DISCLAIMER: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Saving Lincoln
By Lola Presents
Chapter 9
364wii: Oh, Lisa has got something up, alright. But I'm not telling.
Tristen: Who knows? You'll have to wait and see.
TheAllSeeingEye4812: *snicker*
Dez Guardius: I might have seen that one. It's been too long now to remember for sure.
Laharls Vassal: Prepared, unprepared, what's the difference? ^^
He23t: Oh, she's already involved. But I know what you meant.
Lynn intended to soothe her youngest sister with knowledge, understanding, and kindness. Instead, the exercise encouraged Lily, which didn't sit well with the jock. She looked into the pleading eyes of her baby sister and mashed her lips together, not knowing how to proceed. For the first time, Lynn was without a game plan.
"Wha-, uh..." Lynn stammered. "I d-don't think that's something I can do, Lily. You have to grow up on your own. I can't make time go by any more quickly."
"No! Not Wily," Lily corrected her sister, gently moving Lynn's front to back to emphasize her point. "Wily hole!"
Lynn's eyes grew as wide as saucers. Her little sister understood after all, but the solution was something Lynn didn't feel comfortable teaching. Sure, she could. But if she did and Lily got hurt using a dildo, Lynn would never forgive herself.
"I'll t-think about it, alright?" lied Lynn. "For now, let's go watch some cartoons, okay?"
Lily considered things for a moment, then nodded happily. "Otay," she chirped, hopping off the bed as if nothing happened.
Lynn was bringing Lily down the stairs as breakfast got served. Most of the family, already present, began shoveling sizable portions onto their plates. Lynn placed Lily in her booster seat and sat down in the empty chair beside her.
As the meal progressed, Lincoln's sisters would occasionally glance at Lincoln and begin blushing, only to turn away before revealing themselves. The typical conversation was at a minimum, but not for lack of trying.
Even Rita and Lynn Senior found the morning dialog odd, eventually questioning their children about it. However, the kids spent many years covering for each other and developed a system whereby they could lie on cue and in synch.
Their parents dismissed the issue as the meal came to a close and began clearing the table of unneeded bowls and silverware. Soon, Luna and Luan stood and wiped their mouths.
"Well, fam, I'm off to work," Luna announced, grabbing her tip bag and securing it around her waist. "Later, dudes! See ya, Linc," she finished, winking and flashing a sly smile in the boy's direction.
"Same," echoed Luan. "Though it's hard to call it 'work' when it's so much fun! Speaking of which," she added, addressing her sisters, "don't have too much of it while I'm gone."
Lincoln raised his brow at the last comment but let it pass. His sisters were all weird, in their way, but Luan took the cake. The girl never took anything seriously, except being funny, which was ironic.
Lincoln fully expected Luan to come home one day, being completely serious about something, and have it come across as the best joke ever. He imagined laughing at it, then getting beaten to a pulp for not understanding the severity of the issue.
Lola and Lana ignored their obligation to clear their places and bolted upstairs as soon as their parents disappeared into the kitchen. Begrudgingly, Lori and Leni filled in for them, writing mental I.O.U.'s for them.
Lincoln headed into the living room, where Lisa and Lily already sat, watching a show about super-colliders' ethics and their implications to the planet. As Lincoln made for the couch, Lynn rushed by him and bounded up the stairs, feeling his butt along the way.
"Lynn!" called Lincoln, but Lynn was already entering her room. "Ugh."
Proceeding to sit between Lily and Lisa, he put his arms up behind him, not intending the gesture to be anything other than him relaxing. However, he could tell immediately that it made Lisa uncomfortable. Her face turned a light shade of pink, and a nervous smile plastered itself onto her face.
Lisa desperately wanted to snuggle up to him, as did Lily, but the scientist knew better. It wasn't her turn, that is, if she ever got one. She then recalled her duties, manage Lincoln around Lily, so that's where her attention went.
Lily didn't waste a second, however. She planted her butt right next to his, leaned into him, and laid her head upon his chest. But that's where Lily stopped. The little girl remembered that she needed to wait before trying anything, especially around her sisters. In the meantime, though, she could enjoy a little cuddling.
Lincoln removed the arm that was annoying Lisa and dropped the other to wrap it around Lily, pulling her close. He felt her body heat as it entered him via osmosis, thermal exchange, or whatever the scientific term for it was, and he felt complete.
Lily's attention moved from the boring-ass show to Lincoln's belly. His shirts weren't tight, specifically, but they weren't loose either. The little girl could see his form under the fabric, and her stomach fluttered, thinking about touching it. She bit her lower lip and held firm, however.
"Wait, Wily," she thought. "Wait, dan' it!"
Soon, the twins returned from their escape and joined them in the living room, where they promptly outvoted Lisa on what to watch, turning it to Penguin Princess Parade.
"It figures," sighed Lisa. "Infantile minds prefer infantile entertainment."
"Hey!" shot Lana. "We're both older than you, so shut it!"
Leni tied off the last of the delicate stitches and held up the pinafore, admiring her work and judging it for flaws. Lucy was going to love this piece! It had all the gothic elements Lucy asked for while retaining an air of romantic sophistication. Hopping up, she hung the garment on a hanger and made her way to the attic stairs.
