[WARNING: Lemons, because they go good with ginger shandies.]
Chapter 23: Lori's Lackey
Lori groaned in frustration as she heaved the bag before her into the trash can, then the next... The bottles were heavy.
"This is what I get for pulling all the weight?" she questioned herself, and wiped her brow, leaning over to prop herself up on her knees. Two full bags of beer bottles, boy was that something... Bobby-boo-bear, as she'd so diligently called him before, wasn't exactly helping, considering he'd been the one to produce most of them. Her husband was, from what she could tell, a typical one. The kind used to the excuse of marriage, turning it into a profession, becoming lazy... Lori knew, though, that this had been a legitimate fear of Bobby's, if anybody had seen it coming, it was his little sister, Ronnie Anne, and she'd warned him all this time...
Lori perked up slightly from where she was, near the trash cans beside the house, when she realized where her sisters were currently. That's right, Ronnie Anne had moved to New York...
Lori had already known, of course, extracting information from Bobby was as easy as a sway of the hips. She understood where her mother was going, producing so many offspring with Lynn Senior of all people. Her father was, of course, a tentative figure in their lives. How could the father of so many, with his goofy antics, actually be there for them all? Lori the least, surely, always expected to be the biggest, most responsible...
It almost sickened her that, after so many years of such work for her family, she almost grew bored at the idea of being idle even with such a lazybones for a husband. The last bag for the recycle bin beside her, she looked down at it... a paper sack, full of cans, originally used to buy only a six-pack... It had to have at least a week's worth of drinking in it and it wasn't but a foot high. She dumped it, but as she did, she heard a loud THUNK!
...One of the cans was still full, and as she pulled it from the mangled carcasses of crushed aluminum, she beheld it's pristine cylindrical form...
She cracked the can, and the resulting hiss of gas escaping nearly excited her. A cold beer, after a day's hard work? She'd been looking after the baby all day, she was grateful that Bobby had been watching TV where she could dump the kid for a few minutes or so without expecting her to get in to every little nook or cranny of their home. Lori tipped back the beer, chugged at it for a moment, and sighed with minor happiness. At least he'd missed one for her. Bobby wasn't a bad husband, he just... Well, he'd lost his way long ago, and Lori Loud of all people could understand that.
The Santiago family wasn't without their own sins, the same way the Louds had their problems. Lori had helped with it all by now... Luna's public drunken impromptu concerts, Lincoln's apparent thing for some of his own sisters, Luan's plethora of problems, Lana's need to break the norm to the point of breaking the law, Lola's underhanded pageant tactics, Lynn's constant rule breaking, or even Lily's rebellious nature...
Bobby, though, she shuddered to think what his memory must be like now, with the things she was sure he'd done for his family.
Ronnie Anne was lucky, sheltered, kept away from the secret of the toxic lifestyle of the Mexican gangster, but Bobby had not had any such luck.
Even when they were young, it had bled through. Far from the border, all the way in Michigan, still they conducted illegal activities... From what Bobby had said, gangs were not something you would notice on the street, if they were a real one. Organized crime hid in the shadows, it could be anywhere, and there was no clear way to tell who was doing what unless you stalked them like a federal agent. Lori had taken it to heart all these years, definitely, and had done just that; she was professional at gathering any sort of information she needed, usually without the victim realizing their very thoughts were being manipulated to produce answers, like the solution to an equation... Her sisters were open books, save one. Lucy Loud... That Lucy Loud, always so very secretive, to the letter. She had never caught Lucy in any sort of act at all, really, any time she'd burst in on the girl, it was as if she'd simply expected it... Lori sipped her beer again.
"Hmmm..." Lori leaned against the house paneling, this strange morning of partial clouds and somewhat blue filtering in to her senses as she breathed deep the cool morning air.
Even with all of her information, she simply didn't know everything. The full extent of Bobby's criminal activities, the full extent of Lucy's creepy weirdness, the full extent of Lincoln's debauchery, the full extend of Ronnie Anne's foray into drugs...
But why would it even matter? She finished her beer, crushed the can in her hand, and tossed it into the recycling bin.
What mattered right now was her duty as a mother. She headed back inside and scooped up the child crawling about at the feet of her husband, she'd been pulling on his pajamas but it wasn't as if he'd stopped to notice.
"It's nine AM, Bobby-boo, did you really have to start already?" She motioned to the can in his hand, and he lifted it, looking at it with half-lidded, sullen eyes.
"Get off my back," he mumbled simply, and she rolled her eyes. For all the issues this sort of behavior brought up, it certainly didn't help that he wasn't earning any sort of pay. For Lori, her day was booked. First it was laundry, after the trash she'd just taken out, then it was lunch for the baby, then she had taxes to file for the beginning of the year... She sighed, and quickly slipped the beer from Bobby's hand.
"Hey!" he protested, leaning forward against his newfound belly, but she chugged the rest of it, crushed the can, and handed him another from where his six pack sat on the floor.
"I'm sorry, honey, I just... I'm stressed," she mentioned, and he frowned at her.
"So go shopping or something... Doesn't that cheer you up?" he asked, and she growled at him.
