Lyra Loud was a good Christian girl with every intention of living a virtuous and wholesome life.
Alas, her family was less than the ideal she would have them uphold. Her father was a kind man, but prone to stubbornness, deceit and deception (even if well intentioned), with a silver tongue and a thousand tricks he'd allegedly practiced in the dubiously truthful tales of his early twenties.
He also had the minor flaw of 'somehow' having fathered enough children to supply a football team many times over. Exactly how he had managed this was a matter of debate (since the offered story was an absurd thing no one would believe, even with her genius Aunt's alleged involvement) and even at his most charming best Lyra could hardly believe that the silly man who spent his days pulling schemes to trick her siblings into chores and drawing comics could have seduced so many women.
Her mothers were little better, frivolous and flighty they had never abandoned the adventures of their youth in favour of continuing a never ending music tour across America (and a few other countries). Though Sam was assuredly the more sensible of the two- the two musicians acted as amplifier for each other's tendencies both good and bad. Thus it was not uncommon for the few times Lyra still saw them still that the two would be bearing signs of recent inebriation and indulgence, but they were quickly forgotten as while she couldn't bring herself to approve of their extremes she still cared for both and shared in their passion.
Up until a few years ago Lyra and her siblings had lived with them on their bus, her mothers' bandmates acting as a surrogate Uncle and Auntie. However with Middle and High School on the horizon, even they had to admit that it would be for the best that they attend a 'normal' school rather than continue their home schooling on the bus and all the schedule shifts and changes that the 'rocker' lifestyle demanded.
Now the siblings three lived once more at 1216 Franklin avenue. Though neither Lyra and Lemy had much memory of the years they had ostensibly lived there as toddlers and young children (and Lina none at all), it was a familiar place from the times they had stayed there as a pit stop. Theoretically to catch up with family and more truthfully to simply allow her mothers a place to wind down after a hard tour. Lyra had bonded somewhat with her 'uncle' there, and having grown both accustomed to it and disillusioned with the 'rocker life' as presented by her mothers was not as opposed as her siblings had been when the announcement had been made;
It was to be there they would spend their teen years.
Of course, living here presented its own challenges. She shared a room with her full siblings, and in their approach to adulthood dearly desired to have one of her own. Her many half siblings rotated in and out of the house at their parents leisure, and so the social life of the house was an ever changing status quo that she never properly settled into before it shifted again.
The House itself was old and held together by little more than the impressive finances of her aunts and mothers, and whatever nostalgia convinced them the death-trap in the making was worth saving. The neighbourhood would have likely been lovely, as Michigan as a whole seemed to be a throwback to the safe and friendly American showcases in ancient sitcoms, but the name of 'Loud' bore… connotations thanks to her mother in the whole of the country.
And in Royal Woods? The spawn of Lincoln Loud could never escape the infamy of their man-whore of an 'Uncle'- and even that embarrassment was a privilege only maintained so long as the disgrace of their family tree remained hidden from the wider world.
But Lyra Loud was no quitter and she had through gumption, resolve and faith carved out a own good reputation of her own in the school system and wider community.
Her family though?
That would always remain as much an obstacle as an asset to her simple ambition of a moral life.
But just how they would, and how one member in particular would challenge her was nothing like she would have expected.
The first hint of it came shortly after Lyra came home one day to see her father half stuffed inside one of the many vents that ran through the house. They were spacious things, allowing most so inclined children to fit in with ease- though a younger and less… disciplined Lyra had learnt the hard way that Aunt Lynn could still manage if needed.
Along with (somehow) the tall and willowy mother of Lupa and Loth when she so pleased, despite all logic to the contrary.
Unfortunately for Lincoln Loud, while he had more than once replicated the adulthood feats of the spooky and sporty sisters of his generation- his wider frame usually meant he had to dislocate something to fit, and so was less predisposed to try.
Which meant it was no surprise that he had somehow manged to get himself caught in the dining room vent.
Lyra stared at the back of her father's back half, jean clad legs ineffectually feeling around for purchase with squeaking sneakers. The furniture around him was shifted from their usual places, clearly he'd either moved them to get into the dining room vent or had simply pushed them away by accident while trying to exit.
Of course no one else was home at the time, or at least seemingly so from the lack of the nigh ever-present background noise that hummed through the home of too many. Maybe Aunt Lily was still around somewhere since she tended to pop up in odd places like Aunt Lucy without the jump scare- but given that she hadn't come down already…
It was up to Lyra Loud to be the responsible one in the house.
