This oneshot was a part of a trade with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.
Many people would consider waking up beisdes your lover to be the greatest feeling in the world, and while Lemy Loud agreed with the sentiment most of the time. That one morning when he woke up beside the naked body of his bully turned friend turned boyfriend Gordon, he had something else in his mind.
Ever since Lyra spread her wings and left the nest to make a career of her own, he barely saw her in person anymore. She had found her place among a symphonical group that went all over the most prestigious and famous of stages all over the world (Or Europe, let's be honest here it's mainly just Europe) playing concerts for rich people. So nowadays, the only times Lemy saw his own sister was in premium cable channels for snooty asses that think they can appreciate classical art.
Being that kind of musician wasn't what the family expected of her. Honestly most people in the house expected her "phase" to end and go back to making rock music, like she did before turning seventeen. But Lemy knew that it wasn't a phase, they used to spend so much time together that it was hard for him not to notice her transition. Going from merely liking Melodic Metal bands to going through softer genres and finally discovering her love of classical music. It wasn't a rebellious phase, but a beautiful process, that he felt very honored to have been a part of.
Thanks to her (and her mom, in part), Lemy himself had learned to be honest with his own tastes. Punk and Metal would always have a place in his heart, but as a teenaged musician, he followed whatever tingled his ear. Be that any of the many subgenres of rock, or whatever other more urban sounds there were around. Making that kind of music was the reason why he had spent the night at Gordon's house. Ever since he made him rediscover his ability with the keyboard, they had taken to producing their own (passable) EDM songs.
Lemy may have tried to keep it quiet, but his excitement for this day had been obvious for a week already. Gordon, being the good boy that he is, didn't tell him, it was great to see his boy being excited about something other than music and sex. The black boy would be very happy if he was awake to see the smile that his boyfriend had in his face, but after spending the night partying as hard as two fourteen year olds were allowed to party by Gordon's sister, he was pretty tired. So when his boyfriend kissed his forehead and sat on the border of his bed, Gordon's only reaction was to snore lightly and continue sleeping.
On the other hand, Lemy yawned as he stood up, and scanned around the room to look for his pants. Once he found them, he covered his nakedness and put on one of Gordon's Bob Marley shirts before he put on his sandals and walked out of the room.
He walked the Washington's house with practiced ease, making sure not to make any noise to avoid waking up any adults. Well that was the plan until he got to the living room, where Gaby was sitting on the couch. Even though she often was an at-home nudist, Gaby was dressed with some dolphin shorts and a Mickey mouse shirt that he was sure was older than she was. Her being dressed like this usually meant that she was waiting for someone, someone who probably didn't approve of her lifestyle, and considering how christian the Washingiton parents were it possibly meant that they were coming home for a while.
"Gud Mawnin loverboy" her voice, sweet, exotic and deep was a treat to listen to, even if her accent was a weird mixture of her Jamaican descendancy and the east coast accent from the place she was actually born in.
" 'Ello luv" he answered. Lemy answered in that characteristic, natural cockney accent of his… that he, admittedly, had to try to keep from disappearing due to all his years in america. "I 'ope didn't keep you up too long last nig't"
"Nuh more dan what i'm used to" she said, truthfully. The boys thought they were awfully slick, but whenever they humped, people in the whole building they were in needed to be stupid to not know what was going on. "Say, yuh sistah is comin home today, yuh know, the one dat came out of the same mom"
"I know, i really want to" he said, trying to contain his enthusiasm "speaking of that… you have the time?"
She pressed a button on her remote control, and after seeing it in the TV, she repeated the time to him "It's 11:40"
"Oh fuck!" he said,instantly dropping the facade and getting really altered "Can i take your moped?"
"Wat is it boy? Calm down, chill"
"I overslept!... I need to be at the park in less than twenty minutes, I'm supposed to meet Lyra there for lunch"
Gaby knew Lyra, and the kind of admiration that Lemy had for his older sister. So she calmly said "Grab the keys near the back door, and try not to crash" After Lemy started to sprit towards he keys, she remembered something, and when he came back around, she had to raise her voice to tell him "I almost forgot, don't come around the house around the weekend! My parents will be here!" In the end she didn't know if the boy even heard her before he got out, she didn't even manage to tell him that she would go to his house for it, she just let out a breath and went back to watching TV, just a bit more annoyed than she was before.
While on the road, Lemy wished that mopeds could go past 50mph so he could go faster than the merely 35 that the thing was doing. Even tho the purple moped was going as fast as it could, he perceived the trip as the slowest he had ever had. People saw a boy hurry down the street, but he felt like he was moving through molasses.