"I'm not Leni. What I want is for you to get off your ass and get a job!" she barked, and he slumped back into his seat.
"Yeah... I'm workin' on it," he said, and the hiss and crack of his can opening, the gulping of his chugging back a fair amount of the substance, it almost put her on edge, but ever the type to deal with it, she sucked it up, adjusted her grip on her child, and headed off to do the laundry.
Robbie-Anne wasn't really a very ill-behaved baby, in fact she was a sweetheart. Her ever-so-slightly tanned skin and those lovely puffy cheeks... As she set her child on her back, the baby giggled at her, and she cracked a tired smile, tickling her stomach for a moment to prolong such a wonderful sound. Leaning over, she placed a tender kiss to her forehead, and reminded herself that she did this all for Robbie-Anne, not Bobby. Roberta Anne Santiago was a lovely little thing... She had her mother's eyes, big and blue, but her father's nose, her hair looked a whole lot like her aunt's... dark and soft. But she wondered if it would take after the Loud's when it grew longer, maybe it would curl at the ends like Leni's? She gave yet another sigh, this time in satisfaction. Her life wasn't a bad one, she supposed. Successful mother, a husband who loved her, even if he had given up on a normal career... She heard the sounds upstairs of Bobby walking to the kitchen and fumbling with the refrigerator.
She didn't bother sighing when she heard the glass of something shatter, though she winced slightly and grumbled to herself.
"Daddy's done it again," she said to Roberta, who's unassuming gaze said she didn't much care about the fact. So she instead went about stuffing linens into the washing machine and turned it on. A few minutes from now she'd start a second load, but at least she had the time in between to do whatever it was she wanted, so she took Robbie upstairs and sat on the couch next to the dent her husband typically occupied. He was cursing from the kitchen as he swept up his mess. They'd had an agreement, if it was his, he had to clean it, because if he was going to sit around all day otherwise, she had told him she'd make him sleep outside in the driveway.
Lori's threats were the only thing she had left to control her husband. Normally, she preferred to have options when it came to manipulation, but at least in this case it kept him from becoming an entire waste of space. Plus, she'd limited his allowance from her own career that he could use to purchase anything... But it almost always exclusively went to alcohol. Lori stocked the fridge with what she thought best for her child and herself and her husband's health, because if she didn't, none of them would likely survive. When Bobby plopped down next to her, he leaned over and put his arm around her, leaning his weight on her shoulder. She sighed, this time with a hint of happiness at her family.
It wasn't a glorious lifestyle, but it's what she'd chosen. She repeated this thought through her head as Bobby belched loudly into her ear.
"Hey Robbie," he said, his breath making her turn her nose away as he poked at his own child. She protested slightly, so he stopped, and frowned.
"How come she only likes you?" he asked, looking to his wife, and she smirked.
"Because I'm not a lazy bum," she stated sharply, and he rolled his eyes instead.
"Whatever. It's not like ten dollars an hour will help you." It was true, he probably couldn't get a job that was any more than slightly above the minimum wage. But at the same time, anything helped...
"It would get you to lose weight," she stated in her professional nagging tone of voice.
"What's that matter? Not like you put out anymore..." It was a joke, she knew, but it still grated on her and made her grind her teeth. She was still recovering from the birth of her child, his attitude wasn't exactly all that appreciated.
"Maybe if my hot boyfriend came back, I'd have something to look forward to when I get home," she shot back, and he looked down at himself. His unkempt beard saw a hand run through it, and then his hair, and he sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry," he finally said in that sweet tone he reserved only for her. She frowned at him.
"No, I am... I know I shouldn't get on your case this early in the morning. I expect you to shower by noon," she mentioned, and then offered him a loving, though sheepish, smile.
He smiled back at her, but when her grin grew devious, it slowly drooped from his face.
"And you get to watch Robbie tonight, because I've got somewhere to be," she stated matter-of-factly, "so no drinking passed two."
He groaned at her, but she gave him her signature serious stare, and he folded well before he provoked her ire again. He wasn't one to enjoy sleeping on pavement.
Later that day, when Lori left her house, she made sure her instructions for Bobby were clear; her child would be safe enough with her father for awhile, and as she closed the door behind her, just on time the text came in, vibrating the phone in her pocket which she brought to her face to read.
"Well then," Lori said to herself as she sent back her reply, jumped in the van, and started it up. She was meeting somebody today she hadn't seen in quite some time, and as such, her hair was perfect. It had taken her thirty minutes just to get it all right, but it was worth it as she drove from her home and down the street to the cafe she would meet her sister at.
There was no more an easy person to spot in public than Luan Loud. She was already making jokes at the waiter's expense as she sat out front in her beret and skirt, looking so very French on the fancy iron chair. Lori swept right in across from her, saying nothing as it took a moment for Luan's gaze to wander back from the waiter's ass as he walked away.
"I thought you preferred the little brother type," Lori smirked as she joked, and Luan's face as she turned to regard her sister scrunched up tight in disgust. Perfect, she'd found the button already. But as Luan unwound, she seemed to catch on.
"Oh...Oh, that was a joke, aha, ahaha!" The forced laughter echoed in Lori's brain but she let the comedian burn out for a moment. They both knew it wasn't a joke.
