Guest: The BS series is a sequel to We Love Our Brother and We Still Love Our Brother, where Lisa creates a libido enhancing pheromone that accidentally infects the entire family. The sin kids thus have stronger sex drives than the normal person. Some (like Lyra) are worse off than others, but they're all affected, which is why the idea of fucking their father doesn't faze them. It does Lincoln. He felt an obligation to have sex with his daughters as a way of helping them. Some of the girls have since gravitated toward Lemy, Liby and Lacy to each other, etc. Lincoln does not particularly like having sex with his children but he's always seen it as something he had to do for their own good. Thus, it's just another case of his unshakable loyalty to his family leading him to do things he isn't fond of, the way it led him to play football with Lynn and to listen to Luan's corny jokes.

I address this more at the bottom.

Lyrics to Talk To Me by Stevie Nicks (1985)

How do you know if you're barren?

Gwen had been asking herself that since she woke in the small hours of the morning, her body pressed against Lemy's and her leg thrown over his. Is there a test? There had to be. She'd see movies where grim-faced doctors sat anxious couples down and broke the bad news. That meant there was some way to find out. How did they do it, though? She once heard a whispered rumor that in order to test for gonorrhea, they shove a cotton swab up your pee hole. She didn't know what gonorrhea felt like, but there was noooo way it could hurt as bad as having something jammed inside you. Would they have to do that to find out if she could have babies? Or could they, like, do an X-Ray?

She told herself she needed to give it time, but she had already given it time. Lemy rarely ever pulled out and they had had tons of sex. The laws of averages said she should be carrying his child by now, but she wasn't.

Why?

It obviously wasn't Lemy's fault, so it had to be her. There was something wrong downstairs and she would never be able to give birth to his children. She'd always be an auntie and never a mommy. She'd help raise other women's kids while pining for her own.

The ultimate cuck.

A band of fear tightened around her chest and she took a deep, calming breath. Maybe there wasn't anything wrong. Her body was still technically a child's (even though she got her period), so maybe her womb just wasn't ready to accept Lemy's seed. The Louds weren't normal, so they could probably have kids at Lizy's age; she, on the other hand, was normal, too normal.

She rolled onto her back and hugged herself for comfort. Waiting and seeing really was the best option, but she didn't want to; every moment that passed was a moment that she didn't know whether or not she could ever truly be one with the man she loved. Waiting it out might be easy for some girls in this situation, but not her. She wanted to know right now.

Soon, tepid morning light spread through the room and the house began to stir. Footsteps went up and down the stairway leading to the third floor and the bathroom door opened and closed. Voices drifted in from the hall, and Gwen's heart froze in her chest.

Was it Leia?

Yesterday, after what happened in the bathroom line, Gwen spent most of the day hiding in Lemy's room and stiffening every time someone passed without. She wasn't physically afraid of Leia - she was sure she could take her - but she was afraid of what might happen if they got into a fight. The Louds might decide she was causing trouble and make her leave, or Leia would keep on hating her, and she would never be able to relax ever again. She told Lemy to just let Leia into their harem, but he didn't want to. He made a promise, he said, and he was going to keep it. I appreciate that, Lemy, she said, and you're a good man, but it doesn't bother me anymore. And to be honest, it didn't. This arrangement was...different...and took some getting used to, but they were making it work.

He was being stubborn, though. That was one of his worst flaws. It wasn't really all that bad, but bad enough that it stuck out. In most every other way, he was perfect, he just had a really hard head.

As if on cue, Lemy opened his eyes and squinted at her. Her heart soared as it always did when he looked at her, and a big smile touched her lips. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he replied.

She cupped his cheek in her hand, bent over, and kissed him, her tongue slowly and reverantly caressing his. She splayed her hand on his chest and rubbed a soft circle in his flesh, smiling against his lips when he tensed. "How'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Alright," he said and brushed his fingers through her hair. "You?"

She hesitated. To tell the truth or not to tell the truth. "Eh," she said, settling for the middle.

"Eh?" he asked.

"Eh," she confirmed.

"Why eh?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"Leia?"

The bare mention of Leia's name sent a ripple of disquiet through Gwen's stomach. "Kind of," she confessed, "but not just her."

"Then what?"

How could she express to him what she had been thinking over the past few days? How could she tell him that she wanted to have his child and was terrified that she wouldn't be able to? "Nothing, really," she said.

"You sure?" he asked.

She nodded and skimmed the tip of her nose over his. "Yep."

