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!

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions

Earlier back at the Loud residence.

1:01 PM

Lincoln was coloring with Lily at the dining table with color construction paper. On black paper with white crayon, he was sketching a rough moon-landing with a red retro rocket space ship near a crater depression, but was subtly shading the lunar surface purple, multiple shades of purples and violets; Lincoln used any at all art skill he had to integrate the pure white and many shades of purple into dynamic lunar features. Lily giggled seeing Lincoln's tongue slightly sticking out while he diligently sketched and colored. Lily meanwhile shifted instead to work on coloring her Dumbo coloring book, scribbling on a page with the Pyramid of Pachyderms. She was extremely methodical in making sure she got in between the lines. Every time she barely got over the line, she mumbled something out in a snarky annoyed Jack Nicholas-esque huff.

"Oh, wise guy, eh? Well I didn't like ya there anyway...YA STUPID BURGANDY! HERE'S LILY!" Lily roared in a frightening, alarming Nicholson impression. Lincoln just patted her head and told her it was just a mistake, and no big deal. Lily looked up to Lincoln with a quivering lower lip.

"Mistakes happen Lily; don't worry, the ball could be multiple colors!" Lincoln suggested happily, leaning over and melding the mistaken burgundy she colored in with a light blue, forming a gentle violet color.

"Thanks Lincoln," Lily said delicately in a timid voice, hugging her older brother and giving a sweet kiss to his cheek, then resuming her coloring.

Luna was lounging on the couch, listening to several rock tunes and mock-guitar playing to them. She had one of McSwagger's songs blaring as she sang along lowly while passively watching the twins do their thing. Luna was getting a kick from the scene. It was distracting her from her concerns over Luan and Leni's meet-up and hopeful apology with Carol, Becky and Terri; in truth she really just wanted to see Lori beat the shit out of them, but the twin's antics were funny on their own too.

Lana and Lola were playing a Princess vs. Dragon-Frog video game, Lana roaring in rage and horror at Lola's Princess character kicking her Dragon-Frog's character's butt. Lola somehow became extremely competent in gaming. It may have had something to do with hanging with Lincoln several times at the arcade and getting addicted to several girly arcade games; pinball, air hockey, she got almost as competitive as Lynn at these.

Lynn was outside smashing hard into her single-man football sled; she was trying to reign in her confusing urges with physical force, letting loose more than usual on the sled. Sports TV was not working, and so earlier relinquished the entertainment center to the twins. She already continuously pushed the football sled around the house six times, making a sheared circular indentation path around the property; the urges weren't going. She could still see bunny-lingerie Lincoln hopping all about around her.

"GOD DAMN IT! GO THE FUCK AWAY YOU SEXY ASS THING!" Lynn yelled in her mind.

"...I shouldn't have thought it that way... GO! FUCK OFF! I NEED TO PRACTICE!" Lynn roared out into the shoulder of the football sled.

"NICE CURSING LOUD!" Mr Grouse yelled from his window on the upper level. He seemed to be giving a big thumbs up to what Lynn let slip verbally.

"...oh dang it...SORRY MR. GROUSE!"

"Ah don't mind me; thought your cursin was pretty funny myself. I ain't no uptight prissy."

Lynn gave a small smile, before her mind played a horrific trick; she saw a bush below Mr. Grouse's window erupt in motion, followed by bunny-lingerie Lincoln hopping out assuredly, then twirled around and wiggled his fluffy cotton tail and bottom at Lynn. Lynn found herself drooling in her helmet guard mask, pupils contracted from shock as bunny-Lincoln gave a naughty smirk to her.

"I'm your bunny toy Lynn; cum play with me," he said in a sultry tone, his large fluffy ears twitching slightly as he bent on all fours and raised his ass at her.

Lynn's nose shot a huge jet of blood out and onto the football sled man and her practice jersey shirt. She huffed in rage, proceeding to manhandle the single football sled down the street over the asphalt, trying to use up whatever built-up energy and reserves she had in her; it wasn't working, but she made one hell of a spark show from the metal shearing against the asphalt.

"Whoa...what's eatin her?" Mr. Grouse asked openly, before looking at the new pile of firewood towards his back yard.

"Good, got the delivery today; now just need to get Lincoln over here and cut it. Supply's runnin low."

Inside the house, in their room with the door just barely ajar, Lynn Sr and Rita were on their bed playing Crazy Eights with a spare pack of cards from Lincoln.

"This is so fun sweety!" Lynn Sr happily and goofy, "I remember us card playing back when Lori was a toddler; we sure had no lynnits...hahaha, get it?"

"Yeah honey," Rita said, looking intently at her cards. She had a few cards left, while Lynn Sr was looking too proud at having only one card left. Looking at the pile, he realized he'd have to take a card.

"Ah crudstones! Well, I'm still closer...uh...honey?"

Rita looked down with a big smirk, placing one of her cards next to the upcard; it was a match in suit.

"Lucky save woman! I'm gonna get ya though; I can feel it in my Lynnoins...haha, get it?"

Lynn Sr looked at the next card.

"OH DANG IT!"

"Haha! And...that's crazy eights!" Rita said with a giddy tone, putting her last card down; it was an eight of clubs.

"NO FAIR! YOU CLUBED ME!"

"Sore loser; no wonder Lynn Jr hates losing; she gets it from you...and your competitive streak too...you sexy, silly sore loser," Rita growled, leaning over and partly exposing her blouse to Lynn Sr.

"Just wait till all the kids are asleep; you're gonna be my prize for the night."

"HUBBA HUBBA HOT DOG!" Lynn Sr pounded the air giddily, before Rita jumped on Lynn Sr.

"RITA! HONEY! NOT NOW! The kids are right outside the door."

"...dang it...I guess I'll just have to bid my time and-"

"MOM!" The twins suddenly yelled out.

"...double dang it," Rita huffed, before Lincoln yelled out, "I GOT IT MOM!"

"Oh thank goodness; how the only boy in the house can break those two apart is beyond me," Rita opinioned as she got back in her spot on the bed.

"Lincoln's a champ, that's why. You tell me if there's ever been a middle-child boy who lived with ten other sisters. Lincoln's a rockstar, white? HA! Get it? Cause of his hair?"

"You're silly...but right. Even after all Lincoln's been through lately...my little baby boy is growing up."

"Sure is Rita...although I hope he finds that spark."

"I know; we just gotta give him time. He's good at a lot of things."

"Think we should make him try out for some things?"

"And risk another debacle again? Like that football stunt he and Lynn pulled those years ago? No. We need to let Lincoln grow naturally into his own. Remember how Luna wasn't into rock until...what was it...like when she was literally eleven?"

"Yeah, but Luna was already doing music. That was kinda her thing; Rock just became her niche...among a few other things," Lynn Sr thought, remembering how he stumbled upon Luna one day at high school hanging out with another rocker girl with blonde hair and a blue streak...and saw them hugging...really closely.

"Yeah...was not prepared for that," Lynn Sr said openly, Rita giving Lynn Sr an inquisitive look.

"Prepared for what?" Rita asked. Lynn Sr never told Rita what he saw Luna doing, cuddling with that blonde girl like...they were an item.

"Oh...nothing sweetie!" Lynn Sr said sheepishly as he unbuttoned his collar shirt a bit.

"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?"

"...it's both of us," Rita said devilishly, before she leaned into his ear and whispered, "...you're gonna do unspeakable things to me tonight; that's my prize."

Lynn Sr's face boiled over in a blush, then he gave a wily smile himself.

"HOTDOG!"

"Your big hotdog is gonna be mine, yup."

"Good lordie...hope Lincoln didn't inherit that from me, and if he did, I hope he doesn't get cocky with it...hahhahaha, get it?"

Rita huffed with a small smile on her face.

"But honey? Have you considered that maybe we should take Luna, Leni and Lincoln to a shrink? Or a counselor? Something? I dunno how long this peace is gonna last till one of them goes postal again...most likely Leni."

"Leni maybe Rita, but Luna and Lincoln seem to be doing better. It might not be a bad idea...god...I still can't believe they had to go through that...that gosh dang sister fight protocol of our girls...and those god damn tornadoes."

"We dropped the ball; never ever again!" Rita said sternly, looking over her hand with a frown. "What do you think the kids saw? All three were in the big one; heaven knows what they're keeping locked up from us."

"I know Rita; I try and let Lincoln know it's okay to open up to anything he may have seen or wanna get off his shoulders, and he just has this way of manipulating the conversation to steer somewhere else. Kid's good, I'll give him that," Lynn Sr huffed.

"You're just easily distractible Lynn. I hope they'll open up to us. I get this feeling they're holding something back, something big...Lincoln of all people."

"Lincoln?"

"Yeah. I went to check up in his room, and saw him just staring away blankly at this false flower. It's like...I dunno, he's associating something with it. I wanted to ask...but...I don't want to push our babies into any bad memories Lynn."

"...we're gonna have to deal with this Rita. We can't keep sitting on this forever; heaven knows Leni might need the most help since her condition."

"But we can't forget Luna and Lincoln dear. As tough as they may be, they need every bit of opportunity to be honest about what happened to them out there."

"Right honey...Oh!...Rita...looks like you got a bad hand."

"It looks like that...NOT!" Rita shouted as she got rid of her last card with a big smirk.

"OH GOSH DARN IT! ARRGHHH!" Lynn Sr pounded the bed like a complete baby.

"Don't burn all your energy for the day sweetheart; I need you ready for tonight, and you're gonna be working extra hard tonight," Rita growled, before she leaned into Lynn Sr's frame and whispered, "I'm gonna make that big hotdog of yours shoot mayonnaise all over me."

Lynn Sr shot bursts of steam out of his nose and ears, before Rita closed the gap and started to make out with Lynn Sr.

"I love you Rita."

"I love you Lynn."

As they began petting each other hard, their door suddenly flew right open loudly and unexpectedly.

"MOMMY! DADDY! ME AND LINCOLN MADE PICTIES!" Lily yelled out happily, running in at full speed, before stopping on a dime and seeing Rita and Lynn Sr making out profusely.

"LILY!" both parents yelled out in shock and embarrassment, not hearing the tiny footsteps that flew their ajarred door open; Lily looked like she saw a ghost.

"Lily? You forgot the Dumbo...WHOA! HOLY FU...WHOA!" Lincoln shouted as he saw the mashed mess that was his parents. Lily was looking up at them with complete shock. Lincoln grabbed Lily, covering her eyes.

Suddenly Lola and Lana ran in to check the commotion; they got as petrified as Lily from seeing their parents in that compromising position.

"Mommy...Daddy...what are you doing?" Lola asked.

"...triple dang it," Rita huffed out.

"ALRIGHT! EVERYONE OUT!" Lincoln yelled out, pushing Lola and Lana out while holing a shocked Lily.

"...good lord...I TOLD YOU RITA!" Lynn Sr said in a stern shriek, Rita giving a sheepish look. Lincoln just shook his head.

"...and my brain has literally melted in my skull; next time close the door, or put a hat on it, or something you two," Lincoln said weakly, before he locked their door from the inside, then closed it.

"Hmmm...Lincoln handled that far more maturely than I would have expected," Rita opinioned.

"Told ya, he's a frickin champ! Now...wanna quickie?"

Rita gave a stinker expression, then hummed, "...hmmm...okay, but I think I should check up on Lily."

"Aah she'll be fine. Lincoln's got her, and ya know the old saying."

"What?"

"A little childhood trauma builds character, HA!"

"That's your daughter you big dummy!"

"Nah! Lily's a tough little thing, just like Lynn. And trust your baby boy some more...now about that quickie..."

Outside, Lincoln was holding a still, quiet Lily in his arms.

"Jesus...that was fucked up; no matter how old you get, it sucks seeing your parents...uuuugh...getting it on," Lincoln thought as he mentally vomited. He looked over at Lily.

"You okay Lily-bug?"

Lily weakly coughed, still comatose.

"Oh, come here Lily-bug. Don't worry, mommies and daddies like to cuddle sometimes, okeydokey?"

Lily hiccupped a couple of times.

"O...okay Lincy...Lincy? Can I watch Lola and Lana play game?"

"Of course Lily," Lincoln said with a nurturing smile as he pulled Lily; she was still locked in her place.

"Lily? What's up?"

"...carry me Lincy?"

"But you're only four feet away from the couch."

"...please?"

"Awwweee...okay Lily," Lincoln sighed in a sweet huff, picking up Lily as she held onto him tight, burying her head into his shoulder.

Lincoln could tell she wasn't going to let go anytime soon, so he sat at the other end of the couch with Lily still cuddled up to him. Luna broke her rock-focus and saw Lincoln holding Lily; she looked shaken but happy to be curled with her big brother. Luna nearly melted by how sweet that looked. But looking over everyone's slightly shocked faces, Lola's, Lana's, Lily's and to a lesser extent, Lincoln's, and seeing that her parent's room quickly reopened, their dad putting one of his wacky ties on the handle, Luna instantly got what happened.

Luna leaned over to Lincoln and Lily.

"Hey Lily? You doin good baby sis?"

Lily nodded, then shook her head, giving a mixed reaction. Lincoln patted her head.

"Lily saw something she probably shouldn't have seen, that's all," Lincoln said in a stressed huff.

Luna leaned over quickly and asked," she catch mom and dad fuckin? All of us went through it dude; sucks every time."

Lincoln rolled his eyes, then gave a partly confirming nod, then leaned in Luna's ear, "...it was getting close to that."

And to that thought he began to use two fingers and mimic a little walking person on Lily's arm, heading to her neck.

"Hmmm...I wonder if Lily-bug has any tickle spots?" Lincoln cooed comically, Lily instantly slouching her head to block her neck and trying not to smile. Lincoln let his fingers travel on her shoulders a bit more.

"Oooohh...I think I do...I do see some...tickles!" Lincoln said as he wiggled his finger on Lily's other neck, Lily now breaking out laughing and giggling; Luna was shot in the heart by how sweet this looked.

"Geez you're gonna be an awesome dad one day bro...oh shit...that's right," Luna thought in remorseful dread, that idea hitting a stone wall at a trillion miles an hour. Even if they thought in the way distant future if they were still a thing together, and chose to have a kid, how responsible would that be? They were brother and sister, and as she remembered from her biology classes at school, an incest-derived child would potentially be at severe risks genetically. Not only that, how in hell could they put the family through that ordeal? Luan might be supportive, and take on the roll as supportive aunt and caregiver, but the rest of the family? Her sisters? Their parents? Her reputation and social life? But most of all, Luna and Lincoln would basically be cursed to never be able to have kids one day with one another if they chose to settle down.

"Fuck...not cool. That's the one really fucked up thing about all this; if me and Linc ever settle down...we'd never be able to have kids together...shit..."

That got her depressed for a moment, before she decided to bury that unpleasant set of thoughts and join in on the tickling fun. She saw for a moment Lola and Lana getting more focused and back into the game again.

"And...I FOUND A TICKLES! TICKLES SPOT!" Lincoln joked loudly as Lily squirmed even more; she still didn't move, trying to avoid being tickled while still keeping her cuddled spot with Lincoln.

"NO! I GONNA TICKLE YOU LINCY!" Lily yelled happily out as she tried wiggling her fingers on Lincoln; Lincoln gave a light-hearted smirk as she tried in vain to tickle her brother on his neck, his armpit, his sides; nothing. Lily looked like she was gonna give up.

