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!

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Dreamscape Sleepy Time and Brawl in the Family 2: A Requiem-Damnation for the Sister Fight Protocol!

Sunday, October 27th, 2019

2:02 AM

In a shared bedroom, to the right of the room was a rather ordinary bed, with one sleeping jock sawing away at metaphorical logs and timber, Lynn Loud, wearing her trademark knee-length number-one jersey night shirt with socks snuggly back on her feet. On the left, a bed with grey-black covers in pure black, opaque drapes was curled in the dark corner with a small flashlight a one confused, sleepy and dark-eyed but still investigating goth, Lucy Loud, who read the last words of the novel she slyly purchased with the unwitting assistance of Leni Loud. She wore a baggy grey-lavender shirt with little to no shoulders, one side with an emblem saying "die," and jet black shorts.

In closing her extreme focus on absorbing the literary narrative of forbidden, romanticized incestuous lust that played more to the themes of psychological abuse and tortured family secrets…Lucy Loud still felt like she was in a tailspin, unsure what to do or to think of the pressing concerns that seemed to boil on a knife edge out of nowhere.

"That…was one of the most troubling, damaging things I've ever read…and that incest was…there, but the book wasn't totally about that…not what Lincoln and Luna have…and possibly Leni. None of us are under those same circumstances Cathy, Chris, Carrie and Cory were under…our parents, Pop-pop and our gruelingly gross aunt still love us. Lincoln and Luna were under their own distress, but…this book didn't really help. It was an extremely interesting read though. I wonder if this is part of a series."

Lucy quietly pulled her cellphone out and checked the book's Wikipedia page, finding out the details.

"…sigh. Yup. There is a series…and it looks like it's more about the deranged, tortured nature of this family and dark realities it faces…the incest is just a background theme with Cathy and Chris. Still…I should read it…it really is fascinating and…grim."

Lucy flipped through the pages she marked and noted, having no reservations in the entire time to mark sections she thought alluded to incest, the psychological terrors paraded, and the gradual degradation of what appeared to be the mother of the children become an evil antagonist…willing to kill her children just for the sake of inheritance.

"…mom would never do that. No one in our family would do that. A few of us might be really, really confused and muddled, but we'd never stoop down to that level. We're…not like the Foxworths or Dollangangers. We love each other…..just…some of us…a little too much of one another."

She kept looking at the cover of the book. She thought it was curious to have "Flowers in the Attic" as a title. She guessed, based upon reflecting the whole story in her head, it was the delicate nature of the children, them representing the flowers, the delicate beings, being thrown into a place where flowers typically should not be placed, to what degree only god knows. They were precious, fragile beings thrown into a situation by a gradually degrading mother, and it cost the life of the little twin brother.

"Good god…sigh…so glad the twins will never have to go through anything like that…loss like that…besides Great Grandma Harriet…they never knew her really anyways….sigh."

An extremely loud snore escaped the soggy buzz-saw motions of Lynn's mouth. Lucy looked over, seeing Lynn look like she was probably dreaming about winning her upcoming state football game in November.

"I bet she already assumed she's gonna win the next two games…her team probably will. They are unbeatable with her," Lucy thought in shrewd but supportive manner of Lynn. Football seemed to be at the core of Lynn's life right now.

"But…I can't distract myself with Lynn's stuff…I need to know…I need to understand…why could and would Luna and Lincoln fall in love with one another, even with all the stuff that's happened between them. And…why Leni might be next."

Lucy tried a new search online on her cellphone, making a mental note to delete her browsing history should her folks get a call about overusing data and finding out what she was up to searching recently. She'd make an eventual visit to purge all records via a favor Lisa still owes her, one experiment that caused Lucy to have pink hair for two days…school days. Lucy sat on the day it would be just to collect her favor…it seemed fast approaching.

"Any other books on…wait…wait a minute. Even if I find a book about this kind of thing, one that will actually address what's going on…that still won't explain why it's Luna and Lincoln feeling like this. It might go for Leni…she's innocent, and she's rather unlikely to make any kind of move."

Lucy reflected on how much she understood her siblings…how much she really understood them. Most of all, she tried to understand Lincoln, Luna and Leni to the best of her emotional perceptions and experiences with them, the ties that binded them, the love they all shared as a family.

"Now…that love is changing to something else entirely. Maybe…instead of reading about the fiction side of this issue, I should…investigate this…personally. Like, how Lisa would probably go about doing something like this…just not sibling relationships of this magnitude. I…I think I need to observe them silently…covertly. And I can generally avoid Luan's camera's so as to not tip her off; she doesn't have any installed in the vents. But…what am I looking for?"

Lucy crept out of her bed and grabbed her new black leathery book that could double as a journal or personal poem book, it having a small side loop that held a chained half pink, half black pen. Holding the journal to her side, she shimmied up the wall and crawled into her vent, quickly looking back to make sure Lynn was still deep in sleep. Lynn was snoring and drooling away hard, still in deep sleep.

"Yup. Still out cold, sawing down a forest….nice."

As Lucy moved a couple feet into the vent, she felt her bare toes brush up against the metal interior. She realized she was still barefoot, and her first destination…was going to be Lincoln's room.

Lucy looked towards her toes, wiggling them momentarily and randomly, before remembering what she stepped in when she snuck in Lincoln's room last night…how it felt on her toes…how uncomfortable and unsettling an experience it was. It made her want to saw off her leg like in the first Saw movie.

"….hhhhhuuuuhhhh….sigh…."Lucy huffed as her body trembled with goosebumps from the viscous, gooey sensation still stuck in her memory.

"…I need my socks on if I'm doing this. No telling if Lincoln…left a path of destruction again."

A few minutes later after slipping a heavy, wooly pair of black and white striped socks, much thicker than her usual type, she made her delicate, tepid and rather uncertain journey to Lincoln's room in the near-dark ventilation, one she's made thousands of times. This time though, the journey felt like a bad, bad case of Déjà-vu.

Finally by Lincoln's vent, she slowly dropped down to see her brother sleeping soundly, with not a hint of stress, grief or trauma like he had last night. She kept along the wall, blending in to the surrounding dark, putting a random sock from the ground on top of the head of Lincoln's Japanese robot. Lucy had this nagging feeling that Luan might have put a camera in place of one of the robot's eyes with extreme stealth and technical precision; it was the perfect spot to put it in.

Now she could commence with her mission.

Lucy seemed a tad alarmed that Lincoln was in this new state, unsure how he seemed to be so at ease, considering the bombshell he had to self-realize, not to mention Lucy unintentionally getting full secret blast of it from her determined want to have him hear poems…and her concern when he snuck out of the house so late.

"Lincoln…your emotional state…I'm happy you're better. But…why are you better?"

Thinking about all the possibilities would be a huge diversion of her time; it was late, and Lucy wanted to do what she came; observe.

"Alright…pretend to be Lisa….observe….observe…what do I observe?"

She observed the carpet as best she could in the near-dark, taking great pains to watch her footing. When she felt safe to do so, she inched closer, black book open, ready to take notes, and pulled out a tiny keychain flashlight. She began scribbling.

"Lincoln Loud observations; freckles all over face, less pronounced but still present buck teeth…shaggier white hair that's slightly longer than normal…height around five-six, weight possibly around one-hundred and eleven pounds…" Lucy paused as she saw Lincoln momentarily rustle about in his covers. She froze and turned off the keychain flashlight as he seemed to crocodile-roll several times in-place before the covers slipped off his upper body. The covers now hanging down by his lower legs. He then pulled a leg up, one leg still poking under the covers. His body was now amusingly twisted around, facing Lucy while Lincoln dug his head into his pillow, covering his face in a gargled murmur.

Lucy waited several minutes in froze-mode before she felt it was safe to continue her written observations.

"...wears consistent orange trademark clothing; almost always an orange t shirt, v-neck, collared polo…always orange. Maybe Luna's into the orange?"

Lucy paused her note-process and thought for a moment shrewdly.

"Not likely…her color scheme is purple, so…that was a stupid thing to jot down. Lincoln said he had lustful thoughts about….that. Perhaps Luna is the focal point to Lincoln's new apparent fetish for that, and he's romanticized the phenomenon, mistakenly associating it to be a case of love."

Lucy inspected closer Lincoln's sleeping form, and noticed that his orange shirt was warped upwards along his back, exposing his streamline waist and lean abs built up from Lynn's grueling self-defense lessons.

A gradual blush crept up on Lucy's face as she stared at Lincoln's stomach, much longer than she thought she needed to.

"He's usually so inactive these days…how does he maintain those?"

Inching even closer than before, she used the rubber end of her mixed-colored pen to poke part of his abs around his belly button. There was of course a tiny yielding from the naturally flexible and pliable nature of human epidermal skin, but when Lucy pressed harder, it was as rigid as a rock. She tried all of Lincoln's abs, getting the same reaction.

"…strong waistline…"Lucy stuttered quietly while jotting this fact down, indirectly feeling her body temperature rise.

"Lincoln…is fourteen years old. He's definitely in the throes of puberty rocketing his body in pure hormones, while Luna should be at the tail-end of her puberty. Could it be a nurturing relationship going on, Luna helping Lincoln cope with puberty stuff? Maybe, but Lincoln is typically much more…individualistic like Lisa when it comes to these kind of things. If anyone, he'd probably go to Dad and ask him these questions, since he's the only other male in the house…though his androgynous status, like Lincoln's, may not necessarily play out in a father-son talk. Whether that's the case or not is unknown."

As she tried remembering what Lincoln let slip before he passed out last night, a permanently burned set of quotes in his weary voice echoed in her head.

"I tried denying it…I…my interest with Luna shot well beyond just her ejaculations…it's…also her now. Strange though how I feel like I can't bust hard unless Luna busts really hard first, like I can't really get aroused unless she's already done her thing…that's my tick I suppose…not only as a sexual lightening rod, but as one of the closest people I have in my life…her personality; her, just as she is…her."

"….her," Lucy contemplated, letting the dark, possibly more romantic possibility take fruition in her faculties.

"Maybe…maybe this is really what's happened…that Lincoln did fall for Luna…and quite possibly it's the same with Luna…it…makes more sense…considering the other stuff he said after that. And he doesn't get any…pleasure himself unless Luna is the first to do so…that's odd, but well within Lincoln's typical nature of wanting to usually help someone first before himself."

Lucy let the other quote float by.

"The bathroom deal is just icing on the cake. This has been a long time coming, but…I…I…I give in….I think…-""

"….sigh," Lucy let out before the remainder passed by.

""-I think I'm in love with Luna."

"…uuuh…Sigh…it doesn't get any easier remembering hearing him whisper that…so delicately and calmly…like…he came to accept that about him. I wonder what happened on that excursion of his. Only Lincoln truly knows that, but there were a lot of those vanilla creamers…how'd he get so many? And what was he doing with them?"

Lucy then thought what a talk with Lincoln and their dad would be like, regarding the dreaded "talk."

"I need to see if I can slyly ask Lincoln if he's had that talk yet. He's had to of if he's thinking about Luna…like that…or he goes online a lot, in which case, he covers his tracks well and somehow managed to not get computer viruses…as all teenage boys do I guess, and all those forty year olds at the Princess Pony Comicon," Lucy said with a staggered smirk.

"His cell phone may have some interesting stuff on it…maybe I can…take a peak."

Lucy looked around his room. On the dresser was Lincoln's cellphone, charging in a random outlet.

"Bingo."

Lucy scrolled through as much info and data as she could, all the recent call logs. The most recent were about five consecutive calls and texts for Luna, with no reply back. Otherwise there was no activity in the last few days after the movie theater incident; no Clyde, no Ronnie-Anne, no Ace Savvy game play, nothing….except…

"Wait…what's this?" Lucy thought curiously, looking on the Calendar tab on his phone. There was a reminder, for Halloween night.

"Godzilla and Haunted House with L. Who's L?" Lucy thought, before it became entirely obvious on further thought.

"L….that's gotta be Luna. And Godzilla…that's probably the movie, so they're probably gonna go back on Halloween night and re-see the movie. But, what's the Haunted House deal? We have a bunch around here, so are they going to go through every one, or just a few?"

Lucy pulled her cell phone out and did a search for local Haunted Houses within the Royal Woods area, and put place markers around the movie theater and their home to gage their rough locations. The placements were random and inconsequential, so no pattern could be roughly made. Then she looked up the playing times for the Godzilla movie on Halloween day.

"Let's see….3:00 PM, 5:30 PM, 7:30 PM, and 9:00 PM. The Godzilla movie is a little over two hours long, and I doubt they'd see it around 7:30 since it's a school night. They'll probably see the 5:30 one and check out a few Haunted Houses together later, then come home…but they'll be gone, together for several hours…by themselves."

Lucy's mind suddenly envisioned all the things she learned about romance and heavy petting from her gothic books and poems…and the other few sensual things she learned quite recently, from "Flowers in the Attic" and all her internet browsing. She shuttered at the thoughts that Lincoln and Luna…might be purposely doing stuff like this…together.

"This…this might be….some kind of covert date. Either one is playing off the other, both don't know it's a date in disguise…or the worst case…they're dating now…..uuuhhhh…..sigh."

Lucy placed Lincoln's cellphone back in the charger and put her cellphone away. She walked over to Lincoln's sleeping form and bent down, seeing only his mouth pop out from the enclosed pillows covering his face.

"Lincoln…brother…what's going on between you and Luna? Are you instigating this? Are you being played with by Luna? Or…is this a mutual deal? Oh Lincoln…I don't know what's worse….but I gotta find out the truth, and keep both of you safe. This is dangerous territory brother, and I don't want you or Luna getting hurt because of this. I…I care too much abo-"

As she unconsciously brushed her heavy dark black hair from her vision momentarily, Lucy's dark blue eyes suddenly went wide, her face going rocket-red and stunned by what was now exposed from Lincoln's sleepy restlessness minutes ago; his groin area, covered by his short khaki shorts…had a rather noticeably lengthy protrusion taking form just under the short's fabric.

"HHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! WHAT IN HELL!?" Lucy gasped in a minute-mouthed, extremely taken-back tone, almost losing her balance from the site. She gave herself a slight, quiet slap in the face, turning her attention back to it again…now truly understanding what this phenomenon happening just under those khaki shorts…something that was part of Lincoln's…person.

Lucy's stunned, froze state, and her inability to take her eyes off this horrific, terrifying, unnerving, uncomfortable…and surprisingly to her, astounding sight, trifled her all the more.

"Good god…it's like seeing a wild animal in the actual wild…like when we saw that escaped elephant roaming out in the countryside that one time on our family camping trip…no fence…no barriers…the majesty…the….OH MY GOD! MAJESTY?"

Lucy gave herself another knock off the side of her head as she sighed heavily, trying to redirect her focus…but her focus kept going back to that…thing down there.

"Maybe…maybe I should get…a…size estimate? I know Luna's not shallow enough to go for Lincoln just for that…and he's only a teenager still, but…"Lucy trailed off, now brainlessly using her pen as a reference point.

"So…it's length is about…equal to one and a half pen lengths…my pen's roughly a little over five and a half inches. Five and a half plus half of that….damn…sigh….damn Lincoln… over eight inches," Lucy dreaded in her rough approximation, for some reason actually getting a minor kick out of doing this observation.

"Well…I guess that escaped elephant and Lincoln have a bit more in common than I thought…what a weird thought….sigh…I sure hope I'm not gonna get snared in all this. I need to focus on Lincoln and Luna, and to a lesser extend Leni. And then…."Lucy paused, unconsciously poking at it with the rubber end of her pen, then pressing down one side to get a rough circumference-height.

"Lincoln…how do you hide that thing in the daylight? Especially when you're at school. No wonder you've been wearing slightly baggier jeans the last seven months. I…actually kinda feel a bit sorry for you. But…if it's like this…then that means…" Lucy trailed off, looking back towards Lincoln's pillow-covered head.

"That means….he's probably dreaming…things…maybe with Luna. I…I think I need to change siblings now," Lucy thought urgently, making a b-line for the page devoted to Lincoln, underscoring it with a prep-section for Luna.

As she scribbled the last prep-notes, she gave Lincoln's formation one more curious poke…and she saw the entire length pulsate in response like a tentacle of an octopus.

Lucy screeched in her hands, not expecting a reaction like that.

"OH MY LORD! IT JUST GOT BIGG-I GOTTA GO!"

With all the delicacy and speed she could fuse together, she got back into the vents, breathing hard into a mid-way point.

"Good Lord Lincoln. I'm glad you lock your door so the others don't barge in on you and…see that. That would be….sigh…..extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

Lucy tried rummaging with figuring out how she was going to factor all this info into how Lincoln and Luna were interacting and possibly doing stuff, especially her scatterbrained observations from dinner earlier.

"I don't know if anything is up with them…but dinner tonight seemed to raise some flags…how they seemed to play with their food…Luna stubbing her toe like that and spilling milk on the ground. I gotta feeling she may have did that purposely. Wish I focused on that more than my thoughts on Leni and that turkey sandwich; I could a saw their faces and got a better gage on the situation."

Crawling silently and now only a few feet away from the next sibling, she sighed heavily and prepped herself.

"Okay Lucy…this is Luna…it's not like she's gonna have a ….thing like that, down there. She's a girl like me. Observe her, note thoughts, and then get the heck back to the bedroom," she unimpressively blared at herself in her head, a huge yawn escaping her before she made her decent into the shared room of Luan and Luna Loud.