He smiled and kissed her, then sat up. Lizy groaned and rolled toward the wall, her dress riding up to her bare her cute little butt. "I gotta take a leak," Lemy yawned. He climbed out of bed, got to his feet, and stretched. He started across the room, but Gwen stopped him. "Uh, babe?"

"Yeah?"

She leaned over, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and threw them at him. "I love your body but I don't think your Mom and Dad want to see it."

"Probably not," he agreed. He pulled them on and went out into the hall.

When he was gone, Gwen stretched out on her back and stared up at the latticework of sun and shadows tattooed across the ceiling. Would Lemy even want to have kids with her right now? He already had one on the way, and he was stressed over it. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to support it (to which there might be truth) and that he would be a bad father (no truth at all). Really, the last thing he needed was for her to get pregnant too.

She was being selfish. Lemy and his family had always been kind and selfless toward her, now it was time for her to repay the favor.

Still...what if she couldn't have children?

An idea struck her and her eyes widened.

Duh.

She knew exactly how to find out.

Lisa.

Loan Loud stood in the middle of the sunny kitchen and curiously prodded her stomach, her eyes glued to the front of her rumpled sweater. Her gut, always a little soft and flabby because veggies are for fags and Mountain Dew and Doritos are foods of the gods, was a little firmer than normal, like there was something living in there. Oh, right, there was, a baby.

She paid enough attention to Lisa's lectures to know that her body was preparing to undergo massive changes thanks to her new passenger, but not enough to know exactly what those changes were. A pregnant woman's stomach gets harder to protect the baby, like a shell or something, so that's prbably what this was. Then again, would it start so soon? She occasionally stripped naked and studied herself in the full lenght mirror on the back of the bathroom door; she wasn't showing yet, so there was no need for her stomach to get hard already.

Right?

Eh, whatever. She got a bowl from the drying rack, filled it with cereal, and added milk. She sat at the kitchen table, then got back up and grabbed a spoon. She was just sitting down again when her mother entered from the dining room. Loan's shoulders tensed and her gaze lowered to the bowl in front of her. Loan had never had the best relationship with her mom, but lately the old bitch was really giving her grief. You're not ready for this, Loan, uhh, you're not cut out to be a mother, uhh.

What really pissed Loan off was the fact that maybe Mom was right. Maybe she wasn't ready for a crying, shitting, kicking baby. Then she thought of holding it in her arms, and the swelling love in her chest muscled out all self-doubt. She was ready for this and Mom just needed to get over it.

Mom went to the sink, took a coffee mug down from the counter, and filled it. "I don't think sugary cereal is part of Lisa's diet plan."

"The baby wants it," Loan grunted.

"No, you want it. The baby wants healthy food."

Loan ignored her.

Mom stared contemplatively out the window over the sink, the sunlight sheening her features and accentuating all her lines and blemishes. From the wrong angles, she looked far older than her years, and from the right ones, Loan could almost glimpse the happy, carefree girl she used to be. "It's not too late for an abortion," Mom said.

It took Loan a moment to register what her mother had said. "No, thanks," she said, taking a bite of her cereal. "We're keeping it."

Mom sighed. "Loan…"

"I want my baby, I'm having my baby," Loan said. "Simple as that. Me and Lemy -"

"He's a thirteen year old boy," Mom snapped, one hand chopping the air for emphasis.

While that was true, the implication of what her mother meant offended Loan. "He loves me," she said tightly, "and he loves our baby."

Mom turned to face her. "I never said he didn't, but he's a child, Loan. He can't even work a job yet. He-He's not ready for this any more than you are. You don't think he's scared out of his mind? You don't think he's eaten alive with worry right now trying to figure out what he's going to do?"

"We talked it over," Loan said, "we'll find a way. Together."

The last thing Loan expected her mother to do was laugh. "God, it's happening again," she said to herself. She pressed her hand to her forehead. "All of it." She came over and sat in the chair at Loan's right hand. Loan watched her warily, as though her mother would lash out and hit her at any moment. Mom had never abused her or threatened to, but Loan wasn't takng any chances with anyone. The only two people she trusted her Lemy and her father, and come to think of it, she didn't even trust Dad all that much.

"Honey," Mom said, softening her tone, "I understand how you feel. I do. I just don't want you to make the same mistake I did."

And there we have it.

Loan sat heavily back in her seat and fixed her mother with a withering look. "So I'm a mistake. Nice to know."

"No," Mom said quickly, "I didn't mean it that way, I meant -"

"That is how you meant it," Loan said. Her chest smoldered like a hot bed of embers, and the wounded expression on her mother's face served only to rake them into fury, Her entire life, Mom had been on her case, constantly bitching, constantly criticizing, never happy, never satisfied, pushing her and pushing her. "You wish you never had me. You wish you were a CEO right now instead of my mother. Just go ahead and say it. Everyone knows it's true."