"Sorry Lily; big brother just isn't ticklish," Lincoln said in a proud tone as Lily gave a little pouty face.

"That's where you're wrong bro," Luna said. She waived her hands for Lily to rush over to her. She leaned over a bit and whispered into both Lola and Lana's ears, to which both paused their game, looked at each other with Grinch-like smiles, then at Lincoln. Lily scooted and cuddled up to Luna's arms. Luna whispered something to her, Lincoln only hearing murmurs and squeaks, then saw Lily making a big smiley face and nodding her head up in down in confirmation of something.

"...alright...what gives?" Lincoln asked with a cocked, curious expression.

"Oh...nothing...just gonna show Lily here what your weakness is," Luna said with reserved but devilish little grin on her face. Lincoln's eyes went wide as Luna crawled across the couch. Lola and Lana ran out of sight, Lily remaining in Luna's spot, just watching with a big happy grin on her face.

"Uh oh...I don't like where this is headed...what are you doing Luna?" Lincoln asked, slightly blushing as Luna inched closer to his lower body.

"Heehee...nothin...dear bro...NOW!"

Lola and Lana reached over the couch and each grabbed Lincoln's arms. Pinned and trying to get up, he nearly threw Lola and Lana straight up, but they each anchored their feet under the space of the couch, so the only thing Lincoln managed to move was the couch off its little indented spaces in the carpet.

"WHAT THE HECK! WHOA! LUNA? LOLA? LANA?...Lily?" Lincoln yelled out in a comical pleading tone. Lana, Lola and Lily just shook their heads back and forth as Luna pulled Lincoln's shirt up.

"I knew you when you were a baby, so I know exactly what makes you ticklish."

"...dang it," Lincoln huffed, before Luna started to blow a huge raspberry on Lincoln's belly button.

"AH! NO! STOP LUNA! THAT TICKLES! NOT FAIR! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

"All's fair in tickle battles dude, right little dudette?"

Lily just smiled nefariously.

"...et tu Lily?" Lincoln huffed out with a low, defeated smile, before Luna blew another round of raspberries, Lola and Lana nearly losing their grip from laughing so hard at Lincoln, their older brother, being tickled by their even older sister.

"HA HA! LINCOLN'S TICKILISH! LINCOLN'S TICKILISH!"

"NOT FUNNY YOU TWO!" Lincoln shouted out in a struggled laugh.

Then it hit him; Luna was making those raspberry's lower along his abdomen, dangerously lower past his belly button...towards his pant-line.

Luna's arm and nerve-warping raspberry's were just starting to cause Lincoln's blood supply to begin flushing down towards his groin. Lincoln blushed as he felt something beginning to expand, and so did Luna.

She gave a wink, then a quick flicker of her eyes towards his crotch.

"Alright girls, that's enough. If I keep tickling our bro like this...he might explode."

Lincoln whimpered slightly from the deep innuendo, before Lana jokingly yelled out, "IN A MILLION ITTY BITTY PIECES OF OVERLOAD TICKLES ALL OVER THE PLACE!"

Lincoln wiped the sweat off his forehead, then gave a stern look at Luna.

"Too close," Lincoln mouthed. Luna just shrugged her shoulders and winked at Lincoln. Lily laughed several times, then headed back to the dining table and came back, with Lincoln's moon drawing.

"LUNA! SEE? IT'S LUNA!"

"...what's that Lilyster?"

"...LINCY DREW DA MOON!" Lily happily shouted, then giving Luna Lincoln's sketched color drawing. She instantly noticed how all the white was being blended with the menagerie of purple and white shades.

Lincoln blushed as he saw Luna give a sweet half-eyed smile to it.

"This is rad little dudette. Bro sure knows his way around purple and violets, don't ya?" Luna asked with a very subtle, playful tone that bordered on promiscuousness. Again she laden her comment with a tone of implying more than the picture illustrated, even if in Luna and Lincoln's reality, there was more.

"...not here rocker girl," Lincoln whispered, before Lily took the picture back and ran to the kitchen. Lily then proceeded back to work on her Dumbo coloring book in the dining room. Lincoln was lost in the gaze from Luna; there was this insidious look of lust forming in her expression.

"...oh shit. What the hell is this horny crazy rocker thinking of now?" Lincoln thought as he surveyed Luna's scoping eyes; she seemed to focus on his lower legs.

Luna leaned down and whispered again into the twin's ears, this time both giving little demon smiles. Luna then gave a demon smile herself.

"...WHAT!?"

"Lola? Lana? Did you know that Lincoln has very ticklish...," Luna paused, before leaning down and grabbing one of Lincoln's legs forcibly, then wiggled her fingers delicately on the underside of Lincoln's foot.

"...FEET!" Luna roared out in surprise as Lincoln suddenly squirmed like never before. He tried wiggling his legs and repressing his struggled awkward laughter, but Luna's grip was tight as she pressed her fingers even harder in the bare underside of Lincoln's foot.

"AAH! HAAHAHAUHH! I SWEAR I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS LUNA! I SWEAR! YOU'LL BE THE ONE BEING TIC-AAHAHHGHGHGHG...GOD IT TICKLES! AH MY FEET! AUGGHGG MY FEET!" Lincoln yelled as he cried out tears from laughing and struggling so hard.

Luna suddenly let go. Lincoln flipped over the couch and hid behind the back.

"I DON'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE!" Lincoln bellowed out in jest with a discombobulated smile inadvertently forming on his face. He tried feigning outrage and roaring displeasure. But he secretly loved this.

Luna just let out a proud smile as Lincoln slowly curled back onto the couch, tucking his feet under the covers out of Luna's sight. Luna just wiggled her fingers at him like she was ready for round three, and it caused his hair on the back of his neck to raise right up and to curl his toes in on themselves.

"I will get you Luna," Lincoln huffed in a defeated smile, then thought, "...dang it! I hate having ticklish feet. I gotta find out if Luna has a ticklish spot on her, somewhere...besides down there," Lincoln thought as he blushed from remembering what he did to Luna...his dream come true moment. It crossed his mind again, and his whole body suddenly became awash in a tsunami of blood flow and torrents of nervous tension.

"No...no...not now," Lincoln begged as he tried to pretend he was watching Lola and Lana play their game, then checked over everyone to make sure Lily was okay and not spouting off obscenities in her endless array of impressions. Lincoln tried to keep his eyes off Luna.

It wasn't working; he was getting a powerful urge to go down on her again.

"Shit...SHIT! NOT NOW LOUD! YOUR PARENTS ARE ALREADY DOING THAT!"

Lincoln tried to re-direct his spastic electricity; he leaned over without looking at Luna and whispered to her, "I swear I will get you by the end of tonight moon-girl; that's a promise. I will find out where and how on you you're ticklish."

"Sure ya will bro...sure ya will," Luna said in a singing tune, before she leaned over and said, "by the way dude, can I have another one?"

"Another what? A round to torture me and humiliate me? No thanks," Lincoln growled in fun, before Luna shook her head, then slipped one her boots off.

She looked around cautiously for a moment, towards Lily, then Lola and Lana, at their parent's bedroom, then all around all the spaces again; she grinned.

"Talkin about a massage...for my sore feet. Later, promise mate?" Luna whispered, sticking her bare foot in Lincoln's lap.

"...hmmmm...I guess I can hook you up...promise, but no more tickling me."

"...no promises on that Lincoln...hehe...and the foot massage may not be the only kind of massage I want...hehehe..."

---

Upstairs in the little genius' room, Lisa Loud was hard at work focusing her energies and preparatory work on implementing her first plan; getting Lincoln's biological production machinery in his groin to be slightly altered at the molecular genetics level.

"...dang it. I really didn't want to have to do this...CURSES! This will be one of the biggest tests of my scientific and situational control methods besides my long term temporal experience memory analyzer. But...at the very least I have some degree of retracting any negative results that might come about from this."

Lisa huffed in her shoulder as she rested her forehead on her lab bench. She just finished priming her genetic re-wiring nanotech sample digitally, but was missing several incomplete, important pieces of biological data and pieces of Lincoln's gametes, the specific codes of DNA and eventual RNA that would need to be filtered out.

"Filtering out the similar gene codes and sequences between Lincoln and Luna is tantamount to genetically modifying Lincoln's sperm cells...even if this was the least risky of the possible options in her mind to control this wildfire of incest approaching, the risks are still catastrophic in and of themselves, particularly for Lincoln."

She wanted to be one-hundred percent sure this would work; fat chance of that ever being the case, as even her best experiments could have only ninety-nine point ninety-nine, nine nine, nine nine percent probabilities of success, replicability and reproducibility, and an even smaller probability of ninety-five percent likelihood of this one in particular working without any long term affects. The memory and experience analyzer trials and experiments had even lower probabilities of success...pitiful probabilities, which is why she'd be focusing nearly all her time and energy for the next two weeks on this endeavor.

This was a major gamble on Lincoln's biological constitution, but given how dire and extreme the situation among her elder siblings had gotten up to this point, it terrified Lisa that Lincoln and Luna might unwittingly produce a doomed child in an asinine attempt in making love. And Lisa was relatively certain neither might go for aborting the fetus.

"I have no choice; I have to do this, for the family. I'm sorry Lincoln...hopefully there won't be too many horrific repercussions, and all I need is a sample...oh lord...GOOD GOD!" Lisa moaned out as she spilled her guts yet again, this time having a trash can right next to her if her queasiness got the better of her.

"...bleeeeck...incest...it had to be incest! WHY COULDN'T IT BE SOMETHING MORE MILD? LIKE SOCIOPATHIC TENDENCIES! OR NEEDING A BOOST IN THEIR GRADES! OR A METAPHYSICAL LAPSE IN THEIR OUTLOOK ON REALITY? Though to be fair, that last one is probably happening now too cause of these forbidden relationships...go figure."

Lisa reeled and regained her composure, wiped the chocolaty vomit off her lips, expectorated a gob of acid from her mouth and gargled on a liquid toothpaste of her design to regain the calcium on her teeth and dilute the stomach acid in her mouth.

"I need to formulate a pill to help me cope against my emotionally violent vomiting spells, otherwise I can't deal with or control this incest of my brother and sister...possibly sisters if this situation deteriorates any more...poor Luan. If there was ever a heart-broken soul on Earth, it'd probably be her. How ironic she's the comedian...and it turns out she has such degrees of sexual depravity and emotional turmoil...guess that's why comedians are statistically on average more likely to be depressed and commit suicide than the population at large."

Lisa looked over her specs one more time on procedure LLM7-5-7-5, one of Lisa's most enterprising experiments at this point besides the major project on the horizon for Luan. For this one to be successful in its extremely simple design and protocol, she had to get a sample of Lincoln's...sperm...a semen sample.

"...and that's why C-137 drinks...why I need more chocolate than usual...goodness...well...for new frontiers of scientific understanding, I must do this. But most importantly, I have to keep them safe...curse my primitive sibling kinship...curse it to hell!"

As Lisa permitted her mind to grapple with the prospect of somehow acquiring a sample of Lincoln's...gametes, she thought for a moment in determining how she could acquire it without either Lincoln or Luna knowing about it, how she could secretly get it. It wasn't an easy task, given that such fluids don't just emanate spontaneously.

"Hmmm...well, if he's like most teenagers his age, he should have wet dreams; that would make sample collection quite simple, though extremely awkward...but I need the sample ASAP, or I could lose time in intercepting the...unionizing process between Lincoln and Luna...waiting for him to fall asleep, hoping he could have one of those moments of subconscious...DNA shooting...ohhh my stomach...come on Lisa...you can do this...you can do this...if you can come up with gifts based on inventions after inve...THAT'S IT! BY GEORGE! THAT'S HOW I'LL DO IT!"Lisa roared out in happiness and joy.

She frantically ran over to a chest drawer.

"Wanted to give each one to a family member for their birthday, but giving them all out now and isolating Lincoln and Luna with their gifts...yeah...yes...IMPERIAL! This is the plan; now I just need to set it in action."

Lisa gave a sigh of relief, now feeling confident in her coming scientific and kinship experiment; it was her mission to save the family, covertly, scientifically, and if she played her cards right, would solve one major problem all in one go.

"I will do it...I WILL PERMANENTLY AND POSTIVELY ALTER THE DNA IN YOUR SPERMATOZA GAMETES LINCOLN!...whoa...that is utterly disgusting of me to be proud of...but I'm almost proud in how I'm going to be able to implement this experiment. Even with a house of nine other siblings...well actually seven, given that Leni left for somewhere and Luan left when we got home...still wonder what that was about...I'll get this under control, no problem...I hope."

---

Back downstairs Lincoln managed to get under control his urges, and Luna was now laughing at how absurdly good Lola had gotten at beating Lana's character in their video game. Lincoln was cheering the pink-clothed, dainty princess while Luna was ironically cheering yet laughing at the extremely frustrated Lana. The dials and knobs on her game controller were being crushed to their maximum limit, and she still pressed harder and harder.

"No no NO NO NO! I'M GONNA WIN THIS LOLA! NO ONE STOPS MY FROG DRAGON! NEVER PINK WHIMP!"Lana yelled out in defiance to her status and score on the bottom screen.

"AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN FROG-BUTT!" Lola yelled out viciously yet joyfully as she did several more combo moves.

"I'm so proud of you," Lincoln said with glee and a tear in his eye as he could get a feel for the little knobs and gears of strategy Lola was implementing. It was just like how he played his video games, and Lola made it her own style with a touch of Lincoln's mental mechanics.

"COME ON DUDE! DON'T LOSE TO A FREAKIN CHARACTER WEARING DAINTY PINK! YA GOT A HUGE FROG-DRAGON CHARACTER!? USE THAT SHIT!" Luna yelled out in a mix of roaring but nurturing assistance. Lana just got a more possessed, an angry and determined look on her. Lincoln looked over with a slightly disapproving look at Luna.

"Language Luna; they're nine."

"We're a competitive family, so? And I heard pink dudette Lola talking like a truck driver the other day; some well mannered princess pageant contestant she turned out to be."

"Shut up Luna!" Lola mumbled as she almost stumbled from that psyche-out moment. Luna laughed, Lana smiled at Lola missing a punch, but Lola came back even stronger than before.

"That's it...THAT'S IT! NOW LOLA!" Lincoln squealed out.

"DUDE! BLOCK IT! SHE'S GONNA USE THAT TIARA ON YA!" Luna yelled back defiantly in trying to help steer Lana. Lana blocked the move from Lola's princess character, only for the character to pop out of nowhere from above and land on the head of the frog dragon. Lola then quickly sliced the head off, winning the final round.

"...HAHA! YEEEAAAAHHHHHH! I WIN! I WIN!" Lola yelled out in roaring triumph as Lincoln picked her up and held her high up in the air, throwing her up and down in triumph.

Lana just gave the ultimate stink face and evil eye to Lincoln and Lola. Luna leaned down to her.

"It's alright Lana; that frog-dragon character is more badass anyways."

"...you really think so Luna?"

"Heck yeah little dudette! It's sweet! Might want you to draw me a picture of that with Lily over there if ya got a sec. Mind if I want to put it on my wall? And put Hops in it; he's a cool little frog dude too."

"Awee...thanks Luna," Lana said sweetly, smiling as she gave a cuddle hug to Luna, before jumping off and heading to the jumping pile that was Lincoln and Lola.