Observing the scene, she saw the room's state, quiet and undisturbed, though it looked like Luan did some bed cover washing because she was sleeping in just a single woolly yellow blanket. One slipper was still on her foot, the other foot bare and sticking out to the side. Luan's back was turned towards the floor, Luan facing the wall with a pillow surrounding her head like a fortress. Lucy then looked up; Luna was in her above bed, sleeping away heavily with a slight snore and heavy breathing. Lucy could only hear her.

"Sigh…I'll have to climb up."

Lucy tried for the end of the wooden-framed bed, getting on the end to try and inch herself up, only to almost slip right off.

"Dang it….Lana must have buffed the wood recently. These socks aren't gonna let me climb up."

Lucy proceeded to slowly slip her socks off and put them out of sight. She tried again with a bit more success. Even being barefoot, she still felt the sides of her feet and toes partly slipping off the slippery sides of the wooden framework.

"Al…most….there."

Lucy very gently crawled onto the bed, now high off the ground. It struck her strange how Luna could quite easily sleep this high up without ever falling out of bed. Years of experience Lucy supposed. She inched along the bed frame adjacent to the wall, staying a foot away from Luna at all times, now able to see how Luna was sleeping; she slept much like Lincoln did, in a manic, bedcover-sprawled manner, except the covers were virtually off of her and she too faced the wall like Luan. She had a small smile plastered on her face as she wore what looked like new headphones, playing classic Beatle music.

"At least she can't hear me. Now I can see what about Luna Lincoln might like…besides that thing she can do."

Lucy opened her book and started jotting down notes.

"Luna Loud observations…eighteen years old, second oldest sibling in the house post-Lori, anglophile and rock musician in the family. Has….wow," Lucy thought with a stutter as she saw Luna's shirt was too pulled up along her back, exposing her bra-held breasts.

"Even…even if Luan has the biggest, Luna is a close second. And those freckles…how many does she have?"

Lucy got her flashlight and pen, starting to get intrigued by counting the number of freckles. By the sheer number on Luna's person…it was a lot.

"Too many to count…lot's of freckles, on her cheeks, breasts, and…"Lucy paused, seeing Luna shift her position and roll her body, now facing away from the wall, her back to Lucy. It looked apparent now that Luna was only wearing her long shirt, and since it was pulled up along her back, Lucy saw she was just wearing dark purple panties with a written phrase "bite me" on them… and her most prominent feature was now right in Lucy's observing face.

"….Luna's butt. My gothic lord that thing is massive. And Lincoln can't be as shallow to go for Luna just because of that enormous thing…oh my god…there's so many freckles on her back cheeks too," Lucy thought with a blush, inching her small frame and checking her size next to Luna's.

"…wow. I'm like a twig next to Luna…seven years does make a huge difference. So…are they any different than mine?"

Lucy got her pen and poked the right cheek, feeling how taut yet firm they were, like a hybrid of muscle and jelly making a pushy pillow. Lucy blushed…then tried without the pen, with her pinky.

"….it's like a gelatin mold…squishy yet sturdy," Lucy glowed in her mind, now trying all her fingers…surprisingly enjoying the feeling in her hands.

"Wait…why am I like this? AND WHY DO I LIKE THE FRECKLE PATTERNS ON LUNA's-?"

Suddenly some commotion rocked the bunk bed. Lucy freaked out and dove under a wedge blanket, contorting her body flat, frozen with fear as she dreaded the worst. She kept silent for a few moments…Luna wasn't moving.

"Huh….it must be Luan," Lucy alertly and silently thought, wiggling ever so slightly down by Luna's exposed feet and peeking her eye out of a dark corner.

It was indeed Luan, standing near the center of the room, looking extremely stressed and sleepy, as though she was sleeping hard, but not sleeping very well at all. Lucy noted how her top was unbuttoned down more than usual, revealing her monstrous bust curves.

"…ow…they're really swollen up right now…I think…it might," Luan said silently as Lucy heard, on edge and scared-to-death Luan might somehow sense her in the dark.

It then struck Lucy that Luan probably had camera's going on in here too.

"Dang it…I can't believe I didn't remember that possibility. I sure hope I stayed in the shadows…and didn't screw myself…what's more important, I don't want Luna getting found out by Luan, all because of me."

Then Lucy saw a most strange, most…confusing sight. Luan unbuttoned her pajama yellow-plaid shirt, revealing her natural enormity out in the open. Lucy gasped as hard and as quietly as she could.

"…they're almost as big as my head."

With a semi-distressed but certain expression, Luan caressed her breasts firmly, then pressed hard along their undersides…causing a stream of milk to squirt out.

Lucy's eyes bulged when she saw that. She never saw something like that, not unless she counted the time the family went to a farm and helped out with some chores…Lucy and Luan having to milk the cow. A cow was one thing…but Luan Loud? Lucy's sister?

"I knew it…why is this? How come I'm doing this all of a sudden? Girls aren't suppose to lactate until they're gonna have babies…and last I checked, I haven't exactly done anything with a guy."

"That's one heck of a good question Luan? Why are you lactating?" Lucy silently concurred, seeing her jet several huge streams, Luan momentarily panicking from the mess she made on the floor. Luan dove under the bed and rummaged through several items. Lucy saw on Luna's wooden bed frame closest to her a towel wrapped around the side. With extreme stealth, Lucy pulled it and flung it down to the ground, making it look like it poked from the corner opening of the bottom bunk. Luan pulled out and saw it.

"What utter luck…get it?" Luan punned, smiling for a second before her face went blank as she quietly tried to absorb her breast milk making a mark on the ground.

"She can even pun in a situation like that…impressive," Lucy thought.

As Lucy watched Luan clean, her breasts rolling in semi-pendulum alternating gyrations, and the thoughts of Luna's lower posterior frame, Lincoln's…traits, and all these things, even Leni's unusual strengths…the more Lucy went down one train of thought, the more it seemed to make sense. Her thoughts started to get a bit clearer in terms of how and why all this strange, untypical stuff was happening to her older sisters and brother.

"It seems… that the hormonal activity and puberty in the family is doing some rather unique, outlandish and twisted things to my fellow sisters and brother…something in the way Lisa would describe it. Things not typical or normal for regular everyday siblings...this can only mean one thing….Lisa," Lucy thought with a gothic growl.

"How else could all this stuff be explained? It has to be Lisa's doing…there's no other way …unless…unless this is just a trait of the siblings in the family, the older ones….and it might be something me, Lola, Lana….Lily…even Lisa herself…might be going through one day…..sigh."

Lucy dreaded the possibility and almost hoped that all this happening had something to do with Lisa's scientific experiments. Hopefully an inquiry later in the day could solve that question…otherwise…the future for the younglings was going to be rough. Lucy's spine shuddered that the thought…of what might happen with her in the next few years.

Luan finished cleaning the carpet, then wrapped the soaked towel around her bust, rocking her shoulders rhythmically and pressing against her boobs one more time, before the dry areas suddenly got darker and darker. The last aqueous utterance from Luan.

"Phew….my boobs don't feel so hard and packed now…but this still sucks. I gotta milk myself, that's pretty messed up. And I hope it hasn't anything to do with…no, I'll deal with that thought another time."

Lucy caught on to that vagueness, but couldn't outright read Luan's mind, the statement too cloudy and opaque to really decipher. It would seem Luan was having some issues as well; what they were Lucy hadn't the foggiest clue, but compared to the scale of what was transpiring with and possibly between Luna and Lincoln, Luan would have to wait.

"Sigh….sorry Luan…but at least you're not roped into this whole Luna-Lincoln drama."

Luan unbuttoned her pajama shirt and rolled it with the towel in a big bally roll, throwing it next to the cabinet. She pulled on a regular tight white tank top with a colored pink flower over her left breast. The shirt was tight, but it looked like it doubled for Luan as a sort-of sports bra.

She sat down on her bed, rubbing her face. Lucy inched her view out of the covers and saw her face getting sleepier and more morose, much like Lucy's own expression. This didn't sit well with Lucy. Luan suddenly pulled her legs up and caressed her soles.

"Wonder if…I can get another massage again. That'd be killer. But what I really need are some new shoes and new inserts. In the mean time…I'll see if I can get one."

"Massage? She's rubbing her feet, so…a foot massage?" Lucy queried internally. "Who does tha….Lincoln…he must have given her one at some point. If he gave Leni one…he must have given Luan one too….good god…I hope Luna and Leni aren't falling for him just cause he can do that."

Luan then rolled back into her single-wooly blanket bed and fell fast asleep within only a few minutes. Lucy's sweating subsided with the easing of her nerves, now more settled and relaxed that both were asleep now.

Lucy slowly began backing out from under the covers gently, inching backwards with her legs, before her face unwaryingly brushed right up against Luna's ass in the dark undercover of the sheets. Lucy gasped and turned red, scooting out faster before she placed her feet clumsily inside the bed frame-wall gap, her body inadvertently slipping down as she struggled holding on. Both legs and her right arm dangling along the wall towards Luan's sleeping direction, Lucy freaked out, trying as hard as she could with all the strength she could muster to pull herself up; she was still too diminutive and tiny to pull herself up. Her fingers and bare toes slipped off the sides as her left arm gave out. Luckily she softly plopped into the mattress crevice of Luan's plot, unintentionally taking most of Luna's covers with her. Luan was luckily facing the opposite direction as Lucy got her bearings, her nerves on pure adrenaline, frozen mode, just like with Lincoln. At least Luan and Luna had larger-sized beds to sink in.

Luan suddenly rolled over with half-closed eyes, Lucy's face totally exposed in full view.

"Don't wake up….go back to sleep….go to sleep. Please….please…please…."

Luan then yawned, her eyes now fully closed.

"Thank god she didn't open them all the way!" Lucy consciously blared, before Luan suddenly reached over, still close-eyed, and pulled in a huge yellow throw pillow from the corner of her bed. Lucy was in front of this pillow, so she was indirectly scooped up by Luan's powerful sleepy grasp within the confines of the pillow's space, Luan now snuggling tightly with the pillow, and therefore, smashing Lucy's head face-first into her huge bust hard and tight.

"…sigh…I deserve this for snooping around this late," Lucy thought with alarmed guilt, now totally unsure as to how she was going to get herself out of this situation. Luan's sleep-grip on the pillow and the comically wedged Lucy was iron-tight.

"She must be really really tired if she hasn't noticed me yet. And…what…what is she doing?" Lucy thought in extreme alarm. She felt Luan's lower waist pressing hard into the pillow…and by extension…Lucy.

"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!?"

Lucy felt her lower areas being pressed hard in multiple rhythmic pushes…until they tapered off from Luan's eventual sleep.

Lucy whimpered in fear and confusion, now trying to formulate a plan; sinking into the mattress as much as her body could compress into it, slip under the pillow and wedge herself under Luan's part of the bed. She'd hide there until she could escape back into the vents. She didn't waste time. Luan looked like she was in deep snuggling sleep already.

Within seconds she quickly sank as far as she could into the mattress, releasing all her breath possible while Luan's breasts were square-smashed into her face, slowly following the escaping space of Lucy's head as though they were magnetically being pulled towards Lucy's mouth and nose.

"Phfff….al….mo….almost…THERE!"

Lucy snug herself into the mattress and under the pillow, and within another moment of careful wriggling out of Luan's grasp, she slipped behind the frame of the bed and plopped onto the carpeted floor. It was wooly and cool, a god-send welcome to the petrified Lucy, now skulking under and in the menagerie of various items Luan held under her bed. It was total eclipse under here, much like her bed with the pure black drapes drawn down in the dark of night…pure dark.

Slowly etching through pile of crap after pile of crap, Lucy found the light, shrouded ironically enough, by a pile of towels, themselves surrounded by an armada of small clown noses, and, strangely enough…Lana's sander.

"Hmmm….wonder what that's been doing here? Lana's been looking for that for…months now?"

Lucy peeked her head from under Luan's bedframe, using her ears to detect even the most variable breathing or commotion possible. With as much self confidence as she could muster, she slowly got out from under, grabbing her socks from the ground that Luan had not found. This astounded Lucy since Luan was right next to them when she searched under the bed for a towel.

Still holding tight her book throughout the entire ordeal, through the fall-out to the Luan pillow-grasp, she shook her head and shimmied up again towards the vents, slowly making her way through the house back to her room.

"….I'm never doing that again…sigh," Lucy weakly huffed.

"Well…maybe never isn't the right word…but not anytime soon. That was too close a call. And I learned…too much."

As Lucy was about to enter back into her room, she paused as another sibling came to mind.

"Leni…I forgot…I wanted to…no…No. Not tonight…maybe…another time. I think I can trust Leni. Leni will be different. She's so innocent. She's the most pure…and how she thinks of Lincoln…she's not like Luna. Luna's much more…charged-up, much likelier to be…amorous. Leni's naïve and…come to think of it, Leni might really just see Lincoln as just the model type for her type of significant partner. And…truth be told, she's gotta point. Lincoln is extremely trustworthy and honest…always has our backs…and in Leni's case, treats her like an equal as opposed to a dumb air-blimp blonde with good looks. Leni is far more complicated than all her past boyfriends give her credit for, more than other popular girls give her credit for…heck, even more than we do, and we're her sisters. And yet….Lincoln…he seems to be the only one that has actually treated her…like an equal…like a person."

Lucy seemed to make a giggly blush at the thought of Leni and Lincoln being an item…it was strangely…adorable, how the oldest seemed to be the youngest in mind, while the younger seemed vastly more mature and amicable than he should be independent the fact that this was a developing young man, a teenager…a child in the eyes of the law. Both were basically teens, but they had characteristics that seemed to play off one another too elegantly.

Lucy then took this thinking and applied it to Luna and Lincoln. That was seemingly and shockingly to Lucy, even more combatable and solid a pairing. The simple reason?

"Lincoln and Luna…Luna…out of all of us, seemed to be the closest to Lincoln for nearly all our life. And if mom and dad are right, Luna was the first sibling to hold Lincoln when he was born…when she was just four…maybe younger. And recently…they have been hanging out much more often, doing things they generally love, mutually trying out the other's personal passions. They gel with one another, I can't deny that. So….maybe….this is not as crazy as I originally thought."

Lucy sat in silence, staring down into her room…ruminating.

"Well… I think I just cracked why Leni seems to be on the prelude to liking Lincoln more than a sister should like there brother…and I didn't need to bust in her room to do it. I didn't really learn anything from this excursion…only that Luna and Luan have hormone-defying features…and in Luan's case…something going on with her. I should use a bit of my favor Lisa owes me to…dare I say? Okay…milk Lisa for what she's got….ehhwww….and if she's behind this at all, then I'll have no guilt. On the other hand…if Lisa isn't really behind this…," Lucy thought, reserving the direction her thinking was going, trying to be as divorced emotionally as possible, this not working at all.

"…if this is something that's gonna happen spontaneously, then…I need to figure out how I'm going to deal with it…then figure out how I can keep them safe from our primitive society. It's already gotten severely primitive with those people in our government. If I can't stop this…the least I can do is help…after snooping the way I did."

Lucy finished her thoughts and slowly got back into her room, cuddling in her macabre comforters.

3:10 AM

She flipped to her side of the bed and saw Lynn drooling away asleep, though…something looked slightly…different about the picture since she was gone…some minor detail Lucy couldn't put her finger on. Her face seemed slightly stressed, but it was probably just a bad dream. No big deal.

"Something…there's something about Lynn…something…wait! Her pillow, where is it?" Lucy asked herself, now perceiving a rather mundane but useful fact; Lynn was sleeping on a new pillow. Lucy scanned their room and couldn't see it anywhere.

"…sigh…oh well…probably nothing. Good night Lynn, love you," Lucy quietly called out before she rolled over to drift back asleep, the night's events still blaring in her head.

Aware enough to note that detail, Lucy missed some other key details…especially since she was not present to see what had happened a bit earlier with Lynn.

2:17 AM.

Almost an hour prior, when Lucy was leaving with her socks on, heading into the familiar abyss that was the house ventilation, the one soul left in the room was having dreams…dreams that got more vivid, as though they were on subconscious autopilot and also on watch should Lucy's presence alert them. Lynn's deep sleep in REM mode was pulling her in various fun, compromising, trying…potentially tricky and sensual situations and imaginations.

Lynn began drooling even more so when her dreams slowly morphed into something else in progression, from a big final game…to something much more personal and…dare it be said…sensual.

Midway Lynn's dream, the Friday lights brightly scorched the cool, dark misty air of the green itchy stadium field. Lynn was riding her football team into the ground with play after play on the defensive side. She filled in as a back-up linebacker when one got knocked right out by the foul play of the opposing quarterback. Her defensive line was getting crushed as they made the touchdown, with less than twenty seconds to score on the next play. Her coaches were ready to concede defeat, until Lynn pleaded them to try and make a last second ditch score. The coaches begrudgingly let her try and make one last desperate play.

Polling her offense back on the field, reoccupying the quarterback position, she made one final play, narrowly avoiding the sequential onslaught of the opposing team's d-lineman and linebackers swarming towards her. She ran…ran as fast as she could, right down the field, avoiding obstacle after obstacle, remembering all the running she did with Lincoln.

"…Lincoln…Lincoln…..LINCOLN!"Lynn screamed in her head, his being, his existence…his very presence in her life, the way he treated and viewed her, for some reason giving her the ultimate motivation and drive to push through the unparalleled burning pain of running harder than she ever did before. Less than four seconds to go, five yards away from the goal line, she catapulted herself between and over two huge tall linebackers, her cleated-feet narrowly being pulled down by them. One linebacker's arm wrapped around her ankle as her arms approached the goal line, causing her to squirm out like a snake, closing her eyes and wishing more than anything else before that she got the touchdown.

She hit the ground hard, her arms extended with the football, eyes closed, almost ready to cry from the unknown.