The edges of her vision were turning gray and her heart, normally as lazy and inert as she was, began to slam a frenzied tempo against her ribcage. All of the anger, resentment, and, yes, even pain her mother had caused her over the years came bubbling up from a deep, toxic well that she didn't even know was inside of her and the charges spilled from her mouth as if pulled forth by some outside agency.

"Loan!" Mom yelped, shocked. "T-T-That...no."

"It is. I've known my whole life that I'm not good enough for you. Nothing I could ever do would make you happy because you didn't want me in the first place. That's why I don't try. There's no pleasing you."

Mom flinched, then a dark shadow crossed her face. "Stop it," she said. "None of that is true. I want the best for you. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't push you."

"And if you cared you'd fucking back off every once in a while."

"And let you ruin your life?"

"Like you ruined yours?"

Blood pounded against Loan's temples and she felt lightheaded, like someone else was in control of her body.

"I wasn't ready for a baby when I was eighteen," Mom said in a rush, "but I had you and I took care of you. I loved her. I did what was best for you, Loan. But there's a big difference. I didn't have half of the problems you do. Taking care of a baby is hard work, I don't think you can do it."

"Because you don't think very much of me," Loan said. She stood, bumping into the table, and brushed past her mother. Rage surged through her veins and dulled her senses; she floated rather than walked and barely heard her mother calling after her. "Fuck you, bitch," she said. "I'm having my baby and I'm not gonna fuck it up the way you fucked me up."

She stormed through the living room, barely aware of Liby, Lacy, Lyra, and Lola looking at her, and pounded up the steps. Why do you spend so much time in your room, Loan? Huh? Why don't you socialize with everyone? Why are you such a shut in? Why are you such a filithy slob?

THIS IS WHY!

Fuck Mom. Fuck Dad. Fuck all of them. Mom thought she was so much better than her but yeah, she wasn't. She just wanted to feel better about herself because she failed in her life. Boo hoo, I had a baby. You shouldn't have laid back and opened your legs for your little brother if you couldn't handle having kids.

Did Mom ever consider getting an abortion?

Stupid question, she absolutely did. Mom was a selfish little person and that was probably the first thought she had - gotta get rid of it.

Maybe she should have.

Loan never asked to be alive. It was Mom and Dad's bad fucking choices. But at least Dad loved and accepted her. Mom was just a fucking bitch and always had been.

Whatever. Can't change that. But she could be better, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to be a better mother than Lori Loud.

Downstairs, Lori sank into a kitchen chair and heaved a deep, watery breath. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall; doing so would be a surrender of control and she couldn't do that...not right now.

She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to regain her composure, but Loan's words echoed through her head like a blood-curdling scream. I'm not good enough for you...you wish you never had me…

Lori's stomach turned and her heart ached from the center of her chest like a cancer-riddled tumor.

None of that was true. She loved her daughter more than life itself and she wanted her to succeed. She lived every single day of her life for her. She pushed her because she needed to be pushed. Do you think it was easy for her to watch her daughter struggle so much? Do you really think she was happy knowing that Loan could hardly bring herself to leave her room? No, it killed her inside. It had been killing her this entire time. Loan obviously wasn't happy, and it was up to Lori to help her find happiness, so she pushed her to come out of her shell, to socialize, to get a job, to pull herself up by her own bootstraps and become normal. Maybe she was a little hard on her now and then, but she did it because she cared.

You never wanted me.

Did Loan really believe that? Did she honestly carry that terrible misconception around with her?

Tears streaked down Lori's cheeks and she wiped them away.

"What's going on?"

Lincoln stood over her, a worried look on his face. His hand closed comfortingly around the back of her neck and she came so close to breaking down that her heart jumped into her throat. "Me and Loan...had an argument."

She told him everything, and when she was done, Lincoln drew a deep sigh. "Lori…"

"She thinks I don't love her," Lori heard herself say. Her voice cracked and the tears came faster. "She thinks I don't want her."

"Lori," Lincoln said and knelt, "she's going through a lot right now."

"I know," Lori said, "it's too much for her to handle."

"Maybe," Lincoln said, "but it was too much for us to handle too. And we got through it. I know you want the best for her, but...this is life. This is where she is right now."

Lori sniffed. "What do I do?"

"Support her," Lincoln said. "Let her know you love her and that you're there for her. She and Lemy both want this baby, the only thing you can do now is accept it."