"No hard feelings, huh twinkle toes?" Lana asked Lola with her hand out.

"You gotta admit, that was the most epic win for a princess in a game you've ever seen," Lola said as she let Lincoln sit on the carpet so she could wiggle down off his shoulders.

"Yeah...I admit...BUT I'M GONNA KICK YOUR BUTT NEXT ROUND! THREE OUT OF FIVE!"

"DREAM ON FROG-KISSER!"

"Girls?" Lincoln asked in a slightly more mature tone. This caught Luna's attention.

"...we're just playing Lincy," Lola said, as Lola and Lana gave each other tiny punches, before hugging each other with cinnamon-like sweetness. Lana then pulled Lola over to the table and said she should draw their video game characters so Luna could do something with them, like hang them in Luna's room, or hang them on the already clogged refrigerator of Lily, Lola and Lana's drawings, and the one by Leni still up.

Lincoln took a breather and collapsed on the couch. Luna got off the couch for a moment, paused the game and changed the channel, putting on Netflix and playing a documentary on The Beatles.

"Dude...I was born in the wrong time man...bloody hell."

"Weren't we all Luna?"

"Oh...OH! This is it!" Luna said excitedly as she pulled Lincoln in a tight embrace as the documentary started playing a song on it.

"Oh...oooooohhhhhh my god...I love this song Lincoln!" Luna said with an exasperated tone, humming with this tune.

"This is it! This version! Ya can't find if anywhere virtually anymore...God damn I love this song Lincoln!"

"Sounds...really spacey, like it's about space."

"It's called Across the Universe; it's their most...for me, cosmic and uplifting song. Oh man...hear them lyrics Lincoln? Bloody hell, I just...Jai guru deva, om...Nothing's gonna change my world," Luna paused, mimicking the acoustic guitar picking motions, before she continued on, "Nothing's gonna change my world...Nothing's gonna change my world...Nothing's gonna change my world."

"Ya really like this song Luna?"

"It's...it's actually the first rock song I listened...that made me think of you."

"Me? So, like, when you just listened to a rock song after that McSwagger concert?"

"Not quite; I heard pops playing this in the car on the way to a store when I was little, before me hero McSwagger called me up and I knew what I wanted to do. I pestered Pop-pop for a long time to see if he could tell me what song that was. Finally he found an old vinyl and record player from the garage; still got that in my room ya know. That was my first major intro to the Beatles. I dunno why, but the way the song felt, it just seemed that the universe would never take my brother away...know what I mean?"

Lincoln looked at Luna with a blank expression.

"Oh man, that's such a stupid, sappy origin story for my love of the Beatles and the first rock song that made me think of you. I-"

Lincoln pulled Luna in a gentle hug; Luna seemed a bit unprepared and blushed slightly.

"I think it's sweet Luna. I'm glad this song reminds you of me; it's really cool actually."

"Thanks bro...love ya," Luna said quietly as she hugged Lincoln hard, Lincoln returning it as well, before Luna tightened her grip around his slightly slouched form, causing his face to go right into her bust.

"Whoops...sorry bro...although I could swear I felt some tongue on those boobs of mine," Luna coughed out lowly in laughter with a tinge red in her face as Lincoln flushed red.

"Who knows; maybe I can play that song for us and make it have even more feeling; maybe when you take my head off again," Luna said in a seductive whisper.

"AAAAHAHAHH! LYNN! SLOW DOWN DOWN THERE! YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY HEAD OFF! OH GOD!" They heard Rita shout suddenly, before they heard muffles, presumably them trying to be quieter.

Lincoln and Luna's eyes shot out as their pupils contracted. They turned towards the dining table; it looked like the twins and Lily did not hear that.

"Holy fucking shit; thank goodness they didn't hear mom," a bewildered Luna mumbled as she stared in concern at the younger siblings.

"Jeez...that's gotta be where we get it from," Lincoln thought openly, Luna giving a momentary wink in the awkward environment and setting of their parents obviously doing something...intimate.

"So...we're gonna just ignore what we heard, right?" Lincoln asked.

"I'm good with that. Ain't too sexy to flirt when your pops is eatin your mum out," Luna said matter-of-factly as Lincoln keeled over in shock and disgust.

"...bleck! That's one sentence I could have gone without hearing for the rest of my life."

"Reality is full of screwed up stuff...like us," Luna chuckled out.

"Ha ha ha..." Lincoln mumbled.

"And I wouldn't change it for a second...HEY!" Luna shouted, Lincoln jumping up in surprise.

"Holy crap Luna! What? Don't scare me like that! That's Lucy's job...speaking of which...where is she?"

"I dunno, probably being spooky again, but hold that thought; I had an idea. Care to hear it dude?"

"Sure. What's on your mind rocker girl?"

"Well bro, I was thinking about using a code word for us, something between you and me...how do you feel about my little bit of Swedish?"

"Pretty good, though I don't know a thing about the Swedish language. Why?"

"Well...I wanna tell you how much I love you so much sometimes, it gets annoying not being able to do that out in the open...so I was thinking almost every time I see you, I could say, "Herdi Verdi Verdi."

"...you'd overload me with cuteness Luna."

"Huh?"

"I thought the way you said that Swedish stuff in that accent of yours was just too adorable," Lincoln said with a blush, "and it doesn't mean anything, does it Luna?"

"I dunno; just heard it somewhere, but don't know where, or what the heck it actually means. I just like the phrase, and want it to mean something between us. What'ya think?"

"...I like it. Let's do it!"

"ROCKIN! Hey Lincoln?"

"Hey?"

"...herdi verdi verdi...teeeheee!"

"Man does that phrase melt me," Lincoln said with a smile as he leaned into the couch more, placing his legs and feet on the full couch length right below Luna.

"Hmmm...ready for round three? Thought your feet were ticklish?" Luna said with a devilish grin as she wiggled her fingers closer to his feet.

"OH SHIT! Almost forgot about that," Lincoln said urgently, pulling his legs to his sides in a pretzel and placing some pillows on himself. Luna just leaned over and put her head on his pillow-covered lap. With no sign of tickling from Luna's relaxing expression and form, they both settled together and watched the Beatles documentary.

"Hey Luna?"

"Yeah Dude?"

"...herdi verdi verdi."

"Herdi verdi verdi to you too bro...always and forever herdi verdi verdi...verdi."

As they settled comfortably on the couch, Lily suddenly ran to the couch with a minor look of concern on her face. Luna looked down in a nurturing tone.

"Hey Lily, what's up?"

"Luna? Are mommy and daddy making another me?" Lily asked with some reserve yet fright. Luna and Lincoln looked at each other as they heard a tinge of bed-rattling from their parent's room.

"Ah shit, she must have heard them," Luna thought in dread, "Lily probably knows by know what they're up to...shit."

Lincoln and Luna just brushed it off, and looked warmly at the little quivering Lily.

"Nah, you're too cute to replace Lily? Wanna join us up here? Little Lily-bug?" Luna asked sweetly, padding a space by her chest. Lily wiggled up and cuddled next to Luna, snug inside Luna's arms as she rested her head just around Luna's heart. Lincoln looked down and felt a warm, intoxicating feeling of peace, serenity and happiness fill him up, cuddled with his family, relaxing and ruminating the day.

"Man...this is perfect...just perfect," he thought as he basked in the moment of being in the comfort of his family, Lily curled and cuddled with the sister that holds and plays with her more than any other...the love of his life, he whimsically thought to himself.

"Aaaaaaaauuuuhhhhh...this is the life."

1:33 PM

Suddenly Lisa ran down the stairs extremely quickly, much faster than she normally does, even when hopped up on chocolate. Lily, Lincoln, Luna, Lola and Lana all looked at the genius rebound up and down the stairs, out the back door, back and forth. It happened so many times that they just phased it out of their own fields of activity. Lisa did this for about fifteen minutes, before she walked to the center area between the dining room with Lola and Lana and the living room with Lily, Lincoln and Luna.

"...ehck ehmmm...I have an announcement my fellow kin," Lisa said in a closed-eyed, confident and calm manner. She had a tiny smile on her, as though she was extremely proud and pepped for what she was about to reveal. They looked at her curiously.

"Well...besides our parental units being about as subtle as the KT event or copulating Ovibos moschatusas, colloquially known as musk oxen...I've developed multiple inventions and surprises that you may all fall in love with; all of you. As you all already know, I work on a menagerie of various designs and inventions; it just so happens that as of late I have made a series of improvements to additive manufacturing of colloquial items in mass production and economized its use and applicability in the home. In fact, I've made one for all of you...but that's just a sampler."

"...huh...you made us gifts dude?" Luna asked.

"Precisely. I'm calling a family meeting to bring everyone outside. All is prepped."

"...you aren't going to be experimenting on us again, are you Lisa?" Lincoln asked in a questioning tone.

"If by mean observe your ecstatic reactions to these new inventions and toys I'm giving to each of you, then yes."

"Wait a minute...TOYS?" Lana yelled out excitedly.

"Yes indeed Lana. Scientifically they are a marvel, but in the suburban classification, they could be seen as toys, or playthings. I'd like to give one to each of you."

"YAAAAYYYY!" Lily yelled out as she ran over to hug Lisa tightly.

"HUH...yes...yaaay indeed Lily. Now we just need our parental-"

"WHOA! WHAT'D WE MISS?" Lynn Sr came screaming out of their room, running towards Lisa full speed. Rita just came out with a giddy awestruck and stupefied look on her face. Lisa and everyone else caught that.

"...ignoring that disturbing fact of reality... mom, dad? You're included as well; you each get one."

"Awe, that's so nice sweetie," Rita purred out, still looking drunk with pleasure at Lynn Sr. He was now focused on this mysterious toy or plaything Lisa was alluding to. He, Lily and Lana started bouncing up and down like jumping Chihuahuas in ecstatic wait. Rita just shook her head and thought sarcastically, "thank goodness you're not too much of a child Lynn."

"So, let us proceed to the exterior property," Lisa motioned, methodically opening the door.

Lynn Sr, Lily and Lana flew out the door, Rita and Lola walked normally, and Luna and Lincoln were coming out together, before Lisa put her hand up.

"Whoa dude, what's up?"

"Yeah, don't we get to check these out Lisa? You said everybody."

"Correct, but I have an addendum; you've...uhhh...seen these already, so the surprise would not be as concentrated."

"Huh...we seen them already little smart dudette? When? We see a lot of your funky cool gadgets," Luna said with a cool, laxed tone. Lincoln smiled from Luna's tone; Lisa gace out a huff.

"...funky...ughh...well I digress; I have two specific inventions for each of you. Luna? Lincoln? Your presents are in Luna's room. I have them already for you to view and play to your heart's content."

"Wow! That's cool Lisa. You made us special gifts?"

"Correct Lincoln. I believe you will be quite enamored with them, both of you," Lisa said with a confident little smile. Lincoln and Luna bent down and both hugged Lisa tightly.

"Awwwww...thank's Lisa."

"Yeah smarty-pants. We love ya."

"Eh ehmmm...indeed, the feelings are reciprocated. Now, I'd recommend you both head to Luna's room; your gifts are...waiting."

"Thanks dude!" Luna called out as she dragged Lincoln up the stairs.

Lisa just gave an overly confident smirk.

"So...phase one of today's sample extraction is complete. Now we just have phases two and three; stimulating the sample's extraction, then acquisition of said sample...well actually, there's going to be a fourth phase; sample processing and reverse gamete genetic code analysis...five phases...quite possibly tampering...but that'll be a cake-walk compared to what I'm about to do with Luan's hellish mental landscape."

Lisa saw Lincoln and Luna's legs and feet disappear from the corner wall as they moved at a steady rate around the corner wall up the stairs. She looked up towards the ceiling, presumably at the sky in intent, and sighed.

"I don't believe in you...but if you do exist...forgive me; I'm about to implement an extraordinarily questionable and morally unsound extraction protocol...but I believe it to be of sound intent; no malice behind it. I want to protect my family."

Lisa sighed for a moment, then headed back outside. Unknown to her, hidden inside the chimney and listening away, was Lucy Loud. She heard it all, especially Lisa's cryptic last message.

"Why did she send Lincoln and Luna upstairs to look at different gifts than the ones she's planning on giving out to all of us...I mean...besides me...sigh...forgotten again...sigh."

Lucy wiggled out of the chimney with extreme delicate ease. She looked up the stairs, then towards the exterior window. Whatever Lisa was doing, the family outside seemed to be frantically freaking out in joy by whatever inventions Lisa had on show and was allocating to them.

"They seem...happy...but it seems strange to isolate Lincoln and Luna like that from everyone else...and send them to Luna's room? Let's see...she said she made them specific gifts...what could she be alluding to?"

Lucy decided to investigate. Whatever was outside being enjoyed by most of the family could wait; this was involving Lincoln and Luna, and she promised she'd make sure she'd keep tabs on them to ensure they wouldn't do something crazy...beyond the line that was already crossed a while ago, the movie theaters, Lincoln's revelation...whatever they did last night, and covertly on the couch moments ago.

Lucy quietly walked up stairs, hiding in a corner shadow as she heard Luna by the bathroom.

"Come on dude! Ya done peeing yet? What if it's ice cream?"

"Luna, Lisa wouldn't waste her time on something like that," Lincoln said from behind the bathroom door.

"Ya never know bro. Remember those gross experiments she did with all our stoo-"

"DON'T NEED TO REMEMBER THAT LUNA!"

"Yeah, me either," Lucy thought.

Moments later Lucy heard the toilet flush, the bathroom sink turned on for some seconds, then Lincoln pop back out and walk with Luna to her room.

"Alright...ready dude?"

"Yup, let's see them."

"...I can't let them see me," Lucy thought as she ran along the wall to her room, making a quick dark flash.

"Whoa...see that Luna?"

"What?"

"Huh...nothing I guess."

"Come on bro! This is gonna be fun...I hope, unless Lisa' tricking us, but that's Luan's department."

Lucy crawled into and flew through the ventilation like never before, heading right to Luna's room, nearly cutting her hands, arms and feet in the process on various erratic rips and tears in the metal interior. Luckily she was able to effectively squirm and wiggle with surprising dexterity throughout the maze of vents.

Finally arriving at the vent entrance, coated with more dust bunnies than usual, looking through the vent cover slits she tried getting a good view of anything besides the floor in the room's center.

"They haven't gone in yet; what's taking them?"

The door suddenly swung open, revealing Luna giving Lincoln a noogie and they walked through the doorway together.

"Hmm...they're just messing around with each other like they were still only just brother and sister...sigh."

"So let's see what Lisa got u...u..uu...uuuu-" Lincoln stuttered before he paused, his whole body exploded in overjoyed happiness, "...HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP! LUNA! YOU SEE THAT?"

"...whoa...no way...NO FRICKIN WAY!" Luna yelled in a happy screech. Lincoln and Luna both jumped up high in the air in a mutual giddy hug of joy as they saw their gifts from Lisa; a new fluorescent glossy purple electric guitar for Luna, and for Lincoln a scale-model diorama of a giant monster fight with Godzilla, Gamera, Mothra, Rodan, Anguirus, Titanosaurus, King Kong and Ultraman fighting against the collective of King Ghidorah, Gyaos, Destroyah, Gigan, SpaceGodzilla, Hedorah and Monster X.

