The Loud House: Future Love Run Amok!

by TotCall720

Three years into the future and things are going to be shaken up, big time. New forbidden relationships emerge as Lincoln struggles to find out what's going on with the nature of the older Loud sisters still at home, and with himself. The ball gets rolling with Luna, and spirals from here. Potential Harem in the future. Reviews, PM feedback and critique strongly desired. Thank you!

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Friday Movie Night: Curtain Motions

Friday October 25th, 2019.

Rita and Lynn Sr were in the family van, warming it up, Lily already in her car seat with a giant smile on her face. The rest of the siblings were struggling to prep themselves for the Friday night movie that would be playing within the next half-hour, not including the trailers of all the new movies they'd want to see, especially Luan and Lincoln.

Lincoln was just getting dressed around 6:35 PM; five minutes before the family was suppose to be in the van ready to go. He was still in a daze from his comic power-read in his underwear, almost totally forgetting about the movie in an instance of Leni-like situational awareness. He could hear his other sisters all prepping in their own fashion. Several loud steps down the stairs at such speed indicated it was the combined foot-stomping of Lana and Lynn, followed by elitist-like foot movement from Lola. Lisa's was easiest, given her conservative and reserved pace of walking.

Lucy followed next, her soggy and somewhat soft footsteps giving away her usual surprise entrances.

"Almost…once they're out of the clear, I can sprint with no interruptions," Lincoln said, forming a plan to run through the house so as not to unintentionally run into or over his sisters at breakneck speed. He wanted to be the last out of the house so he could sneak in multiple Dr. Pibb cans into the theaters.

Then the erratic, ditzy thuds of Leni became apparent, her lightly screeching repeatedly that she forgot several fashion items and a bag to sneak in the family several shakes. This was arguably the only time Leni had a bad-girl streak to her.

"Linky! We're going to be late! I want to see the popcorn fall off the movie screen!" She called out towards the end of the hallway, Lincoln's locked bedroom door.

"Okay Leni! Almost ready! Wait, popcorn fall off the screen?"

"Yeah! We get these glasses that make the movie come to life, and I want to eat the popcorn that comes flying towards us from the opening previews to the movie," she explained, Lincoln realizing what she meant.

"You mean the 3D glasses Leni? Those just make the movie look three-dimensional, it doesn't come to life like that!"

"Oh Linky, come on! Why else would they make those silly looking glasses?" Leni said in a cute and slightly overconfident expression, totally unaware of what the reality of 3D glasses meant and permitted.

"Leni I, oh, never mind. I'll be down in a sec!" He shouted, still struggling to pull his jeans on. He then pulled his head through his trademark orange collared polo, two sizes longer since his new growth spurt.

"That should be it. Time for that Pibb!" he said excitedly, prepping mentally for his sneaky minute long operation.

Hearing no more movement, his shoes now on and a quick combing of his hair, cow-lick and all still sticking out the corner of his head, a peppermint piece of gum to make his breath better smelling since he didn't have the time to brush, he quickly ran out of the room.

Looking back towards his room momentarily he suddenly collided with a bouncy soft chest, ricocheting him backwards into another bouncy set of cheeks, then into the wall, thudding into the ground. Dazed and confused, he saw Luan standing over him, a combo-smile of concern and laughter coming from the nurturing grin behind the enormous rack just above Lincoln's head. Luna was on the other side, looking a bit shocked while staring down towards Lincoln.

"Woah Lincoln, are you okay? I didn't mean to bust you up like that…get it?" Luan said, followed by her trademark giggle. "Oh oh, wait! I got one…I know we're bosom buddies, but this a little ridiculous, get it? Hahahaha." Lincoln blushed from how easy Luan was taking in the sudden collision, and how close her imposing upper frame was.

"I was sure that was all of them," he thought in his head, recounting the number and type of footsteps he heard going down the hall. Luan helped Lincoln up as Luna came out of from the side, giggling at the sight, presumably sensing Lincoln's awkward feelings.

"Lincoln collide with us again Luan? Ain't no big thing love," she said ending on a British accent, now brushing Lincoln off.

"It was a mistake guys, my bad," he said, still slightly flustered by the incident.

"Those balloons of yours are going to be the death of Lincoln one day," Luna said with a smirk to Luan, causing Lincoln a mortified expression.

"You're one to talk Luna. He bounced off of you too, straight into the wall. That derrière of yours is more than half responsible for butting into Lincoln all the time…get that?"

Luna and Luan's play-squabble was flustering and distracting Lincoln immensely, until he looked at his watch, his face going pale.

"Yeah well, my butt width still matches my bust. You're chest heavy!" Luna said, using her hands to wave the shape of breasts around her own, demonstrating how much bigger Luan was, even with Luna's impressive size.

"You just need to turn the other cheek next time," Luan retorted back to Luna with equal hand motions around her butt, jokingly mocking and turning Luna's move against her.

"GUYS!" Lincoln yelled out, getting their attention.

"What's up Lincoln?" Luan said.

"Little bro?" Luna followed.

"We have less than ten seconds to get to the van…"

"…OH SHIT!" Luna and Luan shouted, running at light speed in front of Lincoln.

"Cool. There's actually twenty seconds, but hey, why not give myself more time and space?" He said to himself, gaining speed again and heading fast down the stairs into the kitchen. He then saw Luna and Luan dart out of the kitchen, the refrigerator door closing suddenly.

"Did they? NO, THEY DIDN'T!"

The front door shut with a huge thud as Lincoln hustled to the frig. On the kitchen floor he saw the remnants of Luna and Luan's wake, Luan's scrunchy and Luna's IPod lying on the ground, still okay but weirdly spaced.

"They must have dropped these in their hurry. Now did they take the last of the Pibb? Where are you…PIBB! KILLER!" He punched the air in joy, guessing his sisters were sneaking in some other kind of food or drink. He threw on his olive green jacket with the multiple large pockets and stuffed several Pibbs in, along with multiple candy bars. Then he looked forwards, presumably breaking the fourth wall.

"What? Movie theaters make most of their money from snacks. I ain't paying five bucks for a small bag of skittles or seven dollars for a hot dog! I'm still paying for the movie anyway…kind of."

As he ran out the front door, he quickly realized Luna and Luan's stuff was still on the ground, and they hadn't come back yet.

"Ten seconds; I GOT TIME!"

He backtracked to the kitchen, swooped up the items on the ground, ran to the door and slammed it shut, locking it on the way out.

"6:40 PM and a few seconds, not bad for such a-"

"LINCOLN! COME ON OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LEFT BEHIND!" his father yelled out of the driver's window, honking the horn, his sisters laughing at him.

"ALRIGHT DAD!" Lincoln huffed, still ever excited to see the movie tonight; "Godzilla: King of Monsters."

Lincoln got in behind the driver's seat, sitting next to a reserved yet chipper Leni, and across her, Lily in her car seat. Their dad pulled out and started the fifteen minute drive to the theaters.

"Honey, it's good to put the alarm on now," Lynn Sr said to Rita.

"Got it dear," Rita said, using her cell phone to activate the house alarm.

Behind Lincoln's row sat an embittered Lola, a nonchalant Luna and Luan, with Lucy, Lisa, Lana and Lynn in the very back seat, Lisa's still preferred spot to be in case of low-flying aircraft or an engine explosion. Lana and Lynn were just as excited as Lincoln and Lily, even when they chose different movies.

Since the Godzilla movie was pushed back multiple months yet again from its intended March release, he hoped and hoped he could win a sibling movie draw, his chances increasing since Lori had moved out. He won the October movie draw, though Lily had gotten the kaiju bug ever since Lincoln introduced her to several Japanese giant monster movies and cast a vote for that one too, making his chances higher than ever. He loved these movies to death, why Lincoln had a toy King Ghidorah hanging in his room still, along with a toy Japanese giant robot.

Luan begrudgingly accepted the fact, herself not really a fan of Sci-Fi. She wanted to see a new comedy movie, but would try and enjoy the monster film nonetheless. She hoped it would be a "roaring" time.

Luna was indifferent to what movie was chosen. Regarding Lincoln's movie she was only hoping there was going to be a lot more monsters fighting than the last one she saw when she was thirteen back in 2014, and maybe hear a new rock song at the end. She was however interested in how the music would compare to earlier Godzilla movies…just for comparison's sake, she said insistently to the curious eyes of Lincoln and Lynn. Again she got bit by the film music bug, the corny "Giant Monster Music" stuff. Lucy accidently found this out from an embarrassing reveal, just like with the somber film music and orchestrated rock music. Lucy tacked on the promise to keep it secret, since she herself developed a liking of the old gothic monster music for Dracula and Nosferatu.

Lucy was indifferent, glad her anonymous pick didn't go through; Princess Pony, The Movie.

Lana and Lynn were extremely excited to see the giant monster fights, each pretending to be one of the main monsters, Godzilla and Rodan, or Mothra and King Ghidorah.

Lola was in utter protest to the movie, wishing she had fudged the results, wanting to see Frozen 2. Her and Leni prepped themselves in Elsa-like clothing, Lola gloating that either of them would win. With Lola in somewhat bitter spirits, Leni tried to look to the positives of a giant monster movie; she had a hard time. She also didn't like the fact that the first Godzilla movie she ever saw had a giant spider in it; this spun the web of her Arachnophobia for many years to come. She hoped it didn't come back in this one.

"I may not be seeing the new Hockey vs. Football sports movie, but it's gonna be cool to see some monsters beat the crud out of one another!" Lynn said, pretending to breathe atomic fire like Godzilla onto Lana.

"I know right," Lana replied, waving her arms over Lynn like Rodan. "I can see the Transformer movie another time!"

"You both know those fictitious creatures are computer generated, right?" Lisa dryly asked in her deadpan lisp.

"Yeah! They're so fake and ugly looking. Now Frozen 2, that would have been beautiful to see," Lola opinioned out.

"Lola…Frozen 2 is computer-animated as well," Lisa replied.

"So!? It's still much prettier with better looking scenery and songs!"

"But Lola," Lana replied, "there's a giant moth that's all rainbowy and colorful, with two girls kinda dressed like you. You're gonna like that!"

Lola chortled out, "That remains to be seen. I'm going in with my arms and feet crossed to the left on this one. In case you're wondering, that's a bad sign from one of my pageant judges!"

"So, Lola, you'll be going into this movie with two left feet? Get it?" Luan spoke out.

"HA! Got her! Just like that one pageant where you tripped on nothing; you really do have two left feet, " Luna said in a big jolly rock tune, high-fiving Luan, Lynn and Lana giving Luan one too.