She considered his words for a long time before nodding. For twenty-one years, she watched her daughter teeter through life, hurting every step of the way because Loan wasn't normal and would likely never have a totally normal life. She pushed her to excel and rooted for her to get better, but sometimes, people are imperfect, and you have to meet them on their own terms.

"Okay," she said, and she meant it.

She would accept Loan and Lemy, she would accept their baby.

Just as long as her daughter was happy.

And her grandchild too.

Leia Loud sat in the middle of her bed like a prisoner in a cell and glared sullenly at the wall. It had been a week since Lemy turned her away, and each day, instead of subsiding, the hurt and anger in her chest only grew. She took it all out on Gwen, but it wasn't just Gwen, it was Lizy and Loan too. The three of them had Lemy and she didn't; she had to sit on the sidelines and watch him loving them while he wouldn't even look at her. Did they have any idea what that felt like? Did Lemy?

It hurt.

A lot.

Every night she cried herself to sleep and every day she existed in a haze of anger. It wasn't fair. How could he do this to her? She took his V-Card, she had dibs! Then Gwen and Lizy came along, then Loan. Why couldn't he be with her too? Dad did it. Dad was with all of his sisters.

Was there something wrong with her?

Leia was not one to doubt herself. She was pretty, bright, and confident. That she was wracked with self-doubt now made her so mad she could barely think straight. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

If Gwen wasn't such a spaz, things would be okay, but nooo, she was insecure and worried Lemy would leave her for someone better...someone like Leia. And why wouldn't he? Leia wasn't a clingy psycho girlfriend who got insanely jealous when he fucked other girls because she knew he'd come back to her. Again, she was Lemy's first, and nothing could change that; they had a special bond that couldn't be broken by anyone, not even Little Miss Gwen.

She wasn't worried about him doing other girls, oh, but Gwen was. A long time ago, Leia felt sorry for her friend, but not anymore. Gwen was just basic. I mean, what is she beyond Lemy's fuck toy? And Leia's friend (when she was Leia's friend)? A sad little rich girl? That's about it, right? The most character development she's really gotten. And that's not saying much. Gwen was a loser. Lizy...she could forgive Lizy because she was a stupid kid and didn't know what she was doing. Loan was...well...Loan, and Loan only cared about herself. Leia could understand that. Snakes bite people. What do you expect? But Gwen...Gwen was her best friend at one point, and now, because of her, she couldn't have Lemy.

And that hurt.

Bad.

Not only because she wanted to have sex with him, but because…

...because she loved him. If it was just about getting laid, she'd go out, find a boy, and bend over for him, but she didn't want some random boy - she wasn't Slut!Lyra. She wanted Lemy. She wanted sex with him, but she also wanted him to hold her, kiss her, and worship her. She wanted to be his girlfriend. She wanted to sleep with him at night and wke up with him in the morning. She was fine with sharing..she didn't care if he had sex with the others or even if he loved them...it was stupid Gwen.

Fuck her.

She wished she never introduced her to Lemy.

But she did.

And she shot her own foot off too.

But could she really be blamed for thinking her best friend wouldn't stab her in the back and steal her brother? See, Leia came from a family that knew how to share. Gwen came from a drunk. Things were fine before Gwen showed up.

Someone knocked on the door, and Leia sneered. "What?"

The knob turned and Lizy stuck her head in. Leia rolled her eyes. Oh, great, one of the three people in this house she didn't want to see. "What do you want?" she asked.

Without answering, Lizy slipped in and shut the door behind her. She came over, climbed onto the bed, and faced Leia. "We gotta talk."

"I have nothing to talk about with you."

"Yes you do," Lizy said. "You're being mean to Gwen."

"Fuck Gwen."

Lizy's eyes narrowed. "I know why you're mad."

"Because Gwen got in Lemy's ear and told him he couldn't be with me." Leia's lips puckered and a wounded inflection crept into her voice.

"That's not true," Lizy said. "She said she was fine with you being Lemy's girlfriend. Lemy's the one who doesn't want to do it."

Leia crossed her arms. "Because of Gwen."

"Because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings."

"Poor thing."

"It's not her fault. If you talk to Lemy -"

"It is her fault," Leia charged. "Do you have any idea what it's like to love someone and not be with them? To ache for someone's touch and not have it? Do you have any idea how crazy it drives me that the one thing I want, I can't have?"

Lizy was quiet a moment. "No...but Lemy does."

That gave Leia pause.

"Remember how mean you used to be to Lemy? Remember all the times you made fun of him for being a virgn and not having sex? Remember how all he wanted was to be included and loved and you picked on him? That really hurt his feelings and made him really sad. He's a kind, loving man and you made him feel like shit for months, Leia. You made him cry and want to kill himself. Now you're getting your payback."