Both Lincoln and Luna shrieked uncontrollably like preteen girls at a Jonas Brothers concert for nearly a whole minute; Lucy covered her ears in annoyance. The sounds of "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" rattled the room hard.

Still jumping up and down with glee and excitement, Luna ran to her new stylized electric guitar on Luan's bed. Lincoln ran to the corner room with the model set-up; they nearly tripped over each other from their overzealous elation.

"Dude! This thing is rockin! Full chord specs? Gyrating ability? I bet it glows in the dark...does it?" Luna asked, before clapping her hands for a moment to make the room darker.

"HEY!" Lincoln yelled out.

"Sorry bro...BUT HOLY FUCK IT GLOWS! IT GLOWS PURPLE! THIS IS SO AWESOME!"

Luna clapped her hands again, turning the lights back on. Lincoln was marveling at the degree of detail and craftsmanship of the small diorama of giant monsters.

"DANG! THIS IS ONE OF THE COOLEST THINGS EVER! THE BEST FIGHTING THE BEST!" Lincoln cried out in happiness as he meticulously scanned every physiological detail and color application of the mini kaiju.

"Wow...this is even Final Wars Godzilla! He's the strongest of them all...hey...wait a minute; what's this?"

Lincoln saw in Godzilla's mouth a small USB drive, and on it a small sticky note with a message written in extremely pristine but tiny writing. Lincoln opened it all of the way up and read it out loud.

I hope you will find this diorama a whimsical addition to your interests and science fiction proclivities. I also hope this USB will be among the steps I take in articulating just how much I regret my role in being one of the creators of the sister fight protocol, and value you as my older brother. I do not express emotions or thoughts like these on a regular basis, but I want you to know, I do love you Lincoln. After me you are the most intellectually gifted in the house, and I know one day you will find your spark; perhaps you have, and don't even know it. Again, my sincerest apologies dear brother.

Love, Lisa Loud

PS, I hope you enjoy your memories again.

Lincoln smiled sweetly as he held the little note; Lisa never was frank or open with her emotions, opting for the more cold, cool and unsympathetic scientist role she absorbed.

"This is a special little note...Lisa's never this...human, with any of us. I'm keeping this one," Lincoln thought warmly, "but what the heck does she mean by enjoying my memories?"

He thought about this methodically for a few moments, before seeing more writing towards the bottom.

PPS, I'm giving Luan a copy of the USB data; after me she's the best at keeping electronic records in the family in case you accidently bungle all my hard work.

He huffed a self depreciative laugh at himself, knowing full well he might accidently to that again in the future Whatever she meant, Lincoln had no clue, but was curious. He tucked the note in his pocket.

Lucy heard and was extremely taken aback by what she was seeing and hearing.

"Lisa Loud...having a heart and being Santa Claus...did she find out the world is ending? Sigh...she's never this open...never this amicable."

Lincoln looked over his diorama and fiddled with the USB, wondering what was on it.

"Hmmm...Luna? Mind if I borrow your laptop for a moment?"

"Sure dude; just don't download a virus onto it looking at big titty Latina girls again...hehe."

"ONE TIME LUNA! One time!"

"Sure it was one time," Luna said while giving him a sarcastic wink,"...I don't mind; fuck, I'll join ya if you want," Luna said with a cheeky grin.

"I bet you would ya horny rocker."

"...this is really uncomfortable," Lucy thought as she heard Lincoln and Luna flirting lewdly with one another, "but I got to admit; they seem to...I suppose the word is...fit? Match? It's as though their spirits have joined...sigh...and those gifts are right up their alleys. Lisa did a really good job...too good a job...HUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH! What's her game? She's never this nice...does she know about them?"

Lincoln popped the USB drive into the laptop, and moments later, he saw what was on it.

"...Oh...oh my god...Luna?"

"Yeah dude?" Luna said as she strummed several rippling chords.

"Luna!...Lisa found them...she got them back," Lincoln stuttered as he felt a big warm knot in his heart. He felt his face and eyes getting hot and flushed.

"...dude...you okay?" Luna asked in concern, seeing these signs as a clue to some kind of distress in Lincoln. Lincoln just shook, his back now turned away. Luna put her new guitar down and walked over to him.

He was crying...smiling and crying.

"Dude...Lincoln...what's up?"

"...it's my pictures...my photos...the ones I thought I accidently trashed years ago...they're all here."

"What?"

"I don't know how...but Lisa found all my childhood photos with you guys...look! Here's me and Lynn playing in the bathtub! And Lori feeding me ice cream! Me, Luan and a baby Lucy riding on a toy horsey ride at the mall, or a supermarket! Luna...they're all here," Lincoln said with a watery tone as he sniveled.

Luna hugged him as he clicked and scrolled through the many thousands of photos and files. Somehow, Lisa managed to retrieve them from the inferno of the electronic trash bin, from non-existence.

"Dude...Lincoln, this is probably the nicest thing Lisa's ever done for you," Luna said as she smiled along with Lincoln, cuddling with him as he silently wept at looking at the memories enrapture him like a tsunami again.

"I mean, I know it doesn't matter, cause you guys are the most important thing, not pictures, and you help me remember those times; having you guys around is enough, but for Lisa to do this?"

"Ya forgive her then bro?"

"I already forgave her; now I have some new serious respect for her."

Lucy felt mixed and conflicted. She remembered how much it devastated Lincoln to lose all his pictures, but she, Luna and everyone else were off on their own adventures for that day, leaving Lincoln and Clyde to their devices to try and replicate Lincoln's pictures and retain his memories. Later the sisters apologized to him, and started recollecting seemingly lost memories for him, things could he recall, things he couldn't, things he remembered fondly, others he'd prefer to forget.

But this level of appreciation and conscientiousness on Lisa's part seemed totally unprecedented, even after having a comet be named after someone dear to Lincoln; Lucy noted that she would have to look into that "Mary's Comet" deal eventually. Lincoln, as far as Lucy knew, did not know anyone named Mary.

Right now Lucy had this feeling that Lisa was somehow doing a scientific experiment of sorts; the methodical means were striking, subtle but striking. Only problem was...Lucy had no idea what the ends were.

"I had a bad feeling this might be the case; Lisa, are you toying with this situation just to collect your data and use this for whatever twisted purpose you have? If so...I can't let you do this," Lucy thought, staring at the deathly cold metal ventilation plate in front of her. Suddenly she heard Lincoln give a quick whimper from below.

"What the...what are these files?" Lincoln asked. Luna looked with him on the screen as well; they were video files. He had no such types on in his repository of family pictures, just photos.

"Look bro, there's a word document saying open me."

Lincoln opened up the document file and read it out loud.

"These were not part of your previous lost records, but I stumbled upon them; I suspect someone in the family may have accidently deleted them at some point while being on the computer. Either way, I think you will enjoy these home recordings, especially recording four."

"Hmm...wonder what she's talkin about Linc," Luna said curiously as Lincoln pressed on the file labeled recording four.

The view came on to a slightly younger Lynn Sr with more hair on his head; he gave the camera a cross-eyed look. Lincoln and Luna both laughed at that.

"Ah yeah! Family video!" Luna said with a punch in the air. Lincoln smiled as he wiped his tears.

Lynn Sr gave another funny look into the camera, then puffed out pseudo duck lips, then was pulled by their mother Rita, hips not looking nearly as wide in the hip department.

"Aww honey? I was giving the camera a handsome show! It needs some personlynnality, haha, get it?"

"That can wait dear; look what I just found!" Rita squealed quietly out of shot.

As Lincoln and Luna watched, they saw Rita and Lynn Sr traverse the Loud House from a different time, a little over twelve years ago.

In one shot they saw a seven year old mini- Lori in a baby-blue single dress, playing with a toy phone and pretending to talk to invisible friends on the couch. Leni's six year old self was sitting at the single couch chair with a big giant happy smile on her face, wearing a mint green dress, trying on shoes and hats that were much too big for her; Rita's shoes dangled right off her tiny feet as Lynn Sr's hats covered her head; Leni's wavy hair was abnormally long, almost all the way to her lower back. By the single dining room table was Luan's four year old form with slightly baggy hair in a yellow scrunchy; she was jumping up and down, playing invisible hopscotch with lines marked in the dining room carpet. A three year old Lynn with a thick head of hair wearing nothing but a diaper was running and wiggling around the little laughing Luan the entire time, mumbling and bumbling words out that had no intelligibility; she was as happy as could be running around Luan's hopscotch playing.

"Oh my god that is so CUTE! You all were so tiny at one time!" Lincoln said with a giddy tone, "but...I'm kinda wondering where you are Luna."

"Hmm...maybe I was with pop-pop; who knows?" Luna opinioned, before they saw the camera turn widely.

"SSSHhhhhh!" Rita said to Lynn Sr as they approached their room. The opened the door slightly, and the parents did silent "EEEEEEEEEE's" by the site. Luna and Lincoln couldn't believe what they were seeing.

On Rita and Lynn Sr's bed, was a one year old baby Lincoln in a diaper, head draped in his infamous white fluffy and long, wavy hair. He was being cuddled and held by a five year old Luna Loud, who herself had extremely long brunette hair that went down her back. She had on her an overly conservative and girly purple dress with tiny purple stockings on, and was singing a little song as she cuddled with the cooing baby. Lynn Sr zoomed in the footage to get a better look.

"Oh bruthy Lincy, so sweet and cute, your smile makes my toes wiggle in a boot," little Luna sang in a sing song for the babbling, happy Lincoln. "Soft white hair, so fluffy, fuzzy and wuzzy, you're my bruthy wuthy...ooohh...how...how bout dis Lincoln?" Luna asked with a tiny smile as she held Lincoln up in her arms and cradled him even more, beginning to rock him back and forth.

The camera suddenly turned around.

"Look at my sap of a husband," Rita said with a big smile as Lynn Sr was tearing up with a big, quivering smile.

"Shut up Rita, and turn the camera back! This is gonna stay in our family forever!"

The camera refocused again on little Luna and baby Lincoln. Suddenly Lori, Leni carrying a stuffed rabbit and Luan carrying a bumbling three year old Lynn ran inside their room, looking from the foot of the bed and watched silently as Lincoln was beginning to shut his eyes ever so slightly, yawning little baby yawns. Little Luna began singing so soothingly and cutely.

"Da milky way upon the heavens, is twinkling just for you. We all love you so very...so very, very much. My little angel bruther, so cuddly and sweet...I'll take care of you, forever and ever...and that's a promise I'll always... forever...will keep."

"Another song Luna. It's so totesies cuties," little Leni said as she awkwardly crawled up and cuddled along the side of Luna to watch Lincoln slowly closing his eyes. Lori gave a little impatient huff, but crawled up as well, sitting next to Leni. Luan struggled on the other side of the bed to lift little Lynn up. Lynn crawled on all fours slowly to the baby Lincoln, babbling quietly, before Luan wiggled herself up on the bed; she fell right off and almost caused a thud, to which the camera angle went sporadic as Rita and Lynn Sr rushed over to help her.

"I'm okay," little Luan squeaked, before Lynn Sr picked her up and placed her on the bed; she cuddled to the diminutive Lynn, who was watching like a hawk baby Lincoln's eyes get heavier and heavier.

"Please Luna?" Luan asked, leaning over Lynn into Luna's ear with a big begging smile.

Little Luna hummed a moment, seemingly thinking of something on the spot; baby Lincoln wiggled his fingers into a content little curl, gripping Luna's little fingers as he drifted off in Luna's arms.

Luna saw the tiny spark in her little version's eyes light off; it made Luna start feeling tears well up.

"It's funny, little Lincy...it's funny, little dude...Lori, Leni, Luan and Lynn, mommy and daddy too...and all our other brothers and sisters who you will see go, goo goo... we will always love you, till everything is blue...no matter what ever happens, when bad things go boo...we will always be there, my widdle white-haired dew... I'll always be there...and I will always love you."

It was apparent that Lynn Sr was crying happily behind the camera; Rita was looking at Luna with such a proud motherly expression.

"That was like, so pwetty Luna," Leni said sweetly as she gave the little Luna and the baby Lincoln packaging she was holding a small gentle hug.

"Thank you Leni," Luna replied, before Leni, Lori, Luan and Lynn cleared the bed and slowly headed for the door. Heavy pitter-patter of the stairs could be heard from the room. Rita suddenly gently climbed into the bed next to Luna and Lincoln. Luna looked up with a curious expression.

"Thank you so much for getting him to sleep Luna; your little brother Lincoln really likes your voice," Lynn Sr said, trying to reel in his teary choking. Rita leaned down and picked Lincoln up out of her lap.

"Mommy...Mommy? Are you taking Lincy to sleeping time now?"

"Yes deary, mommy had a rough day at work; time for us all to go to beddy-by time now, okey-dokey?"

"I...I guess so, but can I sleep here with Lincy and you instead? I promise I'll be quiet. Please?"

"Sorry sweetie, Lincoln kept us up all night on a tiny noise from Leni, and needs his beauty rest, and you still need to get use to your new room," Rita said as she pulled Lincoln from their grasp.

"Say goodnight Luna baboona," Lynn Sr said, before Luna was taken off the bed and put on the floor. Lynn Sr set the camera on the bed; it caught the little Luna Loud, her lower lip quivering and puffed out, and her eyes getting red, tears rolling down her tiny freckled-cheeks.

"Awe kiddo, don't be like that? It's bedtime, and we all have to hit the hey. You'll see him tomorrow, I promise," Lynn Sr said supportively with absolute nurture in his tone.

"I...I know...I hope," little Luna sniveled out in a trembling quiver. Lynn Sr picked her up and held her as she silently cried in his shoulder, "...but I wanted to be with Lincy."

"Ohh...Luna? How about you give him a big goodnight kiss before bed. Would you like that?" Rita said as she patted for little Luna to come over.

Little Luna rubbed her eyes and awkwardly said, "o..okay."

Little Luna wiggled from Lynn Sr's grasp and bent her head down to give her mother a hug, then gave a tiny little hug to the sleeping baby Lincoln.

"Goodnight little brother...I love you," little Luna said quietly as she gave him a soft tiny kiss on his forehead.

"Sweetie, you're going to be such a wonderful big sister to him; I know it," Rita said as she cuffed little Luna's chin. She sniveled, but gave a little smile and said, "thank you mommy."

Suddenly from the corner of the camera, popped little four year old Luan, running along the side of the bed.

"Luna? We gotta go to bed!" Luan said jumping quietly up and down, before Luan suddenly wiggled on the bed slowly, leaning forwards to give Lincoln a little kiss on his forehead as well, then grabbed Luna's hand.

"Come on Luna, please don't be a saddy-pants. We'll sleep in my bed. Wanna look at funny pictures with me under the covers with our light?"

"...okay," little Luna mumbled to Luan with a tiny smile forming. Luan pulled her as Lynn Sr walked with them, all disappearing from the site. Lynn Sr looked down and gave a goofy grin; he realized he left the camera on the whole time.

"Yup, definitely gonna save this for when the kids get older," he opinioned softly as he focused the camera on Rita cuddled up to a sleeping baby Lincoln; she petted his hair and closed her eyes, keeping her forehead near his, and placed pillows behind and all around her to anchor baby Lincoln in a soft, safe zone to not fall off should he wake up without waking up Rita or Lynn Sr.