The stands suddenly erupted into gigantic cheers and shouts of joy. Lynn opened her eyes, looking around in comatose mode. She was being swarmed by her teammates…all smiling and jeering. She was picked up and held up like a trophy by her fellow players, her coaches running over and shaking her hand profusely as she just stared on like she had a thousand-yard-stare on her.

She looked to her team's crowd stand; her family was cheering with extreme might, her dad, Lynn Sr, ripping his shirt off and smashing away against his cowbell with the word LYNN painted on his chest, Rita, Lori, Bobby, Leni and Luan waving their hands ecstatically with a huge Lynn-sign wafting above them, Luna rocking Queen's "We Will Rock You," on her guitar and shouting "GO LYNN! GO LYNN!"Lola and Lana were jumping up and down with Lily covered in football gear, pretending to be Lynn making the touchdown, Lisa and Lucy conservatively woo-wooing in happiness for Lynn. And Lincoln? He was waving his huge orange foam hand in the air, with a picture of Lynn on it, on top of that the number "one" put in huge print on it. Before Lynn realized it, Lincoln ran down the stands and jumped the chain fence, running through the crowd of fans, photographers, coaches, other family members and other miscellaneous people on the field.

Lynn's comatose mode suddenly disappeared, her heart getting flighty and light, her realization…coming down hard.

"We…won….we won. WE WON! WE WON! WE WON THE DISTRICT GAME!"

Lincoln was blocked off, trying in vain to struggle, having to resort to push himself through. Lynn jumped down from the heights of the congratulatory carry, herself now pushing desperately through the piles of people after people.

Then, they contacted, Lynn throwing herself into Lincoln's arms, still soaked to the marrow in green grass stains, sweat, her uniform, everything. Lincoln hugged her tight and swung her around as she giggled excitedly and…to her surprise…began crying.

"LINCOLN! Bro….we…we did it. We won the district," she cried out in happiness and tears.

"All because of you Lynn. I can't believe you did that! That was the coolest play I ever saw ever!"

"Lincoln….thank you!" Lynn cried out as Lincoln and Lynn embraced, the crowds cheering her on harder and harder.

Suddenly her surreal dream amorphously time-skipped into her changing in the girl's locker room…all by herself as usual…but she was use to this. She had a reserved smile on her. It wasn't as big as she thought it would be…in fact…she didn't seem as excited about the major district win as she thought she should be.

"We just pulled the impossible…but…it doesn't seem like much…not compared to…to when I thought…in those last seconds before I scored the touchdown…about him…"

Suddenly a knock was heard at the girl's locker room.

"YEAH!?" Lynn shouted out.

"Lynn, it's Lincoln."

"Lincoln?" Lynn thought…getting flustered.

"Hey… I wanted to congratulate you personally."

"Well…then come on in then dork," Lynn said with a bit of a cheeky tone.

"Are…you decent?"

"…basically," Lynn called out, before Lincoln nervously opened the locker room door. When it shut, it inadvertently locked itself. Lincoln's eyes went wide.

"Don't worry, stupid thing always does that," Lynn reassured, though actually glad that it was now locked so no one could…interrupt them.

Lynn was faced away, her football thigh pants and pads still on, her shoulder pads, jersey and helmet off. She took her cleats and black socks off minutes ago to cool her feet, still burning hot and razor sore from the run she pulled almost a half hour ago. It felt good to her putting them on the ice-cold tiled locker-room floor, seeing humid vapory footprints left in their wake. She was still in her sweat-soaked black tank top with a number-one white emblem on it, much like her jersey shirts at home.

"Uh…Lynn, are you really decent? I can wait till-"

"It's cool Lincoln. You see me in less at home, so don't worry," Lynn said, now turning to Lincoln in full view. Lincoln got closer, him blushing ever so slightly now. Lynn smirked and slightly blushed herself as Lincoln got closer.

"Lynn…you got your coaches from the varsity team looking for you. They say they've never seen a play like that at this high school in a long, long time."

"Well, I know I'm awesome. But my team comes first, so when we're all together, we're all together. Even when my D-Line sucked, they still pushed hard as they could. Me making the touchdown was the least I could do for them. They need work though."

"Well, I can't really remember much…the rules and techniques, from when I played that one time those few years ago…when you took over for me secretly.."

"That was frickin fun," Lynn said excitedly, thinking how she got to really play football in a team setting legitimately for the first time.

Lincoln looked down and saw her barefoot state.

"Uh…Lynn? You probably should wear sandals or socks in here. You don't wanna catch athlete's foot."

Lynn looked down to her toes and twitched them.

"Uh, earth-to-Lincoln? This is the girls locker room, and I'm the only one ever here. What are the chances of that amigo?"

"Speaking of which…I'm really not supposed to be in since I'm a guy, right?"

Lynn gave a sultry wink to Lincoln.

"I won't tell if you won't," she said ushering Lincoln to sit next to her on her part of the bench, adjacent to her huge locker. Right across from them were the showers, an old school amenity.

As Lynn took a deep breath and released, her nerves untensed, then suddenly a jolt of pain circulated right through her body, the source from her lower extremities. Lynn winced in pain as the toll of the winning play came forth.

"What's up Lynn?"

"Oh…nothing. Just sore still," Lynn said, waving her legs in the air.

"I can only imagine. Your whole body's got to be in some serious aching pain from that killer play."

Lynn pulled up her right leg and pawed at her raw calf muscles, then towards her right foot, the lowest of her physical extremities hurting the most.

Then, a thought occurred to Lynn.

"Um…Lincoln?"

"Yeah Lynn?"

"You remember the night we played Twister?"

"Of course. That was some seriously serious fun…and Leni and I beat you, HA!"

"Yeah yeah nerdo…but I mean…after you and Leni…what you did…"

"What I did….OH, the message deal? Yeah, she definitely earned that one."

"Yeah, after basically doing a hold-stance and pushup with over three hundred pounds on her back? She's like a cute tank….yeah, she did earn that…so…I was wondering…ya think I earned one?" Lynn asked with a big nervous smile.

"Uhhh…o…okay. Sure."

"You mean it bro?"

"Why not? If it's for my sis, the coolest quarterback I know," Lincoln said with a happy grin. "What did you need massaging? Oh, and before I forget, you don't need to give me one in return; yours hurt."

"Shut up," Lynn laughed as she put both her legs on the bench, then scooting over slightly, now in his lap.

"A foot massage cool bro?"

"Yeah…give me a couple minutes and you'll feel much more relaxed."

As Lincoln went to work, Lynn's nerves went on edge, not from pain, but from tender, vulnerable pleasure, every nerve ending on an edge of trembling ecstasy, especially those in her raw feet. The warped, tensed stress and strain accumulated in her feet and ankles was slowly but surely being released with every subtle motion from Lincoln's hands and fingers. Lynn, with a blushed, goofy grin, uttered a thought.

"….just like Pulp Fiction, right Linc?"

"Pulp Fiction? What do you mean?"

"You've never seen Pulp Fiction bro? It's awesome man! I thought you were a big movie buff?"

"Sci-fi and anime movies mostly."

"Oh yeah…I forgot, you're a big nerd still," Lynn playfully said, Lincoln giving her a minor playful punch to her shoulder.

"You don't remember ever seeing that? You know?" Lynn asked, before doing a horrible John Travolta impression.

"We act like they don't, but they do. That's what's so fuckin' cool about 'em. This sensual thing's goin' on that nobody's talkin about, but you know it and she knows it, fuckin' Marsellus knew it, and Antwan shoulda fuckin' better known better."

"Uhh…Marsellus? Antwan? Who are they? And that's a lot of cursing. What kinda film is Pulp Fiction?"

"He said like a big ol goodie-two-shoes," Lynn said with Archer-like dialogue and a big smirk, "You'll have to watch it with me to get it," Lynn replied with a subtle air of mystery.

"So…feeling better Lynn?"

"Unbelievably better bro. Can't believe how good you are at massaging feet."

"Not just those either, I keep telling you all; just a certificate away," Lincoln said proudly with his eyes closed.

"Are you thinking of doing this for a career Linc?"

"Nah, unless I need money. I just like the skill set. Comes in handy when one of you is sore and needs a helping hand, or two."

"That's cool. Hope I can get'em for free still. OH! I wanted to tell you something. Remember that bully that sucker-punched me and you walloped?"

Lincoln's face suddenly contorted with rising fury, throwing Lynn off.

"The bully….what about him?"

"You probably didn't notice this, but…he was the linebacker that almost stopped me from making the touchdown, the guy who got my ankle and nearly pulled me all the way back."

Lincoln smirked, then laughed hard.

"Oh man! That dirtbag got the ultimate bit of karma…that's killer!"

"I know, right? He wasn't expecting to play against me," Lynn said with a giant grin, pointing to herself, "So, I didn't have to give him a retaliatory beating like I wanted. I beat him in the worst way possible; in his head. He lost the game for his team, to me. The bittersweet tears would have been awesome to see dude."

"If that isn't ultimate justice, I don't know what is," Lincoln huffed out in laughter as Lynn joined. Lynn suddenly gasped in surprise as Lincoln cracked her toes.

"WHOA!...dang…that felt…really good," Lynn purred.

"If you think that felt good, then-" Lincoln paused, before pressing his thumbs in the center of her right foot hard and in a rippling pattern, causing Lynn to coo out a goofy shriek.

"HOLY CRUD LINCOLN! That…that felt really, really…really good. No wonder Leni had you learn this!"

"Certificate away," Lincoln said with a sing-song, "though…a fourteen year old is not allowed one till they're…an adult…dang it."

"That's too bad Linc. You're hands are frickin awesome."

"Yeah, well…gotta get the left one, then…" he trailed off as he did the same thing to Lynn's left foot, getting another awkward gasp from her.

"…and…done. Well, better now?"

Lynn wiggled her toes and feet erratically. She blushed as she pulled Lincoln in for a hug.

"Thanks bro. I needed that."

"No problem Lynn. Anytime for the quarterback legend of Royal Woods High," Lincoln said with a gleam in his eye, Lynn feeling…things inside her bubble and broth as her body temperature severely elevated. Lynn pulled her legs down, unconsciously scooting closer to Lincoln, him not noticing. Lincoln suddenly spoke up, slightly catching Lynn off guard in the momentary quiet.

"Okay, so…I gotta ask Lynn. I saw what you do, what you did…but how…what were you thinking? What pushed you? Cause that was one of the coolest things I've ever seen in sports, and I don't go for sports…that was spectacular," Lincoln said excitedly like a giddy fan, punching his fists in the air. Lynn smiled and blushed, still feeling her temperature rise all around. She remembered what crossed her mind. She jumbled her thoughts together haphazardly as she rubbed her legs and toes together profusely.

"Well…bro…I was…sorta…I guess…you. You came to my mind."

"M…me Lynn?" Lincoln asked dumbfounded as he pointed to himself confusingly.

"Yeah. It felt like…like…you gave me the motivation, the way you always treat and see me. You don't judge me by my athleticism. You…you were encouraging me as…as…I am. Know what I mean?"

"….what?" Lincoln asked still confused.

"LINCOLN?"Lynn asked overzealously with fear in her voice.

"Uh, yeah Lynn?"

"You…you may be my little brother-"

"Hey! By only like, a year and a half!"

Lynn smiled before giving Lincoln a half-hearted punch in the shoulder.

"Like I was saying dorko, you may be my brother, but…I think…I feel…I…I dunno, that out of all the guys I know, you get me the most. Does that make sense?"

"Well, I am your bro," Lincoln said triumphantly.

"But Lincoln, it's more than that. It feels…my feels…they feel like it goes much deeper than that. That even….sorry, I think I'm being too honest," Lynn said sadly with a dark aura.

"Lynn, you can tell me anything. I'm your bro, remember?" Lincoln said nurturingly as he held onto her hand.

"Well…okay…here I go…so, even if you're my brother, you're the one guy who sees me as not just a football player, or an athlete, or a highly competitive person, or as a jock," Lynn tapered off, her body getting more nervous with each thought being expelled out by her oratory, her sweating returning full force as Lincoln sat patiently yet confused and on alert listening to Lynn closely.

"Lincoln…I…I don't feel inferior when I'm around you. I feel like I'm just as good next to those cheerleading bimbos. You…unlike all the guys I know…you treat me like…a woman."

"Well… duh Lynn, you are a woman," Lincoln stuttered, then pulled Lynn to face him as her eyes seemed to involuntarily go out of her control, getting watery and glistening with tears.

"Lynn…it doesn't matter what any of those guys think-"

"Most guys think I'm too competitive…too jockish…too…too unwomanly…not attractive enough for them…for any guy…it…it gets to me Lincoln," Lynn slyly choked out, holding a cry. Lincoln cuffed her chin in support as she slowly but surely teared up.

"I make guys afraid of me Linc…I don't mean it, but they're afraid…or they don't like me…my body…my lacking…stuff…like I'm not attractive or girly enough. Lincoln? Am I not girly enough? Am I not attractive enough? Am I…not good enough?" Lynn whimpered out in watery eyes, now unable to reel back her emotions, the watery dread seeping through her muddled soul.

"Lynn? Listen to me. You are Lynn Loud, one of the prettiest, most attractive girls I know. Beauty is not just skin deep…it's also about your soul. And Lynn? You've got a wonderful soul, you're cute and perky, always being true to yourself. If a guy doesn't like you or find you attractive for that reason alone, screw them. They never deserved you."

Lynn hiccupped and smiled, before another set of thoughts…and wants bulldozed their way in her tsunami-like wafting thoughts.

"Lincoln? You…you…love me…for who I am…right?"

"Of course I love you Lynn. I'll always love you, whether it's as my awesome sister, or an awesome, beautiful, wonderful woman you're turning into," Lincoln said reassuringly with a warm smile that nurtured Lynn's weeping soul.

"Lincoln…bro…I…I'm sorry…but…I-" Lynn staggered, looking vulnerably into her brother's eyes and face, taking in his own developing, masculine traits. His freckles were still there, but his face had become a bit…stronger, his presence more pronounced…everything about him…intoxicating, inviting and alluring, more so than ever before.

Lynn found herself leaning in closer and closer, her eyes getting heavier, her face getting hotter and more flushed.

"Lincoln…I…I-"

"Lynn?" Lincoln asked with alarm.

Suddenly, Lincoln found himself being kissed softly by Lynn, before Lynn pressed even harder and deeper into his lips. Lincoln's eyes went wide as he looked down, seeing the untypically vulnerable jock of the clan seem so…tender, so wanting.

Lincoln slightly pulled away. Lynn saw him blush as she felt her conscious scream at her for what she just pulled.

"LINCOLN! I'M…I'M SORRY! I shouldn't have-"

Then, Lincoln suddenly scooped Lynn up in his arms, causing a squeak to come from Lynn as she looked up into his face, his freckled cheeks hot and red, his facial expression…acceptance and confidence.

"Lynn…it's…it's okay…it's…"

"Lincoln…" Lynn trailed off, before Lincoln pressed his lips down onto hers, now both making out hard with one another profusely on the bench, Lincoln laid himself back as Lynn crawled along his body and continued making out with him, their bodies pressing deeper and deeper.

The scene suddenly changed. Lincoln and Lynn were cloth-less in the girls shower with the showers going on full blast, the heat and steam fogging everything but their faces and upper torso's. They were continuing to make out vigorously hard and sensually naked in this spot, two jets of hot water spraying their backs as Lincoln was tonguing her and Lynn doing the same in a mutual dance. Lincoln suddenly picked Lynn up, putting her on the small tiled soap holder in the middle of the showers, and began going to town with his lips down there. Lynn squealed loudly and zealously with each tonguing motion, the massaging effect vastly incomparable to the foot massage. Lynn found herself feeling an oncoming feeling rippling a tiny flicker, then, as Lincoln looked up sensually, right before Lynn was on the verge…

"AAAAAAAAHUUUUUUHHHHHHHHUHHUHUUHHUHHH!"

Lynn suddenly roared wide awake out of her covers in her bed, her eyes wide, her face smothered completely with drool…her nerves and sweat saturating her everything. Suddenly she felt her groin pulsate vigorously in one giant motion, causing her to throw back her body in an awkward twist as she shrieked awkwardly into her covers, squinting hard at the veritable onslaught of unbelievable sensations she felt just rock her body.

The physiological assault lasted for nearly ten seconds. Lynn tried to regain her breathing, slowly but surely slowing her rattled panting, yet unable to think properly as she convulsed with the reality and owning up to having this new, unfamiliar experience.

"Hu..heeeww….hhuuuuhh…heewww….did…I just…"

Lynn let the most pronounced, visceral and raw elements play back in her mind, the little bits, and the big…events, all leading up to her dream's ending.

Lynn whimpered in shock, looking now over to Lucy's bed, seeing it empty.

"Probably downstairs doing some late night TV watching again…thank goodness."

She gradually pulled herself out of bed, finding her legs limp and strangely tired, like she just had an intense workout. Surprisingly though, her feet felt…tingly, like they were massaged.

"My legs…my feet…that dream was so…too real. I can still feel his fingers…his tongue…HOLY CRUD! I can't believe I…" Lynn stuttered, now crying quietly into her covers as she realized what transpired in her dreams with her and dream-Lincoln, and what came of it, figuratively and literally.

"No….I just had a wet dream…with Lincoln…dream-Lincoln, but basically…with Lincoln. No, no…..no no no no….NO! Damn it! NO!"

Lynn pulled her arms to her face, violently shaking her head back and forth, banging on her head to get the still raw, crude yet absolutely detailed components in her dream racing out of her head.

"THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS BAD! A BAD DREAM! IT'S NOT RIGHT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! LEAVE MY BRAIN ALONE!"Lynn shrieked into her drool-soaked pillow, her face flushed in self anger and she pounded her own body in monumental shame. She next punched the side of her head.

" GO AWAY! GO DAMN IT! GOD DAMN IT GO AWAY…..FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Lynn fell back, her dreary mind not giving an inch for relief; these vestigial, spookishly life-like events that transpired in her dream caused Lynn to have one of her most intense orgasms in recent memory. The worst part was, even if consciously mortified that she had it…her body…the way, way back of her mind…found it basking in this most strange, most taboo form of intimate…arousal, subconsciously at least.

"No….why? Why him? Why'd it have to be him? Anyone but him," Lynn pleaded in a sob as she wiped her tears. She got up, her body still rattling and pseudo-sore. She dropped to the ground and attempted twenty-five clap pushups, trying to regain her mental fortitude through exercise…she only managed to balance her thoughts, not cancel them.

"Okay…Lynn….steady….that was Lincoln in a one-off, messed up, horrible frickin dream….full of weird, surreal, almost life-like reality…full of extremely real life-like stuff…the football game coming up…my playing style…my win…Lincoln…Lincoln's congratulating me in the locker room…the foot massage…the….sensual, erotic….pleasing….tender…making out…eating me ou-NO! STOP! NOT THAT ROUTE YOU BLOCKHEAD! UHHH!"

Not even half-way through Lynn collapsed on the ground panting, more winded from such an easy exercise than she normally should have been, her thoughts holding her back from easily meeting an achievable personal quota.

"God….why did that dream feel so real? Why did it feel…so…so…nice? Like…I was being real to Lincoln one moment about my…feelings…about him…my personal insecurities…the next….oh man. Oh man….OH MAN! THIS IS NOT GOOD!"

Lynn flipped on her back to do crunches in a futile effort to redirect her focus.

"Nothing….fucking nothing. That…." Lynn paused, a big, tired yawn taking her down again. Her body's need for sleep was pulverizing her abilities and oxymoronic want to negate and understand this dream, al the while simultaneously trying to do strenuous exercises post-wet dream. Her body wasn't having any of it. The sensations still pulsated with the tingles of its response to her dream's shower scene.

"My…dream Lincoln…gave me an…orgasm…crap. Crap! I thought this might happen. I've been getting too physical with him lately…and subconsciously; he's been bleeding in my thoughts a lot…for a while. Not directly, but…it usually leads back to him…the way he treats me…sees me…the strange situations we get ourselves into…doesn't judge me just because of my athleticism…or my lacking body…he's so…so…THERE IT IS AGAIN DAMN YOU! HE'S YOUR LITTLE BROTHER YOU DIRTBAG BLOCKHEAD! STOP THINKING OF HIM LIKE THAT!" Lynn blared in her head, before her body took the reins of her eyes, them getting weighed down and forced shut.

"Twenty-seven crunches….pathetic…I can barely do a sub-par minimum count…this sucks."

She stood up weakly, her body shaking from those thoughts that, though she was still monumentally troubled and perturbed by, was getting use to them play into her mind.

Looking down, she saw her main pillow draped and soaked in her drool. Then down towards her legs…her underwear under her long number-one shirt, along with the bottom tip of her shirt…viscous wetness.

Lynn sulkingly changed her sports underwear and threw them in her closet, along with the drool-slathered pillow. Her wetness odor was pungent yet surprisingly…creamy-smelling.

"Wow…must have been those white chocolate lindor truffles I shanghaied from Lana; little piglet. I guess they made it…smell like that candy…I wonder…" Lynn said with tired, morbid curiosity, before wiping her hand around her thigh, the extreme thick and viscous matter remnants still glossed over those parts of her thigh. She brought her hand and gave a tepid, self-loathing lick. Her face momentarily perked up.

"Dang…I do taste like those candies. That's kinda cool…I guess…if I was into eating…drinking my own….gwhhuuuuuu…what am I thinking?"

She shimmied one spare pillow down from a top shelf in their closet, a plain blank white puffy pillow Lucy was intending to dye black. One day quartered with Lynn wouldn't be the end of the world Lynn thought…hopefully she wouldn't drool all over this one…on account of another bad dream.

"Lucy can have this after tonight. Hope she doesn't freak out one me…she won't. She's not the type."

As Lynn surveyed the room, hoping Lucy would be a bit longer till she was totally asleep, Lynn surveyed her person, hoping her body would not put her through such an episode, at least not for a while.

Lynn checked the time.

2:43 AM

As she cuddled back into her bed, piling some of the covers around her groin area onto the sheets she semi-splattered onto, hoping they'd dry and not be so pungent in the morning, she dread what her coming sleep awaited her.

"It's gotta be a phase I'm going through…I…I don't really love him…like that. Do…do I? Please…no more dreams like that…please brain…it's…too real…to nice, like I'm spilling my soul…like I'm getting a…a wish…that's never gonna happen. I know it…it's wrong…it's vile…disgusting…fucked beyond anything I've ever watched or seen…please….please…I just have to ignore it…ignore this feeling…forever if I have to. It doesn't exist," Lynn silently pleaded to herself, "…ignore it…those feelings…. how I feel about L…Linco-"

And like that, Lynn's body drifted back into the unknown recesses of her mind, completely at the mercy of the random algorithmic nature of the human subconscious…hers more troubled than she's ever had to deal with yet.

And yet…she was not the only Loud sister to be in a tumultuous sleepy time.

3:33 AM

In a room with one bed, the vestigial remnant of a Loud sister still covered the essence of the room via the marks in the carpet by the window from a once-existing bed frame, belonging to the one who use to rule the room with an iron fist. Now, within aqua-green bed covers and designs slept one airy, breathy Leni Loud, all snug and kempt with an aqua-green sleep mask covering the eyes of the smiling, glowing face of naïve innocence. She was now the sole occupant of that room. On the ground was the Twister mat still spread out, the spinner down by the window.

When Lori packed up, she left her bed frame and mattress, not needing it anymore since Bobby and her would require a bigger mattress for the both of them. Leni customized Lori's frame, retaining its original woodwork designs with the help of Lana doing advanced woodwork, while Leni took the task of modifying it to go on top of her bed's original frame, making a double-frame bed, while putting Lori's mattress under her own, stacking the bed up a bit higher than it used to be. For some reason, this made Leni feel safe, as though the spirit of Lori's presence was still in the bed, letting her be protected from the occasional ghastly shaped dark figure that would dance on the ceiling or creep along the floor, or a stray creak in the floor that would send chills up her spine. Leni would feel safe knowing that Lori, just like when they were little girls many years ago, would protect her little sister, bashing the scary shadows at night with a big wooden mallet or throw her shoes at them, even yell at the noises that seemed to come out of nowhere, all while Leni cowered holding onto Lori, asking for her older sister to protect her from the scary monsters that danced on the walls and floor.

Even with Leni Loud now being the oldest of the Loud siblings, she didn't like being alone in her room…in the dark. Lori protected her still. And yet, not even the metaphysical spirit of Lori could protect Leni Loud from her own, wandering subconscious dreams that Leni could quite easily sometimes mistake for reality versus fantasy.

In Leni's dream world, she was skipping along a brilliant, multicolored sunny palm-treed beach with a never-ending mall on her left that looked like a giant version of the Royal Woods mall. Butterflies and song birds soared all around in the Beverly Hills-like vibe of everywhere, with fashion stores outlining some of the exterior giant mall in the dozens, from shoes, scarf's, belts, finger and toenail polishes, the list and varieties went on, and this was just the outside of the mall. In the background one could just hear Weezer's "Beverley Hills" playing.

As Leni turned the corner to enter the mall, she saw her own store she worked in, much more glamorous-looking with architectural touches typical of Leni's style, with a huge sign of herself as employee of the month in the window. At the bottom of the large glamorous picture of Leni there was bold, elegant cursive writing, reading as follows:

"The ambition and love of and for fashion is strong in this bastion of attraction, but let not her looks fool and fluffy scatterbrained thoughts generate deception, as this individual of independent standing always has a solution to any design commission. For our assistant manager we award her this greatest of additions, but the most prideful quality we love most of all, of our Leni Loud, whose fashion-like inventions rival the greatest of worldwide generations, is the godly nature of this creation, as she is, and best known, for having the greatest heart and compassion of all. Congratulations Leni Loud, for you, as a hard-working, thoughtful individual, make everyone at Bon Appetite Fantastique so very proud."

Leni glowed radiances on the electromagnetic spectrum that blinded the whole area for a second, then went back to casually walking into the mall, searching methodically with a peppy stride. She took time to investigate and make a purchase at each of these terminal spots and kiosks, throwing these items into the seemingly bottom-less and weightless aqua-green and white purse of hers. Every purchase she used something called a "Leni Card," instead of a credit card. Even as she was swept up in the mall extravaganza, she seemed…curious about certain individuals.

"Hmm…I wonder where they all went…maybe at the shoe store…the smoothie emporium…goodness, where's my family?" Leni questioned out, looking at the huge armada of department stores and seemingly endless mini-stores and stands, curiously designed to be on standby for Leni's curious eye.

Suddenly the ceiling animated into a bright yellow sign that pointed her a direction.

"Hi Leni! Totes awesome stuff you got there. You're family is down in Mega-Ultra-Super-Totes-Awesome-Robes-Deluxe," the sign said with a huffy bassoon-sounding tone.

"They're at MUSTARD? Ooooo, thank you sign," she said, her hands slightly curled up to her side as she headed down. Suddenly an aqua-green sports car with a big smiley face skidded in front of Leni.

"Oh Leni? How about I drive you there? What do ya say? MUSTARD is so very far away, and I wouldn't want you getting tired," the sports car said with a valley-girl tone much like Leni's.

"Oh cary, thank you thank you," Leni shrieked happily as she gave it a hug on its hood, before jumping in.

"Huh…that's strange…I can't remember how to drive…weird."

"Don't worry Leni. This is the mall…I drive you around," the car said happily.

"OOOHHH! That's so totes cool!"

And within seconds, the sport car jammed all the way down the mall's pathways, seemingly avoiding all the blank nameless souls occupying the space half animatedly as Leni cheered and wooed the car to go faster and faster. Suddenly the sports car levitated, flying now in the air as Leni's eyes went wide in pure joy and majesty, seeing how she could touch the coconut and banana trees lined in the middle of the mall walking spaces.

'SO THE TOTES! LIKE THE GREATEST THING EVER!" Leni shrieked out happily, before she saw a sign in the distance.

"MUSTARD! That's my stop cary!"

"No problem Leni," the sports car replied, swooping down by the grand entrance entrenched in robe designs and sparkling sunglasses in the Leni Loud style.

"Thank you cary. Have some fun!"

"Will do Leni, and if you need me, call out. I'll be here in a flash," the sports car said, doing a quick flash with its headlight eyes, then getting right next to Leni.

"See?"

"Okeydoeky cary," Leni replied nicely before the sports car hovered up high and soared fast to the other side of the mall.

"Now…where's my family?" Leni asked, before she heard by the entrance Lori and Bobby hugging and holding one another.

"LORI!"

"LENI!"

Lori and Leni ran up to one another, hugging tight, before an awkward looking Bobby nervously walked over and waived his hand.

"Oh your silly Bobby! You're family remember? Come and give you're aunt-in-law a big group hug!" Leni said warmly, before Lori corrected her.

"Uh…you mean brother-in-law Leni? Like, literally, every time we meet, you forget that, silly," Lori said in her usual explanatory mentality, but now more lovingly since she held on to Leni.

"You heard her boo-boo bear, join in!"

"Okay Lori. Awesome to see you again Leni," Bobby said with a smile on his face as Leni pulled them both in a huge bear hug, their reactions typical of Leni's unwitting brute strength.

"Awe…you two are so super cute together. I'm so glad I can be an aunt one day. I'm gonna take your kids to go see the beach, see movies, decorate and shop at the mall, maybe-"

"LENI!" Lori shouted as she and Bobby blushed.

"W…what?"

"You were my best girl for my wedding, so remember…Bobby and I aren't having kids until our careers are all set and midway."

"Ah man Lori…not even a little girl?"

"We are gonna have kids…just not immediately. But…if I want a babysitter and someone who makes, like, literally the best smoothies on Earth, you know who I'm contacting," Lori said with a wink.

"Okay….um….who actually?" Leni asked with a ditzy tone.

"Huuuu….you, ya silly ladybug. Now, the family is inside having a ball. Go check with them. Bobby and I," Lori said with a sultry tone in Bobby's ear, "are…gonna have some fun…right boo-boo bear?"

Bobby fainted in Lori's arms, before Lori flipped him on her shoulders and hugged Leni, before another sports car, sky-blue in color, fazed through the mall's windows and hovered right next to Lori holding Bobby and Leni.

Lori plopped a still unconscious Bobby in the passenger seat as she got in the driver's seat.

"Lori…promise…promise me you'll call me…more often, okay sis?" Leni seemingly asked out of nowhere before Lori took off.

Lori looked over with a warm, watery smile, and pulled Leni in a warm, snuggly hug.

"I will Leni. I promise. For now…Bobby's gonna be learning a couple of things about the mile-high club," Lori said with a sumptuous tone, Leni giggling ecstatically with her hands over her mouth.

"Ooooooo…..I don't get it," Leni said confused.

"….honestly Leni…like, literally, with your looks, it's a wonder how you're still a virgin. Well, hopefully a guy will find out your…gifts one day. Who knows…maybe you'll meet him here at the mall."

Leni blushed heavily, before Lori waived and took off in the sports car, both her, Bobby and the sports car fazing right through the mall's windows.

"Boy…I never get to see Lori lately. Glad I got a chance to see her. Now…for my family," Leni thought, before a wave of short siblings poured out like a small wave around her legs, the collective wafting of Lola, Lana, Lily and Lisa. All were dressed in robes of their choice colors, Lola in pure pink, Lana in dark navy blue, Lisa in forest green, Lily in magenta. They were rolling in a playful ball of robes, all tugging away and making their own various robe fashion designs with the same gusto as Leni would.

"Glad they got that going," Leni thought as she looked to the corner and saw her parents, Lynn Sr and Rita sleeping as they were being massaged by giant pearl-shaped beings, with huge eyes that glowed happiness on par with Leni's.

Leni walked past them, happy they were getting a massage so relaxing that they fell asleep. She saw multiple nanny robots with boutique fashion senses rush past her towards the four younger sibling-pile and supervise.

"Those ro-boes sure come in handy. I wonder what the rest are-" Leni thought, before she saw the collective activities of the other siblings. All around a large glassy fashion runway were the sisters showing off their respective robe styles that conformed to their respective body types, much closer than Leni would have thought possible. Lucy had a black, really black robe of course, while Lynn sported a sporty red one that outlined her trimmed lean elegant frame, Luan draped in a bright banana yellow robe that could barely contain her breasts, while Luna gyrated in a purple robe that too easily pronounced her already pronounced butt. They were walking up and down the catwalk runway, with every turn they did, the shades and designs on their robe outfits shifting while still maintaining their basic color schemes.

"Oh yeah, work that fashion girls! That is the totes bomb!" Leni called out, the girls looking overzealously over to Leni before they all plopped off the stage at the same time like cats landing on their paws, walking with style right to Leni.

"Leni! You were right. This is fun," Lynn said while twirling around.

"Yeah…I gotta admit. This is actually not as bad as I thought," Lucy replied with an uncharacteristically large smile, her eyes still characteristically covered by her dark black hair.

"I'll say, I'm glad you robed us into this. HA, get it?" Luan said with a jolly grin on her face.

"Oh man Leni. I should jam with this on at my next concert," Luna said with a glowing review.

Then they all said in unison, "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you Leni."

"Oh you, you sisters are the best," Leni said while pulling them into a big squeezing hug, them giving Leni and the nearest sister in their reach hugs also.

"This is so totally cool girls…but…where's Lincoln?"

"You didn't know?" Luna asked with some shock in her tone.

"Lincoln's working a little later tonight. Said he wanted to do something special and has a gift for you Leni," Lynn said explanatorily.

"Oh…I hope he doesn't work too late," Leni said with a tinge of disappointment.

"Well if you hurry, you might catch him on his break. He should be getting on it anytime soon," Luan said, now brushing off some images of bananas that seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

"Really? Is it still the main massage parlor down the mall?" Leni asked all the girls.

"Yup. Still there, still too bright and cheery as it's always been. Needs more darkness and black paint," Lucy slyly chimed in.

"Take your car over to him Leni," Luna said encouragingly. "While you have fun with bro, we're going window-shopping."

Leni waived them by as she saw them curiously haul around and buy some windows inside the robe store.

"Huh…I thought that was what window-shopping means."

She passed her sleeping parents and gave them quick hugs before the robe tornado of her youngest siblings swept up to her and hugged her, before they too went off in the endless wardrobe corners as the boutique robots kept after them.

"OH CARY! I NEED YOU!"

And in a flash, the talking aqua-green sports car popped up right in front of Leni.

"Hi Leni! Where to?"

"Take me…to the main massage parlor please cary."

"To Tender Deep Tissue? Got it Leni. And would you like a pineapple-vanilla-coconut-lindor white chocolate-whipped cream banana smoothie with cookie dough sprinkles?"

"Wow…that sounds like a spectacular combination."

As the car's gears pumped out a huge smoothie for Leni to relax and drink, she got in the car as it hovered; now going back towards the center of the mall. Only within a minute, Leni sucking down the entire thirty-six ounce drink, did Leni arrive at the relatively plain but attractive looking main massage parlor.

The inside was bustling with activity, numerous massage experts of nameless identity pawing at the bodies of many other nameless bodies.