Leia blinked in surprise. Lizy, eyes narrowed, staring at her with a dark intensity that was both shocking and disconcerting. "Gwen didn't do that to him. Gwen didn't tease him and string him along. Gwen didn't make fun of him or call him names or get her sick kicks from making him feel bad about himself. You did. Now you're upset because the same thing's happening to you? You don't deserve him, Leia. You're a snooty, selfish little bitch who thinks her shit doesn't stink. You'd be a terrible girlfriend because you'd take and take and take and never give anything back."

She leaned in, and Leia couldn't help shrinking back. "Lemy's too good for you. Go back to fucking Dad."

With that, she got up and left.

Leia gaped after her...then started to cry.

It was true.

She did hurt and make fun of Lemy. When he was at his lowest, needing love and affection far more than she did right now, she kicked and spit on him. She made him feel even worse about himself. She made things worse.

Flopping onto the mattress, Leia buried her face in her pillow and wept.

Loan Loud sat on the edge of her bed with her hands balled in her lap and her gaze downcast. Her mother sat beside her in a similar posture: To any outside observer, they were identical, as though one were a half-hearted reskin of the other - one Sonichu to the other's Sonic, Loan a Lori Loud cosplay with messy hair and a baggy sweater, and Lori an older and more world weary Loan. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; when it came to the Louds and their many children, that had never been truer.

They had been here, wrapped in uncomfortable silence, for nearly five minutes. Loan stole furtive glances at her mother from the corner of her eye, and something like loss stirred in her chest. If she was brutally honest with herself, it wasn't all Mom's fault. A quick look around the room confirmed that: Clothes and books littered the floor, and empty soda cans and bottles covered every surface. The rancid smell of mold and mildew greeted her every time she came in like a slap to the face, and sometimes she saw with crystal clarity that she really was a lazy fucking slob. She tried to clean, but the sheer amount of things in her way daunted her, and when she did tidy up, it always went back to messy before the day was over.

No wonder Mom didn't want her.

Some days, Loan didn't even want herself.

Mom took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

Loan didn't reply.

"It was horrible of me. I just...I worry about you so much, baby, and I know how hard things are for you. I just...I've always tried to push you so you could be better, and feel better, because I want you to be happy."

"I am happy," Loan said.

That wasn't a lie. Since she got with Lemy, she had been happy. Oh, she still had her problems and things were far from perfect, but for the first time in her left, she felt content.

Mom nodded. "I know you are, and I'm happy for you." She surprised Loan by taking her hand and weaving their fingers together. "It just takes getting used to. I...I just want you to be okay, and I go overboard sometimes."

A wad of emotion welled in Loan's throat and she swallowed around it. "I'm sorry for being a fuck-up," she said. "I'm a shit daughter and I always have been." Tears filled her eyes and her lips quivered pitifully. "I don't blame you for not wanting me."

She broke down, shoulders shaking, and Mom took her in her arms, her own tears beginning to fall. "I love you," she vowed, "I'm so sorry I made you think I didn't." She pressed Loan's head to her breast and ran her fingers soothingly through her hair. "It's my fault."

Loan squeezed her eyes closed and fought for control of herself. Her mind, honed and conditioned by years, yelled at her to pull away, but instead, she clung fiercely to her mother, holding onto her like a little girl to a piece of flotsam in a dark, stormy sea. "I'm sorry," Mom said.

For a long time, mother and daughter cradled one another, their tears drying and the mutual pain in their hearts slowly draining away. "I promise to be better," Lori whispered.

"So do I," Loan said.

"Don't make my mistakes," Lori said, "don't ever let your baby feel the way I let you feel."

"I won't," Loan said.

Lori hugged Loan, and Loan allowed herself to be hugged.

It was funny. Being hugged by her mother felt almost as good as being hugged by Lemy, but in a different way.

She'd have to hug her mom more often…

Lemy sat back from the desk and ran his fingers through his hair. It was past midnight and he was hauling ass to get this XBox done before bed. Gwen and Lizy were snuggled up together, their breathing slow and regular, Lizy told him that she 'Let Leia have it' earlier. Lemy didn't know what it was, but something told him it wasn't pretty. Lizy looked cute and innocent, but inside she was a monster. As the hickeys on his dick proved.

Woot, woot.