Again.
"… Father?" Lyra sighed, "what did you try this time?"
The legs stopped. "… Lyra? Is that you?"
"Yes it's me Father- what did you do?" Lyra stepped closer to examine the farce; the waist of Lincoln Loud was free but his orange-clad torso was firmly trapped within the wall. "Why are you- you know what: I don't want to know." She shook her head in consideration of the many failed (and often strangely successful) schemes her progenitor had conducted. "Do you want me to go get Aunt Lily?"
"Lily!?" Her father practically squawked, echoing through the vent. "Nononono- just, look; it's just my shoulders are stuck, could you just pull me out?"
He twitched a leg to indicate the obvious handhold.
Lyra rolled her eyes, "of course Father, I'm happy to help; just keep still."
She marched around to his feet and pulled his ankles up, fitting her body between her father's legs (shut up mind Lemy, you're not funny!) before getting a better grip on his shins and anchoring his feet behind her back. There she stood, preparing to pull while staring down at body, but there was little tension in his legs.
"Could you lock your legs?" Lyra sighed. "They need to be tensed up or I won't be able to pull you out."
"Sure thing!" Lincoln agreed. Lyra felt her father's leg muscles tense under her and the legs were properly stiffened.
But those weren't what drew her attention.
Instead there was a set of voluminous watermelons packaged in blue before her.
There, attached above her father's legs was a pair of soft, but firm arches swelling through denim with perfect detail. It was like the strong material was just felt against a pair of oversize hamburger buns and Lyra felt the urge to touch them if only to see they were real.
Then they flexed with the legs beneath, pressing together so that the outer sides pushed in and the inner cheeks pressed into some kind of cleavage despite their cloth prison-
"Lyra, could you start pulling?" Lincoln's voice startled her out of her mesmerisation.
"Oh, s-sure." Lyra stuttered. She swallowed dryly and proceeded to apply every bit of her Loud girl strength to excavating her father from his predicament.
It took only a few moments, then Lincoln slid back with a squeak of flesh on metal from the vents, exposing more of his body. Then he got stuck again and Lyra gave another heave before the slight jiggle from his backside drew her eyes again- too late. Merciful Christ does he stuff his pants- no! Stop looking!
Lincoln Loud slid with another squeak upon his stomach and Lyra released his feet so that he could roll onto his back. Her father's normally snow white hair (allegedly natural- though Lyra was more inclined to believe it came from the stress of his own lust-inflicted purgatory, even if there were pictures to corroborate otherwise) was grey with soot and the rest of his body and clothes fared little better.
All except for his bare stomach. Both his long sleeved white shirt and ever-present orange polo that he wore over the first had been pulled up, revealing a clean stomach. It was smooth and firm- not like Aunt Lynn's sculpted, rippling abs but the outline of a 'four pack' (for lack for a better word) exposed itself with every breath.
"Ahhh," Lincoln gasped, staring upwards. "Gosh darned- wait, I thought you were on a date?"
Lyra blinked in confusion, then followed her father's eyes to where Aunt Lily was perched on the stairs, leaning on the bannister to gaze upon them with a little smile that told Lyra she knew exactly what was going on behind her once chaste eyes.
"Oh, Carlitos had to cancel, car troubles." Her eyes flicked over to Lyra and her insides twisted as the older woman gave a motherly smile. "I see you and Lyra are having fun."
Lyra barely escaped the resulting innuendo laden storm, and storytime with her dignity merely in tatters rather than utterly destroyed. Though all the double-entendres apparently flew over Lincoln's be-sooted head, Lyra felt every one of them like a mocking stab into her pride.
Yes, Lyra was aware that she was a sinner and long before she gazed upon her father's bountiful, bouncy buttocks. But while she could accept and live with the knowledge that she had an undue sense of superiority from her achievements, the idea that she was afflicted by lust was somehow dirtier even before considering the source thereof.
And did her dear Auntie really have to bring up that old story about her 'pulling' her father's 'log' when she was a toddler on top everything else? And then her mothers just happened to come in right at the wrong time to confirm it all.
"Oh yeah, that actually happened," her mother laughed. "Linc's face was priceless."
Lyra was slack jawed in horror, and turned her eyes to her more sensible mother to hopefully deny the story. Alas, the blonde rocker's lips were sucked in trying not to laugh at her expense- there was no hope of absolution from her.