"Hmmm…where's Lincy?"

Leni looked around, until a sign fazed in front of her saying "this way."

"Oh…thank you sign."

She went down the hall, then at a forked-hallway intersection. Another sign materialized.

"Thank you sign."

Down the middle hallway, it grew wider and wider until it was as wide as a tennis court, till at the very end was a large enclosed sauna room, steam billowing out as an animated figure that looked suspiciously familiar to Leni was rocking its head to a soothing pop-trance melody.

As Leni walked inside the steamy room, inside she saw it was being manned by none other than her little brother, Lincoln Loud, the one who was animated in the steamy environment, sweating profusely in his typical clothing with the minor change of his hair being even longer and wavy, more so than usual. He was massaging a random female customer's back and legs, before she got up, thanked Lincoln and tipped him graciously before she left the facility, winking at Leni.

"He's the best of the best Leni. Good luck girl."

"He is the best, isn't he," Leni replied back to herself silently as she blushed, the nameless woman dissipating into smoke. Lincoln huffed with his eyes closed, looking somewhat exhausted. With his eyes closed, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his leaned abs and streamline physique, even more trimmed and muscular from what looked like an intense massage he gave. Leni blushed profusely and involuntarily, finding the sight…extremely interesting and nerve-racking. Lincoln looked up and saw Leni.

"LENI! Hey sis! Sorry, the boss made me work a bit longer. I'm gonna clock out in a moment. Then we can go, okay?"

"Uhh…uuhhh…..uhh…okay," Leni stuttered as her focus was less directed from his face , instead to his stomach and chest. He walked back and changed, Leni trying to lean slightly and get a peek at the shadow motion that was Lincoln. When she realized he was getting fully undressed, she found herself drooling on herself accidently, saliva coursing down her bust.

Leni squeaked and grabbed a spare towel, wiping the tops of her breasts profusely.

"Ready?" Lincoln asked happily, Leni jerking in shock, throwing the towel in the corner. She turned to Lincoln with a sheepish, nervous grin. Lincoln was back in his standard blue jeans and orange polo, except the polo was slightly sucked into his sides, showing off his profile a bit more.

"Re…ready Lincy. So…the others told me you have a surprise for me?"

"Yup. It's gonna be totes awesome Leni. I hope you're gonna like it."

"I'm sure I'll like, totally love it Lincy," Leni said with a peppy tone as she snapped her fingers.

Nothing happened.

She tried again.

"Huh…thought my car would be here by now. Must be having a shake."

"Don't worry Leni," Lincoln said with a minor coo, snapping his fingers, as they both hovered up, Leni shrieking momentarily before Lincoln grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest.

Leni blushed profusely as Lincoln guided both floating bodies out of the massage parlor, out into the mall at extreme speed, Leni holding on Lincoln tight, her eyes wide, enjoying the superman-like rush flowing through her body.

"LINCOLN! THIS IS SO COOL! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?"

"I can't take all the credit Leni; you make me fly."

"Ohh…you sweet little brother you," Leni said as her cheeks went rosy red, Lincoln looking down with a strong, certain attitude in his expression.

"So, Leni. We gotta go to the beach for your surprise. Is that going to be okay?"

"So totes okay, like the best," Leni said happily as she snuggled and sunk into Lincoln's arms.

Suddenly down below she saw Luna, Luan, Lynn and Lucy woo-wooing for Lincoln and Leni up in the air.

"YOU'RE GONNA LOVE WHAT HE DID FOR YOU LENI! IT'S SO ROCKIN!"Luna roared out.

"I'LL SAY! IT'LL LIGHT YOUR WORLD!" Luan called out too.

Suddenly they all turned to Luan and shushed her.

"Don't spoil the surprise!" Lucy lowly monologue, Luan smiling awkwardly, before they all waived by to Leni and Lincoln as they flew right out of the mall.

Outside it became sunset, milky reds, purples and oranges with a tinge of encroaching dark night blue on the opposite horizon. They landed on a spot on the beach far out from the mall, it now in the far distance, both parallel to breaking tiny waves along a soothing shoreline.

"It's so beautiful out right now," Leni thought out loud.

"It is isn't it? Seems like it's prettier since you came out here."

"Oh Lincy! You're such a charmer," Leni with a tinge of embarrassment, before her breath lost its pace.

"Oh no…"

"What is it Leni?"

"It's…them?"

"Them who Leni?"

Leni pointed to a group of preppy high school and college guys walking right in their path on the beach, seemingly animating right out of nowhere.

"Oh look boys, it's the hot, witless wonder of Earth," one of them said with a curly brunette hairdo in yacht apparel. All the other guys smirked and chortled with this young, snotty looking man.

"…hi Justin," Leni weakly announced, "….hi guys."

"Leni, who are these guys?" Lincoln asked in concern, motioning his body to get ready to step in front of Leni, a divider between her and this bevy of bros.

"Lincy, there….all…my ex-boyfriends."

Lincoln looked stunned, counting the number of guys in the group.

"Twenty-four….twenty….eight….TWENTY-EIGHT GUYS! Wow…you've had a lot of boyfriends Leni," Lincoln opinioned.

"Little miss air-head prim-and-proper wouldn't give it up man. We thought she'd be an easy piece of ass. Figures how one of the hottest girls around is a complete dumb ass and too self righteous to let us do anything to her," another preppy guy said venomously, a really tall, blonde guy with a model-like expression.

"HEY! Watch your mouth bud; that's my sister you're talking about," Lincoln growled ferociously, now coming right in between her and this group.

"You don't gotta be coy little dude; you know and I know your sis is as ditzy and dumb as they come. Only reason we tried was cause she looked stupid enough for all of us to get her drunk and to pound that sweet little ass of hers."

"I SAID SHUT THE HECK UP!" Lincoln barked madly at them, Leni cowering now.

"Oh man, is she so dumb! Glad we all broke up with her when we figured she wasn't gonna be given it up. Status-symbol aside, why date the living incarnate of stupid, right guys?" one medium prep guy asked sarcastically before they all keeled over laughing, Leni now slouching sadly as she began slightly crying.

"I'm…I'm dumb. I'm…I'm just an object…I'm…not…a…person…a-"

"YES YOU ARE LENI!" Lincoln roared out as he jumped into the bevy of jerky preps and started beating them into pure shadows, one-by-one viciously tearing their limbs, heads and arms off, each one dissipating into a puff of dark clouds.

"LENI LOUD! YOU ARE ONE OF THE NICEST, SWEETEST, MOST KIND-HEARTED GIRLS I KNOW! DON'T EVER LISTEN TO THESE JERKS! THEY DON'T SEE HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE! I KNOW HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE!"

"LINCOLN!" Leni shouted in alarm, unable to see Lincoln. Her adrenaline kicked in as she ran into the puffy dark clouds that were once all her jerky boyfriends. Towards a clearing at the end, she saw Lincoln holding the collar of Justin, the first one to talk.

"Gee dude…it's like you're fighting for your maiden's honor."

He looked behind him to see Leni looking scared, and then turned to Lincoln, who was now giving a reassuring face to Leni, letting her know it was all okay. Justin suddenly laughed cruelly.

"Holy crap…it makes sense…figures, leave it to a bimbo to hook up with her little brother….why you did all this for your ditz of a sis…oh man that's disgusting…you're a horrible little brother dude, you're sick, sick in the head….you're totally banging the hell out of he-"

Suddenly a hand reached out and wrapped itself around Justin's head, squeezing down and causing it to explode out in a huge blood-red cloudy puff. Lincoln, noticing his hands were still grasping this guy's collar, dropped the motionless body, before it too dissipated into nothing.

Lincoln looked up into the red cloudy stream of dust. The huge, menacing figure with its arm still out was the source of the crushing grip that took out Justin. With sunglasses on her head still, glistening black and red all at the same time, the elegant, imposing figure slowly walked out. Leni's eyes looked absolutely frightening, her angular stressed eyes, with a few details in her pupils creating a harmful and creepy look extremely unlike the usual happy valley girl.

"….Leni?" Lincoln nervously called out, Leni still looking menacingly at the ground where Justin dissipated.

"Lincoln…is not…a horrible…little brother. He's…not sick…in the head...," Leni said lowly in the most threatening tone Lincoln ever heard uttered from her.

Leni then walked over to Lincoln, her expression morphing from furious hatred to giddy concern.

"Are you okay Lincy? Did they hurt you?"

"No…I'm good…but…are you okay?"

"As long as I got you Lincy, I'll always be good bro. So, how about we go see that surprise of mine," Leni said, her tone getting much jollier with a quick wink. Lincoln gave a warm smile.

"Awesome. We're almost in the right spot," Lincoln said, now running along the beach, the sunrise disappearing into a deep dark starry sky. Leni looked around, wondering how the light changed so quickly. She shrugged, running over to Lincoln, him now snapping his fingers and making several items pop up, a large bean bag chair and two fruit smoothies with little umbrellas in a stand. Lincoln ushered her to have a seat on the bean bag chair first.

"What a gentleman," Leni chirped as she took a seat, Lincoln taking a seat on the large bean bag with her, both almost snug next to one another.

"Is this my present Lincy? Cause if it is, it's really nice."

"Almost. This is to watch your present. If I got everything just right, you're going to seeing something…wicked."

"Wicked, you mean scary?" Leni asked in childish concern.

"No Leni, wicked, as in awesome."

"Oh, okay! Where is it? I don't see it?"

"One more second….and…..NOW!" Lincoln shouted, snapping his fingers, pointing to the horizon. Leni suddenly saw a huge flash of light right above the horizon, heading at an angle close to them, before an enormous bright light green flash enveloped everything in sight.

The flash didn't hurt or blind them strangely, and as it disappeared, Leni saw one of the most astounding sights ever.

"Lincoln….is….is that…me?"

"Yup," Lincoln said proudly, as a huge northern light-like show danced in the spitting image of Leni Loud, taking nearly all of the visible sky around them. With the moon in the background, Lincoln twirled his fingers, motioning the aurora borealis Leni look-alike to dancing movements and playing around the moon. Lincoln looked next to him, to see Leni crying.

"Leni…are you okay?"

"Lincy," Leni sniffed, in a slight stutter, "…this is…like…one of the nicest…most beautiful things I've ever seen. I've dreamt of dancing with the moon ever since I was a little girl. How…how'd-"

"I got my sources. I wanted to give you the best, closest thing I could think of. You brighten my day Leni, and so…I kinda thought…you might like to see yourself playing with the moon….is it okay? I think it's my best work yet."

"It really is Lincy…thank you so very much little brother," Leni said happily and heavily with tears down her cheeks, Lincoln blushing…followed by Leni blushing. Both leaned in to each other closer and closer, then a little closer….

Suddenly a big wave washed right over them, soaking them to the marrow in ocean water that was as hot as a hot tub, their bodies and the sand around them steaming. They were tussled in the waters, now both lying on the shores. Everything was drifting out in the shallows, bobbing up and down erratically.

Leni and Lincoln looked at the scene and themselves, laughing hardily at what just happened, before they both noticed…Leni was on top of Lincoln.

Both blushed, giving each other a nudging hug and several awkward smiles.

"You know Lincy…if you weren't…you know…my brother…you'd be my kind of guy."

"I…I know Leni. It's a shame, cause you really are a sweet, wonderful woman. I hope you can find someone one day that legitimately cares about you."

"You…you know what Lincy?"

"What's that Leni?"

"I…I kinda feel…like I already found someone that cares about me like that…and I'm staring at him right now."

Lincoln and Leni now blushed even harder than before, both looking nervously to their sides.

"Wow Leni…that's…whoa," Lincoln stuttered out unintelligibly.

"Lincy? I…I think there's worse things out there than…what we could have."

"Well…yeah….YEAH! Like those jerk ex-boyfriends of yours. They don't realize how wonderful a human being you are. You're not some piece of property to be exploited! You're a woman, and should be treated as su-"

"Lincy!?"

"Uhh…Leni?"

"Lincy….Lincoln…I'd like to…to…I'd like…to," Leni stammered, before giving in and leaning all the way into Lincoln's face, now giving him a firm but gentle and deep kiss. Lincoln's eyes went wide.

"AHUH! I'M SORRY LINCY! I DIDN'T-"

"LENI! IT'S…it's okay. I…I know how you feel."

"…I'm sorry Lincoln. I…I know these feelings…they're like, totally not right and un-totes, but…I just can't help it. I'm sorry…I'm…I'm sorry."

"Well Leni…there are worse things in the world…and…you know what? I'd say…don't help it…it was actually…a really nice kiss," Lincoln replied back carefully, Leni smiling gently with tears in her eyes. Lincoln wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Lincoln…Lincoln…Lincy…" Leni trailed off, before Lincoln leaned up and kissed Leni, now both of them making out profusely on the beach as warm hot ocean waves rolled up and around them one after the other in glistening moonlight as the dancing light-Leni faded away. Leni continued to tear as she kissed Lincoln, now feeling her body involuntarily and tepidly grind against Lincoln. Lincoln suddenly wrapped his arms around Leni and flipped her on her back, making out momentarily before he tenderly kissed her neck, going down her breasts as she squeaked in tenderly excitement, feeling Lincoln's lips go down her body, making their way down to her groin area.

Leni suddenly shrieked as Lincoln started going down with such gentle ferocity that every nerve in her body could feel all the ungodly sensations Leni was nowhere near accustom to.

"Oh…Lincy…both…both of them….both…of thAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Leni Loud shrieked wide awake, screaming terrified into her multiple bed covers, her covered eye mask and cheeks soaked in tears, her body convulsing violently in bizarre quakes, her groin the epicenter, her breathing completely out of sync with her blinking.

Two nine-second body pulsations rocked her elegant yet sturdy frame, this response being the true test of Leni's bodily fortitude as her mind raced and nearly collapsed on her.

Once the major pulses in her body subsided, she froze in catatonic shock, her face petrified in horror…realizing what she just dreamed…what she just imagined subconsciously in her dream…how it ended…the way it did…with Lincoln.

"…no…no," Leni weakled cried out in her covers, taking her sleeping mask off; her eyes spoke nothing less than terrified depression, the complete opposite of Leni Loud. She wiped her teary face and cheek, rubbing the covers on her drenched face. She laid back, trying to regain her breathing patterns. She was successful, but Leni's dream…it was so…surreal.

"Why?" Leni asked out loud.

"Why…why did I have that dream again?"

She whimpered into her covers, now becoming aware of how moist and soaked her groin was.

"Did…I wet the bed again…but not like the regular "wet the bed"?"

Leni rubbed her legs together, feeling the thick slick state her thigh's nerve endings could detect. She rubbed them closer, feeling how easily they glided past one another.

"It's…the other kind of "wet the bed" Leni huffed out in defeat, popping out of bed and slipping her panties off quickly, getting a new pair on. Luckily her night gown had not been around that area, it getting pulled up a tad towards her belly button while she slept.

She rolled back into her covers, putting her arms over her face, doing a task she knew herself she was not the best of the best at…thinking.

"How many times…with him…go away bad thoughts! Please! Please bad thoughts…go away," Leni begged like a scared child, putting her face into her hands and crying lightly.

"These are not good dreams...I mean...they are nice in a very deep, strange way… they are good dreams...they're dreams that make me happy…but I know I shouldn't be dreaming these dreams. And, I know shouldn't feel good...feeling really good…really happy in them."

Leni tossed and turned, her bright blonde hair brushing against her nose and face in uncharacteristically messy fashion.

"I hope this stops soon. That's gotta be...what, the third time I've dreamed with...and about...Lincoln, like that."

Leni breathed in and out slowly, relaxing her extremely troubled state to the best of her abilities. With every slow, heavy breath, she hoped nice, normal dreams would willingly come to her...instead of the other kind.

"I...I think I might be a bad person for having these dreams...I don't feel bad...I don't like bad things...but the way Lincoln makes me feel...does that make me a bad person on the inside? Am I a bad person...for dreaming about him that way?" Leni questioned legitimately as she rubbed her heart, feeling it strained and morose. She looked at her clock on the wall, a combo design with moonlight draped over a sandy beach at night. this gave Leni the heebie jeebies, a major unsettling reminder of the setting and events that took place towards the tail-end of her rather sensual and close dreamscape.

"3:57 AM...I need to go back to sleep," Leni quietly opinioned, followed by a big yawn escaping her and another dab at her eyes, a few small tears still making their way down her rosy concerned cheeks.

"I'm sorry Lincoln...I'm sorry for having these dreams about you. I don't mean it...it...just...happens."

As she slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, before all at once finding herself drift right back into deep sleep…back onto the beach.

7:32 AM

In the now lowly-lit hallway of the second floor of the Loud House, the only commotions going on about were the pets drearily moving quietly in unison down the hallway from Lola and Lana's bedroom down to the stairs, proceeding to the kitchen to fill up on water and food, and use the doggy door to make their various evacuations.

Right as they got down the stairs, three doors opened up simultaneously, followed by the stepping out of a Loud sister from each doorway. With the stressed, bewildered and annoyed expressions planted on their usually happy faces, Luan, Lynn and Leni all stared at each other with extreme questioning in their eyes, then all focusing towards the bathroom door.

It was jarred open.

They all squinted with extreme, competitive and retaliatory eye motions. Their temperatures seemed to rise up to boiling point, individual tensions raised to their critical mass, all knowing each one needed use of the bathroom early in the morning and its various supplies…some for very personal reasons. Were it not for their muddled, overtaxed moods and tumultuous nights...they could probably work something out. Otherwise...it seemed like an irrational, volatile crock-pot of anxiety, anger, sadness, confusion and depression was circulating each of the sisters, ready to be unleashed on one another, the tensions seemingly frothing high and mighty in the air more so than in a very long while...before a seemingly spontaneous and out-of-the-blue flame was lit under the whole explosive pile.