That's kind of a fucked up thing to say, but it's true. She's feisty when she wants to be, and call me what you want, but that's hot. I wished she didn't get involved though. I was going to talk to Leia, honest, I just wanted to give her some space. I know she's mad at me for doing what I did and I get it. Gwen says she's fine with Leia joining and, you know... I might just let her. I'll just have to pay extra attention to Gwen so she knows how much I love her. Then again, maybe I won't. Man, I dunno. I'm in way over my head here and I don't even know which way is up anymore. I wonder if Dad ever feels like this. I ought to talk to him. I'm sure he could give me a few pointers.

He leaned over, opened the top desk drawer, and pulled out a baggie of pot. A fat jay sounded really good about now, but he needed to get this XBox finished so he could collect his money on it. Mom and Aunt Lola started a baby registry thing online where you can add items you want, that way everyone around you knows what you need and can pick it up for the baby shower or something. So far, without consulting him and Loan, they added, like, 1000 dollars worth of shit. LOL. Designer diapers. Lola literally put designer diapers on there. I didn't know they even made those. What's next, diaper thongs?

Dropping the baggie onto the desk, he picked up his screwdriver and moved the lamp so that it shone directly into the guts of the machine. He was just starting to lose himself in his work when his phone buzzed next to him. He stopped, picked it up, and swiped his thumb across the screen.

A text.

From Lupa.

Come here.

Man, what does she want? I'm busy.

He wavered for a moment, then sat the phone back down. If he hurried, he'd be done in, like, ten or fifteen minutes, whatever she needed him for could wait until then. He went back to work, and a few minutes later, his phone buzzed again.

Please, Lemy.

A lot of people say that discerning tone from text was difficult, but not for Lemy. Maybe he was a genius, maybe he had a sixth sense, or maybe he was just good at guessing, but he could divine someone's meaning and inflection just fine, and those two words, black on white, communicated raw and earnest need. Lupa never said please and that she used his name...

Whatever she needed him for, it was serious.

Leaving his work for later, he got up, went out into the darkened hall, and made his way to Lupa's door. He paused, considered knocking, and went in.

The space was totally dark save for faint moon rays falling through the far window. Lemy came to a halt. Was she in here? "Lupa?" he asked, and though it was impossible, he imagined his voice echoed.

She didn't reply.

Worried now, he went blindly to the bed and ran his hands over the cover.

Empty.

A sound drew his attention, and he looked up just as the door clicked softly shut, blocking out the little illumination from the hall. Lemy's heartbeat sped up and his hand balled into a fist. Yo, are we being home invaded? Is Jason here?

Something moved in the shadows, and a second later, Lupa emerged, the moon kissing her pale, naked body; Her full but tiny breasts, her flat stomach, the gentle and surprisingly feminine curves of her hips, the dark patch nestled in the V-shaped juncture of her thighs. Lemy's mind blanked, and didn't come back online until she cupped his cheek in her warm hand.

I can see we're thinkin' bout the same things

And I can see your expression when the phone rings

We both know there's something happening here

The moon danced in her dark, troubled eyes and her pursed lips strained at the corners, as though she were straining to keep from crying or laughing. From the ashen set of her features and the shame in her eyes, it was the former.

"W-What are you doing?' he stammered. His eyes went inexorably to her breasts. Maybe because he liked them...or maybe because he couldn't bear to look into her pain filled eyes.

She traced her thumb reverently over his cheekbone, her throat bobbing and tears pooling in her eyes. "I need you," she said.

Well, there's no sense in dancing round the subject

A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect

Don't turn around ,there's nothing here to fear

She held his gaze, her lips trembling harder. A vision of Gwen flashed through his head and his heart missed a staggering beat. He had seen that same pain and vulnerability many times in her eyes, had laid awake, gutted and cold, thinking of it, hating it, wanting to cast it out like Jesus casting demons from pigs.

Now here it was again...in the last place, he ever expected to find it.

"Lupa…" he started.

She leaned in, their noses brushing like two prospective mates nuzzling each other in pregnant greeting. Her hot breath broke against his lips and her tender eyes glistened with a nakedness that was hard to behold. Lupa was always stoic...always closed...her facade tough and steely but, he supposed, just that, a facade to hide the pink, quivering pulp beyond. She grazed her fingernails over his scalp and moving of their own accord, his hands went to her face, his palms smearing salty tears across her cheeks. Their eyes met, and their fates were sealed.

You can talk to me

Talk to me

You can talk to me

You can set your secrets free, baby

Their lips brushed, then, taking the lead because that's what she needed, Lemy kissed his sister deeply. Lupa hesitated, perched on the precarious razor's edge of indecision. They could stop and go back to being brother and sister...or they could keep going, and wind up God only knew where.

She kissed him back.