"I told you it was a lady bug!"

"Come on little pink dudette. Lighten up," Luna said in her now relaxed, jive tone to Lola.

"I'll lighten up," Lola paused, and then now speaking lowly and in a comically evil tone, "I'll lighten up the votes into an endless gulfing flame and forge every subsequent vote. I'll lay conquest to every movie month choice from here on out! I"LL BE QUEEN OF MOVIE MONTH DRAW FOREVER! HAHAHAHAH!"

The siblings looked at Lola with blank yet surprised faces, Lola's irises in a jagged sharp shape like fire. She shook her head and gave a quick puppy-dog look, "Just Kidding!"

Lily couldn't see, but heard Lola and mimicked her evil laugh and unreassuringly cutesy expression-reply, causing everyone, including Rita and Lynn Sr to laugh hard.

Lola pouted, huffing out, "Well…at least I'm not the only one with two left feet."

"You realize such a condition is not documented in the family, or anywhere to my knowledge…or am I to presume this to be a colloquialism?"

Everyone turned back to Lisa, all but Luan and Lucy squinting in confusion, them being presumably the only ones that knew the term.

"Huuh…an expression?"

"Yeah, what she said," Lynn chimed in. "Besides, Lola's talking about Leni."

"What about me?" Leni asked with an air of absolute innocence.

"That Lola means you've got two left feet too," Lynn said over a head rocking Luna. "I've seen more left turns from you than at a Nascar race."

Putting her earphones on, Luna now seemed to be looking for her IPod in her pocket, followed by Luan feeling her now loose and unkempt hair. Both their eyes went wide in shock, now rummaging around their seats trying to figure out where their respective items went. As Leni sat processing what Lynn articulated as plainly as possible, and the view of the sudden panicked commotion of Luna and Luan, Lincoln realized he had not given them their misplaced items back.

"OH! I found these on the kitchen floor when I went to check up on something. They're yours, right?" Lincoln asked, holding out the items to them. Smiles engulfed their faces.

"Killer Bro! I can always count on you!" Luna said.

"I owe you one Lincoln. Without my scrunchy I'm not even a one-ponytail show…heehaw. Hahaha."

"Linky, I don't have two left feet, do I?" Leni asked in a child-like voice, a strange wave of focused concern coming from the timber of her tone. She slipped off her sandels and pulled her legs up, feeling embarrassed now and covering her legs with her purse.

"Leni, don't be silly," Lincoln said reassuringly, taking off the purse. "Look; one left foot, one right foot. All normal and good; Lola's just messing with you because she tripped over literally nothing but air at one of her pageants."

"LADYBUG!"

"Oh…well that's good. I thought it was like when Lisa told me I was intolerant of people who lacked toes," Leni said, wiggling hers now.

"I said lactose intolerant," Lisa said dryly.

"Lisa, it's not nice to say I'm intolerant of people with different looking feet."

"I'm out," Lisa mumbled.

Lucy then chimed in with her low voice. "Why are we talking about feet so much. This is legitimately getting weird."

"My sentiments exactly," Lisa concurred.

"I think this all stems from Lola's original comments," Lincoln opinioned.

"HEY! DON'T BLAME THIS ONE ON ME!"

"Poor Lola…you've been just about utterly defeated, get it?"Luan punned.

"HA HA HA! So original Luan!" Lola roared sarcastically.

"Just chalk it up to my list of wordplay feats. HA!"Luan laughed hard, raising her legs in Lola's face momentarily.

Luan snickered as Lola closed her eyes and banged her head backwards continuously into the seat, getting several giggles from Lynn and Lana, a smirk from Lisa, Lincoln laughing under his breath, Leni still fooling with her sandals on oblivious to the situation, and a rare small smile from Lucy. Lily was timing the thuds from Lola's strikes with classic Bugs Bunny cries, "OOO, EEE, HHII, OOHH, AAAOOHH!"

"We're here everybody!" Lynn Sr announced.

"OH THANK MERCIFUL TIARAS!"Lola sad loudly.

6:56 PM. Four minutes until the movie trailers would play, and they were just parking…on the other side of the parking lot, way from the long line that suddenly formed out of the blue.

"Oh, COME ON!"Lana and Lynn cried out in unison.

"That line is gonna take forever to get through," Lynn wined.

"Good thing I-"Lincoln paused, pulling out a chunk of movie tickets for free shows, totaling eleven., "-these! Now we won't need to wait."

"HOLY CRUD LINCOLN! Where'd you get those?" Lynn asked, mesmerized by so many movie tickets, the other sisters and Rita and Lynn Sr looking mesmerized too.

"I did a lot of chores for my middle school teachers, which got me seven. I had to win the mile run a week ago to get the last four. Hardest run of my life."

"You did that, for us?" Lynn asked again, "no wonder you started joining me on my runs Lincoln."

"Yeah Linc, you usually hate running," Luan added on.

"I do. I really, really do. I just anticipated a long line and possible delays, so we can save a little money for movie snacks while still seeing the trailers, movie and all."

"Lincoln, that is so sweet," his mother said, pinching his cheek, Lincoln getting embarrassed now.

"Alright son! We owe you one. Everybody, our budget for snacks just shot through the roof," Lynn Sr announced proudly.

"Money isn't really an issue," Lisa opinioned quietly.

"It's the thought that counts," Lucy replied.

"LET'S GO!" Lynn Sr announced.

Five minutes until movie time. The group went through the theater doors and got the luck of no lines in the snack bar. Lynn Sr spotted everyone's snack purchases, though most everyone seemed to not buy a whole lot, Lana being the only one to choose an exorbitant number of things to eat.

"Hey kids, quick, honest question…who snuck in food and drinks?" Lynn Sr asked, the siblings a little taken aback by their father's question. Everyone except Lana and Lola raised their hands.

"That's what I thought," Rita said, before she and their father opened up their jackets and showed an armada of snacks from home, the entire group now holding back their laughs as best they could.

"I guess that's where we get it from," Lincoln thought, still trying to keep a straight face while he handed the tickets over to the ticket checker. When Lincoln gave him the tickets, he replied with unfortunate news.

"Uh, folks, sorry to say but there are only eight seats available for Godzilla: King of Monsters."

"WHAT!? YOU'RE KIDDING ME!" Lincoln yelled loudly. "We can't all go together?"

"Sorry, several other people came in last second like you with these free movie tickets. We do however have Frozen 2 still open; it's airing in fifteen minutes."

Lola's eyes lit up like fireworks.

"Oh, what an utter and complete, total let-down," she lied in a cutesy, manipulative tone to their folks, "I guess now, you'll have to take some of us to see Frozen 2, huh?"

"Lincoln? What would you like to do? They're your tickets?" Rita asked Lincoln.

"Well I don't want us going home on account of this. Maybe we could split into two movie parties this time around?"

"Good idea sport, "Lynn Sr replied, "How about you, Lynn, Luna, Luan, Lily, Lana, Lisa and Lucy see the Godzilla movie, and Lola, Leni, your mom and I go see Frozen 2?"

Leni and Lola screeched and pleaded with Lincoln, before the ticket processor raised his hand again, the older teenager's voice cracking from obvious puberty.

"Oh, gee, sorry again folks, I misspoke. It's actually the Mike Judge comedy movie Battle of the Politicians that's still free."

"OOOH, that's what I wanted to see!" Luan yelled out.

"Me too," Lynn Sr said under his breath, getting a furled eyebrow from Rita and a wink from Luan.

"So how many seats are left in Frozen 2?" Lola asked the awkward teen.

"Uhh…three."

"Uh…three movie parties I guess, "Lincoln said to the group, now all nodding their heads in rigorous agreement, "…Luan, since you and Dad wanted to see the comedy, right? That way Leni, Lola and mom can go watch Frozen 2, and we can watch Lily as we see the Godzilla movie."

"Look at Lincoln; the master of planning and strategy," complemented Luna.

"Happenstance really, a matter of probabilities aligning in rather unique fashions," Lisa plainly said.

"Fashion?" Leni asked, only getting that last bit from Lisa's external monologue. "Lisa, if you have a question on fashion, you can come to me."

"…I'm out," Lisa said, taking a ticket from Lincoln.

"One for the movie about impossibly large radioactive creatures please," Lisa said with her lisp, walking away nonchalantly from her family, before at the last second she snuck out a Honey and Oats bar while she went through the doors to the theater room playing the picture.

"Alright Louds, we got our game plan. LET'S DO THIS! And Luna, you and Lynn will be in charge of Lily, okay?"

"Got it dad," Luna and Lynn said.

Everyone else got their tickets from Lincoln, and broke off into their respective movie groups. Leni and Lola were now jumping in extreme joy, waving their arms around like they were wiping snow flurries. Lynn and Lana were playing monster all the way to the movie room doors with Lily running between them. Luan and Lynn Sr went down the hall telling risqué jokes of a political nature full of puns at the expense of Donald Trump, Bill and Hillary Clinton and the Michigan legislature members responsible for the push to outlaw the McBride's marriage.

Lucy was indifferent, seeing the Princess Pony sign in front of a door way down.

"Sigh."

"You okay Lucy?" Lincoln asked as their group went inside the room playing Godzilla, almost a full house. Lincoln quickly scanned the seating arrangement, noting eight seats were available in scattered succession, the second row the most with three, several ones and a single two-seat spot available in the top center row. He ran back out to Lucy.

"I hope there's fangs and blood," Lucy announced dryly, her head still slightly turned in the direction of the movie door. Lincoln looked around, noticing she was looking towards the Princess Pony sign, and that he and Lucy were the last visible ones still out in the lobby.

"Isn't the movie sold out and packed?"

"I could stand in the corner, that's no problem. Oh well. Sigh…"

"Lucy…quick, RUN!"

"What?"

"I'm gonna distract the ticket processor. GO!"

"Thanks Lincoln! I owe you one!"Lucy said, giving Lincoln a quick hug before blending into the surroundings in her dark clothing, her hair still blocking her eyes. Lincoln saw the teen procession guy see a blur move around.

"Hey, wait a minute!" he yelled out. Lincoln quickly pulled out two quarters and threw one towards the teen's shoes.

"Oh, cool, a quarter."

As he picked it up, Lincoln in unrivaled skill flicked the other quarter into the snack stand area, it landing in the popcorn machine, causing it to go out of control. The awkward teen saw the popcorn machine violently spraying out popcorn all over the place.