8:25 AM

Morning time. The small Harry Potter-like closet for the only sleeping male teen in the house was still and relaxed, a testament to Lincoln's unusually wonderful, deep and full sleep, even if he had some dreams that normally would give him serious pause, namely those like the prior night.

He had little to nothing to worry about, especially the other party's opinions of his thoughts, drive and feelings.

Lincoln's eyes slowly opened up, finding himself feeling like he was utterly content and accepting of the world, the way it was, how it would go, how it might go…everything was peaceful in those blank, processing opening thoughts of the white-haired Romeo.

Lincoln mumbled unintelligibly, before a happy, still slightly sleepy smile plastered on his face, remembering with an armada playback of what transpired…and wake of what came of it.

"Heh…dang…I'm…in a secret relationship with Luna…butterflies in my stomach still," Lincoln jovially said as he felt his leaned waist, his heart nearly skipping a beat.

As he pulled himself out of bed, he noticed his sheets were darn near right off his frame, almost the maximum amount of blood in his body flooded to his groin still. A physical manifestation to his dream world in a way.

"Ah yes…you're still a jerk…but, I guess I gotta get use to you doing that…everytime I think about her," Lincoln opinioned in a rather awkward yet happy tenor.

As Lincoln clothed himself for the day, taking great measures to fix his bed, he noticed small imprints in his carpet…tiny ones.

"…huh….small footprints? Gotta be Lucy's I guess. She's the only one who'd usually in my room with tiny feet like that. But I thought I walked over those yesterday? The marks look…kinda new? There should be no marks. Maybe….Nahhh…I'm over-thinking that," Lincoln said, finding the idea of Lucy slinking around his room at night unknowingly unlikely, given how honest and respectful Lucy was with personal space.

"Now, to great everyone a wonderful morning….especially…" Lincoln trailed off as he blushed, thinking about Luna.

"I…wonder what she'll be wearing. Maybe same-old same-old, something new? Ah, who cares….it's Luna…" Lincoln grinned goofily as he was about to leave his room for the day and hang out with his family.

He slipped his shoes on, headed out the door and closed it behind him. Lincoln closed his eyes, taking in several large jolly breaths, prepping himself with extreme delight for the day's wonders and happy strides he'd be pursing, overtly and covertly.

Opening his eyes with a big "hello world, I love you" smile, he found the surroundings strangely dull, quite and spookishly still…like a ghost town.

"What the heck? Where is everybody?"

Lincoln slowly walked around the hallways, curious and concerned, before an annoying thought occurred to him.

"Did they all go somewhere and forget me again? Criminy! It's like Home Alone in this house sometimes!" Lincoln huffed with an annoyed breath, jarring open Lisa and Lily's room.

"Not here."

He checked over in Lola and Lana's room.

"No one…nope."

He slowly walked down the red-carpeted hallway over to Lynn and Lucy's door.

"Don't tell me they went to the mall without me? I really really wanted to go back to the Japanese Emporium."

Lincoln gave a quick knock, before he slowly began opening the door.

Suddenly intense pitter-pattering of soft footsteps headed blaring from behind the door, followed by Lucy running out light speed and halting Lincoln from coming inside. Her face looked morosely alarmed, plain as usual but alert and on call.

"…sorry….morning Lincoln. I…suppose you wanna know what that was about?"

"Uh…yeah, and a good morning to you Lucy."

"I wouldn't use the word "good" in this context right now."

"Why? What's up? Where is everybody?"

"Mom and Dad took Lily, Lisa, Lola and Lana out for some chores, and the rest…."

"The rest what Lucy?"

"…be as it may, I'm watching Lynn right now; she's cooling off."

"Cooling off? What's up with Lynn?"

"Lincoln…we're in Sister Fight Protocal right now. We tried to stay clear of your room for a little while, but it's only a matter of time-"

Lincoln interrupted with the most annoyed, infuriated, and flabbergasted but understanding huff imaginable.

"…dang it; thought this'd be a nice morning, and I wouldn't have to deal with this stupid crud anytime soon. Okay…sister fight protocol. Who's the who, what's the what?"

Lucy stayed strangely silent for a few moments. She looked away thinking.

"Lucy?"

"…you should go talk to Luna. She knows what the situation is, and she's in charge right now."

"Well…at least I got that going out of this stupid asinine protocol," Lincoln quietly opinioned, Lucy hearing but not following up.

"So, where is Luna right now Lucy?"

"Luna's watching the kitchen…keeping guard of Luan."

"Okay…wait…LUAN? LYNN AND LUAN HAD A FIGHT?!"

"Lincoln….it's not as simple as you may think. Just please…go down and talk to Luna."

"Al…alright Lucy…thanks…for letting me know what's up…partially at least. And tell Lynn I told her good morning. Hopefully that might drop her temperature…maybe…probably not," Lincoln trailed off lazily.

"Probably not, but I'll give it a try. Lynn's…seriously on edge right now."

Lincoln turned around with his hands in his pockets, scowl and unhappy plainness of expression slowly surfacing on his face as he headed for the stairs.

Lucy suddenly spoke up quickly.

"Lincoln!?"

"Yeah Lucy?"

"Lincoln I…I…I agree about the sister fight protocol. Just…I'm sorry for the day you're about to have. Some things are a sister-thing…but I know deep down your heart is in the right place."

Lincoln looked down to his shoes, kicking at the small strands of carpeting sticking out.

"It's okay Luc…I…I'll deal with it."

Lincoln left downstairs deflated, unenthusiastically and in mental preparation for the day he was about to be thrown into.

"Butt-out and let them resolve it on their own…makes sense when you're not the one being screwed over in the process…oh wait…I'm the one that gets screwed the most in the process! Frickin stupid-ass protocol!"

It was no secret he loathed and detested these episodic "brawl in the family" periods and scenes, finding it moronic and stupid to the ninth degree how he had to be the most affected and afflicted when two or more of his sisters…seemingly only the older ones, who had a beef with one another, would drag Lincoln out in the ordeal of the fight and other sister's rather cumbersome maintenance-of-the-peace like a dog still tied to the back bumper of a moving vehicle.

"Well…I sure hope it's gonna be a short fight protocol today," Lincoln thought while paused a couple steps down.

"This is one of those times I wish Clyde hadn't had to move…DAMN IT! Everything gets ruined when my older sisters fight like this; everything comes to a grinding halt, any fun I wanna have, whatever it it…it sucks! In fact…come to think of it…how come if Lori's gone, we're still doing this? We haven't done a sister-fight-protocol since Lori moved out. And another thing; why is it that I can help resolve a fight situation with the twins, or even a fight between Lucy and Lynn…like the time Lynn bunked with me for those few days, and then I got them back as roommates…but when I try and help resolve fights between older sisters, it goes automatically to sister fight protocol? What's with that hypocritical garbage?"

He got down the stairs still thinking.

"That's some serious bullshit," Lincoln thought in silent triggered outrage.

Lincoln paused and looked around the living room; he saw their parent's bedroom boarded up with yellow and orange caution tape, warning to stay away and keep quiet.

"Whoa…Luan can't be in there, can she? She's suppose to be in the kitchen being guarded by-"

Lincoln trailed off, seeing Luna guard the entrance to the kitchen, leg up blocking the path to entry. She looked over and smiled happily towards him, Lincoln giving a more reserved smile. He walked over to her, still distracted with his thoughts on this sister fight protocol haberdashery.

"Come to think of it…how could all my younger sisters know about the sister fight protocol, even Lily…yet I lived here for a solid eleven years, at least nine that were more conscious of my surroundings… and never getting told this? Never being once told prior to the infamous Lori-Leni dress deal that they, the sisters of the house, developed a protocol for these kind of fights. It's like a big giant gap in the logic of this reality," Lincoln thought, smiling on semi-autopilot as he got closer and closer to Luna, feeling his brain split the reactions and wants his body had; to kiss Luna.

"Now not might be a good time," he said lowly, Luna's eyes closed while she was silently rocking her head to a tune she must have been playing in her head.

Lincoln tapped on her shoulder. Luna opened her eyes and looked down seeing Lincoln, smiling conservatively. Her mood went from just okay…to a rocket to the moon.

"Yo bro! You're a sight for sore eyes," Luna said happily yet quietly, leaning down and wrapping Lincoln into a big voluptuous hug, purposely pulling in his head towards her breasts and pressing his mouth and lips on her freckled bosom.

Lincoln comically struggled to breath, wiggling his arms about.

"Ahhh, come on dude? Who else is gonna deckle my freckles? Tee hee."

Luna let Lincoln go, accustomed to the hugs but still warped in the face.

"LUNA! SOM…..one of the sisters could be watching!"

"Relax Lincoln. Lynn and Lucy are upstairs, Luan's in the kitchen cooling down, and Leni is in Mom and Dad's room, so-"

"HOLY HELL! LENI'S INVOLVED TOO?!"

"Ssssshhhhhhh! Guessing Lucy told you what happened?"

"Uh…not quite, only that Luan and Lynn had a fight, and that she was watching over Lynn."

"That's about two-thirds right. This morning I wake up to some kinda rumbling outside my room. I hear some messed-up stuff, run out and see outside the bathroom Lynn, Luan and Leni in one of the worst fights I've seen in a long time here," Luna said with some somber alarm in her tone.

"It…was pretty bad Lincoln…I had to call out for Lucy and the twins to help me get them off each other; they've never been so vicious and deranged with one another…it was one hell of a throw-down."

Lincoln stood stunned, now extremely concerned and wanting to full-blown intervene into what could have transpired between not just two, but three of the Loud sisters to cause such a huge feud.

"Is…is it really that bad? Bad enough to lock Leni in Mom and Dad's room like that?"

"Dude…Leni insisted on that. I thought just crashing in there would be enough, but…when she gets angry, and not even like that time with the blue dress and Lori…but…this strange new…dark Leni…damn dude, I'm glad you weren't there to see it."

Luna looked worryingly over to their parent's bedroom, blinking erratically in concern. Lincoln looked excessively alarmed at the door on cue with Luna as well.

"Luan and Lynn…Lynn's fighting style was kinda a given….but Luan…." Luna trailed off, putting her hands over her face and pulling them down, the encounter she must have had with all three still truly troubling her. Lincoln got alarmed by this reaction.

"L…Luna?"

Luna pulled Lincoln to the couch and sat down with an awkward, stressed thud. Lincoln put his hand on her leg, her weakly smiling and grabbing his hand in return.

"Lincoln…you're gonna wanna try and stay clear of everyone today. If you need something from the kitchen, let me know now. Gotta follow sister-fight-protocol on this one dude," Luna said warmly, Lincoln giving the opposite reaction Luna was expecting, him a begrudging, rather moody huff with an annoyed face. Luna was taken aback by his involuntary reaction.

"W…what?"

"Nothing…nothing Luna. So, where do you want me to hang out today?"

Luna looked up.

Lincoln followed suit.

"…the attic?"

"Would…you mind bro? I gotta feeling things are gonna get crazy, and I don't want you in the crossfire's like last time. Just promise me you won't try and intervene...you remember what happened?"

"Yeah…I remember wanting everyone to get along again, and putting a halt to the house going on lockdown and me sticking my foot in my mouth, exacerbating the situation…but with good intent I still argue," Lincoln slyly and shrewdly added, Luna giving a curious wonder look to him.

"I suppose getting breakfast out of the kitchen is out of the question then?"

"Yup. Sorry bro, still off limits. I'll whip up something for you though…How about a BLT? And…would you like a glass of milk with that?" Luna said with a sly, sultry voice, grinning with her eyes half-closed, pretending to put an invisible cup of milk near her crotch, then jerking the cup up, making a spurting noise, followed by a quick, quiet grown. Lincoln blushed a tiny bit, but was still feeling his spirits dropped down to not get fully on board with the teasing.

"Sure…okay," Lincoln said distantly as he turned around and headed upstairs, still lost in thought, leaving Luna high and dry…feeling dejected. Luna frowned in somewhat hurt sadness, feeling Lincoln's rather apparent tensions to this situation.

"I…I'm sure he'll be okay. He's probably just mad about having to spend some time up in the attic…again…cause of the sister protocol. I'll have to repay him on Halloween night," Luna thought, hopeful she could blow the night out for Lincoln…in more ways than one.

Luna's walkie-talkie on her waist activated.

"Black-Wolf to Bowie-Swag, emergency alert! Do you read? Over."

It was Lucy calling over.

"Bowie-Swag to Black-Wolf, read you loud and clear. What's up? Over."

"Golden Retriever has left room. In motion…was not able to stop…tied up, but can get myself out in a few moments…sigh…I'm sorry Luna; she overpowered me easily and is heading for the kitchen. Over."

"Dang it…roger Lucy….Black-Wolf. Still here at kitchen guarding entrance. Will intercept. Over."

"Roger Bowie-Swag. How's Juggernaut-Comica and Blonde-Beast? Over."

"Juggernaut-Comica is seething but cooling down still. Blonde-Beast is still isolated in Duo-Birther's room. Over."

"Roger Bowie-Swag. Will be down in a moment…when I get myself untied. And one more question? Over."

"Yeah Black-Wolf? Over."

"…you think…we still need the sister-fight-protocol? Over?"

"Until these three kiss and make up, we don't have much of a choice. It's even harder with only you and me watching this situation. We got lucky with Leni voluntarily quarantining herself…what a savage…but we are still on a skeleton crew. Hopefully this whole thing boils over. Luan's in the kitchen making coconut cream jello now, so that should distract her…hopefully…over."

"Me too…over."

Luna put the walkie-talkie back along her side and briskly walked inside the kitchen, seeing Luan hum unnecessarily loud, most likely keeping her mind distracted while she assembled the ingredients. Her face was almost plain minus the tiniest of a scowled grin plastered on her face. The task she was doing though seemed to be helping in diffusing her volatility.

Luna put her hand on Luan's shoulder, Luan turning around quickly and giving Luna a small smile.

"Hi sis."

"Hey Luan…sorry, gotta move you in a moment. Lynn's coming down here."

"So?"

"So…it's Lynn," Luna said with an annoyed tone, "I just had to pry you, her and Leni off one another. Come on sis, just set the ingredients to the side. I wanted you to cool off in here, not start a big project."

"It's not a cooking project Luna. It's just jello. You love this jello anyways, and I was just cooling off, and know what? I don't care if she comes down, her or Leni; let them…let her see what happens when you start crap with me," Luan lowly growled out that last part, Luna frowning now.

"Come on miss comedian, don't be stubborn about this. I don't want another tussle between any of you."

"I'll be stubborn all I want," Luan said with venomous sweetness, before continuing onwards.

"I had dibs on the bathroom first. It was totally uncalled for what they pulled," Luan uncharacteristically fumed about her siblings.

"Look, I don't wanna take sides in any of this, but you sure you three aren't blowing this outta proportion?"

"Hell no! They're at fault and that was totally uncalled for…all of us might have been unhinged a bit for some reason or another, but you know what, I was closest to that bathroom first…I think….no, No! I know I was closest to the bathroom! And how come you're not siding with me?" Luan asked with angr hurt towards Luna, Luna giving a curled brow to Luan in response.

"Because…last time I heard one side of a story and only believed them…you and I got into a serious argument…and we ganged up on poor Lincoln, you remember?"

Luan's angry certain face disappeared quickly. She remembered…that morning when her and Luna got into a heated argument, telling one another how they listened to the other sister, both stories conflicting and battling as they took sides with the older sister they spent the night with. Luan's gut morbidly convulsed when she remembered…and re-watched the scene of her and Luna really heating up on one another over the disagreement, Lincoln ran over to try and diffuse the situation…only for both her and Luna to glare daggers at Lincoln, like they were about to attack him.

"You remember…don't you," Luna said sadly but sternly.

"How…how could I forget," Luan trailed off, remembering how Luna was scooped up by Lola…and the worst part of all this…Luan grabbed Lincoln by his collar, almost assuredly ready to pound the living daylights out of him in a vicious, uncalled for assault.

" I saw that footage with you too Luan…we were both out of control…we let our tempers and disagreement get the better of us…all because of some stupid dress disagreement."

"I…I know," Luan said weakly, remembering how horrible she felt when she reviewed that footage.

"I…I never wanna look at Lincoln like that again…what the hell was I doing?"

"We were stressed by the situation…Lincoln may not have helped it with his meddling, but we didn't need to compound it with our arguing…that made things worse, we know that now. And Lincoln knows to avoid us like the plague during sister-fight-protocol."

"Luna….I still hate that I did that…I was gonna hurt him," Luan croaked out, stopping what she was doing, putting the jello-mix in the bowl to the side and dropping to the ground, curling up and weakly crying. Luna dropped and held on to her.

"Come on Luan. I think Lincoln forgives us on that whole ordeal. Please? I want some of that jello!"

"Luna…I'm sorry me, Leni and Lynn ruined this morning…I promise I'll make up to you."

"You better. I had plans with Linc today," Luna said with a saucy smile, making Luan giggle, before Leni slowly walked in with closed eyes, then opening them. Luna looked past Leni, seeing their parent's door pulled right off the hinges.

"Dang…" Luna said openly. Luan gave a scowling face to Leni. Leni gave one back, Luna pulling her walkie-talkie.

"Bowie-Swag to Black-Wolf. Emergency. Need back-up, NOW!...LUCY! OVER!"

"Black-Wolf to Bowie-Swag…still tied down…can't get up…Lynn's knots are stronger than I thought…sigh…over."

"Damn it! I'm on my own? Over?"