He got to the Park with five minutes to spare, but he didn't know that, and he certainly didn't feel like it. Maybe he was spending way too much time with Loan, but now that he was in the middle of puberty he found getting anxious about stuff far easier than it was when he was a kid. And boy he was experiencing it at full by then, he had decided to wait for her on the scooter, in the park's parking lot. He could probably just leave the scooter and sit on the bench there, but he honestly couldn't be bothered, they were probably going to take off immediately after finding each other.
Trying to tell what time it was wasn't easy when the only thing he had was the time that Gaby had told him who knows how long ago, he had left his phone and he didn't even wear a clock normally, because who does in this day and age. He tried anything other than asking other people. Seeing the traffic, the shadows that the sun casted, anything. By the time he saw a store clerk go out for his break, he decided that he had waited enough time and with a frown, he turned on the Moped, and made his way home.
Ever since they moved out of Michigan, the louds had lived in a estate, and old broken down (relatively) mansion, that Luna bought with the residuals of a couple of albuns and that they had all pooled their money to restore to living conditions so it could house all of them and their kids. A couple of particular things about it, was that it was mildly far away and that it had really tall fence walls so nothing about the manor could really be seen until you were right in front of the front gates. And once Lemy was there, he had a foreboding feeling that he'd find his sister there.
So he drove in and left the moped near the garage. And went into the house through the front door. He took off his sandals, and walked into a suspiciously empty house. It was friday still, and most of his siblings on his age range were probably still at school, his mom was out of the country and most of his aunts were at work. So he had no one to talk to and nothing to do other than walk around.
He knew that the house wasn't empty, Lisa never really left on any occasion, except when her government contacts called her. And there was a creaking coming from the upper floor, that was faint, but it was easier to hear due to the silence in the house. It became louder and louder as he got closer to it. Maybe it was his subconscious knowing what he would find when he got there, but he started to drag his feet on the carpet without even noticing that he was doing so. But when he saw the light coming from the open door, and heard the moaning coming from the room that wasn't enough to stop him from getting there.
It's funny you know, he knew what he would find. The voice asking to "Give it to me harder" in between moans was Lyra's, he knew it was her, he knew that there was only one person that she could be with, and only one thing they could be doing. Still, he got to the open door of Lyra's room, and with dejected eyes, he saw it happen.
Lincoln was fucking his sister silly, she didn't see Lemy, she was face down ass up, too busy bitting the sheets to look up and notice him. Lincoln however, saw him, he didn't stop, he just gave him an awkward smile, and with his hand he made a sign to tell him to go away. Lemy didn't stay a minute more than necessary.
He could have stomped his way down the stairs, but he didn't. He wasn't mad, just disappointed. That's sort of the truth of this household, and the overtly lusty people living in it, when nature called to them, they tend to respond, no matter the context. Lemy wasn't exempt from that either, he had a girlfriend, a boyfriend, and a slew of "friends (and a couple of siblings) with benefits" just for that particular reason, and in a normal day, he would have been fine with this.
The entire motto of the house would have been free love, if they were still on the the 60s, the whole family was basically raised in polyamory, himself included, and most, if not all of them, had multiple lovers, which included each other. Even though Lyra was his first love, he knew for a fact that Lincoln was her's, even if she later returned Lemy's feelings, it wasn't necessary to stop loving anyone, not her boyfriend, her sister, nor lincoln. And through most days, that was okay.
Most days.
But today was supposed to be special. Today was the day that they were supposed to meet, and eat, and catch up, and…
"It doesn't matter" he told himself in an inaudible voice as he walked to the kitchen. He took a bowl and some cereal, then, he poured on the milk, like any rational person would. Lemy just took it to the table, and ate in silence. It was slow eating, like the kind that someone does whenever they're eating something out of boredom, because they have nothing else to do and nowhere to go. He chewed his food slowly, the crunch of his froot loops was the only thing stopping that hellish bed creaking that he could still hear. It was so present in the silent house, that he couldn't stop hearing him unless he was chewing. So he made a single bowl last for half an hour.
Until he was snapped from his chewing, by his sister lupa. "Hey? You look like you saw death in the face"
Lemy swallowed his food and said "May as well"
She sat on another chair in front of him, and they started talking. She was usually great at not prying, but this time, she just kept trying to figure out what had him like this but he just kept driving her in circles. The answer presented itself to her, when Lyra came down the stairs, her body was sweaty as hell, and she had the smile (and limp) of a freshly fucked woman, she had a towel on and she walked towards the bathroom, ignoring the two teenagers on the table across the room. Not even a minute later, Lincoln came down the stairs on all of his nudist glory. He was sweaty as well, his dick was still half hard and wet with something she could tell wasn't sweat, if that wasn't enough, he didn't even bother to wipe the cum off his dick, as it was still dripping from the tip of his cock when he finally came down from the stairs.