"MARK! DID YOU OVERSTUFF THE POPCORN MACHINE AGAIN!"The teen said in a shrill, cracked voice as he ran to the snack stands.

"Whoops!" Lincoln whispered before tiptoeing back to the hallway with his group.

As he entered in and saw nearly all the seats taken, save for three towards the front with Lana, Lynn and Lily sitting next to each other, and only a couple of seats scattered randomly about, he squinted, the lights now dimming a bit darker, preparing for the previews. He took aim for the back center row. Looking around, he suddenly noticed that Luna wasn't there…or anywhere sitting. He waited a couple minutes as the first trailer started, a teaser for Avatar 3. Still looking towards the entrance hallway to the corner, still no sight of Luna.

Lincoln decided to tuck his jacket in his seat so no one else would take it, and fake a mess of jujubes all over the seat next to him as Luna's seat, since no other seats were double-available.

"Hey, Lynn, Lana. Where's Luna?"

"She said something about getting some air, then going to the bathroom," Lynn said, her and Lana trying to calm down Lily for the movie, her still in jittery-excitement mode. "She suddenly looked all hot and sweaty like she ran a mile. I asked what was up, and she said she was fine, just needed to cool down. Don't know why; it's like fiftey degrees outside. Too friggin cold for me!"

"How long ago was that?" Lincoln asked.

"I dunno," Lynn replied.

"Since the previews started?" Lana guessed.

"So…seven minutes ago?" Lincoln asked openly.

"I guess. She'll be back soon. Line probably got really long for the snack bar and women's bathrooms."

Lincoln was with Lucy those extra few seconds before everyone else went to their respective movies. Surely he thought he would have seen her leave the other direction. But, thinking back to the quarter and the popcorn machine, he thought, "Double whoops; might have delayed Luna a bit there with all that commotion."

"We got jujubes, rolos, white lindor truffle chocolates and vanilla power bars if you want any Lincoln," Lana waived them out, half of the candy already stuffed in her mouth. Suddenly the lights dimmed really dark, the theater near pitch-black.

"OOOOO! IT'S STARTING!" Lynn hissed quietly yet excitedly, Lily punching the air hard like a miniature version of Lincoln.

"Well…I'll just get back to my seat then. If Luna comes in, let her know I got her one next to me up in the back, kay?"

"Got it," Lynn replied. "Hey, got a spare Pibb?"

"Didn't you bring a soda?"

"Hogzilla over there drank hers and mine down already!"

"What can I say…I was thirsty!" Lana replied with a cheeky smile. On the movie screen, black silhouettes of the giant monsters roared over in the titles, followed by the increasing size and frenetic pace of giant monster music.

"Here," Lincoln said, not realizing he was carrying a Pibb with him he whole time in his hand, handing it over to Lynn.

"I only got two more; make this last between the two of you."

"What about Lily?" Lynn asked.

"Lily was smart enough to sneak in a carton of milk," Lincoln quietly said, Lily quickly pulling three cartons of chocolate milk out, before quickly shoving them in her large coat pocket.

"Three? That a girl," Lincoln said with pride, Lily giving a thumbs up while one-hundred percent focused on the screen.

He looked around the theater again, now being able to see Lisa working silently on her cellphone with her headphones on, distracting herself from the movie, though she did give occasional glances to the screen, semi-curious to the major movements going on.

Lincoln walked back up to his seat, a trifle concerned about Luna, yet at the same time getting absolutely absorbed in the plot as it went. The plot followed a sort of political backlash from the US government to the agency, Monarch, in charge of the Godzilla/Muto battles two years prior, now in serious trouble. There was also the delightful surprise reveal that the character that was played by Bryan Cranston, was still alive. Lincoln was enjoyably floored by this, feeling he was the emotional ground of the first movie, taken out way too early. It turned out the declaration of the character's death, including him being zipped up in a body bag in front of his soldier son played by Aaron Taylor Johnson was a premature move from the Navy medical staff; it only looked like he succumbed to his injuries, when in fact he went into a temporary state of coma before the medical staff realized their blunder, only at the last second after his son left the ship that they could conceivably revive him.

"That's a bit…contrived, but, why not," Lincoln thought, thinking the reason was flawed but still glad to see this guy back, hopefully which he'd be paired with the Ken Watanabe character and they could be a science team discovering and fighting Godzilla and the other giant monsters soon to come.

Twenty-five minutes in, human exposition and semi-drama continued on, and Lincoln could still not see Luna in the theater room.

"This is unbelievable. She's missing the movie. Where is she?"

Another inspection of the audience; no rocker girl around, and the Pibb he was drinking seemed to go right threw him.

"Great. Now I gotta pee!"

Lincoln headed down the elongated, barely lit stairs, letting know Lynn, Lana and Lily he's going to the restroom and to check up on Luna.

"Kay. Don't fall in," Lynn quibbled.

Lincoln exited out, the warm, low yellow light making things a bit blurry. He hurried towards the men's bathroom, all the urinals filled with a line to them.

"OH GEEZ! Since when did men's restrooms start having lines?"

He saw a stall open and unoccupied. Rushing in, he released the stress in his bladder, feeling a huge burden drain from him. Then he saw the horrendous black marker art etched all over the corner stalls.

"Why would anyone leave their phone number in a bathroom stall. And why would they write so much horrific junk up here. It's so vile; Assholes."

"LINCOLN!" A familiar voice yelled out.

"DAD!?"

"I heard that bud. You know the deal…that'll be one dollar," Lynn Sr said, apparently using the urinal. Lincoln got done and left, seeing his dad give a "I heard you" look.

"Sorry Dad…here," Lincoln said, handing his Dad the dollar bill. He took it, then looked inside the stall Lincoln was just in.

"Although you are right, whoever wrote this stuff are real assholes."

Lincoln was shocked to hear his dad talk like that, before Lynn Sr pulled out his wallet.

"Whoa, well…here's five bucks. Don't tell your mom, kay bud."

Lincoln inspected the five. "You got it dad. How's the movie by the way?"

"Let's just say it's as messed up as Luan and I thought. They really chastised politics, and it's not even ten minutes in. Gotta go bud. And Lincoln?"

"Yeah Dad?"

"I'm proud of you kiddo. I don't get the chance to tell you often, what with your nine other sisters, one already on her own, but keep it up. You're a good, hard worker and determined. And you got a good heart. That's the iron will this family's known for. You make me proud son," Lynn Sr said, him and Lincoln washing their hands and wiping their hands dry.

"Thanks dad. That means a lot," Lincoln said while Lynn Sr gave Lincoln a quick neck hug.

"Alright, gotta go bud! Call me or your mom if you need anything"

"Will do!"

Lincoln saw his dad hightail it towards the back where he and Luan were watching to movie. He doubled-down on trying to locate Luna, who seemed to have disappeared from everywhere now. Holding his movie ticket in his pocket so the awkward teen wouldn't think he was sneaking in, he looked around the theater hallways.

No Luna.

Exiting the area he noticed the theater looking unusually bare, as though everyone except two employees behind the snack bar cleaning all the popcorn off the counters still, had left in a hurry.

No Luna at the snack bar area.

Lincoln then checked the arcade, getting a quick glance at the various pinball and air-hockey games. No Luna, but he did find an arcade version of an old Nintendo 64 videogame, Perfect Dark, he was itching to try with Lynn, something he could finally beat her at.

He next left the building momentarily, looking around the parking lot. It was dark out and raining now, lights lit up, heavy traffic going on down towards the mall plaza, horns and emergency sirens blaring in the distance. He looked towards the family van. No Luna.

"Where the heck did she go!?" Lincoln asked, now getting a bad feeling in his gut forming.

He looked all around, checking every nook and cranny of the outside theater complex, then back inside, his body almost soggy from a surprise heavy downpour.

"Oh great! These shoes have a hole in them too. Luna Loud, you're gonna owe me fifteen bucks and new socks if these seep in water. Aww well, at least I'll finally get to throw these away and put my new ones on."

His shoes were now squeaking, water dripping off his soaked white hair, the cowlick now flattened, shirt and jeans sucked into and wrapped around his frame.

"Well, that's it. She owes me. My feet are soaked now. Hello prune-town."

It surprised Lincoln how it seemed nobody was around really, like the theater was just abandoned, save for the nice security officers he met patrolling the premises.

He suddenly heard a low moan out the corner of his left ear.

"Whoa…what the-?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, ceasing all movement to try and gage where that sound came from. Turning left he saw the opening to the women's bathroom.

"OH DANG IT! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF YELLING OUT TO SEE IF SHE WAS IN THERE THE WHOLE TIME!?" Lincoln yelled furiously at himself in his head.

"Luna, are you in there?"

No response.

"Come on Luna! Lynn said you needed air. I just spent twenty minutes combing this whole area for you."

Still no response.

"Why is she doing this? I mean how someone so loud…pun intended…Luan might want that, could disappear so silently like-"

Another moan, slightly louder and grittier emanated from the women's bathroom again. This caused Lincoln greater concern.

"Hello? Is anyone in the women's bathroom?"

No response.

"Maybe I should…NO, no. That is a really, really bad idea. But… what if Luna's in there? What if something's wrong with Luna and she can't respond…coherently?" Lincoln thought worryingly. He pulled out his cell phone and texted her.

Five minutes went by and nothing, then several grittier, shriller moans echoed out of the bathroom. Now a bit of commotion punctured the somewhat placid acoustics, a jostling hit of something, more of a banging against a stall wall. He noted that the lighting in the bathrooms seemed much dimmer and on low compared to the nauseatingly bright LED's of the men's bathroom. It gave the women's room a twilight-appearance.

"Luna, are you okay?" Lincoln yelled out a little louder, hoping none of the employees around would hear him. They seemed too focused on their duties, the few in the very far distance anyways.

"Crud…well, it's probably going to get me into trouble but something's not rig-"

A louder shriek echoed through the bathroom, now sounding exactly like Luna, followed by the deathly whisper of an incomplete phrase, "Lin….Linc-"

"LUNA!?"

Lincoln, now in extreme fear for his sister, got himself mentally prepared in case he'd need to help or fight to the death someone who might be assaulting his older sister. Running in, he banged in the first set of stalls, getting no response.

"LUNA! LUNA! WHERE ARE YOU?"

In a fit of adrenaline-fueled fear and protective, panicked rage, Lincoln pulled on the door of the last stall; still locked. He pulled as hard as he could on the handle, and within seconds, snapped the metal lock off the bolt, roaring the stall door right open.

