Alright folks, here is the second chapter of this story.

Now I'm impressed with how much support this story has gotten so far. Granted, none of my Loud House stories are obscure (especially my multi-chaptered stories), but I'm glad that this story is hitting it off as well.

Anyway, for this chapter, Lincoln learns about the joys that come with puberty after he catches the sight of something that he feels shouldn't be seen, as well as finding out how he and Becky can get out of the bathroom. How will this go for him? Find out now!


IN THE LOUD HOUSE BATHROOM:

Continuing from last time, Lincoln and Becky were now trapped in the bathroom due to an accident. As Becky was still having the desire to pee with her potty dance, Lincoln was feeling sweat dripping down his forehead. He just couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He couldn't stay in here when Becky has to go. Feeling a little frantic about an escape, Lincoln tried to figure a way out of the bathroom. That was easier said than done though since he was clearly in a state where he couldn't think of a solution at the moment.

"Oh, man...What'll I do? What'll I do?" Lincoln said, pacing back and forth. "I can't be trapped. I need to find a way out of here!"

As far as Becky was concerned, it looked as if she couldn't hold it in any longer, and was just about on the verge of wetting herself. She had to use the toilet right this minute.

"Uh-hic, if you don't mind, I have to use the toilet and take a whiz before I wet my panties," Becky told him, not feeling embarrassed by what she said.

Now, this news flash caused Lincoln to cringe as he looked directly towards Becky. He felt very uncomfortable with this. In the 12 years that he has been alive, he has never seen a girl use the toilet in this predicament, let alone from a stranger that he's unrelated to. In his lifetime, the only girls that he's seen ever using the toilet were his sisters. And even then, they were limited to his younger sisters only, and maybe Lynn once or twice.

That being said, this predicament had left him in a rather awkward state. At the same time though, he also didn't want Becky to wet her skimpy looking shorts either, especially since said shorts were really revealing of her legs. After thinking about it, Lincoln decided to go with a little compromise.

"Uhhhh, okay Becky. You can use the toilet," he exclaimed hesitantly. "But please make it quick."

With that, Lincoln turned his back towards her and then covered his eyes as an extra precaution.

Becky then laughed at how he was acting about it. "Haha, oh you are such a gentleman. Alright, I won't take long."

Becky then decides to do her business in the same room Lincoln was in. Lincoln could hear her putting up the toilet cover, followed by her unzipping her shorts, dropping trout, and then sitting on the toilet seat. He then heard the sound of pee spraying into the toilet as Becky was taking a whiz.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh, oh...oh yeeeaaah," Becky let out a sigh of relief as her body was ejecting the pee inside of her. "This feels gooooooooood..."

Lincoln was able to overhear her reaction to this, but he kept a lid on it. After a few moments of silence, Lincoln wondered if Becky was done using the toilet yet. Sure a quick peek would hurt him, could it? Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Lincoln slowly turned around and briefly peeped through his hands with four of his finger (two on each hand) moving for his to see through.

Undoubtedly, this turned out to be a BIG mistake, for what he saw next left him in a state of shock. It was Becky, but she was still sitting on the toilet, with her shorts and panties wrapped around her ankles, allowing the 12-year-old boy to get a good peep at her curvy looking hips as well as the majestic bare skin on her legs. And if that wasn't mesmerizing enough, what he saw next left him red in the cheeks. He saw that she had her t-shirt cuffed up and draped right over her shoulders, allowing her cleavage to breathe some fresh clean oxygen. To Lincoln, this was considered nude. Lincoln realizes that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, getting him all nervous about it.

He also got a quick glimpse at the nipples resting on the face end of her two massive jugs. They were a sight to see, and while Lincoln felt disgusted with what he was doing, he also felt rather...good inside for some reason. But he couldn't put his finger on it. Regardless, the white-haired boy's cheeks turned a bright rosy red at the majestic sight. All while his hormones were starting to flare up again as a result.

And to add more to the awkward tension that he was experiencing, Becky had started to notice Lincoln peeping at her while she was finishing up her business. Normally, most girls would get furious at any male who would be peeking at her nudity and have rather naughty and lustful thoughts on top of it, before pulverizing them. That wasn't the case with Becky though. She wasn't angry in the slightest. Rather, she seemed a little amused by his behavior and decided to have a little fun with it.

She then got the boy out of his admiring state when she asked him a particular question.

"What are you looking at, Peepin' Tom?" She asked him in a teasing manner while a smirk crossed her lips.