"Lori, it's so nice to see you," Luan said, though it was impossible to tell with her if that was sarcasm or just a truthful statement. Luan hadn't been back in town for very long, and Lori wondered if she knew that Lincoln was in town as well. That little bit of information she was going to hold on to tightly, it would take Luan giving her what she wanted for it to be released...
"Luan," she replied, cordial as always with this particular sister of hers... Luan knew she was here for a reason, Lori never summoned anybody without having one. She removed her beret as the waiter returned with a fruity drink and placed it on the table.
"Ginger shandy with double the alcohol, I presume?" Lori commented, and Luan's eyebrow arched as she swirled the small straw that had been placed in the glass.
"As always," Luan stated, this time her voice was dry and unamused, a testament to the reality of their adulthood. Luan's life wasn't easy, she traveled constantly, and likely each one of these drinks she ordered was used to relax.
"So, how's Robbie?" Luan inquired of her niece, Lori dismissively stated she was fine, and the conversation grew cold again.
"I brought you something from Germany," Luan stated to break the ice again, and produced an expensive bottle of perfume, handing it over. Lori took the gift, realizing now that there was definitely more to this meeting than met the eye. Luan only ever brought gifts as bribes.
"What did you do this time?" Lori asked skeptically as she checked the bottle for a price tag. It looked like it was top of the line, though she couldn't really read German.
"Nothing!" Luan protested quietly, but peered about herself and leaned in, her voice growing quiet.
"I mean... I need a favor," she said, and Lori's expression told Luan clearly that it wasn't a welcome statement. She waved both hands.
"No no it's not like that, I just need you to fudge the books to double my earnings. The assholes it would come from are the type worthy of rotting in hell, real devils... Get it?" The attempt at humor only made Lori want to smack her. She needed money? That's what this was all about? Or was it some personal vendetta against some venue owner?
"Well, Luan, I'm sure I can help you... For the right price. You have something I want..." Lori's eyes trailed down to the suitcase near Luan's feet, and the girl bit her lip. Lori didn't mean...?
"I need to borrow Mister Coconuts for awhile," Lori proclaimed, and Luan gasped, looking shocked of course.
"What, why?" she wondered out loud, and Lori's piercing gaze caught Luan's eye, bore through it.
"Because there's something I don't know yet, and I'm supposed to know everything. But there's one thing even Lisa never figured out, and that's what happened all those years ago, in that house... And Mister Coconuts has something to do with it. Now, I know this is no short order, so... I'm prepared to give you a gift, in return... But only because I love my sister so very dearly." Luan considered this for a moment, not so much the attempt at appealing to the fact they were siblings, but she knew that when Lori had something for somebody, it was always something they really really wanted... Why else would the manipulative lady guard such secrets except to use them for her own gain?
Reaching into her case, Luan produced the love of her life, the dummy Mister Coconuts, and handed him over. Lori looked him over, the creepy stare, the movable mouth. This dummy was strange to her, it always had been... Every so often one of her sisters would mention how they swore he had spoken to them of his own will, but she was sure it was just the nerves of an unstable family during the hardest of times.
"Lincoln's in town," she finally let it slip, and Luan visible grew tense. The way she writhed in her chair made Lori smirk, and as she crossed those legs, she knew already what it was that Luan's mind was producing for her.
"Since when...?" Luan shot back, questioning the validity of this statement.
"Since Christmas Eve, actually. He visited mom and dad just last night, so they said... Said he was staying with Lynn." She could almost hear the grinding of teeth as she watched that lovely jaw of Luan's clench. Lori did so enjoy that little rivalry, and it was wonderful to see that it was still very much alive and well, burning at Luan's otherwise sensible nature.
"Tell Lucy I say hi," Lori stated dismissively, Luan knew it was the cue to release her from remaining here, and she stood swiftly, walking off without saying goodbye. There was no need, she'd be seeing Lori again real soon, especially if she had Mister Coconuts. Lynn's place wasn't very far from here, maybe thirty minutes...
Lori watched the car speed from the parking lot, and slowly began to chuckle, then to laugh outright. How predictable! She let her laughter die off slowly as she sighed heavily, and downed the drink Luan had left half of in front of her. Today hadn't been so bad after all.
Luan's fingers wrenched at the steering wheel as she practically sped down the road. Why had nobody told her?! Then again, she hadn't exactly told anyone but Lori that she was here on a surprise visit, had she? It was the holidays, after all, and while she'd been performing on Christmas, New Years was just a couple days out, and she was sure Luna would return from abroad in time to get drunk with her family. But this, no, this had to be dealt with now! The thoughts started to slowly invade her mind and wear at the high that sat among her bones from her typical medicated state, the buzz of a light drink on her brain as thoughts of Lynn touching Lincoln wormed their way passed her defenses.
There would be no excuse if she'd laid a finger on her Linky.
After a bout of frustration-induced fast driving down the highway, Luan exited and drove her hybrid up to the complex that Lynn lived in, she'd only ever come here once with Leni but the location was fresh in her mind as she'd performed several gigs at the night club a block away, back when the venues in Royal Oaks had gone stale. Not willing to alert Lynn to her presence just yet, she slipped into the lobby and gave her best to flirt with the man at the front desk, using her curves to her advantage as she asked for entrance to the upper floors to see her sister.