"LUNA! LUNA ARE YOU ALRI-"

Lincoln's color simultaneously went pure bright white, then pure royal red at the sight, followed by a complete and utter mental shut-down of his faculties. Luna was pleasuring herself, her headphones on with a loud song blaring, her fingers acting out down there in extreme prejudice, her area totally exposed. Her eyes still closed, she let out a loud moan and she whimpered out.

"OH Lin..Linc – LINCOLN!" She shouted out in pure shock, now seeing Lincoln full view with an utterly mortified and catatonic expression while simultaneous jets of milky-white liquids shot from her, coating the ground and Lincoln's shoes and jeans. Luna's body and legs vibrated with the force of a nuclear bomb, her eyes dead-set on his like a deer's in oncoming headlights.

"Lincoln…"she stuttered, now completely red and sweating gallons, pulling her underwear and pants on as fast as she could. Lincoln just took several steps back, until he just fainted, while inadvertently slipping on this mysterious substance and the rain water still dripping off him, hitting his head hard on the ground.

"LINCOLN!" Luna shouted, running over to him. Luna fell to her knees and pulled him into her lap, trying to wake him up.

"LINCOLN! LINCOLN DAMN IT. WAKE UP!"

Over a minute passed, Luna pleading her brother to wake. She couldn't help but notice Lincoln's new, trimmed waistline was filled with lean abs, the outlines poking through his soaked orange polo shirt, before he finally began to stir. Opening his eyes slowly, his expression blank, he looked up at Luna innocently.

"Luna, what happ-"

"Lincoln bro, you fainted and tripped. Is your head okay dude!?"

"Yeah. Geez my head. I got a little bump, but I'm…HOLY CRUD!" Lincoln shouted loudly, the events minutes ago hitting him again like a nonstop replay button again and again.

"Lincoln I….I'm so, so, so sorry you saw that!"

"Luna…please tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing," Lincoln asked, struggling to scoot away from Luna.

"Uuuuhhhhh…"

"That wasn't what I thought I saw, right?"

"Uh….well…I, uhh," Luna stammered, before both went silent for several long seconds. Lincoln's eyes piercing right down to Luna's soul.

"You were…weren't you."

Luna turned her head away and hung it in shame, giving out a defeated sigh of self hatred, crossing her arms onto her lap while her face glowed red.

"I'm really sorry bro. So…yeah, you saw me ma…mas….maste….masterbat-"

"I know the word," Lincoln said, now trying to pull himself up, only for his arms to slip against a slick substance on the ground, the consistency of milk, even creamier in color.

"Luna….Luna what, what was that!? What is this!?"

"Here, let me help you up Linc," she said, putting her hand out as she got up, her pants and boots now coated in this substance too. As Lincoln grabbed her hand, she suddenly realized it was all over her hands too; Lincoln subsequently felt it on his hand now, his hairs raised up like rockets shooting off to space. Luna felt the full awkward force of Lincoln's forced gulp from this whole situation.

Lincoln took his hand back, staring at it and momentarily mesmerized by the adhesive nature of this substance, still utterly petrified of what just transpired.

"Lincoln, please promise you won't say a word of this," Luna asked, her eyes getting watery as she got both sink's water flowing for them to wash off.

"I…I, I-"

"PLEASE LINCOLN!"She begged, tears now streaming from her eyes, before she covered her face, self-shame and disgust flowing from her usual rock aura.

Lincoln nodded, trying to look away as one of his oldest, strongest sisters, broke down next to him.

"Luna, I…I totally understand. I'm just in, well….shock. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I'm so sorry!"

Luna wiped her eyes, still crying into her arm.

"Luna! I don't think any less of you," Lincoln said, trying to comfort his embarrassed and perturbed sister, wrapping himself around her in a warm hug.

She sniffled in a light chuckle, feeling a little less embarrassed and warmed by Lincoln's sweet action. She looked over to the stall, her IPod on the ground, yet her earphones dropped into the toilet bowl, presumably soaked and ruined by now.

"Damn it."

"I'll buy you a new pair Luna. Promise!"

Luna hiccupped a low smile for him, her face still coated in embarrassed shock as she wiped her smearing purple mascara off, it streaming down with the slowing tears on her face.

"That was probably one of the more effed-up things to happen, to and between us," Luna said in a slight raspy voice, now trying to lighten up the situation, the undercurrent of shame in her tone still.

"Like I promised, this'll stay between us Luna," he said as he washed off the creamy milk-like substance off his hands and arms, Luna power-washing her hands.

"So, yeah…that's what it kind of looks like," Luna said.

"What?"

"What women do, when we're sorta in that mode," Luna replied, looking away again, then into the mirror, indirectly at Lincoln.

"Is…is that why you told Lynn you needed some air?"

"Something like that. I don't know how hard puberty has or will hit you yet Linc, but once it does, those urges…they can take you over completely."

"I uh…kind of know what that's like already," Lincoln whimpered lowly.

"Well…sounds like you're better able to control your urges than I am Lincoln. Caught in a god damn theater bathroom stall tugging hard at my curtains by my own brother; that really takes the cake for most sucky-awkward thing ever.

"Curtains?" Lincoln asked.

"Never mind. But how did you find me?"

"You were gone for a long time. I searched the theater complex, inside and out for twenty minutes, getting soaked by a downpour in the process. I even texted you and didn't get a reply," Lincoln said, a slight crooked frown on his face as he pulled his cell phone and showed it to Luna. She then pulled hers out, messing with it for a moment.

"OH BLOODY TART-SUCKING HELL! I left the god damn thing on silent again."

"Then," Lincoln hesitantly continued, "I heard…moaning."

Luna's red embarrassment rebounded faster than Lynn retaking a basketball from the other team.

"I got scared Luna. I'm sorry. I thought something bad was happening to you."

Luna looked at the bathroom stall door. Lincoln quickly ran in and grabbed her IPod, then delicately unplugged the earphones from them. He subsequently pulled the earphone hookups out of the toilet bowl, wrapping them in paper towels and sticking them into his jean pockets.

"I guess it's a hard lesson in not leaving your phone on vibrate while listening to loud music. I couldn't hear a thing."

As Luna inspected the women's bathroom, seeing all the stall doors blown outwards, she looked closer at the door lock, broken right off.

"Woah bro, you did that?"

"I thought you were in trouble. I kind of lost it and went into full-defense protect mode. Please don't think of me as a perv."

"Lincoln, you're the most caring brother a sister could ever ask for," Luna said warmly, now wrapping herself in a nurturing hug around him, a slight teary chuckle coming from her.

"We…we should get back to the movie. Hopefully we haven't missed too much yet," Lincoln said, returning a squeeze to Luna.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for ruining your movie bro. I'll take you to see it again in a couple of days, my treat?"

"That sounds cool. And I promise I'll keep this hush-hush between you and me."

"Thanks little bro. I can always count on you."

As they were leaving, Luna pulled Lincoln by the arm, just before they left the women's bathroom.

"Luna?"

"Female ejaculate."

"Wh…what?"

"What that was from me…that milky stream…was the woman-equivalent of what men do when they…you know?"

"Oh…OOHHH. Wow, I didn't know women could do…you know?"

"Yeah. Not a lot of women can do that, and most men don't know women can do that. With women though, it's milkier and less thick; makes a bloody mess every time…for me at least."

"That's…interesting."

"Sorry for all that. You asked earlier…thought I owed you some kind of explanation."

"It's…cool Luna."

Both faced each other, somewhat cleanlier yet still marred by the exchange, Lincoln still soaked from the rains, both still semi-drenched in Luna's…fluids. Then they turned away from each other, staring into the ether of oblivion, thoughts blaring in their heads at a million miles a second.

"Come on," Luna said, putting her hands in her pockets and heading for the snack area. Luna ordered, in an uncharacteristically nervous voice, a large Dr. Pepper, the ironic substitute of Lincoln's Dr. Pibb, and a very big bottled water for herself, now seeming extremely exhausted and woozy. Lincoln watched her like a hawk to make sure she was still stable on her feet.

The customer traffic picked up again as they got their drinks and tepidly walked past the arcade; Lincoln eyed one of the pinball machines, one based on an alien invasion of a small farm town called Turnipseed.

"I got a few quarters; want to give it a go?" Luna asked.

"Nah, I'm good, but thank you though, and for the drinks. Dr. Pepper ain't too bad compared to Pibb."

"Lincoln, I really am sorry you saw that, and thought I was in trouble. Those…urges, they strike me sometimes out of nowhere and…and that's no excuse. I'll try and be a little more aware and restrictive."

"Don't worry so much Luna. It's not like you do that every day."

"Uhhh…well,"

"Never mind," Lincoln interjected, trying to redirect the discussion. "Let's just move past that. I think I'm more than mature enough to deal with this fact of reality."

"But Lincoln…I, I peaked all over you and made you faint and hit your head hard," Luna said, putting her blushed face inside her hands.

"Hey, at least it wasn't a moneyshot."

"LINCOLN!?" Luna cracked up in mortified laughter, "Wow! How…I didn't even think you knew what that meant."

"Oh come on Luna, middle school is saturated with that kind of talk. You heard that stuff back then too, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Plus, I heard Luan making a pun out of that once. Didn't quite get the reference until…just minutes ago."

"You're such a good dude bro. I don't want us or public school warping your sweet mind so much."

"You're one to talk," Lincoln retorted back with a smile, Luna giving an awkward smile.

"Too soon?" he asked nervously.

"Nah…just a bit raw though," she said rubbing the back of her head, her and Lincoln turning flush from Luna's unprocessed choice of words.

"NO, Not wha I…ohh dammit. Poor choice of words Linc."

Lincoln checked his watch.

"We got an hour left of the movie. Want to watch the ending monster fight?"

"That'd be rad, but do we have seats in there still?"

"Got that covered," he said enthusiastically, pulling Luna into the theater hallway, then through the doors, the light now disappearing. As they turned the corner, they saw Lynn, Lana and Lily glued to the screen, oblivious to Lincoln and Luna walking up the steps towards them. Lincoln also saw Lisa typing away silently on her cellphone, too distracted and seemingly giving up on the movie to care about the larva Mothra and King Ghidorah duking it out right now. Luna seemed to be keeping her distance away, as though she was trying to quarantine herself from physical proximity to her younger sisters, her arms around her waist.

He pointed Luna to the two center top row seats he had, still left unchecked thanks to his jacket and false jujube mess. She walked over, her eyes towards the ground and steps, not wanting to latch any eye contact to herself

"Hey guys," Lincoln said quietly to Lynn.