Her birth mother of course barrelled along without mercy. "You were all pissy because Lemy went an' pinched your strawberry- then somehow you got a food fight started and tried eating the leftovers off the floor-"
"Mother please-"
"- 'Course then you went an' shit yourselves- so we got up to go clean ya off in the tub, but Linc was already in since he needed a wash. Lemy got in an' out easy enough- no thanks to someone tryin' to pull his dick off!"
"I WAS ONE!"
"And already a misandrist," Luna sighed. "I felt like such a failure-"
"MOM!"
"So anyway; we got Lems out easy enough but someone was still cranky, but Linc was still starkers anyway so he grabbed ya' like a sack of potatoes and tried get back in the shower again. 'Course little you didn't much like that- so you wiggled outta his arms, fell a bit aaaand!"
Luna made a stretching motion with her hands, "BOING! Ya' used his dick like a friggin' bungie cord to get out! We were calling you 'Daddy Diddler' for weeks!"
Lyra's face flamed red in embarrassment and to her dismay; the sour expression of remembered pain upon Lincoln's face confirmed the veracity of the story. "It was nasty on multiple levels." He muttered with distate, lips twisting as if he recalled drinking spoiled milk. "Luan thought it was the funniest thing ever though-"
"Ha!" Luna wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, "I forgot she did the 'take a seat' thing! Man, you think she's still got the video?"
Of course she did.
Aunt Luan loved keeping all their embarrassing moments as mementos for her own debased pleasure (maybe she wasn't in a position to complain about that again though…).
At least now in the safety of Lyra's and her siblings' room she could relax and reflect in peace.
And in hindsight…
Maybe it wasn't lust that had enraptured her?
No, it wasn't like she had ever really looked at her father's posterior before now was it? Up until this point there had been no question about the platonic nature of her feelings, indeed up until relatively recently she'd been downright frosty thanks to the proof of his own hedonism in her and siblings.
Most likely, she had simply been shocked because she had never really paid attention to him and his 'jiggly parts' before. What woman wouldn't be shocked to find her own father sporting buttocks so plush they could put a movie star to shame? And as for the 'take a seat' incident, surely her younger self had been merely opportunistic with her handholds, no toddler could even conceive of lust at their age.
No, she nodded to herself. She was no pervert- unlike her Aunt who switched from genuine sweetness to depravity seemingly on at the drop of a hat, she had simply been shocked and let Lily into her head.
She raised herself from her bed in satisfaction and looked up her reflection with renewed self-respect, quickly pulling her long (and difficult to maintain!) hair into a neat fall of brunette strands. Clothes suitably unrumpled? A quick change and check!
Jacket nice and straight? Check!
Faith in herself restored? Check!
She bravely ventured out of her sanctuary, mind firmly set on ignoring Lily and her teasing, while maintaining her usual serene sensibilities without fail regardless of what nonsense may come her way.
Her sensibilities were not long for this world.
Lemy was the rebellious sort, seeking validation and attention through whatever scheme he could think of be it from his family, friends or just through strangers on the intent via stunts (or more often the comedic failures thereof) and chafing against any rules that might hinder that process. Of course it probably came down to their mothers practically abandoning them after they hit their teens and leaving them with an overworked father who simply couldn't give the three the same nigh-smothering attention the band had showered them with, combined with the necessary (and probably healthier) restrictions that came with living under a more grounded household.
So when she came down the stairs to find one Lemy Loud firmly in the arms of his father, and actually leaning into the hug she froze in shock. She reached up and pinched her cheek, ow- no, still awake.
The two were just inside the front door, Lemy looked a little dusty and roughed up with swollen eyes. Maybe he had been fighting again, her father meanwhile seemed little different if a little fresher thanks to a shower and change of clothes.
"… stay where Drew can keep an eye on you next time, for your old man okay?" She caught a whisper as she quietly approached.
Lemy didn't answer, but planted his face further into Lincoln's chest, and the older man rested his chin atop Lemy's messy head.
Lyra could only stare for the full minute the two shared the hug, until Lemy looked up with a bleary eye and jumped away at the sight of her, Lincoln was surprised and in turn caught the visage of his daughter staring at them.
"Uh, hello there Lyra- I was just going around hugging my children!" He quickly exclaimed, Lemy's eyes darting between them with a reddened face. "D-do you want one!?"