The man buzzed her through after Luan mentioned she was here to surprise Lynn, the staff were aware of her large family and many sisters, they didn't question her identity. It was still morning, however, so when there came a knock at the door, Lucy stirred from her slumber on the couch, and slowly smiled as her mind roused.
"Oh, Luan's right on time," she stated to nobody in particular, that little fact she'd foreseen the night before, but as always she failed to mention it to anybody else. However, with her predictive power, she lie still rather than getting the door, because not but ten seconds later, a half-dressed and stumbling Lynn flew around the corner into the hallway and careened to a halt at the door. Evidently, something had been interrupted... Lucy rolled her eyes under her long bangs, and slowly sat up, rising like a corpse from a grave. Lynn cast a glance in her direction.
"Don't look at me, it's your house," Lucy stated in her deadpan tone, and Lynn grimaced. But as she checked the peep hole, and went rigid, Lucy smirked to herself in amusement.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" the dark and stormy girl questioned, and Lynn slowly let the door creek open, revealing Luan with a grin too wide for her face on it.
"Lynn! How lovely to see you!" Luan practically shouted at the confused athlete, who desperately wanted to know what the hell her sister was doing on her doorstep.
"Hi Luan," Lucy stated from behind Lynn, now, saving her from having to say a thing. The long shirt that Lynn was wearing caught Luan's eye, and it twitched involuntarily as she noticed it was one of Lincoln's. The man in question was just making his way groggily down the hallway, shirtless and in pajama bottoms, he rubbed at his eye as he looked to Lucy.
"Who's at the door?" Lincoln questioned her, and the goth gestured toward it.
"See for yourself," she stated, and Lincoln's face twisted into surprise as he beheld Luan, blinking twice. Thoth hadn't prepared him for this.
"Oh my gosh!" Luan gasped, pushing rudely passed Lynn and into the living room.
"Lucy and Lincoln, too? What a surprise!" she stated, not really fooling anybody at that fake display. There was no way she'd be here unless she knew Lincoln was...
"Luan, what the heck?" Lynn chimed up finally, demanding an answer to the sudden and random intrusion into her home. Luan moved to the middle of the room and looked around, spinning slowly.
"You really ought to hire a maid," she insulted, and then smirked at Lincoln.
"Oh Linky, just look at you! You've become such a man! So handsome," she fawned, moving in for a hug. Of course, he obliged his sister, giving her a squeeze, but behind his back, Luan was already in a facial expression conflict with Lynn. So that was her plan? Show up unannounced just to butt in on her action? She smelled Lori's hand behind all this...
Lucy simply lay back down on the couch, sighing heavily. If only they knew that right now their youngest sibling was fighting for her life in the underworld... Maybe their petty squabbling could be put aside if only they did. It would be a little while before their parents would phone them, so until then, she figured this was her life, two sisters fighting over one brother. Her mind played images of them yanking him back and forth by the arms, and she chuckled quietly to herself.
"Thanks Luan," Lincoln said, releasing her, though this only served to make him feel awkward as she clung to him longer than he'd intended to allow. She released him finally, and he glanced her over; Luan had really filled out like they'd all expected her to, she had the body of a goddess with those hips, a trait he knew had always made Lynn incredibly jealous. That, and her larger chest...
As if to make a show of it, Luan crossed her arms in such a way as to pronounce her cleavage, giving a condescending look to her younger sister.
"Oh, Lynn, I simply came here to see you for the holidays. What a surprise that our little bro's in town, hm?" She walked passed a red-cheeked Lynn whom was clenching her fists, and into the kitchen, where she went for a glass of water.
"Yeah, Luan, I was here on business but this trip has turned into more or less a family reunion at this point. If only the others were here, huh? I bet you're dying to see Leni again." While Leni and Luan were quite close, she lied when she agreed to that statement. It didn't matter to her if she ever saw Leni again or not, if she were to be honest with herself.
"And how are you doing, Lucy?" Luan asked, Lynn scooted over to Lincoln to lean over and whisper to him.
"Every moment I live is filled with the agony of existential suffering," Lucy replied, and Luan's eye twitched once more.
"Fantastic, glad to hear it!" the overly cheerful female said, Lynn could see the cracks in her armor already forming. They had to ditch this psychopath before she did something stupid.
"She's here for you," Lynn stated simply to her brother, who gave her a puzzled expression. What was that supposed to mean? The way Lynn had phrased it made it sound like he was a hunted man, the prey in this situation, but all he felt like was somebody who had seen more than enough of his family for awhile. He was starting to think heading home to Oregon would be the best option. What had he gotten himself into now? He looked over to Lucy, watching her as she raised her legs into the air, kicking them back and forth with her hands behind her head. She mouthed to him silently, as she usually did when something significant was coming.
"3... 2... 1..." she lipped, and as she finished the countdown, Lynn's phone went off loudly, breaching their awkward silence as it rumbled across the table and beeped at them.
"It's dad," she said as she picked it up, answering it, and walking down the hall into her room.