"Sshhh…what's up Linc?"

"What'd we miss?'

"What do you mean? Didn't Luna come back awhile ago?" Lynn asked, somewhat curious but still glued to the screen.

Lincoln thought for a moment, thinking they didn't see him or Luna gone for so long or at least since the first half of the movie. Not wanting anyone to find out what happened, he decided upon a white lie.

"I think she ate something that didn't sit well with her earlier. She's been throwing up for a good thirty minutes, but she says she's been feeling better now."

"Really? Luna usually has an iron stomach," Lana opinioned.

"That's you Lana," Lynn said to her.

"Oh…well, Luna's usually tough with any kind of foods. Guess it was something really bad."

"Yeah. So, you got any of that candy left over?" Lincoln asked.

"Just two of these white chocolate lindor truffles, that's it," Lynn said, snatching them from Lana who was about to eat them, Lynn earning a rare pout-face from Lana. Lily just giggled as she drank her last chocolate milk box.

Lincoln thanked them and headed back up to the top row, joining Luna who had brushed the jujubes off the seat.

"Ah man, I was gonna eat those still," Lincoln said, looking down towards Luna's feet, seeing the jujubes spread out all over the sticky popcorn-laden ground.

"Dah, sorry bro. I thought that someone left a mess in this seat."

"That's how I kept the seat. I put the jujubes there, but…no worries, I got-" Lincoln paused, scooting past Luna, stepping on several of the loose jujubes, reaching into his olive-green baggy jacket and pulled out another box of jujubes.

"These," he said quietly and triumphantly. Luna giggled.

"Thanks bro."

"I also got a couple candies from Lynn and Lana. Want one?"

"Sure."

Lincoln handed her a white truffle. Carefully unwrapping it, she ate the small round orb of chocolate, her face gaining a bit of color again.

"Damn…these really rock my world," Luna said a little too loud.

"That good? No wonder Lana gorged on them."

As Luna was being pulled into the events and action of the film, Lincoln inspected the candy, letting it hover below his mouth. A remnant odor still coated his hands and fingers.

"It's still on my hands," he thought nervously, until detecting a faint hint of vanilla crème and coconut almond to the smell. He then opened up the truffle, handling it in his bare hand. He suddenly popped it in his mouth, jiving with the original flavor of the truffle, while now orally detecting those same odors from Luna's stream in taste-form. They were unusually mild and pleasant to Lincoln, mixing well with the truffle, almost enhancing it.

"I'm gonna have some really messed-up nightmares tonight about this, aren't I?" he thought to himself.

9:25 PM.

The ride home was bustling with the chatter of everyone discussing their movies; Lola and Leni gushing over the songs and animated cinematography from Frozen 2 with Rita in agreement. Lynn, Lana, Lily and even Lisa to some extent discussed the Godzilla movie, talking about how cool the fights were and the huge amount of destruction and larger amount of monster time was so cool. Meanwhile Luan and Lynn Sr were still busting their guts over the Mike Judge comedy movie. Lucy was in the back, absolutely silent but with the tiniest of smiles plastered on her face, introspectively giddy about the Princess Pony movie, thinking and recalling all the moments she liked.

Lincoln and Luna however, were silent the whole ride, leaning back into their respective seats, resting themselves and trying to remain as still as possible. Their mental state was that of deer walking through a hunter's field, shifting ever so slightly.

"So, did you like the monster movie Luna," Luan asked, a big smile and chipper attitude in her eyes staring up to Luna.

"It...it was okay," Luna replied sheepishly.

"Just…okay?"

"Yeah…okay."

"You okay sis? You seem, I don't know, like you kind of lost your flow or something," Luan asked, causing Luna to go red through the subtext pun Luan unintentionally placed in the wording of her concern.

"I…I, I was ahh-"

Luna looked up and saw Lincoln quickly imitate a throw-up motion.

"I, I was kind of not feeling well when we got inside. I threw up in the bathroom for the first half of the movie."

"Sweety, you weren't feeling well," Rita asked in motherly concern, reaching her hand onto Luna's head, feeling the radiant heat and sweat still on her forehead.

"Luna, you should have said something. I would have taken you home in an instant," Lynn Sr said, looking at Luna through the rear-view mirror.

"And risk you dragging the whole family out of their movies to go home on account of me? Blimey! No thanks!"

"Sweetie!?" Rita said with a bit more sternness in her concerned voice.

"It's alright. Lincoln was there with me the whole time."

"Lincoln? Is that true?" Lynn Sr asked.

"Uh, yeah, most of the first half dad. The first twenty minutes or so into the movie I wondered what happened to Luna, then went looking around everywhere, and found her eventually," Lincoln elaborated in an incomplete truth, feeling guilty for lying yet feeling a vast, greater need to protect Luna from any fallout or discovery at all costs.

"You really missed half of your movie to stay by Luna's side?" Leni asked, a wide, puppy smile forming on her face. "Oh Linky, that is like, so utterly gentlemen-like and sweet of you to do."

Leni wrapped Lincoln in a bone-crushing hug, Lincoln's spine snapping from the full force. Leni was totally unaware that, even including Luna, Lola and Lynn, she was by far the physically strongest of the siblings, Lincoln included. Her strength seemed inversely proportional to her mental capacities, so the ratio strength level was very high.

"After all you did to get those tickets and not miss seeing this movie?" Lynn questioned, everyone staring down Luna and Lincoln.

Lincoln regained his breath, his lungs nearly crushed by Leni's bearhug.

"Hey, I'd do anything for my sisters, even at the cost of a movie I can make up some other time. Family's first."

"Well I'm glad you took care of Luna when she wasn't feeling well, but next time, just let us know, alright?" Rita asked nicely, not at all angered, more proud of Lincoln's apparent-selfless action.

"Okay mom."

"Son?"

"Yeah dad?"

"What I said earlier? I meant it, now more than ever."

"Thank's dad."

Rita leaned over to ask what Lynn Sr meant, them whispering among themselves. Lincoln then saw him pull his wallet out and give Rita a five dollar bill. Lincoln got a laugh out of that.

9:50 PM

When the family got home, Lincoln and Lucy carried Lola and Lana up to their room, respectively. Leni meanwhile carried Lily to her small bed, putting her to sleep, to which Lisa entered the room next, not looking sleep deprived at all but ready to venture into a deep-night investigation in some impossibly complicated algorithm.

Rita and Lynn Sr passed out on the couch when they walked through the doors, falling asleep on each other, exhausted from the Friday they had. Leni then came back down and hauled them to their room, effortlessly using one arm for each loud parent.

Lynn and Lucy both retreated to their rooms, Lucy still silent but happily contemplative while Lynn was still jolted by how awesome the monster fights were.

Luan happily skipped to her room, Luna following pensively and half-heartedly, lost in thought.

"Hey, you feeling okay sis? I wouldn't want you upchucking on a woodchuck joke. Hehe."

"Oh, uh, yeah Luan. Just a tad tired from earlier. I need some rest."

"I'd lend you my trash can just in case you got sick, but its lime colored, and I don't wanna see you go green, get it?"

Lincoln meanwhile hung in the twin's room, waiting for Luna to enter her room. As she did, he walked nonchalantly to his room, quietly entering and locking his door, seeing the mess he left in the wake of his earlier rushed prep.

Even though Lincoln was taller now, he still managed to economize his room to fit him quite comfortably, still in the mold of a captain's quarters.

He decided to pick up the mess, only taking him several minutes, before he sat down on his bed. His arms crossed on his legs, his body slouched over, his clothes were definitely damp but much drier than earlier. His jacket actually conspired against him and kept the moisture inside the fabric the whole ride home. He was terrified of taking off his shoes and pants, his socks and feet respectively pruned and soaked.

Deciding to brave it out, he closed his eyes and pulled each shoe off one by one, before pulling off with some difficulty the dampened socks that adhered to him.

"I think the socks are still good after a power wash…but these shoes have got to go."

He tossed them in the corner near his trash can, next proceeding in slipping his pants off, the parts of his ankles feeling partly damp and sticky.

"Yeah, it…it definitely soaked threw my lower leg clothing onto my skin. Man that totally sucked for Luna. If I wasn't so damned worried about her, this might not have ever happened."

He prepped himself for a shower, feeling a need to physically and metaphorically cleanse himself and his mind from the evening's events. After the severe degree of happenstances, he left on his night shorts and orange tank top incase he bumped into anyone, not wanting to travel naked in a towel after all that's happened. He threw a towel over his shoulder, brought along his own bar soap, coconut scented, and his own scrub brush.

10:42 PM

Lincoln saw the lights down, one low light in the corner, and everyone presumably asleep by now, or at least resting and content. He walked over to the bathroom.

"Lincoln?" a voice called out from behind him, scaring him half to death.

"LUCY!? Oh good, it's only you. You got to announce yourself better Luc…this is getting ridiculous,"he loudly whispered to a nightgown wearing Lucy, eyes still ever covered by her black, dangling hair.

"I just want to thank you again, for covering me like that."

"At least I wasn't taking the blame. This was easy. The other thing…"

"With Luna? I figured that'd be tough, but knowing you, you're strong."

"You mean me hanging out with her while she was puking her mind out," Lincoln asked. Lucy stood there for several seconds, Lincoln not getting a good read on her.

"Yeah…that. Well good night Lincoln."

"Night Lucy. I'm happy you enjoyed your movie."

"You have no idea how much I did. And I hope you don't have too many nightmares tonight."

This threw Lincoln off momentarily, wishing to clarify what Lucy meant before she shut the door behind her. Letting this thought pass, he hurried over to the bathroom, only for Leni to pop out, a smile wrapped on her face.

"Hey Linky. Like my new Elsa costume?"

She was adorned in a hastily-made but still nice looking, sparkling aqua-purple silk night gown, presumably styled off the Frozen 2 movie her, Lola and their mother saw. The way it clung to Leni's figure didn't help at all in alleviating the bubbling crackpot of Lincoln's hormonally stressed-out, exhausted and confused mind. He cracked his neck in distraction.

"That's quite nice Leni. You make it just now?"

"When I got home; had some spare materials and I loved that villain costume; Evil Elsa, so wicked cool a look. Although,-"Leni paused, a thought crossing her mind, her processing power visibly like the little engine plowing up a near-vertical slope.

"Although what Leni?"

"When I was doing the project, I tripped on literally nothing, like, just air, or maybe some airy-like fabric, or something. Anyway, I was thinking…maybe I really do have two left feet, and I just don't know it," Leni looked down, rubbing the back of her neck and a small frown drooped on her face. Lincoln pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh for Pete's sake! Not this again! That Lola… Leni, come here for a sec."