"...my little boy," Rita whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

Lynn Sr turned around the camera to his face; he was crying with a big have smile on his face again.

"If you're watching this future me, and are having a bad day or one of the kids is pushing you around...more than one at once most likely, watch this. Remember, they're always worth it bud. This place is heavenLynnly...hehe, get it? But that woman...she's your world bud...they all are, and my little boy."

"Daddy? Are you talking into the camera again," little Luan asked with a tiny, squeaky voice. Luna was standing next to her with an awkward, uncomfortable face.

"...yeah sweetie...daddy does silly things, ya know? Come on, let's get you two to bed. Is Lynn with Lori and Leni?"

"Yuppy duppy daddy; she's sleeping between Lori and Leni," little Luan replied back with a skip as they all climbed up the stairs one by one. Their feet, barring Lynn Sr's, were so much tinier and dainty, their steps softer, and most prominently, Luna's cadence and personality seemed totally different. She was such a nervous, timid looking girl walking along, with not a hint of relaxation or chill in her body. She only seemed relaxed with Luan holding her hand as she mumbled little words.

As they got up to the second floor, Lynn Sr opened the baby gate crossing the stairs, let Luna and Luan pass, then closed it. He put the camera on the hallway table as he opened up Luna and Luan's room; it couldn't be seen, only their door.

"Alrighty girls; daddy loves you. Goodnight, sleep-tight, and don't let the bugs bite," he said as he picked up both Luan and Luna, giving them little kisses and tender hugs, before putting them back on the ground.

Luan wiggled in the room; Luna stayed by the door.

"Sweetie?"

"Daddy...is Lincoln going to be okay?"

"Okay? What do you mean Luna-baboona?"

"...well...I heard grandpa say that...something is wrong with him...his white hair...grandpa said he may not be my brother, like he meant it...Daddy...I'm scared for Lincy; I don't wanna lose my baby brother," Luna mumbled out in a cry as tears came down again.

Lynn Sr huffed out in an annoyed tone, "...dad."

He bent down and picked up little Luna again, rocking her back and forth.

"Sweetie, understand your grandpa is...a little silly. He doesn't understand that Lincoln is perfectly alright; he's the healthiest little baby you could ask for. So if he tells you stuff like that again, you come to me, alright?"

"Ok...okay daddy...so Lincy is okay?"

"Lincy is okay Luna. Your white-haired baby brother is rockin well and to the max, now, time for bed. I love you sweetheart."

"I love you to daddy...night-night."

And little Luna jarred the door open slightly, letting some of the hallway's night light filter in. Lynn Sr grabbed the camera momentarily and poked it in; little Luna was crawling under the covers where Luan had her light on.

"Thank goodness for you Luan; you're like a bottomless pit of bubbly joy; Luna really needed someone like you...and you," Lynn Sr suddenly growled lowly. The camera whiplashed at a family photo of a much younger looking Lynn Sr, and alongside him, looking stoic, angry and uncaring, was Lynn Sr's father.

"...only thing you ever did good was hand me down Vanzilla to me...you hippie prick...some hippie you turned out to be anyways," he said lowly at the picture. His father had on hippie clothing and a peace sign.

"I know who you really are...fucking asshole...hypocrite...everything about you was a sham you child-abusive dirtbag wad...I really need to convince Rita to not let him near our children anymore...ever...putting bad thoughts into my kids heads, MY LUNA!" he mumbled loudly, before regaining his composure. He took the picture off the wall, opened up the back corner closet that would one day become Lincoln's room, and threw it in their without concern for breaking it.

"...dang it...why couldn't I have a dad like Albert? Well, he's my father-in-law at least, and the best grandfather you could ask for...double dang it...just ruined all this perfectly good footage with a painful walk down memory lane; gotta edit out this part. Otherwise...this is gonna be a wonderful family video."

Lynn Sr walked to Lori and Leni's room. He peeked in, zooming in on Lori and Leni; between them was a snoring little three year old Lynn. Leni and Lori each had a hand on her shoulders to keep watch.

"You two are so amazing, thank you girls...my little angels," Lynn Sr mumbled happily, before leaving their door jarred.

He turned the camera onto himself, giving a tired but true, happy smile.

"When you're watching this Lynn...me, Lynn Sr anyways, or anyone, even Lynn Jr, just know I have the best family in the world, and at the rate me and Rita...love each other, wink, we're gonna have so many more; I love you all, so, so much, no matter what."

Then the tape cut out.

Nothing more.

As the home video cut black, followed by the play screen, Lincoln gave a happy little cough, rubbed the last few tears off his face and wiggled up.

"Boy...that was something. Man did we veer off from just being siblings, hahahahaah...eh Luna? Kinda curious though about dad's dad, our paternal grandpa; never met the guy myself; I guess he wasn't such a cool guy, but seems like you met him Luna...eh Luna? L-Luna?...Luna?"

Lincoln looked over; Luna was curled in a ball with a guilty look, teary-eyed; she looked as though she committed a murder.

"Luna? Luna, what's wrong? Was it too much down memory lane or something?"

Luna just stayed silent; she stared at the black play screen on her and Luan's laptop.

"Lincoln...dude? Have...have I been raising you, just so I can have you? Take advantage of you? Have I been grooming you? Since you were a baby? Am...am I really that fucked up?"

"...WHAT!?" Lincoln roared out in surprise. He never expected Luna to give this kind of reaction from seeing footage of them so young together.

"Luna, what do you mean? You were being an awesome big sister to me back then when I was in diapers, ya know? Singing with me, playing with me, brother and sister stuff...and you were only five years old!"

"But bro...was I just subconsciously taking care of you all my life...just to be with you?" Luna asked in a quivering lip, looking like her younger counterpart from the video, but aged up significantly. She looked like she was about to fall apart.

"Damn it; she still feels guilty about us...she's the big sister, so I guess this still sort of tortures her that she feels like she's breaking a fundamental huge trust rule...I mean I feel like that sometimes since I'm the protective brother...but still, it's not like Luna's younger self was prepping and coddling me ready for any of this," Lincoln thought as Luna began to cry into her knees.

"I...I'm suppose to protect you! I'm suppose to keep watch of you, keep you safe...AND I GO WANTING TO HAVE SEX AND ROMANTIC DEALS WITH YOU? YOU'RE NOT EVEN AN ADULT YET? I'M FUCKED!"

Luna really let loose on the water works; somehow the home video set off these remnant but still present, powerful insecurities deep in her soul about her relationship with Lincoln.

"God damn it! I'm sorry bro! I just...I hope I'm not the fucking monster I think I am...I'm suppose to keep you safe...always be there for you, ya know?"

Lincoln bent down and wrapped Luna up in his arms as she started crying.

Lucy meanwhile was crying silently herself as she saw this happening before her eyes; she never saw any of this video footage of the family before she or any of the younger sisters were born. It strangely made her so happy on the inside to see her big sisters like that. But she was still humbled and taken back by how guilty and lamentful Luna seemed to be still for starting a relationship with her little brother.

"Luna, please...please don't cry...I...I understand now...you're honest...you're truthful to him about your feelings...you love him, more than just regular love...that's all that matters," Lucy squeaked out silently. She brushed her pitch black hair from her face, smudging the tears from her brilliant dark ocean blue eyes.

"You really do care about him...and you're still sad about feeling like you forced Lincoln in this situation...but I don't think Lincoln feels like he was forced," Lucy thought, as she smiled seeing Lincoln wrapping his arms around the crying Luna supportively, pulling her in his lap as he rocked her back and forth like she did for him all those years ago; it was kinda funny seeing him this do this to Luna, who was still taller and bigger than him.

"Luna, please don't cry like this," Lincoln warmly said as he got Luna to lay her cheeks on his chest.

"I'm sorry dude...I...I didn't mean to fall apart like this; seeing me take care of you like that...I dunno why, but it made me think of so, so many things about the last few weeks and...our future."

"Let's just take it one step at a time then Luna. We got lots of time to grow into this."

"But dude...I feel like I'm making you grow up faster than you should. You shouldn't be dealing with this kinda crap right now...FOR FUCKS SAKES YOU'RE ONLY FOURTEEN!"

"I think I can see myself as, A, a pretty matured fourteen year old, and B, ...one of the luckiest fourteen year old guys of all time. I mean, look at you Luna?"

"What?"

"Please excuse me for being a little...horn-doggish, but Luna...you're hot, you're so fucking hot it's ridiculous; you're like one of the hottest girls I know, if not the. But ya know, that's just icing on the cake with you. You, as you are, ya know? Your personality, you...you, who you are, is who I'm in love with Luna. You're my cake...my yummy vanilla cake."

Luna blushed but partly frowned, looking the other way; she still looked guilty and lamentful.

"God damn it that home video did a number on her...crap!" Lincoln thought guilty.

"Don't torture yourself like this. If anything, I'm breaking my role being your little brother who's suppose to protect you from everything...even me."

"No Lincoln. I, I feel safe and happy when I'm with you...even if we're in the middle of a huge fucking twister, about to be bloody pancaked into a building," Luna said trying to inject a tinge of humor, even though she choked a teary tremble.

"What I mean is Luna, by loving you more than just as a sister."

"But I'm your big sis dude. It's worse for me cause I helped raise you since you were born. I'm...I'm sorry I brought the mood way down bro. I just...I just have this horrible fucking feeling that I was raising you and looking out for you, just in the hopes in becoming more than a regular brother and sister dynamic deal with you...that'd make me a fucking pedophile...god I'm so fucked up...I am a pedophile dude..."

"Fuck that label Luna! I don't agree with it. Hell, our president is like twenty-five years older than his wife! There's four years difference between us; that's an atom in time. Four years, and you'd still go to prison? Screw that. I'll never let anyone take you away from me Luna, no matter what. That bullshit age deal about statutory rape is fucked, and to me, not applicable; you're not raping me Luna, I know it. Period! And what if I was eighteen and you were twenty-two? We'd still be doing incest. And ya know...for a while I thought my sexual thoughts were akin to me raping you, but they're not; it's mutual between us."

"But...these thoughts Linc...they keep popping up over and over again...and you're still so young dude?"

"...these thoughts really affect you still Luna? That much?"

"Yeah bro. It's like...I dunno, I guess I think I may have been too good for bad reasons. I mean, I hope I didn't raise you just so you'd fall for me. That'd feel like the ultimate betrayal to our trust and honesty, ya know?"

"Well...there's nothing to it Luna. You never had feelings like that for me when we were younger, right?"

"Hmm...no, I don't think so," Luna whimpered as she wiped some tears and began controlling herself.

"You were just being a very protective, caring loving sister, but only as an awesome sister. I know the others helped take care of me over time, but you? I always thought you were really always there for me, and based on that home video when I was a baby, I'm guessing my hunch was right."

"Yeah?"

"You coddled and cared for me, and you weren't exactly thinking about being more than brother and sister with your baby brother who was in diapers. You took care of me Luna, for the sake of bonding with me as a sibling...and I feel safe with you too," Lincoln said as he nuzzled his face in Luna's shoulder, resting his head on her chest.

"You didn't raise baby me to eventually fall in love with you Luna; you're not that kind of person. I mean, that's one of the reasons why I think I'm in love with you so much...it's different. Yeah, maybe a little fucked in society's eyes, but fuck society! We're not harming anyone. You raised me cause you loved me...not that kind of love, but you know what I mean. You're a rockin, stellar, cosmic big sister, understand?"

Luna stayed silent, thinking silently and contemplatively.

"Understand Luna?" Lincoln asked a tad more forcefully but in concern.

"Al...alright Lincoln...I understand."

"There's absolutely nothing to your thoughts Luna, know why?"

"Why Lincoln?"

"Because...I reciprocated them independently without you even knowing, and most importantly...herdi verdi verdi Luna...just like that song," Lincoln said lowly as he looked in her vulnerable eyes, coughing slightly before gently singing, "...Nothing's gonna change my world...Nothing's gonna change my world..."

Luna hiccupped, before she made a big, teary-laden smile and sang with Lincoln, "...Nothing's gonna change my world...Nothing's gonna change my world."

"Nothing's gonna change my world Luna...cause you're my world," Lincoln happily said as Luna gave a cry-chuckle in a cuffed hand. She wiped some of her tears off and looked into his eyes.

"You are way, way too mature for your age dude, and you're always so sweet Lincoln; you know how to be such the sweetest, most thoughtful thing around dude...one of the reasons why I fell for you."

"Well I have been trying to be less selfish and self-centered like my younger self could be, and it's the same with me Luna; your vibe is so intoxicating and positive, and the way you're always taking care of us, now, back then, so gingerly, so...so motherly...not what I mean...Oedipus complex...yuck...but you know what I mean."

"Lincoln...this is gonna sound so clichéd dude...but you rock, seriously, you know that?"

"I try," Lincoln said in a chuckle, mock-rocking a guitar for Luna.

"I mean it dude. I mean...you literally are Rock N Roll incarnated to me...how I feel about ya bro."

"Awww...thanks Luna," Lincoln smiled with a blush, before he felt his neck being wrapped in Luna's arms, his lower body being pulled down.

Luna pulled herself down, now on her back, Lincoln lying on top of her.

"One day dude; one day, when you and me are ready, we're gonna rock each other's world so hard we'll melt into putty in each other's bodies; our souls are gonna bloody traverse the stars and meld together to make a whole other universe," Luna huffed out in a whisper, before she pulled Lincoln's head down and started to tongue his mouth. Lincoln giggled as he began to wax and wane with Luna's making out, happy and excited Luna was getting her swing back.

After about a solid minute of pure making out, Lincoln broke off their oral contact, and pulled Luna up. She had a big smile on her face, a few tears, but they were happy tears.

"Thanks dude. Hopefully if we see more home videos of the family I won't have a mental breakdown again."

"I'll be there just in case."

"Thanks bro."

"And I know you'll always be there," Lincoln said as he grasped Luna in a tight hug, "just like I'll always be there for you."

"Thank you Lincoln," Luna cooed in his ear. They held each other in a rocking hug.

"Bro?"

"Yeah rock-gal?"

"...make me giggle please?"

Lincoln thought for a moment; they were rocking and hugging into each other. Lincoln suddenly gave a naughty smile, then reached his hands around and gave Luna's enormous cheeks a firm grab and grope.

"WHOA HOOO!...Lincoln...this isn't like ya dude. I said giggles, not "get at my bum."

"Thought I could sap you out of your funk with some groping at that junk-in-the-trunk," Lincoln said with a wink.

"Ohhh...uuhh...that feels so good," Luna said with a wide-eyed expression, before her eyes dropped half-way down; they seemed to be in a stupor as Lincoln was massaging her ass cheeks.

"Hmmm...bro...Lincoln...my buns are meshing...relaxing to a ballad of them twirling fingers of yours."

"Cool! I...I never learned how to massage cheeks before, but...I hope you'd get a little kick outta that."

"Hmmm...uuuuuuhhhhhh...could have fooled me...so...so fucking angelic dude; your fingers are like tiny massage parlors...can't wait to have them inside me...again."

"Umm...yeah...that might be a while before we can do that again."

"I know; it sucks...but, we can still do some things," Luna said with her eyes now voluptuously naughtier in Lincoln's direction. She pulled herself out of the hug and turned around, back facing Lincoln now.

"Done hugging Luna?"