She very nearly laughed at the obvious cover, but for Lemy's pride she just nodded and played along- marching along to receive her 'random hug'.
"Ahh," Lincoln arms wrapped around her and gently pulled her in. "There we go, one hug per kid!"
She sniffled a snicker, and let herself mould to his form a bit. There was just a bit of softness to him still, but the tough muscles from a decade of Aunt Lynn's training and dealing with so many children had left him with a decent physique the envy of most men his age. His arms were well practiced at finding just the right height to provide a comfortable pressure around her upper body and he radiated safety and warmth.
Lyra allowed a little satisfied sigh to escape before drawing in his usual scent, but sans the usual mix of dust, dirt and stressful sweat that followed him and his lifestyle.
It smelled like… maturity. If she could give it a word, as silly as it was.
Matured… masculinity actually.
Her eyes snapped open as a familiar, and now unmistakable twist in her devilish regions let her know her pretty words and rationalisations were as sincere as Lani mouthing the Lord's payer. Sweat trickled down her back as her flesh awoke to Lust for half of it's very source, and her hands twitched as she realised That Ass was within reach and so very squeezable.
"Lyra?"
She blinked and looked up as her father's distressingly blue eyes looked down to her in worry. "Are you sick? You feel feverish."
"Yes!" She suddenly released her hold on her father, and practically threw herself away from him. "Uhh, yes- sorry I completely forgot for some reason. I'll just go do my chores and go to bed-"
"Are you sure, I can do the washing if-"
"NO!" She squawked, and winced she could see confusion spread across both males' faces. "I'll just get it done- Lemy, could you bring my dinner up when Liena's done?"
"I mean sure, but-"
"OkaythanksgottadoitnowBYE!" And like that Lyra Loud spend off to the basement before she could disgrace herself before the object of her unwanted desires.
Washing was easy, or least it offered lots of time to think and reflect on ones own. In a house of so many, those minutes were as precious as gold and well worth having to wear gloves to deal with the nastier funk that came of an overfilled house of pubescent extroverts. At least, that's what she normally would have relished- a bit of 'me time' when otherwise it was always 'our time'.
Now the folly of her desperate escape became clear as her mind swam with filth and grime that made the used clothing beneath seem sanitary. The realisation of what she wanted, what she was – it was surely a devils curse, perhaps set upon her by Lani and her sisters in ironic retribution for her outspoken rejection of their unrepentant sinning.
Or maybe it was God's own way of taking her down a peg- to strip away some of her pride and remind her that she just as imperfect as the rest of her family. Certainly even her faithful sentiments had been tainted by the deadliest sin-
Her thoughts paused as her fingers stopped at a sooty orange polo.
It was surely the same one that her father had worn earlier, when she'd first became aware of her 'condition'. Her trembling fingers raised it out and- sure it enough the stains and marks lined up with that 'adventure'.
A cold sweat beaded at her brow as the subtle scent reached her nostrils- a more potent version of the subtle scent that emitted from her father's skin. But it had been weakened by time- it was still strong but not so much that it could overcome the sour fumes contained by the family washing basket.
Her gloved hand trembled for a moment as it occurred to her that no one in the world would know if she brought it closer- to indulge in herself for just a second. Lyra's fingers clenched and relaxed, unsure if she would toss the thing into the wash or bring it closer to relish the scent that she dearly wished repulsed her.
"Having some trouble Lyra?" The high pitched voice of Lily Loud cut through her thoughts, causing her to drop the shirt into the washer with the rest with a yelp. "Or maybe… you're just having some 'alone time'."
"I-what?" Lyra dragged her thoughts away from sin to regard her Aunt properly, the youngest of the last generation stood in the corner of the basement- somehow having gotten there despite Lyra being sure that the door had not opened. "What on earth do you mean? I was just doing my chores-"
"Wow!" Lily clapped her hands and grinned, "my chores never had 'self exploration' in them when I was your age- can we swap?"
Lyra's frazzled mind took a moment to process the innuendo- before she flushed red. "I-I, what are you suggesting? I'm just trying to do the laundry-"
"Uh, uh , uh!" Lily waggled her finger at the musician, "lying is a sin- like you've told us all.
A lot."