"Linky, what's up?"

"Stand next to me for a sec? I'm going to wipe this whole "two left feet" business out permanently."

"Right here?"

"No, not in front of me, next to me, then turn around and face the bathroom."

Leni methodically aligned herself next to Lincoln, him adjusting himself to where his right foot aligned with her left foot.

"Okay Leni. Look down and tell me what you see?"

"Well…I'm wearing Coral Blue Number 2 Semi-Gloss toenail polish."

"What else?"

"Uhhh…well, for a boy, you take good care of your feet."

"Ohh, well thank you Leni; kind of a feminine habit I pick up with ten sisters, but not that!"

"Ummmm….we're both barefoot right now? I, I don't know Linky."

"If each foot on your body was pointed left, why is your left pinky toe aligned with mine?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that…oh shoot, hold on," Lincoln uttered under his breath, noticing his screw-up and moving to Leni's right side, now re-aligning his left foot with Leni's right foot.

"Okay, now, if my left pinky toe is aligned with your right pinky toe, what would that mean?"

"I don't follow?"

"Goodness Leni, how did you get into colle-never mind…look Leni. If your right foot was a left foot, wouldn't it be like my left foot?"

"Well, with the right polish, it could-"

"It's not about polish Leni. If your right foot was lefty, your big toe would be next to mine, and is it?"

"No, it's more…center?"

"Yeah, so that would mean…?"

"Oh…Oohh…..OOOHHHH! I get it now!"Leni beamed in pride. "So I don't have two left feet. That was just some saying then, right?"

"Perfectly right Leni. It's just a saying for people who can sometimes be clumsy or awkward."

"Well I am a bit clumsy, so I can handle that. Thanks a thousand billion million Linky," Leni said, picking up Lincoln in a monster bear hug again, much worse than back on the van, cracking every bone in Lincoln's body. He noticed his face was leveled with her rather exposed bust. He tried wiggling himself out, meekly coping out, "you're welcome, let me down please!"

Leni dropped him, his towel, brush and soap thudding hard on the ground as he regained his mental compass and blood flow, actually feeling better than before, even with the lack of feeling in his lower extremities.

"Woah… Leni, that hug of yours could make you a lot of money in Deep Tissue Massage Therapy," Lincoln huffed, putting one of his fists on his chest and placing his free hand over the fist, pressing down and re-aligning his spine to fit the relieved pressure.

"Thanks, but I've already got a good collection of deep tissue pore-cleaning tissue creams. They're to die for!"

"Well that's…what?"

"Well goodnight Linky," Leni said, before heading back to her bedroom.

"Seriously, how did she get accepted into that fashion college?" he asked himself in minor concern, though still riveted by the flexibility imparted on him now.

"Well, at least I can have a shower in pea-"

"That was cute what you did there."

"…peace."

Lincoln turned around and saw Luna in her long night shirt, the skull still white as ever, her looking down with a smile on her face, though her expression hiding obvious concern on it.

"Auhh, hi Luna. What's up?"

"Lori and I tried to teach Leni something like arms and feet a long time ago…"Luna paused, looking over Lincoln's head, a memory crossing her mind presumably.

"It did not end well."

Lincoln laughed. Only Leni could take the mildest and easiest of lessons and have it turn into the equivalent of a 10.5 earthquake.

"I guess I shouldn't ask then. Well, do you need to use the bathroom Luna? Cause I was about to take a shower," Lincoln asked, before Luna seemed to have pulled a towel herself from out of sight.

"Oh…well, ladies first then. I'll wait."

"No. I can shower in the morning. I'm really tired, and you deserve it bro."

"You sure sis?"

"Imperially," Luna said with a stereotypically-sounding elitist British accent, her smiling big like her usual rocker self, Lincoln getting a real kick out of it.

"Then my fair lady, we will adjudicate this proceeding and pursue our present, respective tasks," Lincoln said with his best elitist British accent, pretty good but not on par with Luna's or Lily's Brit impressions.

"Good try bro."

"Thanks. Well…have a good night Lu-"

"Lincoln?" Luna asked, her voice far less chipper now, suddenly more low, serious and damp.

"Ye…yeah Luna?"

"I…I, I really am sorry about earlier," Luna said, this cloudy, gloomy aura and vibe from much earlier starting to circulate around her again.

"Come on Luna? We all make mistakes. It was just a-"

"No. Lincoln, I…I messed up. I really, really messed up, and I think I really messed you," Luna said, her voice now quaking, on the verge of tears again. Lincoln's heart broke seeing his sister punish herself so emotionally and intensely. He walked over vigorously and wrapped himself around her with a big hug, pulling her in to try and alleviate the shaking, him having to look up to her since she was still five inches taller than him.

"If anyone messed up Luna, it's me. I'm the one who went looking for you. I'm the one that barged in on you like that. You've got nothing to be sorry for, at all. Understand me," he said, cuffing her chin into his hands, looking deep into her red eyes, her barely controlling her tears.

"Lincoln, I-"

"Understand me?" he repeated, still softly but with more force in it this time. Luna just wiped her eyes and hiccupped, "Okay bro, I understand you."

"Cool. Now, let's just try and put this behind us. We got Halloween to look forward too, right?"

"Yeah, that's gonna be wicked," Luna replied, feeling the gloomy aura starting to leave her.

"Wicked. So do you need to use the bathroom at all? Cause I got a feeling another sister is about to either bomb-rush me or take the bathroom away."

"Nah bro," Luna said with her more normal voice again, "I'm good. Just…do me a favor."

"What's that?"

Luna pointed to the shower, and with a slight chuckle in a low, water-laden voice still, said, "Don't do anything I would, okay?"

Lincoln hid his smile under his hand, trying to hold back a laugh as hard as he could.

"Its okay, let it out," Luna said with a slight grin.

"What and how?" Lincoln said, both now laughing really hard in their hands at the implicit meaning, the tears in Luna's eyes being ten percent left over's from her fragile state, the other ninety percent from trying to control her laughter.

"Oh God I needed that," Luna said.

"Luan always said a good laugh could take the edge off. Well, goodnight Luna."

"Goodnight little bro."

As Lincoln closed the bathroom door, a happy smile engulfed his face, hope for the future of this awkward happenstance to be slowly pushed back in his mind into his most awkward life experience. A thought crossed his mind that hadn't really processed for him before. As he prepped the shower, a nagging, recurring memory of the acoustic sounds of the bathroom started plaguing his thoughts, just before it all went down. He jumped in the shower, turning the water to full-blast hot, quickly steaming the bathroom.

"I know I heard Luna making those…sounds…but, what else did I hear? I know it was something important!"

He washed his hair with Leni and Lola's shared shampoo, choosing his hair in logical order before his body upon recommendation from Lisa, one of the few recommendations from her that didn't cause Lincoln any short term realignment or color-change.

"Luna didn't know I or anyone else was around. Her headphones were on full blast apparently, so why did I barge into the women's bathroom like that?"

As he started cleaning his body, he pieced the sequence of events in their order, including what he could remember seeing and hearing.

"Low bathroom lights…stall wall banging, well that one's obvious, but what was the straw?"

He played the memory just before, over and over, trying to pick up a detail.

"I was gonna leave, then I thought I heard her weakly calling out parts of my name, then I panicked, and…."

Suddenly a thought rocked his mind like Luna rocking her guitar amplified that one time she was pissed off at him years ago. This thought nearly tripped him over, his mouth slowly hanging down.

"She was calling out something…somebody. It sounded like she was calling my n…but she didn't know I or anyone else was around."

Suddenly the conclusion sucker punched Lincoln square in the jaw.

"WAIT! She couldn't have been…?" Lincoln said, his voice getting more restricted, starting to physically tremble from this unfortunate but logical sequence of deductions of the events, screwed-up as they may be.

"She was….in the….while calling out…my n, na, nam-"

Lincoln suddenly and involuntarily slapped himself hard in the face, causing him to almost slip again.

"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF LOUD!" he roared at himself as loud as he could internally.

"Come on Lincoln, THINK! This is Luna we're talking about, your sister! The first that ever carried me when I was a baby! This, this is insane. This is crazy!"

Lincoln tried contemplating other words or names that would fit the "Lin" and "Linc" syllables he recalled hearing, trying now to utterly delude himself into a false sense of illogical yet comfortable mental being.

"There is absolutely, positively, undeniably no way in a flying circus from hell she'd be fantasizing like that about mmm….mmmeehhhh….meeeeeehhh…"

Suddenly Lincoln felt his groin area, the site of his second brain, beginning to activate.

"Oh no. HEY! You better not even THINK ABOUT THAT! So help me I will rip you right the eff off and make this a ten-sister family again!"

Earlier, after Lincoln closed the bathroom door for his shower, Luna slowly walked over to her bedroom door, cracking her toes against the red rug as she tried humming a song she was messing with in her head, no lyrics but just the melody part.

She got in, her eyes were still slightly red, no tears streaming but discernible streaks on her face she hadn't properly wiped off yet.

Luan was curled in her bottom bunk of their shared bunk bed, reading a comedy text specializing on the history of slapstick and physical humor, much in the same tradition of Charlie Chaplin and silent film style entertainment. Their shared bunk bed was one of the few last remaining vestigial parts of the house from several years ago. Luna climbed up the top bunk, seemingly restless and drained.

Luan looked out the corner of her eye, getting a moment's glance of Luna's still vulnerable and streaked face.

"You okay sis? What's up, besides you?" Luan genuinely asked out of concern, the pun there out of force of habit.

"I'm just really, really tired. Tonight's been really stressful for me."

"You wanna rap about it? I know you like rock, but you seem to be stuck on a bad roll," Luan said, slightly laughing to herself, Luna looking down from above towards her and giving a little smile.

"Nah. Need some bloody rest and relaxation. Gotta get my mind straight again."

"Yeah, you don't want to curb your enthusiasm."

"I don't know. Maybe I do, or at least curb it back to a better state."

Luan giggled again, before looking up now at Luna, who seemed not like someone who was sick earlier, at least not physically, but, as Luan could best determine…emotionally. She could get a read on hundreds in a crowd during her routines; living with the rocker Luna was a good solid intro to that skill, and she felt she really needed to focus her reading skills on Luna in case something was seriously wrong. Looking up at Luna, who was staring blankly off at the wall, no headphones, no music, no singing, her cheeks slightly marred by streaks, like…tears. All of this subtly cryptic-sounding stuff from Luna, add to the appearance of her emotional state…something was up with her older sister.