"Think you'll like this quick bit of lusciousness," Luna huffed sexily, before she bent over and began to gyrate her huge ass and backside up and down into Lincoln's crotch.

"WHOA...OH FUCK...Luna! Probably not a good...holy fuck," Lincoln said, now going comatose as he looked down.

Luna's ass, even clothed, was glorious in every metric conceivable, and is bounced and wobbled all around his groin.

"My god...I keep forgetting how much...uh...you got back there," Lincoln said in a nervous, turned-on sweat.

Luna was looking from behind at him with a somewhat determined yet submissive look, her tongue sticking out to the side as she fluttered her half-closed eyes and moaned out towards him.

"Hmmm...oooohhh...uuhhh Lincoln...dude...I can totally feel for junk swelling faster than a water balloon."

"Oh shit...Luna...your ass is...my god! HOLY HELL!"

Luna suddenly stopped her derriere dance into Lincoln's groin and turned around. Lincoln was still in a warped stupor with a big, goofy smile, his chipped tooth now biting his lower lip in bashful joy.

She bent over and whipped her enormous long tongue out. She dropped to her knees and gave Lincoln's clothed crotch one giant long tongue lick.

Lincoln nearly busted from that as he moaned out submissively from Luna pulling a move like that.

"Ya blow your top bro?"

"Nuh...aauuhhh...oh...god damn Luna...no, but I was close...really close."

"Good. Expect a secret visitor around two in the morning tonight...I want that load...and don't blow it till then, okay dude?"

"...how in the hell am I even gonna be able to keep up with you Luna?" Lincoln said cheekily as he somewhat fell on his ass, his sexual nervous system shocked, trying to repair the rest of his rocked body. He couldn't feel his nerves for many seconds.

"Ya can't. You just gotta hold on and rock on...and you're already rock solid right now, so you're almost there. Don't worry dude; someday this ass is gonna be yours for the poundin."

Lincoln rubbed his crotch to feel his member on full blast.

"Dang it; this guy cripples me way too much."

"You and every guy on the planet Linc," Luna said, before mumbling slightly, "...and some girls."

"It's cause of you, ya know that, right?"Wait...some what Luna?"

"OH...nothing! So, wanna test your limit?"

"Nah, that was fun, but you should go try one last awesome chord on that new guitar of yours. I'm gonna fool with my diorama for a moment more...let my blood circulate back into the rest of my body, then we can see what's up with the family. Cool?"

"Rockin dude," Luna said with her jive, lax tone; it made Lincoln tingle in happiness to hear her voice again like this.

As Luna walked to her new guitar, Lincoln clicked the video off, took out the USB and placed it in his jeans. He then turned off Luna and Luan's laptop, then walked over to his little Japanese monster kaiju diorama fight.

He loved this gift, but now it had a second place, behind the childhood photos and lost home video Lisa somehow managed to find and reacquire. He noted to himself that he'd give Lisa an extra big, sweet hug, and maybe let himself be a test subject for one experiment at the least.

Lucy was smiling from how Lincoln managed to pull Luna out of that vortex of self-hate she stumbled in, though was severely conflicted by having to see the erotic display between them.

"Maybe they are meant for each other...oh...oh no...I think I like the idea of Lincoln and Luna being together...oh no," Lucy said with an awkward blush, somewhat smiling at herself. She kinda felt like an invisible third wheel when they made out; Lucy wasn't necessarily ready for that. It still sent chills down her preteen spine...but she hoped over time she would become nullified to these strange and confusing sensations she got when having to think and deal with these bare, twisted facts of reality."

"Sigh...I wonder what they're kids will look like," Lucy thought passively, before she realized what she just thought...and she turned red, the thought and idea of Luna and Lincoln doing sexual things with one another...but she did hear Luna in the midst of that make-out session they had say that they'd do it, when they were ready. In Lucy's mind, hopefully, this meant they weren't ready to go down that road just yet, not for a long, long while.

"...but they get really, really close I bet...sigh...I hope I can find someone like that...sigh...Rocky...Silas...those others I can't rightly recall...I guess it wasn't meant to be...sigh...oh well. I'm too young anyways...but why do I really...really want to eat lindor white chocolate truffles now? I really want...OH SHIT!" Lucy whispered harshly, causing Luna and Lincoln to look around. Lucy cupped her mouth as she began sweating in dread and fear, hoping they didn't hear her.

"Ya hear that Luna?"

"I did; probably just another part of this blimey house falling apart; it always squeals and moans."

"Kinda like you Luna?" Lincoln said with a snickering smile, before making a V with his fingers and tonguing it wildly at her.

"Careful dude; I'm always game for a little oral stimulation mate," Luna replied with a wink. They both went back to their interests. Lucy sighed enormously, nearly causing saliva to go down the wrong pipe and induce a coughing attack.

"Oh no...oh no...I can't believe I thought of that...Lynn's...juice...the novels were one thing...but this? Those candies? Ohhhhhh...sigh...sigh...I'm gonna have more problems...I can feel it," Lucy dreaded, trying to distract herself by watching Lincoln and Luna have fun with their respective gifts. Unfortunately Luna seemed to drop something and bent over; she was wearing her trademark light purple skirt, but it was slightly shorter, so Lucy got full view of the thick curves of her freckle-covered ass.

"...nope...nope...sigh...how about you Lincoln?" Lucy said as she got a torrent of lewd thoughts and her recollecting memories of how she liked Luna's ass and freckles.

Looking at Lincoln wasn't too bad; it was kinda funny how giddy and nerdy he was...till he started to twirl his body and effectively hump the air in excitement from the diorama, shooting his crotch out and in; Lucy could see he was so excited from his diorama gift that...she saw it under his light blue jean pants again, forming.

"...not again...damn it Lincoln...you should have worn baggier jeans," Lucy thought as she felt herself sweating and getting red from these sights.

"...I need help...sigh," she thought, before deciding to quietly leave and head back to her room.

Lucy began wiggling around and heading back, but seemed to be weighted and compelled against this. While beginning to crawl away from the vent entrance, her mind became ensnared in feeling pulled towards staying and further watching and observing Lincoln and Luna be happy together. This compulsion didn't feel investigative in nature; she felt strange feelings and tingly things bubble slowly within her on seeing them together lovingly like this.

"...sigh...that's another thing wrong with me. Now I'm more than just welcoming to the idea of Lincoln and Luna being a secret couple; I wanna watch their romance blossom and unfold, see it flourish in all its...exotic and forbidden glory...oh no...sigh...I just associated the word glory with Lincoln and Luna's relationship...I'm really, really messed up...sigh...and I can't explain it, but I actually kinda like seeing their tender moments, like just now...and those more intiment ones...them making out..."

Lucy took in a huge, deep, quiet breath and exhaled slowly; she felt herself sweating, not just from the ventilation ducts being warmer than normal, but the warm feeling she got from trying to understand and mesh with the relationship Lincoln and Luna have.

"This is like a drug, a bad, bad drug from those intervention shows, but there's no way in hell I'm letting anyone intervene in my problems; that would be an absolute catastrophe not only to me, but Lincoln and Luna...even Leni."

Then it hit Lucy hard; Leni was still the unknown factor in these problems.

"I wanna protect you Leni, from finding out about them. I don't know if your feelings are as strong for Lincoln as Luna's are...but...if they are...I feel something bad is coming your way...our way...I don't want conflict or drama that will destroy the family. I...I mean, Leni doesn't seem the type...no, she's not the type to ever cross that line. But if Leni was in love with Lincoln as badly as Luna...I don't wanna think about it...but honestly, something bad might go down between them if they fight over Lincoln...and poor Lincoln. I don't think he likes Leni like that...this situation is getting harder and harder to keep wraps still...and our family might internally tear itself apart from it."

Lucy wiped a minor trickling tear off her cheeks; they were still coated in her salty lamentations.

"Everyone...I have to protect Lincoln...Luna...Leni...I need to protect you...and Leni and Luna...both of you from each other possibly...sigh...at least they have a good relationship with one another."

Lucy grabbed her temple and felt a series of pulses along her cranium; this was getting more and more stressful for the abnormally astute and emotionally intelligent eleven year old goth of the family.

"I just need to protect you all...period. I...sigh...I just have this horrible pit in my stomach telling me something big is going to go down in the near future and possibly destroy the house's serenity. Lincoln and Luna either being found out, Leni confessing her possibly strong feelings for him. What's worse beyond reason in all of this...I'm beginning to accept and enjoy the idea of being involved in all this...huuuuuhhhhh...sigh...incest, in our family...or at the very least, keeping tabs on it."

Lucy slowly turned her body back around, feeling an enormous amount of shame and self-disgust at continuing on her private, invasive watching and observing of Lincoln and Luna, both looking quite content in their respective activities...even if they sort of ended their drama period on a rather erotic and quite disturbing display of sexual foreplay; Lucy blushed the entire time and closed her ears on that occurrence. Everything else was like a study in development in relationships, much like her dark gothic vampire novels.

"Good thing they don't know about me; in fact, good thing no one knows about them besides me. To think...if Luan or someone else were to barge in...the ramifications alone...they locked the doors, didn't they?" Lucy asked, trying to see the door knob.

The door itself was closed, but unlocked.

"Those two are entirely too reckless."

Lincoln was making little false monster roars, fantasizing about seeing a movie based on the epicness and scale of all these giant Japanese monsters fighting each other all at once. Luna was strumming several cords, and about to plug it into her Sterrett Amplifier.

"Yo dude! Wanna hear a stellar riff cycle?"

"Hell yeah Luna. Let her riff! Ha! Get it?"

"I think the comedian is rubbing off on you a little too well dude," Luna said with a warm smile. Lincoln just raised an eyebrow and smirked out, "...uh, phrasing?"

"Maybe I meant it that way...hehehe."

"Man are you such a perv Luna."

"You ain't no angel yourself...vanilla boy."

Lincoln nearly gagged, then controlled himself, giving a couple chuckles.

"Damn...that was good," Lincoln thought, his mind wafting to Luna's...creamy white fluids. He tried in vain to negate those thoughts, but like Luna's expulsions, flooded his mind in torrents of memories from last night in the hot tub.

"I've had so many confusing and guilty dreams, but Luna made one of my kinkiest fantasies come to life, literally...and she's the one gal I wanna be creamed on. Luna...I love you," Lincoln hummed to himself as he let the romantic side of himself take over his more lusty primeval clicks. It seemed to work.

Just as Luna was fooling with the plug-ins, Lincoln toyed and messed with the bendy tail portion of the Godzilla figure. He looked back at Luna while speaking his mind on features of the diorama.

"Wow, these tails and skins textures are so dang accurate to the actual monsters, and this tail on Godzilla is really wiggly like in the movies."

"Yo dude! Ready?" Luna sounded off in joyous preparation.

"Ready Luna!" Lincoln shouted in giddy anticipation. He looked at Luna with a big, chipped-tooth smile as she was slowly counting down from ten...extremely slowly, like she was teasing the acoustic riffing from him.

Around eight, Lincoln noticed something he didn't detect before inspecting the Godzilla figure on the diorama; it made a slight swishing sound, like the figure Godzilla figure was hollowed out inside and had fluids flowing inside it.

"Huh? What the...is this Godzilla figure hollowed out or something? And why does it sound like there's liquids inside it?"

Lincoln shook the diorama and listened closer now than before; the Final Wars Godzilla figure, out of all the other monster figures, did indeed produce a slight swishing, slurring fluid sound from its interiors.

"Huh, that's the dangdest thing," Lincoln thought curiously, fooling with the Godzilla figure even more.

"Five...four...," Luna counted down agonizingly slowly. Lincoln laughed inadvertently, looking straight at Luna just as he wiggled the Godzilla figure's tail with a bit more force.

"THREE...TWO..."Luna now shouted out in grandeur anticipation.

Suddenly on one harsh pull at the Godzilla figure's tail, Lincoln felt a liquid spray splash his left arm.

"What the heck?" Lincoln uttered urgently.

"OOOOONNNNNEEEEEEE!"

Luna let loose a roaring barrage of concrete-shattering series of riffs on her new electric guitar, ravishing her fingers on the frets with unbelievable speed and technical precision. Lincoln was blasted backwards, his diorama erratically tossed in the air from the sonic rebound of the Sterrett Amplifier.

As Lincoln got slammed into the wall, then into the floor, he saw the diorama catapulting in the air parabolically. Part of Godzilla's tail hit the corner of Luna's bunk bed frame. Godzilla's mouth suddenly shot out a huge purplish mist, right as it passed Luna's face, closed-eye, tongue-dangling and oozing a rockin expression. This purplish mist completely coated her face, without her even knowing it.

The diorama's base hit the wall, before it plopped safely on the bean bag chair in the corner.

"HOLY SHIT!"Lincoln shouted, not being able to hear himself over Luna's riffing, him holding onto the carpeting on the floor for dear life. The sonic blasts in the room were even more powerful since Lisa designed it to not let any sound out; it was like a giant ampitheater in a small space, and the noise intended for a rock concert was isolated in such a small space.

After a few more seconds, the room rocking with the energy of the blasts testing the house's structural integrity, Luna stopped riffing. She had a giant smile on her face as her abnormally long tongue dangled out of her mouth; she didn't even seem to register being sprayed by Lincoln's Godzilla figure.

Luna dropped to her knees, raised her new electric guitar over her head.

"I GOT BLISTAS ON ME FINGAS!" She roared in the happiest, British sounding roar Lincoln's heard from her in a long while.

As she jumped up high in extreme rapture, she unintentionally caused an extreme high-pitched riff, and then the headstock end of it suddenly squirted full blast that purplish mist, point blank in her face, all over her.

"WHOA DUDE! I rocked this new gal so hard I made her squirt all over me face!"

"Lewd Luna...and I don't think that's what happened," Lincoln mumbled, popping his ears, saying "mawp, mawp, mawp," repeatedly.

"Mawped the floor with this baby, didn't I dude, and I'm gonna rock on this hard one day in front of a whole bloomin crowd," Luna said, giving the "sign of the horns" two finger gesture.

Lincoln brushed his flustered hair back and collected his thoughts; it really perturbed him how these gifts of theirs sprayed them with these weird purplish mists. Luna didn't even seem to really notice or care at the moment; she was lost in the ecstasy of the rock riffs she jammed out.

"Bro...dude, does that liberate the soul!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed that Luna, but something's up. My diorama sprayed some of that mist on my arm; would have gotten it to the face to if I wasn't looking at you."

"I sure save ya a lot dude."

"But then, then you did those really big riffs and catapulted it in the air, it sprayed from the mouth of the Godzilla figure; got you point blank in your face."

"Hm, guess Godzooki ain't into rock if it made him puke in my face bro," Luna winked.

"I'm serious Luna. Something's not right with these gifts. They're awesome and all, but...why would they spray mist on us?"

"Ya think little science dudette's trying to pull some elaborate science experiment on us Lincoln?"

"...I mean, I wouldn't necessarily put it past based on precedent alone; she's supposedly stopped doing experiments after that one particularly bad mishap...we don't need to talk about that, right?" Lincoln asked in a disturbed, queasy tone. Luna grasped her head, then her stomach, looking like she was going to vomit.

"Please dude...I wanna keep up my lunch."

"Right...not gonna bring that one up...but you never know with her Luna. Lisa could be secretly breaking that promise, all for her scientific itch...feeling anything by the way? Anything different?"