That alone was enough for Lincoln to react. He'd been had. He was exposed for the supposed pervert that he was being. In response, he covered his eyes again with his hands. That didn't stop the blush from expanding, causing his whole face to redden up in humiliation. Becky could only shake her head and giggle at the sight before him.

Wow, this kid is so cute. She thought fondly.

"Oh don't be ashamed, dude. I was just teasing you is all," Becky told him before standing up and pulling her panties and shorts up, and zipped the zipper on her shorts back up. "I mean-hic...Lori told me that you turned like, 12 or something. After all, your only a growing boy with a growing peeper."

She grinned madly the moment she said 'peeper', giving Lincoln another thought about the implication as to what she was referring to, resulting in him flustering up. He had unshielded his eyes to see that Becky had pulled down her t-shirt over her bare chest. Although he was relieved that she pulled her t-shirt back down, he was also somewhat disappointed with it too. He had no idea why though. Even then, he let out a sigh of relief in knowing that was all over.

"Ha ha ha, wow. You are-hic...so adorable. You know that right?" She cooed gently.

By this point, Becky was done with her business as she then flushed the toilet, before closing the toilet seat back down. It was all done.

Whew, I'm sure glad that's over. Lincoln wiped his forehead.

Despite this, however, they were still trapped in the bathroom with no way out. And who knows what else he might see from this beautiful majestic female creature before him.

Said beautiful creature walked right up to him and playfully rustled his hair a bit. After giggling at his adorable face, she turned around and headed straight for the bathtub, all while Lincoln was stuck in a state of catatonic shock. She then turned back to him as she had something else to tell him.

"So uh, Lincoln, was it?" Lincoln ended up nodding absentmindedly before she wondered. "Or would you rather have me call you Lincolnovich Loudinski instead?"

"Uhhhh no. No. No," he said hastily, shaking his head rapidly. "No thanks. That won't be necessary at all. You can just call me Lincoln."

"Heh heh heh, okay Lincoln, I would-hic...like to take a shower since I'm in the bathroom," Becky slurred as she opened up the shower curtain. "Are you gonna be alright with me taking a shower with you in here?"

Once again, Lincoln was stuck in a conflict. A shower would be good for Becky to take right about now since it would help to get her sobered up. Unfortunately, that would mean Becky would have to strip out of her clothes and get naked. As the thought of seeing her still using the toilet with her cleavage expose was running through his mind, he started blushing madly at how she would be naked again.

Becky seemingly took notice of this reaction and decided to reassure him. "Oh don't worry Lincoln. Just so you can keep your peeper together and under control, I'm gonna strip out of my clothes from beyond the shower curtain."

"O-O-Okay..." Lincoln muttered meekly.

With that, Becky stepped into the bathtub, closed the curtain behind her, and then started taking off her clothes. Of course, these clothes have to go somewhere, so Lincoln then found himself getting her clothes dropped right onto him. This ended up getting him flustered. Recalling the fact that she had no bra underneath should be the least of his concerns. But now Lincoln found himself holding onto Becky's panties, feeling like he was guilty of having gone on a panty raid.

Just the sight of her panties were enough to get his hormones flaring up once again as he blushed. Without hesitation, Lincoln took the clothes and put them down into a pile to the side. Something that he was unaware of though was that there was another t-shirt hidden underneath the t-shirt Becky was already wearing. But that'll be revealed to him soon enough.

Soon after, Becky turned on the water and activated the shower setting. With the shower going, Becky proceeded to wash herself up, while Lincoln just stood there for several moments, with sweat pouring down his forehead...


A good amount of time has passed since Becky started taking his shower. While she spent her time washing her entire body, Lincoln decided to kill time by reading some more of his Ace Savvy comic book, while sitting on the toilet. It wasn't much, but it was something. Of course, he eventually got bored of reading it, and he put it to the side for now.

Man, I'm bored... Lincoln yawned and rubbed his eyes. Becky's still taking a shower, and I still don't know a way out of here... Hmmm... Perhaps looking for a way out can kill some time...

With that in mind, Lincoln skimmed the bathroom for a way out. What sucks about this bathroom was the fact that there were no windows, so that was marked 'out'. And the door was certainly out of the question because...well for obvious reasons. And he certainly couldn't flush himself down the toilet because he wouldn't fit. Not that he'd want to anyway, since it would be gross. If only there was something that could be used, even if it was something like the air vent located on the ceiling...

...Wait a minute.

Of course! Lincoln looked up to see the air vent on the ceiling. That could be their way out. Becky and I can climb right into the air vent to get out of this bathroom!