"Luna? Hey, if you're not feeling well, I could hang out with you up there?"

"It's okay Luan. I'm good."

"Sorry Luna, but I don't think so. Something tells me you're way off your chord right now."

Luna looked at Luan for a sec, then towards their window.

"I said I'm fine Luan," Luna said with a slightly more annoyed, tired tone.

"I ain't taking no for an answer sis. Talk with me or, you know what's up."

"Try me. I'm too tired to care."

"Alright! You asked for it," Luan announced, getting out of her covers, climbing up the bunk bed, feet still on hers while grasping onto Luna's wood frame bunk, now able to talk directly to Luna. Luna now had a smirk, almost egging her on, yet still wishing Luan would let her be right now to ruminate.

"What did Al Gore play on his guitar? An algorithm!"

No response from a stoic Luna.

"What's the difference between a guitar and a tuna fish? You can tune a guitar but you can't tuna fish."

"Booo," Luna mouthed slowly.

"Did you hear about the farmer who played guitar out in his cornfield? It was music to his ears."

"That was horrible!"

"What do you call a cow that plays guitar? A moo-sician."

"That one was so bad I think you gave me cancer!"

"How do you get a million dollars? Start off with 2 million and try to make a living playing the guitar."

"You're not gonna break me Luan. Stop trying to ruin guitars for me!"

"A man says to a woman "Girl I can play you just like my guitar," then the woman says "I'd rather have you play me like a harmonica."

Luna honestly laughed at that last one, covering her face in her pillow.

"There's my window," Luan said loudly, pulling herself up as fast as she could into Luna's bed. Luna wiggled, trying to get away from Luan.

"I'll give you one last chance Luna. Spill your mind, or else!"

"BLOODY HELL, BACK OFF LUAN! YOU AIN'T MAKING ME TALK ABOUT NOTHIN!"

"Alright, I tried to be the nice one," Luan giggled evilly, before pulling out a feather and jumping onto Luna, Luan locking her legs against the underside of Luna's bunk, using her toes as anchors along the sides. Luan's impossible bust pressed against Luna's, winning the battle of push and pull.

"You'd be surprised by the strength conditioning involved with some of my routines," Luan slyly said, using her right arm to hold back Luna's two flailing ones, noticing her older sister seemed rather weak, not physically, but mentally, usually always able to best Luan in a tickle battle like this.

"I'm warning you Luan. I'll find every clown costume of yours and dye them purple!"

Luna's threat fell on deaf ears as Luan pulled the covers and purple shirt off Luna's abdomen and started brushing the feather on her stomach.

"No, NO..HHAAAHAHHA NNOOO DAMN IT! HHAAA HAAAA."

"Talk Luna! How come you're so out of it right now!? Where's your headphones!? Why does it look like you've been crying!? And how come you didn't tell anyone else except Lincoln you were sick!?"

"LUAN! STOP, HHAAA AHAAHHHA HAAAHAA, STOP PLEASE, NOW!"

"Is Lincoln involved in any of this? He was the only one with you. What's he know!?"

"I, I SWEAR, HHHAAAA, HAAA, I'M GONNNA GET- HAAAAA- YOU FOR THIS LUA-AHHHAHHAHH!"

"Do I need to go talk to Lincoln about this Luna!?"

"Lincoln!" Luna said, now fully unhinged, unmitigated in pure petrified shock and fear for him being thrown under the bus should Luan snoop around and this get word out to the rest of the family. Luna was set off like a dormant volcano; a sleeping giant, woken up.

"NOOO!"She roared louder than a thunder blast, a swirling torrent of adrenaline rocking Luna's body, causing her to push back against Luan's locked frame, ignoring the feather that seconds ago humbled and weakened her to blithering comicalness. She grabbed Luan's arms forcibly and flipped Luan on her back, rage and tears in Luna's eyes, the salty lamentations getting all over Luan who was now legitimately terrified of the switch that just occurred in her older sister.

"I WON'T LET LINCOLN GET HURT! I CAN'T! IT'S MY FAULT! I MESSED UP! ME! I'M THE MESSED-UP ONE! I'M THE MONSTER!" Luna shouted in job-like lamentations, before seeing Luan lax her arms, staying still and terrified, tears forming in her eyes.

Luna saw the fear in Luan's face.

"W…what am I doing!?" She weakly cried out in a croaked, self-loathing version of the former glory that was her rocker voice. She let go of Luan's arms and slipped off of her, Luna's eyes and face red, tears streaming down one by one uncontrollably, her body shaking violently.

"I…I'm sorry," Luna whispered, before rolling inwards into a ball, grabbing a pillow and crying her eyes out in it, Luan now crying herself seeing Luna in the state she was in.

"Luna I'm sorry!" Luan said with a slight choke, tepidly wrapping herself around Luna as she convulsed into several more sobs.

"Come on sis. Let it all out. I'm here," Luan said in a trembling yet reassuring tone. Luna was like this for several more minutes before she managed to get a hold of herself, Luan holding her the entire time.

She looked up to Luan, her face and freckles splotched with red spots, her whole body red, sweaty, tear-covered and boiling hot.

"Please…Luan…I don't want to get Lincoln into trouble."

"It's alright Luna. I'm here, your little sister. We've been together since the day I was born."

"Yea…yeah," Luna hiccupped harshly.

"We can hide under the covers and talk like we did when we were little. How about that?"

Luna sniffled, rubbing her face with her bed sheets before nodding." Okay…but not these sheets."

"Alright, mine then," Luan said with a forced smile on her face, inching down off the top bunk as Luna slowly let her body slip off the side onto the ground. Luan got under her covers, bringing a flashlight with her. Luna made sure the door was locked to the fullest capacity. Luna then subsequently joined Luan.

They both sat criss-crossed, Luan looking directly at her with a renewed, nurturing smile, the tears almost gone from her eyes, while Luna stared at her legs.

"Actually…I need some air. I'm going to pull the covers off," Luna weakly said.

"It's cool."

"Thanks."

Both in bed, Luan's bottom bunk, now only their legs covered. Luna finally got her breathing and mental state wrestled down.

"So, uuhmm, I don't suppose you wanna rap about all…this, now?"

"I don't think I got the stomach to tell you. If I did, you'd probably think I was a bloody lying Git."

"You're not a liar Luna. You're not the type. You can bottle it up, not talk about it, like all rock stars, musicians and comedians. But lying is not one of your skill sets."

Luna looked towards the window, remembering when she was little, the first day she looked outside of it.

"If I tell you what happened, you gotta swear, on my and your life you won't tell another soul about this," Luna implored to Luan, the latter looking shocked and troubled by what caused Luna so much turmoil.

"That depends Luna. Is this a life-threatening situation involving crime, drugs, or…murder?"

"No, nothing like that?"

"Or rape?" Luan asked hesitantly.

"No. I might be an anglophile, but it's not any of that."

"Good. Then you have my promise as your closest sister I will not tell another soul about…whatever it is you're about to tell me."

"Not even Lincoln? He's promised me too."

"Not even him, though both of us knowing means we won't have that much to hide."

"It's…complicated," Luna ended on an overly broad generalization.

"Try me."

"Well… remember when I said I was sick for the first half of the Godzilla movie?"

"Yeah?"

"Well…I wasn't sick."

"Uhm, okay. What was up then Luna?"

"I don't know, but for some reason I had this…this uncontrollable urge-"

"Urge for what?"

Luna put her middle and index finger together, her thumb placed under them, and made a twirling motion. Luan looked dumbfounded.

"I don't follow."

"My body was wanting something…nice Luan."

"I still don't fol-"

"I GOT HORNEY, ALRIGHT!?"

Luan thought for a moment, before her face blushed.

"Oh….OOOOOHHHHH. Well, we all get like that sometimes. I sure ain't an angel."

"The problem is that it's been happening to me like crazy lately, at the weirdest times. My anxiety and sweating goes up…I get lightheaded…it sucks!"

"That's different, but not entirely strange. A lot of people probably get stressed out when they get that itch. But, I'm still not getting how Lincoln's involved in this."

"I'm getting there. So, I make sure Lynn watches Lily and bail to the bathrooms to try and get the kick out quick; problem is that there's a bunch of commotion going on by the snack bar, and people are just bolting back and forth. I hear someone did something to a popcorn machine, so I gotta wait it out, and twenty minutes goes by before everything dies down. Those twenty minutes really sucked."

"I can imagine. We hardly get any privacy here at the house," Luan pointed out.

"So, my body's going out of whack, until I check around and see hardly anyone around. I turn the lights down and use the stall in the very back, rock an awesome tune, and…go at it."

"Yeah, you…you can leave the details out please," Luan said with a minor blush.

"I gotta point out though I had my headphones on, and for some STUPID reason I had my cell phone on silent, so I couldn't hear anything. I got into the zone, too locked into the zone. Problem was, I was gone for too long, and-"

"And what Luna?"

"…And being the conscientious, protective little bro he is, Lincoln went looking for me, for like fifteen or twenty minutes…what he told me, why he was soaked from the rain outside."

"Lincoln's always been like that Luna…wait? Luna, where's this leading to?"

"When I was getting close to my end, I started inadvertently moaning, softly at first…then loudly-"

"Luna!?"

"-and that's when Lincoln heard me. I'm guessing he was calling out for me, and when I didn't respond cause I had on my god damn headphones with the volume up loud…and the moaning, I'm guessing he thought I was in trouble…serious trouble, since I didn't answer when he texted or called, or one of the two."

Luan's eyes were gradually widening, her mouth shut close as though starting to get a gage for where this was going to end. Luna looked down to her legs, keeping her eyes directly away from Luan's from this point onwards.

"He loses his gourd and panics, going through each girl stall, thinking I'm in serious trouble-"

"…no," Luan utters, things starting to get less opaque.

"And then, he pried off the lock and ripped open the door…my stall-"

Luan gasped, her face contorted in shear bewilderment, her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide like an owl's.

"…he sees me motioning my curtains as I hit climax, right in front of him, before my climax fluid splurged out, some onto me…but mostly hitting him on his shoes and pants."

Luna nervously moved her head to look at Luan, who now looked like she saw a ghost, the black in her iris completely gone.

"I…I didn't even realize he was there until the milk was coming out. He locks down, faints and slips on that stuff, knocking himself out in the process, and here I am now trying to make sure he's not hurt. That's about what happened Luan."

