Request: Age change AU

Written by: Gabeclone

Apparently Aberrant "Abby" Script gave gabe this prompt...and I thought it was Aberrant's work. That's to say...this is a good freaking story. Hats off to gabe. Abby...you best be watching your back, gabe's coming up quick.

Ages changed AU, one of the older Loud girls (I imagined Luna or Lynn), failed a test and she asks Mr. Lincoln to let her retake the test. He, being the responsible teacher that he is, makes sure she learns her *lesson* first before letting her retake it~

1347189235874852930218972958308725693410385724313857231582975391358327840582

Lincoln Loud watched over his class. He had the eyes of an eagle and instincts of a kindergarten teacher. He ate trouble makers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nobody was going to get away with anything untoward while HE was on patrol. Moving between the ails of desks, he kept his head of a swivel and focused with laser like intensity on each student, taking their tests with their heads down and their pencils moving. He paid extra attention to the difficult students. That sounded bad in his head… To rephrase, he loved teaching and he loved his students, but some students didn't apply themselves as well as other students. Lincoln considered it his duty to ensure they made the most of themselves. So he kept an eye on those who were likely to fall into distraction.

He paused and turned his gaze back, studying the form of one Lynn Loud Jr., who was hunched over particularly sharply. She was almost curled into a ball. Now, that could mean a number of things. She could just be panicking. Maybe she didn't study as hard as she needed to, maybe she did and her mind just blanked upon seeing the test, maybe she was having a full blown panic attack. She was, after all, the star player on her team. The pressure to perform had to be huge. By the same token, the pressure to get good grades so she wasn't booted from the team, had to be even bigger. If it was any of those things, Lincoln would understand. He wasn't a jock of any kind, being more of a comic book nerd himself, but he went to the school team games the same as anyone else. So, if she'd just blanked, or she was having a panic attack, he would understand. He would assign her some extra credit, or offer her a chance to retake the test… Still, there were other possibilities for what could be happening, as well. Lincoln would not be doing his job as a teacher if he didn't at least check.

Weaving between desks, Lincoln casually made his way to the corner of the room. His new position granting him a better angle from which to observe, and so when Lynn lifted her head up, glanced around furtively and flipped a page in a packet of papers she held concealed in her hand, Lincoln saw every detail and was disappointed. If he could have, he would have collapsed at his desk and placed his head in his hands, but he couldn't. He had to remain strong for the students. So he waited.

Just before the bell rang for the end of the day, he called an end to the test and had everyone place their completed work on his desk. He sent them back to their seats to clean up their supplies and when the bell tolled, they all began filing for the door.

"Ms. Loud, stay behind please." He called into the mass of bodies.

"Oooooooo, Someone's in trouble." Someone sang, through Lincoln didn't see who.

Lynn Loud broke from the pack and approached his desk. She appeared nervous.

"You wanted to see me Lincoln?" Her voice trembled just a bit.

"While we're on school property, call me Mr. Loud." He rebuked her. She flinched back.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Loud?" She repeated.

"Place your backpack next to my desk." He ordered, waiting for her to comply before continuing. "I saw you, you know." He intoned stonily. "When you were taking the test, I saw you cheat."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She stepped back.

"No?" He stood from his seat and snatched up her pack, searching through the bag until he found what he was searching for. "What's this than?" He brandished a small packet of paper. The answers for the test were written down on every page. "I want you to know that you've forced my hand." He towered over her. "You're getting a zero on this test."

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she refused to cry.

"If you caught me cheating, why didn't you just call me out right then, huh?!" She shouted, her lips curled into a snarl.

"What good would that have done?" Lincoln asked, exhaustion seeping into his tone.

"I would have known faster! I wouldn't have had my hopes torn away from me!"

"And you also would have been embarrassed in front of the entire class." His retort stole her anger from her, and she seemed to collapse in on herself.

"I want you to know that I'm quite angry with you, a little sad for you, but mostly I'm disappointed in you." Lincoln fell back into his chair.

Lynn trembled in front of his desk. She hugged herself, with her head bowed. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Y-you don't know what it's like." She began, "I have to be good at everything. Lynn, be a good role model. Lynn, we're counting on you. Lynn, if you lose here we lose everything. Lynn, we're pinning all our hopes and dreams on you!" Her head tilted back up. "I CAN"T TAKE IT!" she screamed. "Do you KNOW how much PRESSURE the teams puts on me?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE EVERYBODY ELSE PUTS ON ME?! I'm the lynchpin of my entire team! If I hold, my entire team takes the credit, but it I fail, it's ALL MY FAULT! I HATE IT!"

"Why don't you just quit than?" Lincoln asked softly, suddenly concerned for her.