"So, Linky, how's the comic going? You always did love comics," Luan lavished, and moved closer to him, admiring his abs and his arms, bare as they were, and oblivious as he was, he didn't notice her hungry gaze.
"Well you know... It was supposed to be a fun career choice but work is work. Stress and all that," he said, moving to sit on the armchair in the living room, as Luan alighted near Lucy on the couch.
"My poor Linky is stressed?" she wondered, always with the pet name, he supposed he was used to it even if he hadn't seen her in awhile.
"Not any more than Lucy or Lynn, really," he stated truthfully, if anything the sex he'd gotten to have recently had done more to remove that stress than anything Lucy had going for her with the thoughts of an entire Universe running through her mind. He didn't envy her in the slightest, though he did cast a glance to her to see if she had anything to help or to add, but instead she stood up and walked toward the hallway, just in time to catch the yelp from Lynn's room.
"WHAT?!" she shouted down the hall, and Lincoln perked up, Luan instead frowning, sinking.
"What's wrong?" Lincoln called as Lynn hurriedly finished her conversation. She ran from her room, having thrown on some athletic shorts in a hurry, along with the first pair of shoes she'd found. She grabbed her keys off the table.
"Lily's missing," she stated worriedly, and Lucy, having already known this, acted the calmest of them all as the news washed over the siblings.
"I'll go with Lynn to mom and dad's," Lucy stated, and Lynn looked back to Lincoln with a look of near horror. Lynn loved Lily, for her to hear that she'd gone missing, well, he could only imagine...
"We'll hold down the fort, I'll call everybody else. Maybe she's been talking to Lana or Lola recently?" Luan and Lincoln exchanged glances, but Lynn nodded, accepting that enough for this dire situation as she turned to leave with Lucy. The door shut, and a couple minutes later they heard the car pulling away, leaving Lincoln and Luan alone in the apartment.
Lincoln immediately began dialing Lana.
When she answered the phone, Lincoln was pacing between the kitchen and the living room, Luan simply watching, while Lana was woken from her slumber.
She sounded incredibly groggy as she barked her hello.
"Lana?" Lincoln tried, and on the other end, Lana rubbed at her eyes.
"Who is this?" she asked, and Lincoln greeted her as her brother.
"Hey Link... Why are you calling so early? I've only been asleep like... Two hours?" She checked the time to confirm. Three hours, whatever.
"Why were you up so late?" Lincoln questioned her, knowing her sister preferred a reasonable bed time, even with her rebellious streak.
"Nevermind that. Why'd you call?"
Lincoln bit his lip as he explained that Lily was missing. Lana's exasperated gasping could be heard even by Luan through the line, but after a brief questionaire by Lincoln, it was revealed she knew nothing of the case, and the call was ended while Lana went to contact Lola. His sisters would handle the grapevine far better than he could, he figured, so he left it at that, instead giving a frown to Luan.
"This isn't good, where do you think Lily went?" he wondered, and she shook her head.
"I don't know, Link... But she's a tough cookie, our Lily. We don't need to be so worried. Remember that time Lana ran away and everyone thought she was dead? I'm sure it'll be just like that, they'll find her probably later today..." Luan did seem worried, but she was always optomistic, he guessed, and as he plopped back down on the couch with a sigh, his gaze wandered to the comedian.
"Link, you poor thing," she said to him, and scooted closer, "you're always doing so much for us girls. I bet you even stayed here to help Lynn with something, because that's just the kind of awesome brother you are."
Her praise eased his mind slightly of the worry he felt, as always Luan's crooning, soft voice lulled him into a false sense of security. He had enough on his mind that he barely registered when she touched his side, stroking his flesh, hunger in her gaze.
"I just don't get it. Yesterday she seemed fine, we spent the whole day with her, and even though she didn't want it to end, didn't want to go to bed... Well, I didn't think it would push her to run away like this..." He sighed in relief as Luan's fingers ran through his hair, and he closed his eyes.
"I dunno, Luan... I feel like maybe I should've just stayed home in Oregon. Coming out here, now, with Lynn, and Lucy, and Lily... Reminds me why I was so glad to get out of that house all those years ago... This family breeds chaos." Her gentle touch relaxed him, he could feel her hands sliding along his stomach, his chest... His eyes opened when he suddenly felt the tightness of two large breasts pressing up against his arm, and Luan was giving him a look he'd only seen once before.
"L...Luan?" he questioned to her, and without a word, she grinned at him, and her hand slid lower, until it cupped his crotch. His blush was evident very quickly, and he tensed.
"What are you doing?" he asked her stiffly, and her soft lips suddenly found his forehead.
"You're stressed... I'm just helping you, that's all," she purred to him, her palm sliding up against his length, hitching his breath.
"Wh...why the fuck do you think that's okay in a situation like this?!" he yelped, trying to scoot away from her, but she had him literally by the balls now, squeezing him.
"Don't you care about your sister?"
Lincoln tried his best to glare her down, but those calm eyes took it, instead staring back with that seductive quality she of all Louds could muster more than anyone.