Luan just stared into open space, bright red with that mortified, black-less iris in her eye and at a complete lost for words, before coughing for a moment.

"…holy sweet fucking jesus christ Luna," Luan's voice weakly cracked under the triage of profanity uncommon for her. Luna covered her face again.

"He didn't get hurt from the fall, but….Luan, it was the worst, most awkward and embarrassing thing to happen."

Luan proceeded to crack her neck in multiple places, trying to gage her thoughts and come up with something reassuring to her older sister. But for the first time ever, she was at a loss for words. Words couldn't describe or make less how uncomfortable this made Luan feel, even more so for Luna. Luan gave a crack at it.

"Luna, I'm sure worst things have happened. Take it from a comedi-"

"DO YOU NOT GET IT LUAN!? HE SAW ME JERKING OFF! AND IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH, I JIZZED ALL OVER HIM, MY OWN BROTHER! I FUCKING CUMMED ALL OVER LINCOLN! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE FUCKING MORE WORSE OR AWKWARD THAN THAT!?" Luna roared over to Luan, before Luan rocketed over to Luna and covered her mouth, extreme fear in her eyes. Luan told Luna to shush down. Luna nodded.

"...Sorry."

"Okay….okay. Wow, that has got to be one of the most messed up things I've ever heard. No wonder you've been a total wreck the last few hours."

"I'm sorry Luan. I'm sorry for jumping your ass like that…now and earlier. My mind is royally screwed up right now, and I'm having some serious trouble dealing with it."

"You…you got me Luna. But if I can ask…how…how's Lincoln taking this?"

"He's got a hell of a lot more maturity and spine about this then I do. He's been the one trying to reassure me that everything's okay between us. He of all people took the blame for the situation."

"Well, he's got a point Luna. If he hadn't barged in like that, then-"

"But he thought I was in trouble Luan, like…hurt really badly, and I was calling out, moaning in pain. And he wasn't expecting his sister to be cranking it in the bathroom of a god damn movie theater, all because I got the shakes from a fucking ridiculous libido. The way the situation looked, I would have done the same thing in his wet, soaked shoes."

"Well you know Luna, that just means you probably got low blood pressure and a healthy prostate. That's probably why you sleep really well at night."

"You been doing searchs on our computer again Luan?" Luna cocked an inquisitive expression to Luan, the comedian giving a slight blush.

"What? You're not the only older Loud in this house with…needs."

"Well, either way, this really sucks. Lincoln's going through some serious puberty right now, and I don't want this messing with him now. He doesn't need that kind of stress. He's an awesome guy, and most of all…I don't want him getting into trouble."

"Don't worry Luna. I'm not gonna tell anyone. Just be less hard on yourself….damn it, poor choice of words."

"It's okay. It's just gonna be real awkward with me and Lincoln for a while. I'm not looking forward to that. I don't wanna lose him."

"You're not Luna. Take it from me; of all of us, Lincoln's the closest to you. You're the first to hold him as a baby, as dad and mom told me anyways."

"Ye…yeah, I still remember that."

"And you're still gonna be a part of Lincoln's life, even with this monkey wrench. So yeah, the first few weeks or so are gonna suck something fierce with Lincoln, what happened at the theaters being the first thing you think of when seeing or hanging out with him, and he'll probably have that issue too. Over time, it'll be a second thought, and eventually, it'll wither away into a distant thought."

"I sure hope so Luan."

"Time…and in this case, what I think you seriously need, laughs, will heal these embarrassing wounds."

"God did I ever luck out with a sis like you," Luna said, reaching over and giving Luan a snug hug, a smile on her face, the other Loud sister returning one back.

"So, you don't think any less of me?"

"Heck no! You're my sister; I've always got your back."

"Thanks Luan. I just hope Lincoln g-"

"Lincoln sounds like he's taking this like a champ. Luna, come on! Even if you are an adult, you could learn something from that teen."

"Yeah…though it still sucks he had to learn several things at once under those circumstances though. It's like his mind just…failed, failed to understand what was happening to him."

"Well, you know what they say Luna?"

"What?"

"A little childhood trauma builds character."

"I'd find that funny under normal circumstances, but…ah screw it, that was funny," Luna decided, now laughing with Luan while both looked up at their clock, Luan then looking at her comedy watch on her wrist.

"Geez Louise, look at the time! We need to get some sleep!" Luan opinioned, Luna nodding in agreement.

"Luan…thank you."

"What are sisters for, just practical jokes? I'm still pulling that one on you though?"

"Is it the nine hidden alarm clocks going off at different times of the night again?" Luna asked, now getting a wicked troll grin from Luan.

"…maybe, maybe not. Stay on your toes."

"You're the devil Luan."

"I'm the Saint and Sinner of Comedy; it's what I do."

"I sure ain't lookin forward to it, sinner," Luna said with a smile plastered on her face as she climbed back into her top bunk bed, getting curled up and comfy. Luan clapped her hands four times, causing the lights to go down, four purple night lights glowing near the molding along the floor.

"Goodnight Luan."

"Goodnight Luna," Luan weakly said, sleep and groggy eyes slowly taking over her. Luna was slow to sleep, letting her mind further ferment and accept her situation.

Ten minutes passed, Luan slowly beginning to daze into half-aware sleep, the other half conscious to thinking of a passing joke. Meanwhile Luna's eyes were getting heavier, her thoughts…less private, edited and restricted.

"Luan…Luan, are you still awake?"

Luan seemingly mumbled, but it sounded like she was out of it, now drifting into the state just aware one's surroundings by only one percent, on the cusp of deep sleep.

"Good. I'd rather say this thought out loud only if you're sleeping."

Luna rolled from her side to her back, gently looking up to the ceiling.

"I keep thinking back to the theater Luan…what I was thinking about during my manic curtaining…so to speak."

Luna rubbed any vestigial tear streaks of her freckled face. Luan was gurgling something unintelligible.

"I wasn't quite near the finish line, not for the first long while. It took some serious buildup, but it just wasn't doing it for me. It never really amounts to much…unless I think about him."

Luan seemed semi-aware of Luna talking, the words blurring in her head, only getting the faintest of the semantic sequences Luna uttered.

"It seems like the only way I have a really good experience…the only way I climax that hard from a fantasy, that intensely, like, way way above cloud nine, like I'm rocking on a galaxy, flying through the universe…was when I thought who was doing that to me…"

She paused, now feeling the deep sleep beginning to take her, all inhibitions or filters down.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…its Lincoln."

Luan was starting to enter deep sleep when she heard this phrase past through her mind so slyly, effortlessly and innocently."

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

Her brain processed the sentence again.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

And again.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

…and again, this time adding the fact it was Luna's voice.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

…and again, now factoring all the broad, low totality of the narrative Luan vaguely heard before this sentence.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

Her eyes opened slowly, allowing her brain to fully process the significance of this sentence in its fullest form.

"…when I feel like, in a spiritual sort of way…it's Lincoln."

Luan's eye's bugged out, her heart skipping a beat, almost like she was struck by a lightning bolt of realization.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard," she lowly whispered to herself, now fully awake.

Luan slowly crept up the side of the bunk, looking straight at Luna's gradually closing eyes, oblivious to Luan slowly getting closer to whisper to her.

Luan tapped on Luna's shoulder several times, Luna turning over to see Luan's eye's and face; now locked in extreme concern. Luna half-opened her eyes to focus on her.

"What?"

"Did…did you just say…you were thinking about him…before, he found you?"

Luna's eyes went white, her face morbidly white, and her body tensed and gridded into her bed sheets and covers. The seismic shock of this monstrous reveal about her business sending ripples in both the sibling's spines.

"Luna…were you…masturbating to Lincoln in the bathroom?"

It was all out now. The realized truth. The one cloaked fact that seemed to put new bearings and context onto the whole ordeal. Luna gasped, now shaking, utterly helpless and terrified as to what Luan was going to do or say.

Luan threw herself out of her bed and wrapped her hands around her head, rubbing her hair in a dazed and manic fashion. She looked up to the seizing Luna.

"This…this adds…a whole new level to this situation," she heaved out, now trying to regain her composure and control of the situation. She made one quick inhale and exhaust, before climbing up to the quivering Luna, putting her arm on her shoulder, an understanding yet extremely concerned smile on her face.

"We gotta talk."

Luna sighed heavily, still shaking but marginally reassured Luan wasn't going to be horrible to her about this. Luna weakly asked inside her head why she blurted that little detail out…one so minor yet arguably the absolute most important of the entire movie theater debacle between her and Lincoln.

The room's dark landscape, deafening quiet and placid non-reverberant properties made this all the more painful and excruciating.

"I should have been a hundred percent sure you were asleep first."

"Did you mean what you said a moment ago Luna?"

"About…who I was thinking about during…?"

"Yes."

Luna weakly nodded her head in unparalleled guilt and shame.

"Was this the first time?" Luan asked in an extremely low, understanding tone.

Luna shook her head no, this time the feeling of guilt and shame being radiated off Luna much more potently and apocalyptically.

"How frequently?"

"…a lot."

"How long?"

Luna paused, looking towards her covered feet, before quietly whispering, "…a long time."

Luan wiped sweat now accumulating on her and Luna's forehead, still trying to keep Luna from having a complete nervous breakdown.

"You care for Lincoln a lot?"

"Y…yeah."

"How much? Friend, sibling…or more?"

"More."

"How much more Luna?"

This seemed to be the hardest inquiry from Luan, her breathing reserved yet noticeably on edge and erratic.

"I…I'm-"

"Luna?"

"I….-"

Luna took a gigantic breath, then releasing it in one go, before turning her eyes directly into Luan's eyes. Luna's eyes were no longer red but glistening wet, tears newly flowing nonstop. Luna's voice was absolutely as watery, minute and depressed as her normal rocking voice could get.

"I'm…in love. I'm in love Luan. I'm in love with…with our little bro…Lincoln."

Luna gave up, falling forwards into Luan's still nurturing yet exponentially shocked frame.

"I'm messed up Luan. I'm so beyond fucked up."

Luna began lightly crying into Luan's shoulder, now coming face to face with the most bare, bitter and exposed fact about herself in her life, one she didn't face for a long while until just before a dozing admission.

"Luna-."

"I'm…I'm a monster; a fucking horrible disgusting monster. I…I don't know what to do Luan."

Luan held her tight in her arms, unsure how to process this but focusing now on being there for her closest sister in her most important time of need. She rubbed Luna's back with supportive circular motions.

"I got you sis. I'm here."