"Lucy?" called the seamstress. "Are you still up there?
"Not anymore," Lucy stated from behind Leni.
"Augh!" cried Leni. "Don't do that! You almost made me drop the dress!"
"Is it finished?" asked Lucy, seemingly ignoring Leni's request.
"oh, uh..." Leni said, getting her focus back. "Yes!" she declared, holding it out for her sister to view. "What do you think?"
Lucy looked at the dress appreciatively. To anyone else, though, it appeared that her sister only stood there. It was exceedingly difficult to determine one's emotions with one's face covered in dark bangs.
"Thank you, Leni," Lucy said, accepting the hangar. "It is beautifully morbid. I love it."
"You're welcome!" chimed Leni. "I hope it helps. You know, with you-know-who."
"Leni! Sh!" reminded Lucy, holding her finger to her mouth.
"Oh, right," Leni said, heading back to her room. "Sorry."
Luna sat behind the sales counter at Ron's Records, bored out of her gourd. Almost nobody had been in all morning, and sales were low. The few customers they did get were all elderly and wanted things of which the store had little.
Not that oldies weren't any good. It was quite the opposite, in Luna's mind. However, they didn't sell well to the masses, which Ron wanted. Luna couldn't blame him, but it would be nice to have a better selection.
With nothing left to consider, her mind turned toward her brother and Lori's plan. Luan's question rebounded against her skull. How did she feel about Lincoln, other than he was 'cute as hell?'
Thinking back to all the times her brother helped her write her songs or sat and listened to their awful prototypes, Luna couldn't help but feel warm inside. That he would go through all that and not complain was exemplary.
Then there was the time he went out of his way to save her from becoming a social deviant. Of course, it all started because he read her journal. Luna forgave him for that, though. After all, he didn't realize it was hers when he initially read it. How could she blame him for being curious when she was just as interested in him?
Wait, that was it. Luna was, indeed, interested in him! The realization that Luna had feelings for Lincoln washed over her like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. It was comforting and familiar, and she basked in it. That is, until a customer walked through the door, ringing the little bell that hung above it.
Eventually, Lincoln left Lily's side, having to pee. But instead of returning, he withdrew to his room to work on his masterpiece of his littlest sister. The drawing was far from complete. Sure, he'd laid the groundwork by setting up the various layers he'd need beforehand and labeling them appropriately.
However, the only one he'd done any actual work on was the bottommost layer, which he'd designated for the skeletal framework. Several ovals of various sizes were drawn, with many curves and arcs connecting them into basic figures.
Filling out rough skeletons of the remaining objects, he moved on to the 'Rough' layer, where he put more time and thought into form and function, and the image began to look more recognizable. Gone were the disconnected feathery lines, replaced with their distinct and well-defined counterparts.
After some time, Lincoln nearly completed Lily's body's outline as it curled up in his lap. He then took a moment to review his work, standing back from it to better look at symmetry and positioning. Everything looked great, and he applauded himself, especially on rendering Lily and her cute little butt.
As the thought floated through his head, so to did blood into his member. One thought led to another, and soon he tapped 'Save' and closed the laptop, unable to concentrate further. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes, losing himself in another fantasy.
Lily eventually tired of waiting for Lincoln to return and hopped off the couch. Her gut was tensing, indicating she needed to use the restroom, so the little girl climbed the stairs and entered the facilities. After dropping her pants, she used the small step-stool to assist her in sitting on the seat.
Resting her elbows on her legs, Lily cradled her chin in her hand, waiting patiently for her body to begin working. She sighed listlessly and started swinging her tiny legs back and forth as she recalled the videos Lynn showed her.
It occurred to Lily that she'd never considered how body before. Did she look like the girls in the videos? They were grown-ups, and she was little. Maybe things weren't the same? As weird as it seemed, Lily hopped off the toilet and fetched one of Leni's compacts from the edge of the sink, then returned to finish her business.
When she was finished and wiped herself as best a two-year-old can, she parted her legs and placed the mirror where she could see herself. With her free hand, she moved below and traced out all her 'special' parts. First, she located what she believe was called the "cwit." Second, she found her urethra, which, in her mind, sounded like "uweethwa."
This second item was interesting in that it felt too small for anything to come out. To understand better, Lily pushed out a few drops of pee, observing the result. Indeed, the hole expanded to release the pee. Putting two and two together, she assumed her butt worked the same way.
Finally, she felt the small pucker the man in the video called a "puthy." This one was looser than the one she just explored. Yet, it was tingly to the touch, unlike her "uweethwa." Not wanting to get broken, she gingerly ran the tip of her finger around it to get used to the feeling, then tried pushing it inside. For a while, it felt amazing. That is until her nail scraped her hymen.
That was a horrible idea! It hurt like hell, and Lily pulled her finger out quickly, checking it for blood. Relieved that there was no evidence of damage, she hopped off the toilet and got dressed again. From there, she made her way to her room, hoping to find Lisa.