It was then Lincoln couldn't help but facepalm and groan at how he didn't notice it before.

D'oh, I feel so stupid for not thinking of that idea sooner... Fortunately, Lincoln couldn't dwell on his mistake too much, as he had an escape plan to set. First, he had to let Becky know about it, even though she was still in the shower.

Once Lincoln put his Ace Savvy comic book into his back pocket, he gets up and turns to face the shower curtain, preparing to talk to Becky who was on the other side.

"Hey, Beck-EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE..." He trailed off, mouth agape at the sight before him.

It was a silhouette of Becky shown behind the curtain through the cloudy mist and shower water raining down onto her. While she wasn't exposed this time, he could apparently see her curvy looking body, what with her hips and all. Unable to help himself, Lincoln was getting mesmerized by this display as it looked like her breasts were bouncing up and down upon Becky scrubbing them. He also caught a glimpse of two tiny dots on the face end of both jugs, which were her tits. It was clear that she was top-heavy.

Gosh, was she beautiful?

The image Lincoln was seeing was painted as a majestic goddess of beauty, and although Lincoln was disgusted to admit it, he felt that this was alluring. And since he was still a growing boy, he felt his hormones flare up yet again, which he didn't pay any attention to. He was in total admiration as he couldn't help but stare at the silhouette of Becky's naked body from beyond the curtain.

He even felt some sort of bulge forming in his pants, but he was in too much of a trance to pay attention. In fact, it got to the point where he didn't even hear Becky turn off the water. Becky then noticed Lincoln standing there, but didn't care about what he was looking at. She needed him to do her a small favor, so she poked her head from the end of the curtain, with her red hair all damp and soaked, and started calling his name.

"Hey, Lincoln? Lincoln, are you there dude," she then had to yell for him since he wasn't listening. "LINCOLN, ARE YOU OKAY!?"

This got Lincoln to snap out of his trance and look in all directions while stuttering.

"Who? What? Where? Uh, oh uhh...hi Becky," he said rather anxiously as if he was caught red-handed, with that blush still on his face from the mental image he was seeing.

"Oh Lincoln, could you do me a small favor," she asked him softly. "Could you get me two towels for me to dry myself up with? I need a big towel for my body and a small towel for my hair. Be a dear and get me those two towels, will ya?"

Lincoln was then shown stuttering at this request. "Oh, u-uh...Ah a-ahem, oh yeah! Errr...t-two towels huh? Oh y-yeah, sure. I'd b-be glad to get them for you, Becky..."

Without a second to spare, Lincoln quickly went into the towel closet to see if he could find two towels for her to use. Luckily, there were still towels in there, and he grabbed a big towel and a small towel and went back to Becky.

"Great. This is just what I needed. Thanks a lot, hon," she thanked him and winked towards him before emerging back behind the curtain.

As she dried herself off behind the curtain, Lincoln just stood there in shock. Nevermind the fact that she called him 'hon', he could have sworn that she winked at him too. Lincoln had no idea what kind of a mess that he got himself into...


After having wrapped the big towel over her body (covering her breasts) with the small towel covering her damp hair, she opened the curtain and stepped out with water dripping from parts of her covered up hair. Lincoln got another good look at her and was relieved that she covered herself. At the same time, he couldn't help but admit that she looked gorgeous with that big fuzzy towel wrapped around her body, along with the small one wrapped around her hair. Needless to say, this left him in a state of shock.

And to add more to his already growing, conflicting emotions, Becky then asked Lincoln for another favor. "Hey, Lincoln? Would you get me my clothes so I can change back into them?"

Now, Lincoln's face went bright red again as he imagined that she would strip naked again, which would be humiliating. Because of that, he was hesitant to do so. Becky saw this and giggled while encouraging him.

"Hehehehee, come on Linc, don't be shy. I won't bite you," she then added in a rather seductive manner. "Unless you want me to."

Lincoln grew flustered at that as he then obliged to it. "Uh no. T-That won't be necessary Becky. I'll...I'll get your clothes. Just a minute!"

He rushed over to her neatly folded clothes (which he did himself) and handed her panties, socks, skimpy shorts, and the t-shirt with a second t-shirt hidden underneath.

"Thank you, dear," Becky cooed in pleasure as Lincoln shielded his eyes, promising her that he will NOT open them until she's fully clothed.

Gosh, Lincoln is such a cutie. Becky admired, putting her clothes back on. Why can't more guys be like Lincoln?