"No, not really bro."

"Cause you got two full blasts to the face point blank of that stuff, and I'm guessing the stuff from the Godzilla figure was intended for me. You're absolutely sure that you're okay Luna?"

"Dude, I'm happier than a crumpet. I'm finer than a grooving beat and angel melodies from Mick Swagger mate. Come on dude, I'm sure Lisa just made some kind of cooling spray for us; we got really excited and sweaty for them gifts of ours, right?"

"I...I suppose so."

"Then don't worry luv, if I feel anything up, I'll let you know, okay?"

"Hmmm...no tingling sensations in or on your face Luna?"

"Hahhhaahaha...besides from last night, nada."

"I'm serious Luna!"

"Haha, jesus, okay Lincoln. Serious, nothing's popping up out of the ordinary for my nerves, promise."

"Promise?"

"Promise Lincoln. Since when did you become the worrying type?"

"...since I became your secret boyfriend," Lincoln said, looking partly awkward as he used a toe to make a distracting mark in the carpet.

"Awe dude...such a caring boy-toy," Luna whispered to his ear lusciously. Lincoln just got red, trying in vein to keep his frown up.

"Ya know...later...I wouldn't mind you tossing another idea you got that's...erotic in nature."

"What Luna?"

"Oh come on. I know those french vanilla creamers are like a "home-away-from home" kinda deal, right?" Luna said, using her hands as false quotation marks, giving a wild, lusty grin towards him.

"Well...you're not wrong about that; kinda keeps me under control a bit."

"You got lots in your room still, right?"

"Yeah;a guy I know down near where Flip's is located is competing with him; Jagger, he's cool. Let's me have all the french vanilla creamers I want since no one else likes them."

"This Jagger fella seems like a cool dude bro."

"He is; old school kinda guy, and he cut me the deal with your new headphones."

"Oh yeah! My headphones. You can't even really get those anymore, not cheap anyways."

"I know. Jagger was cool...that was the theater night."

"Yeesh...don't need to go that far in remembering," Luna said with a slight flabbergasted tone.

"Well...enough down memory lane dude; the past is in the past."

"Right," Lincoln said, as he and Luna embraced in a warm, cuddling, more brother-sister type of hug than they have recently.

"We can still hug like this still, even if we're a couple, right Luna?"

"Heck ya bro. Just means we got all kinds of hugs we can do at our disposal...nice warm platonic hugs, rough hugs...though not as rough or thrashing as Leni's...all the way to the more erotic hugs, get me?"

"Killer," Lincoln huffed, "but I hate to belabor this point, but I really think we need to go check with Lisa and make sure she didn't just try and turn us into some movie monster."

"Why not? I'd love to be your bride, Frankenstein."

"That's Frankenstein's monster Luna."

"Then it's fuckin stupid to call the movie Frankenstein...ain't it about the monster bro?"

"...I have a lot to teach you about monster lore Luna; Lucy can help, she knows her stuff."

"That I can," Lucy said with an abnormally big grin; she got a kick out of being referenced by Lincoln on a topic she and him could quite easily both bond over and love; old black and white monster movies and dark gothic literature, the latter more Lucy's style, but she got Lincoln to read a couple, and lo and behold, read several more.

"Glad I could make you more literate through monster fiction brother...if only you'd go goth like me...sigh...but that means you wouldn't be true to yourself, and you should always be true to yourself...sigh."

"I still wonder why those puffs of mist spray came out of our gifts," Lincoln thought out loud, Luna shrugging her shoulders in a relaxed, unknowing manner.

"Why indeed Lincoln," Lucy thought, more than just concurring with her brother's sentiments. "I knew it. Lisa's up to something, no way those gifts were a fluke. I better find out what that purplish mist was all about. No telling what kind of damage she could to them."

Lucy observed the body language. Even if Lincoln articulated his concern, he still seemed relatively unmoved physically, Luna all the more uncaring in a way to the suspicious nature of the spray.

"Wow...Lincoln's usually more inclined to be physically animated and alert than this...and Luna's just too entirely relaxed, but that's her normal demeanor usually...kinda like a cat in ways...why aren't they more worried? This is Lisa we're talking about. All I know is that, I knew there was more to this gift angle...question is...what the dark lord was purplish spray about? And why put it in their gifts?"

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Meanwhile down below on the front yard lawn everyone earlier invited by Lisa was having the time of their lives with their gifts. All were given by Lisa a mini 3-D printer to print off with no limit whatever they wanted given the size restraints of the 3-D printer's size, and round little flying saucers that looked like classic Area 51 UFO designs.

Lola and Lily were riding on top of theirs, strapped in on mini seats with a force field bubble around them, hovering several feet off the ground, zipping by one another at around fifteen miles an hour. Lynn Sr was riding his little saucer, looking way too big to be riding something so small, but it somehow held up up just as well with this own force field. He was making crazy zig zags back and forth in the street, all the way down to the other blocks like a middle aged man going through a mid-life crisis. Rita was printing off various small house decorations and ornamentals by the dozens of her own design. Lana was just sitting stationary, hovering on her little saucer, grappling with her 3-D printer, trying to figure out how it worked by tinkering with it. Hops was perched on her red-caped head, the white capital M from last night still marked on her hat. Lana slipped her shoes and socks off, letting her feet dangle in the cool air around them. Hops suddenly jumped down and landed on her right foot, shooting his tongue out for flies hovering down below. Suddenly Hops' face winced, and he rocketed up back on Lana's red hat.

"Oh ha ha ha Hops! My feet don't stink that bad...okay...maybe they do...enjoy your flies frog-buddy," Lana huffed, refocusing back on her menial task.

Lisa looked over the environment of her busy, happy and content family members; they were completely distracted, and Lincoln and Luna would have presumably acquired their gifts by now.

"Everyone's misdirected...perfect, and the spray sensors just got activated. Time to...goodness gracious...put the plan into action," Lisa said to herself, slightly convulsing from what she was about to let happen. She grabbed a small remote from her back pocket, speaking to it quietly without anyone aware.

"Activate electro-magnetic door locks on Luna's room."

A quick electronic beep indicated this.

"And now, either Lincoln and Luna get conservatively amorous enough to induce involuntary expulsions from their sex organs, requiring them to change their clothes, to which I can collect Lincoln's sample...or they're going to copulate with the force like no other creature on Earth has done before...well, maybe along the lines of Sauropods...Blue Whales? Or Indricotherium transouralicum...Palaeoloxodon namadicus ...probably should have double-checked the concentrations of those pheromones. Those are a special design. Sometimes I wish I could thank a god for my proclivity towards Biochemistry...huh...sometimes," Lisa said in a bit of contemplation.

"Well...either way, I'm going to get Lincoln's sample, whether I have to acquire it from Lincoln's boxers...or worst but possible...Luna's vaginal cavity, but that's what the morning after pill is all about. It would be useful to truly determine if they've actually engaged in...eh ehmmm...penetrative engagements...oh god...that's disgusting...I bet C-137 is laughing at my suffering right now," Lisa said with a dead pan, morose tone.

She observed her family having the time of their lives with the gadgets, each trying a new trick, her father seemingly having the most fun out of all of them. It seemed Lynn Sr never really grew up, as he shouted out in joy, British slang after British slang.

"I presume our fathers the major influence on Luna's excessive United Kingdom accent imitations. Goodness, I hope I just didn't make this situation worse. I should have double checked those concentrations and see if those standardized pheromone values could actually alter in effect beyond the test groups from the college. The odds are remote, and those pheromones, as strong and as powerful as they are, are still extremely safe compared to other options...even if they have a tinge of feline biochemistry in them...maybe more than a tinge...well, their chemically the major building blocks, along with a few other choice mammalian species that should edge out the reserved inhibitions those two might have. But, the only real trouble that might come about is if either Lincoln or Luna got fully sprayed with both concentrated pheromone container applications...what would be the odds of that happening? Hmm...remote at best...really, really remote, I'd have a better chance of curing cancer...oh wait! I did stumble on some new techniques for that! Well, I digress, either one getting both concentrated dosages would be entirely remote...unpredictable and...let's not think about that," Lisa huffed out with a nervous chuckle. She looked up to Luna's room.

"So glad I made that room sound-proof now...and even gladder I closed the blinds."

Back in Luna's room, Lincoln and Luna got their gifts placed on Luna's comforters of her bunk bed. Lincoln backtracked to the laptop to plug it in while Luna slowly moseyed over to the door. She began pulling it, suddenly feeling her arm being pulled back.

"Hmm," Luna grumbled, pulling with a bit more force.

Nothing.

She tried again, pulling even harder, using about three-fourths of her strength. Sweat formed on her hand as she slipped right off.

Still nothing.

"Oh bollocks! What the bloody day? Bloomin tally-wacker! Never a dull moment with these wretched knobs and this crumbling crumpet of a house. Hey Lincoln!"

"Yeah?"

"Lend me a hand, will ya?"

"What's up?"

"Doors unlocked, but I can't open it. It's like it's somehow locked without being visibly locked," Luna said, flicking the regular lock on the door.

It was indeed unlocked from Lincoln's brief, distant observation and Luna's little demonstration.

"Alright Luna, I'm coming."

"...now when you say that, do you literally mean-"

"Oh hush you lewd rock-chick, and get stuffed," Lincoln tried replying in a bad British accent.

"Only if I get stuffed by you one day bro," Luna giggled back, before showing presentation-style her door's rather fickle, unyielding nature.

Lincoln rolled his eyes and grabbed the door knob, followed by Luna's around his hands.

"Sorry, a bit clammy luv," Luna said in an explanatory tone.

"Don't worry, this should get it, ready? One...two...three, pull!"

Both pulled with all their might.

Nothing happened, except Lincoln accidently slipped, causing both him and Luna to tumble a ways onto the bean bag. Luna landed on her stomach, ass up, while Lincoln rolled on top of her, his face wedged on her cheeks again.

"Dang...frickin door...OH? Lincoln! You cheeky bum-seeking bastard! HA!" Luna huffed out in a slightly laugh, "Don't get too comfy bro."

Lincoln squirmed out, wondering in a moment of shrewdness how many time he's slammed into Luna's ass in the last few weeks...if not the last few years.

"Dang it! I thought for sure that would work."

"It's okay dude, I'll just...oh...ooohhhh...Uhhh...AAUUHHHHHHHHHH," Luna moaned out loudly like she was in pain, keeling over on Luan's bed. She began convulsing a bit, flipping to face the wall, away from Lincoln.

"LUNA! LUNA, ARE YOU OKAY!?"

"Holy shit dude...like a wave of...somethin just hit me like a ton of bricks mate."

"Jesus Christ! Lisa and her FUCKING experiments...Luna, tell me, do you feel sick at all?"

"N...no...not exactly," Luna said, rotating slowly around. She faced Lincoln now. Her pupils were contracted to near-nothingness, like she had become some kind of predator ready to take down her prey. Her eyes narrowed directly on Lincoln, like he was a piece of meat.

"Are you breathing alright?"

"Yeah...I am...huuuhhhhh...oh man! Lincoln...this...this unbelievable tingling feeling...sensations in my body and all over my skin...uuhhhhh"

"You feel tingling Luna?"

"Yeah...it's...it's almost like back at the theaters before...when I had that powerful urge..."

"Huh...urge?" Lincoln asked, confused by her bringing that up.

"Yeah, its...so...so much more powerful dude...I...I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING FLYING ROCK GOD RIGHT NOW!"Luna roared, sweating now voraciously off her body.

"OH GOD! I NEED THESE CLOTHES OFF! I NEED TO FEEL THE BREEZE BETWEEN MY KNEES!"

Luna shocked Lincoln all to hell by suddenly ricocheting her boots off, showing her feet drenched in heavy sweat. She looked over at Lincoln, panting heavily as she wiggled her toes straight at him.

"Uhhhhh...Luna? Are you okay?"

She just seemed to give several rough, primal like nose-breaths, air exhaling out of her nostrils like that of a bull. She began to try and unbutton her button-less shirt, before becoming enraged and shredding it off her body. Shards of one of her favorite purple shirts dangled off her sweating, moist, shaking body. She tore off any remaining shredded strands of clothing off, exposing her bra and moist, perspiring D-sized cleavage. Lincoln couldn't help but stare at how the freckles on her huge boobs shined against her skin in her onsetting sensual clamminess.

"...Luna?"Lincoln squeaked nervously. He never saw Luna this...animalistic, not like before, not without Lincoln being there with her on a mutual frequency of equal, playful arousal. Luna then ripped her bra off in two violent tugs, shooting off the split bra in both sections, making noticeable dents into the wall.

Now her breasts were on full center stage for Lincoln to see, stare at unconsciously, and imagine doing things...he pushed those thoughts away as best he could. Something was seriously wrong with Luna.

"Luna? Talk to me rocker-gal, tal-"Lincoln tried to say, before Luna's skirt was thrown hard right into his face, followed by her purple panties with a skull on it, right on his nose.

Lincoln inadvertently took a whiff.

"...hhuhuuuuhh...vanilla...they're...so, so wet and juicy," he mumbled through Luna's panties, finding himself getting gradually harder and harder.

Lincoln's pores welled out and shot out stressed, stimulated sweat seeing Luna in such a state; the door was locked, and he couldn't get Lisa's help to undue whatever she may have bumbled upon Luna in a botched scientific experiment on them.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LOCK THE DOOR ON US LISA?" Lincoln yelled out, "WHAT KIND OF EXPERIMENT WAS SHE TRYING? SPRAY US WITH SOME KIND OF LIBIDO-SPRAY?"

Lucy was horrified to be seeing Luna strip down and Lincoln now freaking out.

"I GOTTA GET LISA AND-"

"Oooohhhh..uuuhuhuhhhh...Lincoln...bro..."

"LUNA! LUNA WHAT IS IT?"

"Dude...I...I need...oh god...OH FUCK! I NEED..."

"LUNA! FOR HEAVENS SAKE! TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED! PLEASE!"

Luna fell backwards in a momentary daze, breathing heavily in and out, her eyes and pupils vexed on something in her mangled, pheromone-saturated mind.

"...I...I need.."

"Yes Luna?"

Lucy leaned her face on the vent opening, watching in dread, ready to dash out at a moment's notice and pull Lisa forcibly if needed.

"I...I...I NEED YOU!" Luna roared out like a tiger, blasting herself off Luan's bed and tackling down a flabbergasted and shocked Lincoln. Lincoln yelped as the full force, power and savagery of Luna's intentions became apparent; they were ungodly sexual in nature. Luna saturated Lincoln's face, hair and neck with the saliva and foam coursing down from her mouth, her tongue dangling just above his lips.

"Lincoln...holy fuck do you look yummy and hot right now!" Luna growled with a vicious tone. She brutally inserted her huge tongue in Lincoln's mouth, feeling his oral cavity with her mouth muscle.

Lincoln just hung back and took it; somehow Luna was having this kind of reaction to whatever Lisa did to them...what was worse is that he was feeling something bubbling inside himself as well.

"God damn it; does that stuff absorb through the skin?" Lincoln urgently thought, thinking back to the spray that got onto his arm. His forearms were feeling a tinge tinglier now.