Dusty words lying under carpets

Seldom heard well must you keep your secrets

Locked inside hidden safe from view

Lupa melted into him and lashed his tongue needily with hers, her hands running down his chest and her nails curling possessively into his shirt. Lemy turned and laid her carefully on the bed, their lips never breaking. Side by side, they kissed faster, more urgently, their hands stroking each other's body. Lupa squeezed Lemy's bulge through his jeans and Lemy tangled his fingers through her pubic hair, his middle finger finding the nub of her arousal and deftly kneading it. Lupa gasped into his mouth and frantically pulled at his belt buckle, needing to be joined to her brother, her soulmate, more than she had ever needed anything.

Well, is it all that hard

Is it all that tough

Well, I've shown you all my cards now isn't that enough

You can hide your hurt

But, there's something you can do

Lemy mounted his sister, took her hands, and twinned their fingers. In one delicate motion, he eased into her bubbling core and held her arms above her head in a V, stopping only when his tip touched the opening of her womb and her lips touched his. They swirled and lapped each other's tongues, the sweet taste of Lupa's mouth steeping Lemy's senses. Her satiny walls formed tight around his shaft as if to keep him in place, and he began to rock his hips slow and gentle, his body saying to hers I'm not going anywhere.

Though we lay face to face and cheek to cheek

Our voices stray from the common ground where they could meet

The walls run high, to veil a swelling tear

Crossing her legs over his butt in an X, Lupa pulled him deeper and threw her head back, her hands crushing his and her back lifting to meet his thrusts. Each time his head mashed against her cervix, a gasp tore from her throat and her heart blasted harder, higher, in her throat, now in her mouth. His pumping shaft filled her completely and pushed her muscles apart just enough that her pelvis pleasantly ached. His lips touched her neck, and when they closed around her hammering pulse, she sucked a deep breath and blurted his name.

Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free

You can break their bounds, cause you're safe with me

You can lose your doubt, cause you'll find no danger not here

He went faster, the headboard slapping the wall and the box spring creaking with shameless abandon. His face hovered inches above hers, and Lupa stared into his loving brown eyes, her heart swelling with boundless, abject, and unconditional love.

You can talk to me

Talk to me

You can talk to me

You can set your secrets free, baby

Lupa's stomach clenched and her hold on herself was beginning to unravel. "Lemy," she panted, the word feeling so good on her lips that she had to say it again, "Lemy, Lemy, Lemy," a chat, a mantra, a prayer of devotion. "I'm cumming."

His eyes locked with hers, staring into her and seeing every flaw, every imperfection, every crack, and accepting her anyway. "I love you," he said, and that did it. Her body released and she came so hard that her eyes narrowed and her toes curled. Lemy pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her lips just as he reached his own climax; liquid lead filled Lupa's stomach, and she cried out his name, not caring who heard, hell, hoping everyone did.

Gradually, her hips ceased moving, and she came down from her high by degrees. Lemy's face was buried in her neck, his lips on her crazily pounding pulse, and her arms and legs were wrapped around him like a monkey clinging to a tree. Warmth spread through her entire body, and her toes tingled. A giggle bubbled up from her throat and she didn't even care to stop it. "Boy, was I missing out."

Lemy chuckled and propped himself up on one hand. "So was I." He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her stiff nipple. "I didn't know you were so hot under that hoodie."

"Pale and ugly," she corrected.

He bent, rolled his eyes up to her, and licked her nipple, making her jump. "Sexy," he said.

She smiled. She didn't think she was sexy, but looking into Lemy's eyes, she could believe that he did.

Later on, as he held her in his arms just as she had fantasized he would, she swallowed and found her voice. "I've never had it like that."

"I know," Lemy said.

"With Dad it was always just...you know…"

"He deadfished you."

Lupa nodded. "More or less."

"I can understand why he did it," Lemy said. "And I don't hate on him for it, but -"

"It was loveless," she said.

"Passionless," Lemy corrected. "He didn't want to do it, so he had no passion. He did it because he loved you and you needed it." He stopped and thought a minute. "Remember that pheromone thing Lisa mentioned? How it fucked up our sex drives and made us perverts?"

Lupa nodded. "Yeah. I know he did it for me and I appreciate it. It just...it wasn't what I needed. This is what I needed."

"Not just sex," Lemy said.

She nodded again. "More than just sex."

Later still. "Lem?"

"Yeah?" His voice was thick with sleep.

She licked her lips. She didn't want to ask this...but it was okay with him. She could talk to him. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

He hugged her tightly and kissed the back of her neck. "I'm here," he promised.