"I-I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I love playing. It's one of the things that makes me happiest. I just wish everyone would stop relying on me so much."

Lincoln brought his palms to his face and sighed heavily. He felt for her, he really did. Beyond their relationship as teacher and student, Lynn was his younger sister of several years. He didn't like to think that influenced his decision here, but he knew it did. Even if not in the way one might expect. He wasn't showing favoritism. He just knew his sister well enough to know that she tended to bottle things up. If she was breaking in front of him now, this must have been a long time coming. He leaned forward in his chair.

"Alright. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you another week to study for this test, then you're going to take it again." An expression of awe broke over her, and she looked at him with hope in her eyes.

"Thank you Lincoln!" She gushed, rushing to gather her things.

"I wasn't finished yet." She froze. "There are extenuating circumstances, but you still cheated, and I'm still disappointed in you for that. You should have just come to me with your troubles. I would have gladly given you another week to study, but you cheated instead. So you're going to be serving detention with me now." Her face fell in disappointment and shame. "Pick up some chalk." He waited for her to do so. "Starting at the top left corner of the left most black board, write the words "I will not cheat on tests." over and over again, until you run out of space on the entire board. Then move on to the next one."

She looked confused for a moment, and Lincoln could understand why. Writing lines hadn't been used as a punishment in schools for quite a while. She'd probably never been required to do that in any of her previous, admittedly very few, detentions. Though eventually she got over it and moved to the board, standing on her tip toes to reach the top of the board.

Lincoln wheeled his chair around to observe her from behind. Ensure she didn't try to get out of her punishment by just writing in big letters or anything. When he was relatively sure she was taking her task seriously however, he let him mind wander. Thinking about their home life, because yes he still lived with his parents. Teachers didn't get paid that much, he couldn't really afford a house, and an apartment would be an unnecessary drain on his already limited funds. It was much more cost effective to remain at home, until he could save up enough to buy his own place.

He wondered if Lynn had confided in anyone else. Lucy for instance, she and Lynn had always been weirdly close, despite their wildly differing personalities. If not Lucy than… Leni? Leni had the family worried, as young as she was, there was something a little off about her… They were thinking of having Lisa take a look at her at some point. Still though, off or not, Leni was very socially minded. She was extremely empathetic, so she actually had a pretty good chance of figuring out that something was bothering Lynn on her own… At which point she would probably tell Lori.

Now that was an adorable subject. Lori and her little boyfriend Bobby. They were so cute together, and once they stopped dancing around each other, they couldn't stop spending time with each other. Where Bobby was, Lori wasn't far behind, and vise versa.

His facial expression turned sour, because thinking about Bobby inevitably got him thinking about Ronnie Anne and their recent break up with each other. Lincoln didn't even completely get why it happened. Though, full circle, thinking about Ronnie Anne got him thinking about Lynn, and how similar their personalities were. Lincoln supposed that was one of the things that made him and Lynn close. He liked that kind of personality and Lynn had it. He refocused his eyes on her as she finished the first board and moved onto the second.

She stood on her tiptoes to reach the top and Lincoln couldn't help but notice how her jersey rode up. exposing the arc of her back, rising up. The curve of her hips. The swell of her breast, almost pressed against the board. He could feel himself hardening, and he tried to tell himself that he was experiencing side effects from thinking about Ronnie Anne, but Lincoln had never been very good at lying to himself. Thinking about Ronnie Anne may have gotten him in the right frame of mind, but he couldn't deny the truth that he found solidifying in his mind. Lynn was extremely attractive. She had an athletic body, and a lithe form. He could feel himself straining against the inside of his pants, and he debated about what to do. Lynn was attractive, he knew that, but could he justify what he was thinking about doing? More reasons. He needed more reasons. He found her mentally attractive as well. He liked her personality. If she stopped him he would stop. He would go slow. With her line done, she dropped back onto her heals and took a step to the side. This time on her way up, her chest brushed against the board and Lincoln watched, as if in slow motion, her soft orbs flatted against the black and shift down as she dragged them up it.

He snapped. He stood from his chair and crossed the distance to stand behind her. She stiffened and paused in her work when he placed his hands on her hips.

"Lincoln?" She asked.

"I didn't tell you to stop. You're still being punished. Continue your work." He waited for her to start again. "From now on, you're not allowed to speak, except to tell me to stop. I want you to know that I will stop if you tell me to."