"I never forgot your taste," she crooned, and her tongue came out, to run along his neck deftly, she pressed up to him, pinned him with her bosom. The large, soft globes were begging him to touch, but he was trying to resist. What the hell would Lynn think? Moments after the news, in her own apartment...? Luan's intentions became more clear as her hand slipped underneath his pajamas to grasp his cock with her bare flesh, and he gasped.
"F-Fuck..." he breathed, Luan grinned.
"That's what I like to hear, Linky," she said, sidling up to him, straddling his hips.
"Shhh, just relax," she purred, rolling her hips up against his for a moment, leaning forward, smothering his face with her large tits. Lincoln was at a loss, now, trapped as he was between morality and sexual desire. On the one hand, he was feeling the effects of having such a lucious woman on top of him, but on the other, he was trying to hang onto the scraps of the situation...
"Let Lana handle everything, right now it's just me and you... I'm gunna make you happy again..." Her voice was only matched by the softness of her body as she rolled against him, and his hands slowly conceded, wrapping around to her ample ass, finally squeezing it like he'd wanted to so many times before over the years.
"Ohh... That's right, Linky, it's all for you," she said to him now, and he hated himself for enjoying the way she talked to him... But it was indeed a turn on having a beauty like Luan throw themselves at you, pamper you with whatever you wanted...
"Luan, you know I shouldn't be doing this," Lincoln tried, but she pressed her lips up against his to silence him. Fuck, he thought, here he was again between yet another rock and a hard place. But her hips pushed up against his member, and he was reminded again of his manly urges, of what he was... Luan's hands moved low again, between them, to pull down his pajamas slightly, baring his thick length as she looked at it hungrily.
"It's just as big as I remember," she purred, and he bit his lip when she slowly slid down, dragging her ample breasts along his body, prompting one of his hands to come out and squeeze one experimentally. They were so firm, yet soft...
"Oh... Do you like what you see?" she asked, chuckling at him. Her low-cut polo was definitely flattering, but as she undid the buttons, tugging it down ever so slightly so that one of her nipples popped out... Well, that with the look on her face right now, it was too much, he was horny now. He reached out to pinch her nipple, tweaking it, pulling it and releasing. She just let him play with it, even as her own hands began to stroke at him.
"You know what you're doing, right, Luan?" Lincoln stated, cocking an eyebrow.
"Of course I do," she moaned back to him, really laying the husk on thick, "I'm worshiping your cock..."
He frowned at her at the lame attempt for more dirty talk, even as she kissed at his tip.
"I mean that you're about to open a flood gate, just like I told Lynn." At the mention of that name, she squeezed him, rather hard, and he jerked tense, his face screwing up in pain as she ground her teeth at him.
"That bitch better not have touched my Linky!" she growled at him, and he winced as she finally eased her grip.
"Luan... Lynn and I have been doing this stuff for years," he admitted to her, and the twitching eye told him she was still trying to avoid the facts.
"Well then... I'll just have to prove I'm better!" she said with sudden determination, "I want it all, Linky... Be as rough as you want!" She was stroking him quickly as she said that, and he gave her a knowing, devilish grin. If she insisted on sex, then he was going to get everything he couldn't from Lynn from her instead. This situation was bad enough, he figured it was best to enjoy it.
"Take off your shirt," he ordered, and Luan moved to her knees before him, kneeling in front of the couch as she slowly peeled off her polo, revealing a bra that could barely contain its contents. The tops of her areolas were prominent despite the fabric, and he admired the pale smoothness of her skin, the way the slight amount of weight on her bones made her stomach and her sides curved, instead of the flatness of Lynn's athletic build. He liked girls with a little meat on their bones, all the same as he liked girls without much meat on their bones...
"What do you want to do to me?" Luan cooed, squeezing her breasts together, shaking them at him. Without waiting for an answer, though, she leaned forward, and slipped his length underneath that bra, in between the two soft mounds of flesh. The indescribable feeling of silky smoothness surrounded him as she pushed her tits up against him, sinking the whole of his well-endowed member into her equally gracious cleavage.
"Oh, wow..." he breathed, and she snickered at him knowingly.
"No man can resist these... I bet Lynn can't service you like this." As she placed her hands atop her breasts, she bounced them slightly up then back down, pressing them firmly up against him, grinning at him in the most devilish of ways. She wiggled and leaned down so that her mouth could find his tip, and she sucked at him gently while she ground her tits about him, back and forth. With a groan, Lincoln's head fell back to the couch.
As inappropriate of a time as it was to be doing this, all thoughts of anything outside of those amazing breasts filtered away from his mind. He found his hips beginning to roll slightly up into the warm embrace of Luan's body, and she gave a little moan each time he bucked against her gently.
"Oh, Link... Don't you just want to fuck me?" she purred, and he grimaced, not bothering with an answer as the pleasure built up within his staff. She suddenly squeezed both hands to either side of her chest, and with a few quick strokes, she pumped her tits along his length with some vigor, making him squirm ever so slightly until she suddenly pulled them off, backed up. Panting, Lincoln was about to voice his protest when he felt something wet, and he looked down to watch her press her cheek up to his length, her tongue sliding along him as she rubbed his hardness against her face.