Lupa smiled. "Thank you."

After a moment's thought: "I love you."

"I love you too."

And then they slept.

Lincoln Loud propped his elbow on the table, pressed his palm to his forehead, and let out a deep, shivering breath. "I just don't we'll ever come back from it," he said.

Across from him, Lisa clasped her hands between her knees and considered her reply. "You did what was best at the time, Lincoln," she finally said. "Your daughters needed you and you were there for them. They're getting older now, and their sexual identities are beginning to take a more cohesive shape, meaning that their needs and desires are changing. The opening stages of puberty are the hardest part. Once they're over that, things settle down."

He knew. The pheromone that Lisa accidentally infected him and their sisters with all those years ago altered their DNA and they passed it onto their children. The Loud girls entered puberty far earlier than normal - about five - and their libidos went into overdrive shortly thereafter. Not every one of them was affected the same way. Liena was largely spared and only needed sex on occasion. Lyra...Lyra on the other hand. She, for some reason, had the highest concentration of it, which led to her libido going into fucking warp speed. She didn't have to be mentally aroused to become physically aroused. All she had to do was exist, and her pussy would start leaking. Lisa expected it to ebb away over time, but for now, Lyra was Lyra. Most of the girls were affected by it physically and mentally as well. So was he, Lincoln thought.

On a mental and emotional level, he hated having sex with his daughters but did it so they had a safe and loving partner who wouldn't hurt or take advantage of him. On some corrupted physical level, he enjoyed it. The size difference, you know. Little bodies are tighter.

His gord rose and for a second he thought he was going to puke. That sounded bad. Real bad.

"I just feel like I fucked them up even worse."

Lisa ticked her head side to side. "I wouldn't say that, but it likely did create some unintended side effects. Every cure does. What this family needs is therapy. Give me a little time to devise a strategy and we'll get started, okay?"

She smiled warmly, and Lincoln smiled back. "Alright."

Whatever it took to make his family healthy and whole again.

Putting this down here for anyone who doesn't want to read it:

I'm not particularly speaking to the guest I just answered, I'm addressing a long standing complaint with this story that he reminded me of.

Some people are offended by the way I depict Lincoln in this, some people have it in their heads that I'm out to destroy his character like I have some personal vendetta against him the same way people think I have a vendetta against the characters when I kill them off in horror stories. That's always made me laugh. It's fiction. I'm telling a story here. I'm using characters I enjoy working with. If I didn't like them, I wouldn't kill them off or make them look bad, I just wouldn't use them. Or I'd turn them into a complete clown the way I did with Lyle.

Lincoln in this story is dysfunctional. But then again so is Lemy. And Lyra. And Luan. The entire premise is dysfunctional. Everyone and everything in this story is ultimately dysfunctional. Daughter fucking, brother fucking, harems, incest, I mean, come on, if you take a step back and look at the Loud family in the context of this story, they're a fucking train wreck. Every last one of them. Yes, that includes Lincoln. He did what he thought was best for his daughters, so his heart was in the right place at least. He deadfished them, but you know why I did that? Because if I wrote him loving every second of screwing his children, I wouldn't be able to ever like him again (as a character in this story). The fact that I threw that "deadfish" wrench in there wasn't me trying to portray him badly, it was me trying to save him from becoming completely irredeemable. If I hated Lincoln, I'd have him happily slinging his dick to his daughters every second of every day. Remember, I wasn't too hot on daddy-daughter when I started this story (it was more of a plot device than a fetish, which is why I don't think I ever graphically depicted it) but halfway through, I decided I hated it. If I hated Lincoln, would I have tried to pull back? Would I have had him stop what he was doing?

Some people in this fandom get really weird with these characters, be they the canon characters or the OCs. They get too attached and they take any criticism of the character or any negative depiction as a personal attack. I try so hard to be as respectful of this entire fandom as I can because this fandom has given me so much over the past three years and I do appreciate it, but after seeing certain things for so long I just have to be honest. That over attachment shit to cartoon characters isn't healthy and it leads to a lot of unnecessary strife in the fandom.

One of my favorite characters is Lynn. I've never hesitated to turn her into a bad guy if the story I have in mind required it. Look at Night of the Bimbo Sisters (if you've read it). It made logical sense for her to be violent and aggressive.

Look, I hate the sin kid Lyle. I used him as a joke in here twice. I didn't give him a shit ton of screen time and at least attempt to turn him into a complex character with good and bad qualities (like a real human being).

But I did with Lincoln. Any character I use, I do it because I like them and I feel like I have a role for them to play (and play well). If I hated them, I wouldn't bother.