It didn't take long for Becky to be back in her regular clothes. She then gazed upon Lincoln, who was still covering his eyes for the life of him.

"Okay Lincoln, you can open your eyes," she told him. "I'm not nude anymore."

This got him to perk up as he unshielded his eyes and looked to see that Becky was back in her clothes.

Whew, sweet relief... He wiped off the sweat that was on the base of his forehead and sighed.

Lincoln did notice that her hair was still dripping water, but he didn't bother bringing it up with her, seeing that it would lead to more awkward tension amongst himself.

Fortunately, it was Becky who decided to bring it up as she queried. "Anyway, my hair is still wet, and a small towel can only do so much. Could you please get me a spare hairdryer and brush that I could use for my hair?"

"Uhhh, o-okay," he nodded before looking in the bathroom cabinet.

To his relief, he found a spare hairdryer and brush that Leni keeps in there in case of fashion emergencies. And technically speaking, this did count as a somewhat emergency since they were still stuck in here.

"Here. I'll set up the hairdryer for you Becky," he approached an outlet and went right to plugging it in. "Trust me. I've picked this up from Leni, who showed me how to do this several times in the past, just in case I would have to do something like this."

"That's great. Thanks, Lincoln," Becky was thankful for his help. "It's no wonder why Lori and Leni see you as their favorite kid brother."

"Well, I'm their only little brother," Lincoln added casually. "But yeah, I do my best for them."

"Gosh. I have to wonder what it'd be like if I had my own kid brother," Becky wondered aloud. "You see, I'm an only child, so I wouldn't know what it'd be like for sure."

Lincoln could only shrug in response, as he had the hairdryer all set for her. "Anyway, the hairdryer is all ready for you to use, Becky."

"Great! Thanks a lot for this," Becky chirped as she walked over to the sink. "You are a BIG help Lincoln."

"Yeah uh," Lincoln felt a dry lump in his throat that he swallowed from that compliment as he finished. "I uh...do what I can."

Becky only giggled as she started up the hairdryer. She then proceeded to blow dry her hair with it, as her long red hair was blowing in the wind of the hairdryer. Lincoln was watching this and was intrigued, starstruck by how beautiful it looked. On top of examining her body again, he started to feel those conflicting emotions again, and how awkward and humiliating they've been making him. To him, this was quite a lot for him to wrap his head around.

Oh, man...I feel terrible. Just terrible. First I get a quick peep of Becky using the toilet with her chest exposed. And then I stare at her naked body from behind the curtain, which may have been a silhouette, but it still makes me feel horrible. Lincoln put himself down as he was filled with shame and guilt. What am I doing? I feel like a horrible, nasty, and revolting person for watching her like this. What is wrong with me? It's sick and wrong of me...and yet, part of me feels good by what I'm seeing. But that still makes me a horrible person. I...I feel like a complete jerk for taking advantage of Becky's gorgeous figure. I...I think I deserve to be punished and hit by Becky...

Lincoln kept thinking bad things about himself and that what he was doing was wrong, even though he's done absolutely nothing bad, and that he was only put into this unfortunate circumstance, in which his growing peeper reacted to it as such. Regardless, he continued to stand there and gazed longingly at Becky's sheer beauty, while she was dryer her hair up, with a hair tie and brush to use afterwards...


END OF CHAPTER TWO...

Alright, that's it for this chapter. I hoped you all enjoyed it despite the direction it's going.

Yeah, Lincoln really hasn't done anything wrong despite the situation he's been constantly put into here. It's been shown many times that Lincoln has experienced some sort of an inferiority complex with his sisters, and here, he's unsure how to deal with it without going overboard. That's why he's reacting the way he is.

As far as Becky is concerned in this story, she's just merely teasing Lincoln here and isn't doing anything malicious in the slightest. Again, there will be NO intercourse here, but there will be some growing developments that'll help Lincoln and Becky grow closer together.

Lastly, I do think that this type of story is appropriate, with Valentine's day approaching, even though it won't be explicit.

Anyway, next time, Becky is all done drying her hair, the pair finally manage to escape into the air duct, and get out of the bathroom, Lincoln learns about a similar interest that Becky shares with him, and she even reveals a wonderful surprise to him. How will this all go? Tune in, next time readers!

Now, if you'd like to leave a review for this story, feel free to do so. It can be constructive criticism on how I could improve this story, or it can be a positive review telling me what you liked about this chapter.

Otherwise, I got nothing else to say. So until the next chapter, I hope you look forward to what comes afterwards, and on that note, thanks again for reading everyone!