It wasn't untrue that her zeal had been perhaps excessive at times, "well-"
"Not that I have a problem with it," Lily folded her arms behind her and bounced in anticipation, her teeth gleaming despite the shadows over most of her. "All that effort had to come from a place of love right? I mean, that's why you spend all that time watching us and lecturing us and finding new sermons to remind us we're going to ruin ourselves if we don't change…"
"I- yes!" Lyra hissed. "That's literally why I-"
"Well lucky for you!" Lily stopped her bounce, and all the slightly distracting jiggling her unfairly bountiful breasts produced, and leaned forward just a little. "I'm here to repay the favour- by helping you with your problems!"
"What problems?" Lyra sighed in exasperation. "I'm doing well in school, I'm not behind on my chores or job- even Lemy's getting along with our Father for once so-"
"You're a filthy fucking liar Lyra." Lily's voice was cold as ice and it stopped Lyra's words in her throat, but her good cheer immediately returned with her next words. "And more of a perv than any of us could have imagined- guess what they about the good girls is true!
Or maybe it's just something about…
Daddy's Girls…"
Lyra blanched and she stumbled back. "I-I, don't know what you're talking about- I try my best to get along with my father but-"
"No. Lying." Lily advanced. "I know what you are, and you know what? I think it's time you stopped pretending"
"I'm not pretending," she insisted. "I'm just having some trouble right now because-"
"You want Linky inside you?" The woman giggled.
"Dang it Aunt Lily!" Lyra backed into the wall, and was helpless Lily came upon her. "I-I'm not like this, it's just- I-"
"Come over to the pervy side my niece..." the older woman crooned with a mocking edge, a lecherous smile twisting her once sweet features as she suddenly popped out from shadows of the basement. "You can feel it can't you?
The hunger in your womb for your father's seed.
The warmth that spreads upon the very idea of claiming it even as your fading morality cries out against it.
The need for his love like no daughter ever should.
Abandon these petty principles and embrace your true destiny... I knew it from the very moment your infantile hands reached for his Log- it is inevitable..."
Lyra spluttered, the sheer absurdity of everything that happened today finally overcoming her paralysed shock. More importantly; she decided that she'd had enough of today and called upwards;
"MOMS!" The rarely issued call for aid echoed. "Auntie Lily is being weird again!"
"Lils- stop tryin' to go Pervy Sith on my kids!" Luna half-heartedly admonished from somewhere upstairs. "We know you're doin' it again an' the family tree's tangled enough already dang it!"
"Oh fine..." Lily huffed and walked past Lyra and the washing, but leaned down for just a moment to whisper to her. "The secret word is Lame-O!"
The younger woman blinked as her mind processed what was just said- that her aunt had just apparently handed her the word that was never to be uttered in the house- and she turned to confront her.
But Lily had vanished, as surely as a tempting shade through walls.
Lyra's mind turned and tumbled as she processed just what happened.
"Cursed, sinful pervert!" She huffed. "Seeking to spread her deviancy to the next generation- it's not enough that she birthed those devils, she seeks companions in her filthy incestuous desires. Why on earth would she think telling me 'The Word' would ever amount to... anything? As if it would even work- and what kind of monster would I be if I dishonoured my father like that?"
"To utterly enslave him with a word," she hissed, new images coming before her minds eye. "To reduce him to a mindless automaton, seeking only to ... obey his master and... do whatever..."
Her words slowed as she realised the twisting in her guts was worse than before- that her hands were trembling.
It took only a second to recognise the symptoms of intense want, inflamed by the knowledge that for the first time in her life- all it would take to quench the 'hunger' within was a few syllables and the abandonment of her oh so heavy principles.
"Lord help me, why?" She bemoaned her blood as the fire of sinful desire burned down below. "Why would you tempt me like this?"
A shadow suddenly appeared bedside her, crouched to whisper sins into her ear; "Because you're one of uuuussss!"
"GO AWAY AUNT LILY!"
A/N:
For the record, there will never be any parent-child incest in my pieces unless it is being portrayed as either sheer shock comedy with no trace of sincerity to it or tragedy and probably rape. But seeing the straight laced good Christian girl suffer the fate of the worst kind of perversion is darkly humorous to me.
This story takes place in a slightly different Sin Kids continuity that than the usual, inspired by conversations between myself and one of my readers, and taking details from my Baby Boogaloo story but taking place in a (probably) different continuity and different future to the one that will likely come from the 'present' of that story.
All the casual reader needs to know for this story is that most of the kids were born around the same time in this AU, and that most of the kids were born due to something nonsense from Lisa rather than them going full Habsburg.