Luan's sexual nature had always fascinated Lincoln, she seemed so very hungry for male genitalia... Particularly his. Just as the one other time they'd really done much together, her eyes were full of lust, she seemed as if in a trance, and indeed that thought grew when she took him into her mouth. Overcome by his taste, Luan was quick to immediately sink him all the way into her soft, wet throat; she buried his entire member in her mouth and sucked at him hard, causing him to quiver in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck..." Lincoln breathed, just as her head began to bob up and down over him, tongue stimulating every surface it could find. His hand found the back of her head, and as she deep-throated him, all the way to the hilt, he pressed her face up against himself, holding her there. She tried her best not to gag, but when she did he released her, even as she slid all the way off of him and coughed softly, panting heavily now. The tears in her eyes had made her eyeliner start to run slightly... It was a good look for her.
"Jeez, Luan... Where did you learn that?" he asked, and she smirked up at him, pulling her bra down mostly to relieve herself of the uncomfortable piece of clothing. Her lovely tits received both of Lincoln's hands as he played with them for a moment, enjoying their bouncy nature and absolutely large size. Experimentally, he gave one of them a nice slap, and Luan groaned heavily, shuddering.
"Linky... You're so rough," she said, and he grinned down at her.
"Not yet I'm not," he said, and guided her head back toward his crotch. She took the hint, and took him back into her mouth, even as his hand found her ponytail, using it as a handle to guide her up and down his cock. She sucked him readily, willing to please, setting an even pace and wanting to give him the best of attention. Her tongue was never idle, and his hand quickened the pace until she could feel her jaw growing sore with the exertion. When she next pressed her nose to his abdomen, he pushed her down, holding her there again, but only briefly, before letting her resume. She wanted his seed, needed to taste him again... So she went faster of her own accord, bobbing swiftly over his length with her oral skills, granting a groan from Lincoln as he neared his peak. When he did, however, he began to buck against her, his hand gripping her ponytail hard as he rammed himself into her throat, suddenly hilting, and a burst of hot, wet liquid hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly on his load as he poured it into her mouth, lavishing it's taste and texture as it jetted out onto her tongue, her lovely brother bucking a couple more times against her to seal the deal. He was tense one moment, and when it was over, he relaxed, and she realized her panties were entirely soaked... She was surprised she hadn't had her own orgasm just from the intense feeling of her mouth being filled.
As predicted, when he pulled her head back, Luan was very much in her state of euphoric enjoyment for the taste of his seed. He'd found it a strange quality before, but Luan's love of the stuff always did this to her head... It was swimming, she simply wanted more, more of that delicious whiteness... She crawled up onto the couch, raised her round ass into the air, lifting her skirt as she pulled down her underwear to her knees, showing her lovely holes to him.
"I need it... Fuck me, Link...! Fuck me anywhere, please! Give me more cum..." He watched her offer to him like this, and grinned, shaking his head.
"You're a fucking freak, Luan," he said to her, but she didn't seem to mind, just repeating her want to be filled to the brim. How could he say no? That curvy ass called to him, and he pulled up behind her, rubbing his length up against her folds. She moaned, and he slapped his length against her clit a few times, giving her a nice shudder down her spine... Before he lined up differently, and pressed his tip against her ass, prodding her back entrance deftly.
"Ohhh... Link, you naughty boy... Are you in to anal?" she questioned him, and though he had no real experience with it... Her juicy, round butt was too good a chance to pass up trying.
"Wait... here..." She took a moment, rolling her tongue in her mouth, before she spit into her palm, a small puddle of saliva that she reached back with and coated his cock, just to make sure it wasn't too dry now...
"Give it to me..." she begged, and so he did, pushing ever so slowly up against her rear hole. He slipped gently inside, widening that entrance with the first inch or so, making her moan, but also wince as she struggled to take his length deeper and deeper.
"Ohhh, it's so big," she breathed, finally relishing the fact she got to take Lincoln's cock inside of herself, that lovely, full feeling as he pushed all the way inside suddenly washing over her. He rammed his hips up against her plump ass, giving him enough reach to wrap both hands around her and lock them over a breast each. He squeezed them and rolled them even as his slow pace began, pumping himself into and out of that tight, round butt. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking at him, and soon enough Luan's hips began to match his languid pace as well, filling the room with an occasional slap of skin-on-skin where they made contact. It wasn't long before both of them felt the need to speed up, and so they did, the smooth pace giving Lincoln time to tease Luan's tits.
"Just like that, yes...! Fuck my ass, Link!" she called to him, prompting him to speed up again, now giving her a nice set of thrusts that forced her mouth open in a silent moan with each push. Lincoln released her tits so he could grab her hips, using the leverage to help him thrust into her now, leaning back to enjoy the sight of her luscious bottom swallowing his length whole. Luan was moaning heavily now, lounging over the arm rest of the sofa as he pounded away at her, he could see her breasts swaying with each thrust, he could feel her pussy dripping all over his legs. She was loving this.
For a time he set the pace at that quick state, but after he began to feel his orgasm building, the pace turned more into something akin to all hell breaking loose. He pounded at her with force, wildly, with reckless abandon he took her ass, filling her with each and every dive inside, shoving his cock into her like an animal. Luan broke into a series of moans the likes of which Lincoln had never assumed he'd be hearing, the sounds so sexy he wanted to keep making them, so he fought against his orgasm, instead enjoying hearing her scream for him as he destroyed her.