"Sorry Bowie-Swag…unless you can get someone to untie me…Prodigal White-Hair maybe…you might be on your own…over."

"Great! What else can go wrong?"

Lynn then suddenly walked into the kitchen, moody in expression, Luan and Leni looking over to her, all three eyeing one another in the most brutal fashions.

"…bathroom hogs," Lynn said with a sour tone.

"Inconsiderate dunderheads," Luan piped up growlingly.

"….dum-dummies," Leni said, trying to sound harsh, but it not working well, switching back to her frame as her intimidating call-card.

"…I'm fucked. CHRIST! WHAT THE FUCK CAUSED THIS!"Luna moaned out, before the metaphorical ding-ding snapped.

"Shit…this is gonna be a sucky long-ass day," Luna opinioned as the others started getting into each other's faces.

12:45 PM

For the last few hours Lincoln watched several movies on his personal portable DVD player, all the while telling himself in mantra-style to not intervene or try help resolving the situation between Luan, Leni and Lynn…and possibly now after the large amount of time since seeing Luna and Lucy…they most likely got into the brawl too. That seemed to be a trend…it cascades into positive feedback of confrontations going down sister-by sister, until some magical reset is done independent of Lincoln's knowledge or how the conflicts were resolved.

Given the apparent and rather ridiculous fickle nature of these rare situations, Lincoln always made sure to have arrangements and stock-piled supplies secretly housed in the attic, in the event that sister-fight-protocol would be implemented. Luckily they were relatively rare…five or six times a year, so every time they happened, or looked like they were going to happen, he went to Clyde's to crash. Yet without that element, Lincoln knew he needed some kind of safehouse to stay in, since the sisters would unequivocally shanghais his room and his bed, kicking him out coldly and brutally every time.

The attic.

It'd be the worst spot to house a sister, and since they never really went up there too often and commonly didn't like it up there minus Lana; it'd be the perfect safe spot to be in, with the right modified accommodations, comforts and leisure's.

Still, while watching the original Total Recall, his conscious half-invested, while sipping a warm can of Dr. Pibb and eating some old Honey and Oat bars hidden in the boxes around him, he stewed, thinking about how he categorically hated the sister-fight-protocol…not even just the protocol, divide and isolate…but his sister's unanimously asserting the point that it was he…Lincoln, who last time in the big Lori-Leni fight that spiraled out of control… fixed everything…by leaving.

If that wasn't a slap to the face to someone who was just trying to help his sisters and end conflicts, he didn't know what was.

"Man…that day blew. It wasn't bad enough that everything was just warped all to hell during all their constant fighting…I just…wanted to help…I want to help now…and this is me helping apparently, sitting on my ass watching Total Recall…the Total Recall part isn't bad though…been wanting to re-watch it again," Lincoln tried thinking positively, actually wanting to watch the movie again after not remembering the last time he watched it.

Suddenly the attic door was slowly opened, the wood and metal frame rust aching and moaning from the change in orientation. Lincoln paused his movie and saw it was Luna, a smile on her face, even though she looked like she was just thrown into a twister, scratches, band aids and bruises galore all over her body. She winked happily towards him silently, walking over with a sense of rejuvenated pep, arguably the site of Lincoln giving her some degree of rejuvenation. In her hand was a plate of food, not of a BLT, but Lincoln's favorite, a peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwich. Luna winced looking at it.

"Here bro…nearly threw up in my mouth making this for you."

"Ha ha!" Lincoln said with a pouty smile, but gratefully taking the plate of awesome lunch Luna made for him. Lincoln invited her next to him, Luna bending down and snuggling up with him, both relaxing comfortably and silently into one another, Luna resting her head on his chest as the scene shifted to Arnold Schwarzenegger's character Douglas Quaid entering the red light district bar "The Last Resort," looking around and looking for Melina, before being told by the bar tender that she's busy, but Mary next to him is free….available, as Mary corrects, before showing off her three boobs.

Luna growls and whistles at the scene, Lincoln giving a curious, smiling look to her, before Luna sheepishly smiles back to him.

"You really do have a thing for boobs, don't you?"

"NO….not really…maybe…a little bit….kinda…"

"You're not helping your own case…and you know one's fake, right?"

"So? It's still a rockin cool scene!"

"Well…if I like boobs, I guess it's cool for you too, I mean, can't have a double standard in our relationship, right?"

Luna smiled, then sporadically trying to push hers apart inside her shirt to make the form of a third one like the three-boobed Mary girl…unsuccessfully.

"Dang…how'd they do that?" Luna asked perplexed.

"Don't fret Luna…I bet yours are bigger, or at least equal to all three put together."

"Awwww, thanks Linc."

"It's…interesting for you to be into that though, don't you think?"

"Why is that interesting little bro? Boobs are awesome and stellar things. I love mine, they're fun to play and mess around with…fun to screw with you with," Luna said hard and heavy as she shimmied some of her shirt down, showing Lincoln cleavage he hadn't seen since they all went to the swimming pool earlier that summer…it was certainly interesting he remembered…how awkward it was playing chicken with his older sisters…in their bikinis.

Lincoln got a tinge red and laughed from a thought, more of a question that popped in his head, throwing Luna off for a second.

"W…what bro?"

"Hey Luna, don't take this the wrong way…and I don't think you're bisexual… but are you kinda…curious?"

Luna sat with a thoughtful mind, thinking for seconds before answering.

"Well….I…I guess I kinda am. I mean…I'm pretty sure I swing straight a good ninety-five percent of the time…and you're my gold standard of course," Luna warmly said, rubbing Lincoln's hair into a loving mess, Lincoln smiling happily back at her, "…but…I've seen some girls in high school and college that…you know…they caused me to pause a bit…question myself a couple of times…they were packing some serious boobage…but none like Luan, she's off the frickin charts. But…then….you know…"

"Know what Luna?"

"Till…you…the more you…the more I liked you…more and more…and more…and more and more and more…until "like" wasn't exactly the best word to describe how I began subconsciously feeling about you dude," Luna said with a gentle grin as Lincoln smiled back.

"Same…same with me…my rocker gal," Lincoln said lowly, nuzzling up his nose into her cheek, Luna blushing. He then went back to his Dr. Pibb, taking a long drink. Luna then got a curious thought.

"Say bro…you ever have those kind of thoughts too?"

"N…no, not that I can think of any."

Luna looked at him skeptically.

"Come on bro, you can tell me…you know I won't take offense. We all go through a phase. You know my…little proclivities, you can tell me yours."

Lincoln honestly tried hard thinking on this one.

"Well…I guess there was one time…but…"

"But what bro?"

"I…okay, I honestly thought this was a girl. I mean…this person…looked a hell of a lot like a girl from behind, and I include the "behind" too," Lincoln said in emphasized quotation marks.

"And yet…"

"Come on bro, don't leave me hanging!"

"When this person turned around, I gradually understood, and was like "Holy shit! That's not a woman!"

Luna made a small smile, like a prelude smile to a major laughing episode.

"It turns out that it was a guy in middle school, a grade above me, that had a lot of feminine features to his body…besides that one time, I can't think of anything else."

Luna's face suddenly contorted with laughter.

"Bro! HA! You're…you're attracted to femininity…not the same as getting turned on by elements of the same sex. Your brain just thought it was a girl. Your brain tricked you dude…but, that wasn't what I meant."

"Oh…really?"

"Yeah dude. I was alluding to something like you ever getting an urge to get sucked or suck a guy off."

Lincoln horrifically sprayed Dr. Pibb out of his mouth and nose as his eyes bulged like never before, Luna's comment hitting him like a comet hitting a small insect. Luna proceeded to just rolling all over laughing it up.

"OH! HA…OW MY SIDES! HA HA HA! LINC! THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE! I GOTTA…"

Luna paused her laughing-yelling fit, before pulling her phone out and snapping a pic of the mortified Lincoln.

"Yup…this is gonna be my new cell phone screen saver….HHAAAAHAHAHAHHA!"

Lincoln gave the laughing form that was Luna a sour look, before deciding to something extremely impulsive and un-Lincoln like, to totally catch her off guard.

"Hey Luna!"

"WH…WHAT'S UP?!"

Lincoln made a gargle sound as he pretended to gurgle quite a large invisible, lengthy thing in his mouth, making slurping sounds while motioning his hand back and forth.

Luna shot red, eyes blown out of their sockets almost, her now going dead silent.

"Heh…hush-mode now? Leaves you kinda speechless…don't it," Lincoln smirked, feeling happy to have beaten Luna at their little game.

"Damn dude…if you weren't straight…you might actually have given Lynn a run for her money."

"Go screw yourself Luna!"

"I have mate…many times."

Both looked at each other, before they burst out laughing into each other's arms.

"Dang did I need that!" Lincoln whimpered under a laugh.

"I know! That was killer funny bro. So…you've never thought about guys? Honestly?"

"Honest Luna. Guess I'm as straight as they come."

"Well…good. I don't want the competition…but I think you like your women with a bit more proximity to your blood on the tree branch of life, if you get my meaning," Luna said lushly, rolling on top of Lincoln, him still laughing under his breath.

"And I guess you like your women with large breasts? Five percent of the time?"

"Maybe…but don't worry about them dude, cause ain't nothin gonna pry us apart," Luna whispered, leaning in to plant a delicate kiss on him, Lincoln wrapping his arms around her frame as they sweetly made out for a few moments.

"Uh…he…..hey….Lu….Luna?" Lincoln mouthed while Luna was still prying her tongue into his mouth, severely negating his ability to talk.

"What is it Linc?" Luna said in awkward speak while still wiggling and slithering her monstrously long tongue inside and out of his mouth.

"You've been up here for a little bit. Did everyone make up downstairs? Cause if they have, I'd-"

"Negative lover-boy; there was another big tussle earlier after you left, and I managed to get them each locked in several spaces around the house."

"Let me guess…one's in my room?"

"Yup…Lynn. Lucy's playing warden for the three since there's no way they're all busting out, not unless they really, really wanna go at it at one another purposely, and I don't think they really want to."

"You think it's too much for Lucy to handle?"

"It is…yeah, kinda is a bit steep for her, but I wanted just a little bit of time with you before I go back down and play main warden again with them. This morning has sucked something big…like what you pretended to so perfectly earlier."

"Oh ha ha ha, very funny."

"So…anyways…I needed some Lincoln time," Luna purred, rubbing her cheek against his.

"And in general, I wanna hang out with you more…you know, just hang out. Doesn't have to be lovey-dovey, but old-school hangin, you know? I love that stuff."

"Me too Luna. Can't do that while sister-fight-protocol is in effect. And I don't wanna get in the way…I mean I do. I wanna resolve this ridiculous, unnecessary situation with Lynn, Luan and Leni…but, against my judgments, I'm respecting the sister-fight-protocol," Lincoln said humbly but with minor disdain still, pulling out a wrinkled, torn and badly kempt folded letter, more of a contract drafted by the sisters for Lincoln to sign years earlier after the Lori-Leni dress brawl, that he, Lincoln Loud, would agree to follow sister-fight-protocol when issued or established by a fellow sibling...by releasing his room and its contents for use, staying out and not intervening in the squabbles, or try to keep the peace…no intervening or attempted conflict resolving, or if needed…just for him to leave if asked.

"Yeah…I still remember this thing…kept it in as good as condition as I felt the legitimacy of the sister-fight-protocol was; still in one piece, but barely. Makes me feel like I was the cause of the fight. Never was after that though. Every single squabble calling for the sister-fight-protocol, I respected it…begrudgingly, and days later, things were back to normal…like you guys said," Lincoln said with a deeper, darker tone.

"And I get it bro…you want everyone to get along, like I do. Sometimes though, you gotta let your sisters hash it out for themselves, let us take care of it. Playing with fire gets ya burned dude."

"That I get Luna…but last time I tried helping, and I keep reiterating this…I know I bungled it up…but my heart was in the right place."

"I know it was, but-"

"And none of you even acknowledged that."

"…oh….we…we didn't, did we," Luna said silently, realizing in her memories how the sisters were treating Lincoln the whole ordeal.

"Luna? Were…were you and Luan really gonna…attack me?"

Luna froze. She wasn't prepared for this question. It nearly knocked the wind out of her, almost as much as Luan's questions back a few nights ago. For Lincoln to be so frank…so vulnerable and still seeming tender and sore on the topic…she thought it'd be something he'd never bring up again…but here he was…and it looked like it still hurt him deep down inside still.

Luna looked down in shame, getting off of Lincoln and curled up in front of him, putting her head between her arms, breathing slowly. Lincoln rolled up and over, putting his hands on her legs reassuringly.

"Luna…I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Y…yeah…I think…I think we were gonna…do that," Luna winced out the last two words," …totally out of line…we were irrational and charged up…fucking stupid…I'm sorry Linc. It…really stuck with you that long, huh?"

"Yeah…it kinda did, deep down. You're my closest sister, so when you looked at me like that…you and Luan…that was the first time I felt really…really terrified by my siblings…and I didn't ever think you guys would…could ever make me feel like that…Lu…Luna?"

Lincoln heard Luna quiver under her breath before seeing her shiver and whimper. Lincoln got closer and lifted her head, seeing her tearing up and cry silently.

"Come on rocker girl…I forgave you a long time ago…I mean…maybe not to you two personally, but in my head I did. Sorry…it's just an old wound that still feels like it hasn't fully healed up yet. It doesn't change how I feel about you."

"Li…bro," Luna hiccupped, wiping her tiny tears away from her cheek, Lincoln helping with his thumbs," …dude, if there's anything…anything I can do to make it up to you-"

"There is one thing," Lincoln said warmly.

"Anything! Name it!"

"Just…how about a kiss of forgiveness," Lincoln said, drifting Luna's head into his, giving Luna a delicate, tender and sweet kiss, one that seemed to warm up her spirits, her eyes still watery yet not crying anymore. Lincoln smiled and reserved delight.

"Feel better rocker girl?"

"A…a little. That's all?'

"That's…hold on," Lincoln paused, clearing his throat before," Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th... That's all, folks!"

"Tee..hee…okay Porky Pig," Luna laughed with a tiny, wet sound in her voice, Lincoln now giving a big hug to her, Luna doing the same. Both looked at one another again, their spirits getting ready for the building of another passionate kiss.

Suddenly the attic door slammed wide open, scaring the daylights out of Luna and Lincoln, Luna grabbing hold in a terrified vise-like grip onto Lincoln, him nearly crushed. The overbearing, excessively voluminous and argumentative shouting of Leni, Lynn and Luan came roaring up the stairs, just before Luna consciously separated from Lincoln enough to not risk compromising their relationship; Luan they didn't have to worry about, even though right now she was not helping, but everyone else?

"Ah, damn it! Here we go," Lincoln thought angrily.

Lucy was right behind them, trying to corral unsuccessfully the sisters to come with her separately, her louder than normal monotone assertiveness having no affect whatsoever over the bitter bickering.

"NO! I SAID I'LL TALK TO HER!" Luan roared.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"Lynn roared back.

"THAT CAN BE ARRANGED JOCK-STRAP!"

"BRING IT ON YA BALLOON-CHESTED LOW-GRADE JOKE TELLER!"

"YOU BOTH ARE WRONG! NO DEAD STINKY BODIES, NO STINKY JOCK STRAPS, AND I'M TALKING TO LUNA!" Leni shrieked out. Lucy was trying to pull back on Leni's dress, being pulled up like she weighed as much as a feather.

"LUCY!? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" Luna yelled out.

"Sorry Luna. My walkie-talkie died when they all busted out."

"How'd they bust out!? You were suppose to be watching them Lucy!"

"I told you I couldn't handle it on my own, but you wanted to get some hang-out time with Lincoln while I did all the hard work of watching over these three loudspeaker's. And I'm sorry I didn't catch them, but maybe next time you should be doing your job instead of screwing around," Lucy said with an edgier monotone sound.

"Screwing around? I BROKE THEM UP SINGLE-HANDEDLY EARLIER! I DESERVE A BREAK!"

"For like five minutes! You've been gone for almost a half-hour; we're lucky they lasted this long. I've been doing this bull ever since I got woken up! You need to take this more seriously if you're going to be the head of this!"

"THE BOTH OF YOU STOP BICKERING SO WE CAN BICKER!" Luan yelled out, before Lynn and Leni shoved each other to shove Luan out of the way, heading for Luna.

"Lucy's right! You're just being irresponsible," Lynn chimed out voraciously to Luna.

"OH, that's priceless, she said ironically, forgetting about virtually every class she needs help in because she's TOO IRRESPONSIBLE TO DO HER OWN HOMEWORK AND NEEDS LUCY'S AND LINCOLN'S HELP JUST TO DO A DAMN ARIMETIC PROBLEM!" Luna roared back.

"MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T PLAY YOUR DUMB ROCK SO LOUD ALL THE DANG TIME I COULD STUDY!"

"THAT'S BULL AND YOU KNOW IT!"Luan roared back at Lynn, "YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL LISA SOUND-PROOFED OUR ROOM!"

"…NOT ENOUGH!" Lynn retorted, "I CAN STILL HEAR IT BLEED THROUGH THE VENTS!"

"LUNA?"Leni shouted.

"WAIT YOUR TURN LENI!" Luan shouted to Leni.

"NO! I WAITED LONG ENOUGH! LUNA?"

"WHAT! WHAT LENI!? Luna roared at Leni.

"Well…if you're gonna talk to me like that, then PHOOEY ON YOU TOO, YOU NO-TALENT, ENGLISH-WANNABE, GUITAR PLUCKER!" Leni shouted out.

Everybody went silent, Leni looking around confused.

"Wh…what?"