She nodded and continued to write. He worked the flesh on her hips, rubbing circles and working one hand up her side, under her shirt, and the other one down her shorts. She shivered, whether in apprehension or anticipation, Lincoln didn't know, but she didn't tell him to stop. His hands worked. One of them undulating over her ribs, snaking around to the front, he cupped an orb over her bra, before lifting it with his thumb and slipping his hand under to touch her flesh directly. He latched onto her nipple, rolling it between his pointer finger and his thumb, while pressing into the firm but giving flesh with his other fingers. With his other hand, he hooked the band of her shorts and panties, dragging them down her legs, until they fell to her ankles. She was slick against his digits, and he quickly found the bead at the top of her slit. Seizing it between his other pointer finger and thumb, he lightly pinched and pulled it, slipping the rest of his digits into her warm cavern. He rolled the inside of her tunnel across his fingers while pumping them continuously.

She gasped for air, her breath coming in and out in short bursts, even as she struggled to keep writing on the board. Her nipples hardened to rocks and her juices sluiced down his hand and her legs. She struggled to breath, and with every passing moment her muscles tensed more and more as she fought to keep her balance. She was on the edge of the abyss, and when Lincoln bit down on her shoulder, it was the extra push she needed to topple over completely. The pain mixing with the pleasure into a completely indescribable feeling. She threw her head back, and it was only through Lincolns own quick reaction, that her scream wasn't heard throughout the school. He wrenched his hand from her core and brought it to her head, turning it and mashing his lips against hers, so she screamed into his mouth.

While she was still gathering herself, Lincoln pulled her shirt up, slipping her unresisting arms through the sleeves, and pulling it over her head, he unlatched her bra, and pulled it away. leaving her dressed only in her shorts and panties, which barely counted because they were still hanging around her ankles. Unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants, he stepped from them and his boxers, leaving him totally bare from the waist down. His rod slapped into her, nestled between her butt cheeks. He waited until her breathing calmed down, and moved it down and under, so it slapped against her core. A shudder ran through her body, and her nectars ran down and around his shaft, collecting at his sack and dripping to the floor. She turned her head to look at him, and he lined himself up. Shoving in with a single quick motion. Lynn let out a strangled gasp and moaned, throwing her head back.

The pace he set was rhythmic and hard, pumping into her with the steady regularity of an engine piston, driving his length into her as deep as it could go and shaping her core around him. Her flesh undulating and rippling across his meat as jolts and shocks ran up her spine, and her breasts her pushed into the board. Rubbing up and down it, smearing her words and getting chalk on her skin. Not that she was trying to prevent that, Her breath came hot from her throat. She rested the side of her head against the board, and braced herself against it with her hands, getting chalk dust on her palms and in her hair as well. Pleasure shot through her with every pump, and she lost her ability to regulate anything, focused entirely on remaining upright, so she could continue experiencing this. Spit dribbled from her mouth, over her lips, down the board, and onto her breasts. Lubricating between them and the black surface.

With a particularly hard thrust, the shock of feeling robbed her of the strength in her legs.

She wailed piteously as she fell, convinced she would lose contact with her brother and this would all stop, but he caught her.

Ceasing to pump into her for just a moment, he walked with her speared on his shaft to his desk. As her feet hung slack, her shorts slipped from one of them and stayed on only through their connection to her other ankle. He laid her over his desk, pushing her chest down to meet the surface. Her breast flattened against it, even after he stopped pushing, and with a final check to make sure she wasn't going anywhere, he pulled out and pounded back in. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper than before. He slammed into her over and over again, his pelvis meeting her ass with a sharp slap of flesh against flesh, again and again. Electricity ran up her spine and her tongue lolled from her mouth, falling to the desk while a puddle of spit pooled out from around it. She barely registered her brother grunting as his pace became more erratic. With a final grunting slam, he pushed in as far as he could physically go, and Lynn felt her insides flood with warmth. He pulled from her and stumbled to his chair, falling into it and heaving for breath.

Lynn lay on the desk, almost insensate, but after a while she gathered herself enough to begin observing the world around her again. Lincoln was off to the side, his pants where back on and he was speaking into a phone.

"Yeah, she's fine. She cheated on the test, I'm keeping her for detention." He paused to let the other person speak. "No mom, there were extenuating circumstances. Go easy on her when she gets back okay? I'm letting her retake the test in a week." Anther pause. "Yeah, I'll help her study at home. Okay bye." He hung up.

Walking around the desk, he picked up a towel and began gently cleaning her off.

"You okay?" He asked her softly.

"Y-yeah…"

"You've been out for a bit. We should probably head home after you get dressed."

"Okay."

Half an hour later, they were sitting in the driveway of their home. Lincoln turned off his car, but they sat there, until.

"Hey, Lincoln." He turned to her, "Do you want to see a movie after the game on Friday?"

He cracked a grin.

"Sure."

And they got out of the car, holding hands until they were forced to separate for appearances at the door.

31838726438eiufht73289eiorhy7432890eiojrhrty7892i3oejrhty892312893457923791238179923

You'll notice that I gradually change perspective from Lincoln to Lynn.