"F-fuck, ye- oh-y... yes...!" Luan was trying to synthesize what she was feeling, but the rough pace interrupted her as she was shoved against the arm rest. She gasped sharply as she hit orgasm, though still he took her, his cock shoving roughly up against the inner wall shared by her other hole, she could feel him stimulating her so deeply that she just wanted to explode... The one orgasm was swiftly followed by a second, and then as she felt that harsh, hot flooding of her ass as her bucking brother came, he growled and shoved her harshly into the sofa as he marked her as his own.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, slamming twice more against her, her ass now red from the riding, how hard he'd been going. She panted, absolutely unable to formulate thoughts as she bathed in the afterglow of three hard orgasms in a row...
"Oh Linky," she finally panted after awhile of him resting with his member jammed thoroughly inside of her, he was slumped over her, hugging her, surrounding her...
"I wanted this feeling for so long..."
Was this love?
Lincoln didn't mirror that thought, however, and as he pulled his cock from her body, he gave her big butt a nice slap, watching as it shook slightly with the blow, and Luan moaned loudly.
"Destroy my ass..." she panted, as if half asleep or something, and he chuckled at her. Mission already accomplished, he guessed.
"So good..." she was saying, he noticed she was drooling slightly, her eyes dazed... She slowly recovered, however, and closed them, resting for a moment...
"Linky?" she questioned him after a few minutes of him resting sitting beside her, but she hadn't really moved, her ass still up like that...
"Yes, Luan?" he wondered to her, and she shook her butt back and forth again.
"...P-Please... Do the other hole..." she begged, and he bit his lip, the way she'd said it alone was starting to make him hard again, despite the double release... Cumming a third time wasn't going to release much for her, but... Perhaps that was a good thing if he intended to use her womanhood.
"You sure?" he asked, and she nodded, looking over her shoulder at him, propping herself up slightly to do so.
"Please, Linky... destroy me! I want it hard! More!" She perked up in her enthusiasm, reaching out toward him, rolling and pulling him over her. As she lay back she spread her legs, and used her hands on his ass to adjust him to line up correctly. Lincoln gave in to this, figuring he'd already come this far, and so far he was enjoying himself... She could really take a lot more than Lynn, and she was so soft in many areas that Lynn was simply firm in. It didn't take much for him to slip inside of her now, he didn't bother asking her how many men she'd been with over the years... Luan was usually pretty open about talking about her sex partners, anyway, he already knew it was more than enough.
But as he thrust inside of her again, the feeling was drastically different from the other bits of her he'd used, more organic, more right. She was soaking wet, which made it easy for him to go, and he soon enough was quickly pounding at her once more, holding her legs by the knees as he gave her what she wanted. She moaned for him, clenched about him, cried softly each time he hilted himself all the way within. Just two minutes or so of that and she was cumming again, calling his name, her legs had wrapped about his waist, pulling him against her, thrusting deeply with the help of her legs. Her arms clutched at his body, pulling him closer until he was reduced to burying his face in her breasts. He panted against her fleshy mounds as he bucked away, finally forcing himself all the way inside of her with one powerful thrust, and they both enjoyed their last orgasm of the day together, neither of their minds occupied with much else but the fog of sex.
As they wound down on the couch, eventually Lincoln came to realize he'd been very distracted from the situation, and he resumed worrying as he went to Lynn's room to put on a shirt and fresh underwear. He looked over Luan in her drunken state of oversexed euphoria, and he frowned at her.
"Nobody finds out we just did that, got it, Luan?" he told her, and she nodded lazily from her resting place. By now she was dripping fluids onto Lynn's couch that he was going to have difficulty explaining, so he set about cleaning her and the couch up.
Lincoln deliberated once he had a free moment about the situation at hand again. Lily, gone, both Lynn and Luan breathing down his sexual neck, Lucy still indifferent but holding her silence on the matters at hand...
It was time to sort things out... He would have to make a phone call.
[Author's Note: HUZZAH! Finally got around to finishing this chapter and posting it! Originally it was meant to be different, a bit more humorous with the parts with Lori and Bobby, but I forgot several times over the initial idea for this chapter so I more or less had to wing some of the details. Either way, I decided to give you guys a bit more Luan lemon, and reintroduce her back into the fold here in this story-with-no-foreseeable-ending I've created.
I'm not sure the ultimate end of this series will be graceful, but I was asking myself, "what does this story lack?" and then I remembered it needed it's villain; so there will come finally more of those freaky fucked up creatures I created, hopefully with an arc that touches back on the villainous properties of the man in the woods, the meaning of the snake symbol, and perhaps I'll add more to the Lily-in-the-Duat spin off, the next chapter of which is supposed to be a fight with a giant whom has multiple knives for a head, which is one of the guardians of the Duat so it was said in ancient Egyptian texts. Knives for a head? Like, many knives? Wtf crack were the Egyptians smoking? I want some.
Also planned: Luna, more New York bullshit with Ronnie Anne, and more drama of course. Thanks for reading!]