Leni looked forwards to see the results of crossing a line…Luna's face boiling in rage that caused Lincoln to hide behind several boxes. Luna suddenly roared out, going after Leni in complete fury, Leni taken back.

"SCREW YOU, YOU DUMB BLONDE AIRHEADED BIMBO STEREOTYPE!"

"WALKING PURPLE FASHIONED NIGHTMARE WITH A GIANT BUTT!"

"I'VE HEARD BETTER COMBACKS FROM A TURKEY SANDWICH!"

"MY TURKEY SANDWICH LAST NIGHT DID NOT TELL ANY JOKES DUMMY!"

"IT'S A RETORT YOU BLOODY TWONK-NITWIT GIT!"

Leni now tussled in a shrieking roar as the two oldest siblings tumbled like a UFC fight, Luan, Lynn, Lucy and Lincoln from afar watching, Lincoln's expression now in pure flabbergasted horror. He was so ready to intervene now at this point at stop this ridiculous bullshit fighting…until the sister-fight-protocol contract flew into his leg.

"Fuck you…fuck you very much, you know that?" Lincoln huffed silently as he begrudgingly more than ever reminded himself that he was gonna honor it…however stupid and detrimental it seemed, especially with how out of hand the situation seemed to be gettin; he was a man of his word…written or verbal.

Lynn, Luan and Lucy began getting into a heated squabble themselves, Luan obviously taking Luna's side, Lynn astoundingly taking Leni's, Lucy criticizing both at the same time, before they went into rumble mode. Only in a span of seconds the two fighting clouds meshed together into an all out throw-down brawl.

Lincoln just looked down to the ground, his head low, sighing heavily.

"…and that's how they all died. Damn…well that escalated quickly! They're so…mean-spirited right now. This goes well beyond just a regular fight…holy crap…..ow, that's gotta- ow, now that can't be good."

Lincoln slowly sneaked past the fighting rumble, down the attic stairs and got his bearings before seeing the fighting squabble slowly migrate towards his direction.

"DANG IT! Maybe should of toughed it out up there…no matter. All rooms and areas in the second and third floors are potential red zones…no more Clyde…and…" Lincoln paused, pulling out his phone and trying for Ronnie Anne's, hoping like hell she'd pick up. Thirty seconds later, "…Yo, you reached Ronnie Anne. Ain't here at the moment, so leave a message after the beap. And if it's lameo trying to prank call me again, I'll get a certain sister of yours to mercilessly prank you in revenge dude. Bye."

"Dang it…she's not answering…and is getting wise to my prank calls…where the hell can I-"

Then it struck Lincoln.

"I…mentioned the second and third floors…but I hadn't consider the basement yet…I got a comic stashed in there, and a fruit punch soda," Lincoln thought contemplatively, though preferring whenever possible to avoid it. The squabble above looked like it was about to drop right on him.

"BASEMENT IT IS!" He roared in terrified zealousness, running as fast as he could, all the way to the kitchen, slamming the basement door shut, putting bags of concrete in front of the door and running behind the stairs, boxing himself between the underside of the stairs and several boxes full of stuff still, some of Lori's, and other miscellaneous items. He surrounded the boxes and stacked them like a wall to isolate himself in this space.

"Geez…hope I don't get radon poisoning from being down here all day…all frickin day while all five of them are at it now. HELL!"

Lincoln roughly flipped one of the boxes and pulled out the fruit punch soda can and the honey oat bar he stored. He looked out of the small space through the window in the basement, seeing it thunder and storm heavily outside big time right now.

"Man…is it ever coming down now…don't wanna have to end up out there. And at least…" Lincoln trailed off, looking at the date of the honey oat bar.

"Wow…really frickin old…like, before Ronnie Anne and I broke up. Well…"Lincoln thought, thinking about what Ronnie Anne was up to. He forgot to leave a message or text one to her.

He pulled his phone out and did a quick text.

"Hi Ronnie Anne…sisters-out-of-control; sister-fight-protocol in progress. Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?"

Lincoln sent the text, wondering why he didn't try this earlier.

"I…guess I wanted to be close in case the worst happened…and it did. Dang…I wonder how Clyde's doing. He's been busy with his school stuff. Lucky son-of-a-gun; doesn't realize how serene his life can seem to me sometimes."

Lincoln decided to text Clyde, leaving out that he was in sister-fight-protocol mode.

"Hey buddy! Hope you're having an awesome day. Hanging out at the house today chillin. Seen the new AARGH episode? Cheers Clyde!"

He sent the text. He twiddled his thumbs together and on the buttons on screen, doing lazy searches and haphazard YouTube checks on channels he liked to watch, watching clips of old anime and bad American sci-fi movies. He checked the corner of his phone after ten minutes of being on autopilot mode…seeing he had about five percent power left.

"WHAT!? I know I powered that thing last night! Maybe I didn't put it on right?"

Lincoln got off line, deleted his history and checked the time.

1:42 AM

He put his cell phone back in his pocket and just sat on the ground…thinking about the muffled bangs and shouts going on above him, trying to detect whether the sounds were coming closer to him or not.

"I hope one of them texts me…soon. My patience is running on fumes right now," Lincoln thought, his tone getting strained as he thought how some kind of talking-things out like rational adults could help resolve or mediate the issues and tensions they were all fighting about; now it was beyond physical in a five-way match going down south faster and faster.

"Well…at least I got a bit of peace down here…even with virtually nothing to do. Guess I could do…something to keep my mind…as long as those concrete bags hold up, I could-"

Suddenly the basement door thudded loudly, the concrete bags blown straight off down the stairs and onto the ground just next to Lincoln, him turning wide-eyed at nearly being pulverized, then seeing the fighting cloud comically go down at super speed into the basement, all five still going at it at full force. Their twister cloud of confrontation was haphazardly pulling in nearly all the basement items lighter than fifty pounds, Lincoln's boxes flying away into the rush. The cloud hovered just right at the entrance to the basement.

Lincoln tried walking slowly to the side, until he was pulled in with a yelp and twirled, punch and kicked several times before being careened into the hard wall between the washing machine and the large sink. All five suddenly paused and looked at him bitterly.

"STAY OUT OF IT LINCOLN!" Before they resumed their fighting.

"I didn't even do anything!"

Lincoln's temper flared up, now trying again to sneak up past the pile, only to be swept up again with physical harm and all, thrown back into the same spot with an even harder thug.

"BUTT-OUT LINCOLN!"

"I'M NOT TRYING TO INTERVENE!" He yelled back, "I'M TRYING TO-"

"SHUT UP LINCOLN!" They all glared in sync at him…even Luna. All his sisters gave him that dark, aggressive look again…all lost in their respective rages, making Lincoln boil in shaking fury.

"COME ON GUYS! I'VE BEEN LETTING YOU DEAL WITH THIS ALL DAY, AND YOU'RE STILL FIGHTING!"

No response. Things were now flying out from the pile, smashing and crashing into everything, even Lincoln.

"Alright! Enough of this. Your protocol hasn't helped any. Come on! Let's just try and talk this-"

"WE SAID TO SHUT UP AND STAY OUT OF LINCOLN!" They yelled as they girrred and showed their teeth before once again getting into it.

Lincoln's conscious suddenly snapped.

"THAT DOES IT!"

He grabbed a big bucket and filled it up full of ice cold water from the large sink. All full, he furiously carried it over to just near the tussling cloud and threw the entire contents all over them, stopping the fighting and bickering on a dime. Lucy, Lynn, Luan, Luna and Leni were drenched soaked, shivering cold and looking viciously at Lincoln.

"WHAT THE HELL BRO!? WHY DI-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! GOD!" Lincoln roared out to all of them, proceeding to grapple the washing machine and throw it right into the corner basement wall, almost smashing it to pieces, it tumbling almost right up to the now shaken and awestruck sisters.

Leni and Lynn whimpered, Luna and Lucy had their mouths gapping open in shock, and Luan was tearing up from seeing Lincoln like this…never before in such a state. This wasn't their brother…this was something else let out of the box…a sleeping, chained beast inside Lincoln finally stirred about.

"Whoa…"Luan stuttered sadly.

"Dude…bro…come on," Luna pleaded, trying to calm Lincoln, "I…just…calm d-"

"NO! I'VE HAD IT! THIS HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING! I'VE KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT LONG ENOUGH AND I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT! I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

Luna put both arms out in an embracing position, the only one brave enough to break off from the fearful huddle that was Lucy, Lynn, Luan and Leni. She was still far away, terrified by this new fuming, warped enraged mass…her brother…her secret love…lost in a sea of unspeakable fiery infuriation.

"Just take some deep breaths bro…Lincoln…it's us, your si-"

"NO! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! ALL OF YOU! THIS STARTED WITH SOME STUPID FUCKING SQUABBLE STARTING WITH YOU THREE THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT, AND NOW YOU TWO ARE ROPED UP IN THIS! YOU ALL ARE OUTTA HAND, EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW IS OUTTA HAND! ALL I'D EVER WANNA DO IS, I DUNNO, DUH, HELP RESOLVE THIS! BUT NO! YOU TELL ME TO BUTT OUT, KICK ME OUT OF MY OWN ROOM, USE MY THINGS, AND HAVE THE FUCKING GAL TO MAKE ME THE BLACK FUCKING SHEEP, THE REASON YOU CAN'T GET ALONG, I SWEAR THE FUCKING GAL! ALL THE WHILE YOU GUYS ARE TEARING EACH OTHER APART! WHY DON'T YOU ALL GET A FUCKING GRIP ON YOURSELVES!?

Lincoln's face, ripping with unfettered rage he only felt a few times in his life, his throat growling like a monstrous entity, breathed in and out, the sisters now completely halting their squabbling and looking at each other with shame.

"All of you…I'm ashamed of you….ashamed for you…you sicken me!"

That stung them…and they felt like they deserved it. Any issues prior now seemed well out of scale to Lincoln's words…harsh yet vulnerable and explosive as they were.

Lincoln turned around and punched the wall several times hard, harder with each punch. They saw his knuckles bleeding…and he didn't stop. Wincing at the sight, they all shuddered as Lincoln was taking his rage out on the concrete wall, the distinct possibility that he could break his hand.

Luna slowly walked over with tepidness, the others watching with concerned faces. She reached her arm out to Lincoln's shoulder.

"Lincoln…bro?"

Lincoln turned around with a dark expression in his eyes, scaring Luna for a second.

"No," he said coldy, wiping her hand off his shoulder, this really hurting Luna deep down inside as she gasped.

"I thought better of you," he said, looking directly into Luna's eyes with unparalleled hurt and anger, this being directed at her specifically, then he redirected to the rest,"…all of you…I guess I was wrong."

Lincoln shoved his hands in his pockets as he left Luna, her still cold and soaking wet, yet ironically high and dry as her eyes watered up. He looked at the other group with venomous rage, them moving to the side as they seemed to tear up as well.

Lincoln slowly walked up the steps and slammed the attic door.

They all looked at one another, tears in their eyes…they knew they screwed up, big time, now more than ever before…pushing Lincoln to his breaking point, all in the name of sister-fight-protocol.

"LINCOLN!" Luna yelled out painfully, passing the others as they joined in the chase for their brother. As they ran up, each had painful thoughts circulating in their heads.

Lucy was cursing how she let herself go overboard so uncharacteristically, while Lynn, Leni and Luan were all blaring and cursing themselves silently in their own way, "this is all my fault."

As they got upstairs, running through the kitchen to the living room, they saw him rip off his grey hoodie from a coat hanger and throw it on haphazardly, heading for the door.

"NO LINCOLN! THERE'S A THUNDERSTORM OUT THERE!"Lynn begged, Lincoln not responding at all.

"Please Lincoln…think about this!" Lucy said with actual pleading tone, a slight crack in her voice.

Still no response from Lincoln.

"Lincy! Please, don't go! We're sorry!" Leni begged sadly, Lincoln barely giving her a glance back. He suddenly backtracked to the fire place and pulled out a lighter, the one Pop-pop secretly gave him. He pulled out the sister-fight-protocol contract he signed long ago, warped, damaged, folded and barely holding on to its own fibers.

"It says in my contract that I signed, quote, "…should tensions and fighting still be occurring beyond the fifth hour of an enacting of sister-fight-protocol, or that more than four sisters are in fighting, it will be the duty of Lincoln to isolate himself from the location of the fighting as distantly as possible…preferably by exiting the situation and environment altogether…in other words…by leaving," he emphasized harshly. The others looked blankly and sadly at him.

"I intend on not breaking this contract…but here's what I really think of it girls," he said bitterly as he hocked and spat a huge loogie on it, then flicked his lighter on, lighting a corner of the contract and throwing it inside the fireplace. It gradually burned, before the entire thing lit up into fiery dust. The sisters saw his eyes coated with the reflection of the flames dancing in his eyes.

"That's how I feel about your sister-fight-protocol….how I feel about this brawl in the family...that's how I feel…when you change into that blithering fighting mess I'm disgusted to have to call my sisters. So you know what? Have fun tearing each other's throats out. I'll be doing what I'm obligated to do. I'm out!"

And like that, Lincoln slammed the front door on them all, heading out into the bitter raging thunderstorm environment outside.

All the sisters had tears in their eyes, angry at one another; angry at the other…but most of all…they were angry at themselves.

All looked at one another; their anger apparent…until just seconds in boiling in it, they all seemed to read from one anther that anger was just gonna tear them apart again. It already knocked Lincoln horribly off his normal self.

They all seemed to gradually gel with this idea as they sniveled and looked at one another, Leni, Luan and Lynn in particular.

The sadness in all of them began to win out over the anger, it slowly but surely fizzling down to nothing, as the sister's hearts began to feel even heavier and heavier, before, surprisingly, Lynn slowly walked over to Leni and Luan.

"Leni….Luan…I…I….I'M SORRY! I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY!" Lynn roared out in a torn voice, choking on tears as she collapsed on her knees.

"LINC'S GONE! ALL BECAUSE OF ME!"

"No Lynn, I'm sorry…I was being pigheaded and stubborn," Luan croaked out, now the one apologizing to Lynn as she cried into Lynn's shoulder. Leni burst into tears and dropped to the ground hugging them.

"NO! I'M THE STUPID HEAD! I DID THIS! I'M SORRY!"

Leni, Lynn and Luan group-hugged as they sobbed out apologizes and forgiveness to one another. Luna looked over to them; she threw a wickedly hateful look to the three.

"…you…YOU THREE DID THIS! BRO'S OUT THERE IN THAT SHIT-STORM GOING GOD KNOW'S WHERE ALL CAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING ISSUES! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

"Luna," Lucy lowly asked.

"Hey! Language Luna!" Luan chirped over, Leni noticeably disturbed by the language.

"Yeah! Those are bad words to use," Leni said mid-cry.

"Bad words? BAD WORDS!?"

"Luna," Lucy said again with a bit more sternness.

"I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING BAD WORDS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK US ALL…FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, MOST OF ALL….FUCK ME!" Luna cried out miserably.

"LUNA!" Lucy roared louder than she ever had before, running over to the volatile Luna and slapping her in the face. Everyone's eyes went dead wide in white shock. Luna's cheek, red, tear-stained and sore, her expression mortified, looked down to a crying yet controlled Lucy.

"…I'm sorry Luna," Lucy choked out; "…you…need to get a hold of yourself. I…I know the day started out horribly…you three are responsible for that," Lucy said harshly over to Leni, Luan and Lynn, all depressingly nodding in acceptance, "…but you Luna…me…we didn't help it any better. You were in charge of this situation…and I'll take the blame where blame is due in all of this…but you better damn well too, cause no one told you to throw yourself at Leni…no one told me to go at Lynn and Luan…we all are to blame…all of us."

Lucy walked away and curled up on the single-person sofa and put her head into her knees, letting out constrained sighs.

"…you're…you're right Lucy…everything…you're right about everything…about me," Luna weakly uttered, dropping to her knees as Leni and Lynn went over to comfort Lucy in their huddled reconciliation pile. Luan gradually approached Luna.

She knew they were all hurting, and goodness knows the hurt really hurt, but Luan knew Luna's hurt was on a whole different level. She knew what was up between her and Lincoln…their relationship. Now after this serious shit-show…they may not have had a relationship anymore, serious or sibling.

Luan dropped to her knees in front of Luna, her head hung so her face was out of sight, her body quickly quivering and shaking, rippling with regret.

"Lu…Luna?" Luan asked quietly under her breath in Luna's ear.

"It's…it's all my fault Luan."

"Luna, I-"

"He told me how he felt, about sister-fight-protocol…I didn't listen…I let this happen," Luna wailed lowly. Luan pulled Luna into a nurturing hug.

"I did this…I was in charge…Luan…I hurt Lincoln…I blew it...AAAGGHH! FUCKING SISTER-FIGHT-PROTOCOL!"

"Ssshhhh, come here," Luan said, holding Luna much like a few nights ago, only this time it wasn't a demon within herself being realized.

"I lost him…I ruined our bond…what we had…coulda had…I messed up…how's he ever gonna forgive me?"

Luan held on to the quivering, delicately crying frame of Luna as the other sisters one by one wrapped themselves around Luna, Lynn, then Leni, finally Lucy, all wrapped around one another with Luna in the center still crying down the middle. She reached her arms and pulled them all in, holding onto them all as tight as she could.

"We're got you Luna…we're here," Leni said warmly with a wet, strained yet sweet voice, her, Lynn and Lucy to some degree totally unaware of why Luna was taking this the hardest…only Luan knowing.

Luna wailed as self-loathing thoughts permeated her mind.

"I ruined it…I ruined it…I love him…and I ruined it…I blew it…I ruined it…"