Lupa expected him to walk after Lyra, after sex, he liked to get clean and dirty at the same time if you catch the drift. But Lincoln didn't go after her, instead getting closer to the table where Lemy and Lupa were sitting.
Lincoln put a hand on lemy's shoulder, and said "Hey champ, Sorry you had to see that, we were so into it that we forgot to close the door."
Lemy's response was short, bitter and to the point "Fuck off"
Lincoln tried to continue, saying "don't get like that"
But lemy wasn't in the mood for half apologies, before he could even think about what he was doing, he took the bowl, still filled with milk and everything, and slammed it on Lincoln's chest. Lupa's eyes widened when she saw Lincoln go down to the ground when the shock made him trip and fall.
And from the floor, Lincoln saw his son, as angry as he had ever seen him take a step back, as Lemy winded before kicking him in the balls as hard as he humanly could. Lincoln closed his eyes as he went to grab himself, so he couldn't see what was coming.
Lemy still, upset, lifted his foot and stomped on his dad's right testicle, letting his foot press on it for a little while before doing the same to the other one. He would have kicked him again, if Lupa hadn't grabbed him and stopped him. Something that ironically, made him see what he was doing.
Once it was clear he calmed down, she let him go before anyone else came home. Lemy didn't look angry or upset anymore, but he calmly walked to his room without even thinking about helping Lincoln up.
Lemy was on his bed looking absentmindedly at his feet when he was called down to Lisa's lab. Seeing no point on protesting at that point, he just accepted his fate and walked down the stairs, then made a turn and went through the door under the stairs, which led to another set of stairs, this ones took them to the basement, or in this particular case, Lisa's laboratory and Imfarmary too.
Once he got in, he found Lisa sitting on her desk, talking to Lyra, who at this point was wearing her "non-business" attire (That being her long, bell bottom pants and a shirt that showed plenty of her midriff) sitting on a stool, talking to her. Lincoln was parallel to them, laying on an exam bed, even though he had a white bed sheet on him, Lemy could tell that he had a huge bag of ice on his junk.
"Lemy" said Lisa, who saw him come into the lab first. "Come here" She and Lyra waited silently until he got to where they were. "Well, do you wish to explain yourself?"
He took a look at his aunt, then his sister, and then decided that the situation couldn't possibly be worse if he told the truth. He explained the situation to them from top to bottom, how he waited at the park, and came home to find them fucking, how the had to listen to them, and what made him blow up. During his tale, he was able to see their expressions softening, and when he was done, Lyra was the first to respond.
"Oh, boy. I'm so sorry" unlike Lincoln's condescending tone, her's was absolutely genuine "I didn't even know you were there!"
"I know, i went away before you looked up"
"That doesn't change how shitty it was of me" She said, but she made a pause before saying "In my defense, i sent you like fifteen messages telling you to come pick me up"
"I…" Lemy said, somberly "I left my phone at Gordon's"
"Oh" she said, dumbfoundedly "Then, this whole thing was a big misunderstanding" They both shared an awkward chuckle before Lyra talked again "Look, don't be afraid to talk to me, or to him, or to anyone. Bottling your emotions like that isn't healthy, specially for a growing boy like you"
"But, you were..."
"In the middle of something, yes, but you don't know what could have happened if you just told me you were there! It could have been a lot of fun, after we were done… or probably during." She saw her brother's face blushing enough to match a tomato's color when she implied that there could have been a threesome back then.
"I… Don't know" He said, his voice shaking for a hot minute before continuing "I think i reacted like that because, at least for today, i wanted you all to myself"
"Lemy" She said, sternly "You know that you could just have told me" her voice came back to her usual classy, yet bubblegum tone "Jealousy isn't necessary, tell you what, you can have me to yourself tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and as long as you want"
"What's the catch?" he asked
"You have to open up, talk. Communicate"
"I'll try my best," he said with a smile.
The siblings shared a hug before she let him go, Lyra walked up to Lincoln, and proceeded to scorn him in ways that Lisa had only seen back in her childhood, when Lori used to be that much more of a hard ass. The last thing Lisa heard her nibbling say before turning to face Lemy was "You could at least have told me he was there you asshole!"
Lisa directed herself to her nephew and said "You really did a number on him"
"It can't be that bad" was his response
"Sure, he'll be walking again by the end of today" She made a pause and licked her lips "He won't be using that thing to do anything other than urinating for good few weeks"
"So… will I get a punishment?"
"Hmm what? Oh, i don't know about that"
"Then why did you call me here?"
"To ask you if you have considering picking up a sport. That was a really good kick"
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