Just as she passed the stairwell, the front door opened, and both Luna and Luan came bustling through it. The pair worked similar hours, whatever that meant, and usually came home around the same time. Lily wondered what those two babbled about on their way home. Probably something stupid, she thought. As long as it wasn't about Lincoln., Lily didn't care.
The problem was, Lincoln was the only thing on Luna's and Luan's minds. Ever since the meeting, neither could resist fantasizing and him. While Luna had a lot of free time that day, Luan was entirely too busy, and lusting over her brother caused several mishaps during a few birthday parties, at which she performed. Hopefully, the parents missed the mistakes and wouldn't pull their support as clients.
"Dinner's ready!" called Lynn, Senior from the foyer. "Come get it before things get cold!"
"Willy get Wincoln!" Lily exclaimed, running toward his room.
As the others rushed to the dinner table, Lily quietly entered her brother's room. She'd seen him sleeping many times, but this time the little girl understood what she was seeing. Lincoln's blankets came to a distinct point, halfway down the bed. Lily giggled, imagining his erect "peenus."
The toddler had to cover her mouth until she calmed down before waking Lincoln, believing he might be embarrassed if seen. When Lily finally got control of herself, she sidled up to the bed and gently rocked Lincoln's arm.
"Wincoln..." she cooed softly. "Time a get up!"
"Mmmm," Lincoln murmured, rolling toward Lily, still not awake.
"It dinnah time!" said Lily a little louder, peering at Lincoln's face, her eyes barely clearing his mattress.
Lincoln's eyes finally fluttered open, and he gazed sleepily at Lily, wondering if he were still dreaming. He yawned and smacked his lips a few times. He then stretched and sat up.
"Hey there, gorgeous," Lincoln addressed her. "What's that now?"
"It time a eet, wuv," Lilly repeated herself. "Wily tum a get you."
"Oh, really?" gasped Lincoln, smiling goofily and looking around quickly to ensure nobody was around. "What's on the menu, Lily Surprise?"
Lily remembered the videos once more, especially the part about oral "segs." Blushing profusely, Lily partially hid her face and giggled, covering her mouth with a few of her fingers.
Lincoln was expecting the joke to go over her head, and her reaction put him on alert. At the same time, he rather liked that she understood. It meant that she wasn't as innocent as Lincoln once believed. Maybe he could work that to his advantage at some point.
Dinner went by much as breakfast had, sterile and boring. The only ones talking were Mom, Dad, Luna, and Luan, who had jobs or careers which earned them bragging rights or complaints. The younger ones, left at home, had little to discuss unless you counted how many times Lana farted or how often Lucy scared the shit out of the rest of them as acceptable dinner-talk.
Eventually, the evening meal ended, and the family cleared the table. Once things were in order, everyone migrated to the living room to watch the evening news and catch a prime-time program before washing up and heading off to bed.
Lily stood beside her toddler bed, considering all she learned that day. Lynn gave her an overwhelming amount of valuable information, but her sister was unable to help her in the end. Lily didn't like the idea of sharing her most intimate feelings, but she needed help. Turning to Lisa, who was just now donning her pajamas, Lily took a deep breath and asked her dorky sister for assistance.
"Wisa?" Lily sighed plaintively.
"Yes, sister?" invited Lisa as she zipped up her one-piece outfit.
"Tan Wily aks you sumfin?" queried the tot.
Lisa smiled, and after sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled Lily into her lap.
"Of course, you may," Lisa told her. "What is it you wish to discuss?"
"Tan Wisa make Wily puthy bigger?" the little girl sighed, pleading with her eyes.
Now, being the most intelligent girl anyone in Royal Woods knew, Lisa understood what her sister meant. However, she wasn't about to let Lily know that.
"Whyever would you wish to do that?" Lisa asked her smaller sister.
"So Wily tan 'fug' Wincoln," Lily admitted, still giving Lisa her best puppy-dog eyes.
"I apologize, little one," Lisa said warmly but firmly. "That's something even I cannot do. At least not without hurting you. But don't fret. I've been working on an idea that may work to your benefit. But you're going to have to trust me and leave me alone to work on it. Can you do that?"
"Otay..." groaned Lily, not fully understanding what Lisa meant, but trusting her regardless.
Lisa then carried Lily to her bed, tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight. Then, turning on the nightlight and the overhead light off, Lisa nestled under her covers.
Soon, all the Louds were asleep. All but for one.
Unable to sleep due to her excitement, Luna padded her way to the kitchen. There, she procured a six-pack from the back of the fridge and headed downstairs to the basement. Luna set the drinks on the dryer, fetched some items from her pocket, and set them alongside the drinks. Making sure she had everything, Luna located a small bag, some papers, and a lighter. Only two items remained. One was asleep upstairs. The other was, hopefully, waiting outside the front door.
Silently, she made her way back to the first floor and peered out one of the little windows set into the front door. Catching a glimpse of a cute blond with a touch of teal in her hair, Luna eeped quietly to herself. Opening the door as quietly as possible, Luna let her long-time girlfriend, Sam, into the house, holding her finger up to silence her.
"You ready, brah?" Luna whispered.
"For as long as I can remember!" whispered Sam, excitedly.