Luna made out with Lincoln's tongue, pressing into his head, gyrating her tongue on his chipped tooth and teeth, back mouth wall, and almost down his throat, causing him to nearly gag. She continued dribbling gobs upon gobs of her own saliva and foam into his mouth. He was mortified by the fact that he seemed to be the receiving one, submissive to this primeval animal Luna transformed into.

Luna lifted her head up, dropping another gob of saliva, this time hitting Lincoln square in the face, causing him to wince.

"Hmmm...spittin me a money shot on ya...FUCKINNG HOT...AH...AAHHAHAHA...LINCOLN! I NEED MORE! MOOORRRREEEE!"

Luna rolled off Lincoln near the bean bag chair. She purposely slammed her head and arms into the lower part of the bean bag chair, and in the bare, clammy and sticky nude, raised her enormous ass, lowering her entire upper body. Her feet and legs were pawing and twirling against the carpet hard, as though she was a cat in severe heat.

Lincoln, mortified seeing his sister so vulnerable, yet so wanting, kept his spot on the ground, terrified what to do next.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO YOU LUNA?" Lincoln screamed in confused, and honestly, aroused horror.

"Bro...BRO! DUDE! LINCOLN! DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING TO ME! PLEASE!"

"Luna! Get a hold of yourself! Fight it! Come on!"

"I...I CAN'T! OH FUCK! OH MY BLOODY BLOOMIN FUCKIN HELL! LICK ME! FUCK ME! LINCOLN! FUCK ME SOMEHOW!" Luna roared in sexually frustrated anguish.

Luna began moaning loudly and harshly, rubbing her head on the bean bag, waiving her ass cheeks to and fro in Lincoln's direction.

"AAHH...UUHUAAAHHHH...PLEASE! PLEASE BRO! MAKE IT GO AWAY! OH GOD!"

"BUT WE PROMISED WE'D LOSE OUR VIRGINITIES IN ANOTHER-"

"AAUHHGGGGHHH...DO SOMETHING ELSE THEN! ANYTHING!"

Lincoln's blood froze in time when he heard Luna suddenly growling and groaning out what sounded like harsh meows.

"...holy fucking fuck...dang it...DAMN IT! LUNA'S LIKE A FRICKIN CAT IN HEAT! SHE'S IN SO MUCH TURMOIL, AND I'M GETTING TURNED ON BY HER? NO! NO DAMN IT! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!"

"GOD DAMN IT LINCOLN! FOR THE LOVE THAT IS ALL ROCK AND ROLL, ROCK AND ROLL ME! FUCK...FUCKIN PLEASE!"

"Oh shit...oh shit...what do I...I...I gotta do something," Lincoln groaned out in reservation.

He wiggled up nervously to the woman he loved, now trapped in what looked like the feline equivalent of being in a ravenous tsunami of receptive heat, but even worse by natural mammalian standards. Luna was lost in the throws of needing some kind of stimulation, or something bad might happen.

"L...Luna needs my help. I'm her boyfriend...I might be turned on by this, but most importantly...Luna needs help...she needs me to help her...god damn it, she shouldn't be turning me on in this state."

In the vents Lucy sat petrified, watching the events unfold. She couldn't believe what she was seeing Luna do in such a warped sexual state, vulnerable, yet primal and radiating sexual necessity.

"This is Lisa's dirty handwork all over it. If it's the last thing I do, I'll make her regret putting you through this."

Lucy couldn't keep her eyes off Luna's twerking, rebounding and gyrating enormity of her gluteus maximus.

"...my dark lord that thing is wonderf...OH SHIT!...I almost said what I...HHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH...Luna's private parts..."Lucy gasped, covering her eyes when realizing she was seeing Luna's business on full view, puffed, sweaty and laden with female fluids dripping and oozing out.

"Oh no...no no no no! NO! Not again...sigh...lady parts...so...so...interestin-STOP IT LUCY!"

Lincoln cuffed his hands nervously on Luna's rump, still raised high in the air, feeling it with great trepidation. Luna moaned again like a tiger in heat again, rubbing and rolling her head and arms into the bean bag chair.

"Alright...looks...looks like I got her under control a bit...I...I wonder," Lincoln thought nervously, before rubbing his finger around Luna's puffed, swollen female meat. Luna yelped.

"HUhhhhh...more...MORE DUDE," Luna begged in a purr. Lincoln felt his groin vibrate momentarily by how involuntarily turned on her was getting.

"Damn it...it's that spray; it's starting to affect me too!"

Lincoln suddenly felt a jolt in his own body. Using as much control as he could, he suppressed the urge to go all the way, instead forming a plan to try and relieve this giant amount of sexual tension Luna suddenly became afflicted with, and feeling some of those similar effects in himself.

He began to use his unofficial trade; he began massaging and fingering her swollen area, causing minor streams of juices to trickle right out onto his hand, down his arm.

Luna's body quivered like an earthquake, and her back legs and feet where treading the carpet more, flattening her front quarters closer to the ground.

"Okay...okay, Luna seems to be reeling it in a bit...so...how...how long-"

"...tongue," Luna mumbled in her crossed arms.

"What Luna?"

"..tongue...TONGUE! TONGUE ME LINCOLN!"

Lincoln quickly began to try his oral skills, letting his own testosterone fuel his experimental style...but it was mostly the husky, womanly vanilla smells and flavors Luna was dribbling out that was fueling his oral stimulating techniques. Luna purred and screeched when Lincoln inserted his tongue inside her, trying to hold steady as she still treaded the carpet hard, nearly throwing him off at several points. He was using nearly all his strength to try and hold down Luna's huge ass as her gluteus cheeks bounced and slammed into his face cheeks.

"DUDE...IT'S NOT ENOUGH! MORE! I NEED MORE!"

"JESUS LUNA! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I CAN-"

"POUND ME!"

"...WHAT!?"

"WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON! DRY-HUMP! FINGER ME WHILE YOU POUND ME! AAAHHGGG! AUUUUHHH!"

"Oh crud, oh crap, OH FUCK...this is gonna be the finest line to walk in keeping my virginity," Lincoln thought nervously, before he shook a huge wave of nervous tension off...and unbuckled his jeans and slipped his orange polo off. Luna turned around momentarily and saw Lincoln in just his boxers.

She let out a sexually turned on roar that rocked the whole room and nearly frightened Lincoln to death; Lucy was utterly petrified from the roar, terrified to move an inch should Luna have heightened hearing and seemingly smell her out.

"...it's all up to you brother...fix her, please," Lucy thought as she teared up from seeing this horrific site. Suddenly behind her the ventilation kicked on, and a wave of heat rolled right into Lucy.

"...oh no...crud...dang it...it's going to get even hotter and muggier...damn it!" Lucy whined as quietly as she could. The metal all around her was now even more prone to magnifying her noises; it made a wafting windy sound around her body as it poured through the vents into Luna's room.

"This is the worst thing to ever happen to me...sigh...my black mascara is melting...sigh."

As Lucy was sweating up a storm, Lincoln prepped himself against the treading, rump-raised and tiger roaring and meowing Luna Loud, about to press the veil of the definition of virginity.

He gripped her huge ass and locked on, being rocked back and forth by Luna's bigger frame.

He anchored his legs and curled his feet onto hers, nearly losing grip several times from how sweaty and glazed they felt.

"BROOOOOOO!" Luna screeched out, before Lincoln gave a bull-like huff and started to pound into Luna tepidly yet firmly as he could while not penetrating her.

Luna roared again like a tiger, but this time Luna rolled an arm over and pulled Lincoln down on top of her.

"PULL MY HAIR AND BITE THE BACK OF MY NECK!"

"WHAT?"

"DO IT!"

And Lincoln submitted. He raised himself over Luna's doggystyled frame, pulled her hair as gently as possible and tepidly relaxed his teeth on her neck.

"HARDER! FUCKIN HARDER LINCOLN!"

And suddenly Lincoln felt a wave of unspeakable tingling sensations hit his own body like a ton of bricks.

He grabbed onto Luna's back pixie hair hard, bit down on Luna's back neck roughly but not to pierce her skin too much, and smashed into her like never before.

Even this sex-crazed Luna wasn't prepared for that, as she squirmed, moaned, shouted and hollered out in feline-like delight at being dry-humped so savagely. She tried treading the carpet with her feet again, but Lincoln locked his legs and feet onto hers even tougher; now Lincoln became the temporary dominant one in this pheromone-crazed ordeal, and Luna was just egging him on harder and harder.

Lincoln drooled all over her neck, and with his pounding motions, his saliva coursed down her chin and wafted in long gooey drips down onto the bean bag chair, making glossy pools in Luna's arms and the bean bag fabric.

"OH GOD LINCOLN! YES! OH FUCK YES! POUND ME! FUCKING POUND ME TO OBLIVION! RRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Lincoln was now sporting a full on erection that banged erratically on her huge cheeks under his boxers; he had to push his erection down as it dangled and wacked on the insides of his boxers, sticking out through the left side of the short boxer leg side. It had a mind of it's own, automatically trying to rise right up and pierce hard into Luna; that was the one Lincoln managed to partly control. As lost as he became, he was still trying with all his might to try and reel himself back in, or at least keep his composure, using any will and mind power to override his body...his second brain was powerful though.

Lincoln's reserve was just barely working, as he began flirting unconsciously with the desire to take Luna's virginity and lose his own all on one foul swoop. To just slip his boxers off slightly and rub his member on Luna's cheeks, and maybe get close...close to just feel the entrance...

"NO! I COULDN'T CONTROL MYSELF! I'D GO RIGHT IN!"

He slapped himself in a moment of awareness, jolted with the fact that Luna needed this more than he did, while still tightrope walking across the line of keeping and losing his and Luna's virginities. Sexually he wanted this, but spiritually...this didn't seem right.

"Ahh...aHAHA..AHHAAAHHA...LUNA! I'M...I'M GETTING CLOSE!"

"I'M NOT!" Luna yelled back, "MORE! I NEED MORE!"

Luna suddenly roared upwards in a beastly fashion, twirling around like a tiger about to give chase to its unsuspecting prey...this was Lincoln, still horned all to hell but frightened by the look Luna was giving him.

"...are...are you better Luna?" Lincoln whimpered out.

"...no..." she said with electric, quiet intensity as she flew over towards Lincoln, flipping him back into the bean bag chair, ripping his boxers right off, showing Lincoln's way above average erection pulsating and throbbing away out in the open now.

Lincoln moaned and stuttered as Luna looked like she was about to rip it right off with her tigress stare of gluttony planted on her face.

"Bloody fuckin hell," Luna mumbled in a quivering, rage-induced state, smiling like a horny succubus, before opening her mouth wide and taking nearly all of Lincoln in at once. Lincoln nearly screamed out in shock from the sensations, feeling Luna take in even more than she tried last night in the hot tub in one go.

"OHH!...DANG LUNA! HOW! HOW ARE YOU TAKING ALL THAT AT ONCE?"

Luna didn't say anything; she just half closed her eyes as she kept bobbing up and down Lincoln's entire shaft length; her gag reflex must have been completely negated in her pheromone-laden state. Lincoln could see his member making a noticeable bulge in Luna's throat around her neck.

Lincoln's eyes went white from the site...it was both unreal, bewildering, horrifying and glorious.

"Uhh...uuuuhh...Luna! This is incredible," Lincoln said in a guilty but honest half-smile. She was still focused on her deal, until she threw he body around, her lips still on his undulating form, and wrapped her legs and pressed her moist, dripping and swollen groin in Lincoln's face.

Luna positioned herself into a sixty-nine position on Lincoln, and he couldn't help himself. Right above him was the vanilla ooze of her womanhood dripping onto his face and lips, dripping on his eyes and coursing their way down his mouth; her entrance seemingly beckoning him to enter the domain he found as the next level of existence...he dove right in.

As Luna moaned and growled like a tiger, slobbering all over Lincoln's large formation, Lincoln wrapped his arms around Luna's abdomen and pulled as much as he could down onto his face, pressing his tongue as far as he could inside Luna, feeling ooze after ooze of vanilla-flavored and husky, womanly fluids leaking from Luna. She tried yet again treading her lower legs and feet into the carpet, and yet again Lincoln resisted, keeping her body vice-gripped down.

Lincoln began to feel himself approaching the peak of his ability to keep himself in. He pressed his legs together, trying to hold back against the flowing and slurring lips of Luna's unholy blow job.

"Luna! Luna, I'm gonna blow any minute!" Lincoln yelled out, trying to squeeze his legs together and postpone his rupture.

"Damn...DAMN IT LUNA! HOLD UP! I know you're in a zone, but I don't want to choke you to death!"

Luna suddenly pulled off Lincoln slowly, Lincoln feeling her tongue wrap around his member for several more moments, before she pulled her body up, getting square on her quivering knees.

"Oh...oh man, thanks Luna! I don't know if I could have controlled myself, and I really don't wanna cause you to-"

"Turn around," Luna said with malicious intent, now getting on her feet, her toes and arches virtually ripping the individual carpet fabric under them. She looked down at Lincoln...with a crazed, warped and insidiously sexual manner.

"...uhhh...Luna, what ar-"

Luna leaned down and flaunted her fingers all over Lincoln's shaking abs, feeling his leaned, trimmed stomach, lower chest, and even wiggled her index finger along both his nipples, Lincoln croaking from the tenderness of how it felt.

"Flip on your stomach dude!" Luna whimpered out unsettlingly with a sexually crazed smile. Lincoln looked up, seeing Luna's hot, steaming body sweaty, covered in their saliva and juices.

"Uhhh...Luna? How about a break?" Lincoln asked nervously, "it's...it's getting really, really hot in here."

"Tell me about it," Lucy groaned out quietly, as she gave in long ago and kept watching Lincoln and Luna's exchange, all the while sweating a storm in her clothing and making a pool of body perspirant in the vent under and around her. The ventilation's heat was becoming more than unbearable; it was murder, torture, the likes of which could feel like hell in the poor sweating goth's eyes and sweltering mind.

Lincoln started to re-regulate his breathing, and tried to figure out why Luna would make such a request of him. He kept his position.

"Flip...onto your stomach," Luna said with more sexual menace.

Without knowing for certain, Lincoln submitted to her emotionally-charged and confusing request, gradually flipping his naked self onto his leaned abed stomach, feeling completely and totally awkward, exposed and vulnerable. Luna angled her head to imply Lincoln to scooch his arms and part of his upper body up on the bean bag chair, just like she had.

"Uhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuu," Luna groaned out in a heavy, husky voice, sounding slightly deeper and more in line with her bellowing rock voice she could pump out. Her tone made Lincoln feel like his body involuntarily got chained and subdued, shackled and suppressed against the carpeting and the bean bag chair.

"Oh lord, oh fuck, what's she thinking?" Lincoln thought in a transfixed, embarrassed mindset.

"Lincoln...I...I can't help it...I...I'm sorry," Luna weakly said, before she roared like a beast in mammoth-like musth, dropping on all fours and crawling over Lincoln. Her D-sized boobs caressing the nerves on his back caused goosebumps all over his body, his skin feeling much more tender and vulnerable; his whole body felt more tender and vulnerable now that he thought about it.

And suddenly Luna smashed one arm like an elephant slamming one of its front legs hard on the ground, near Lincoln's head, using another to taper and waft down his leaned, sweating back, causing more nerve sensations to activate that Lincoln wasn't use to.

And he moaned, submissively, out of nowhere, to his complete shock and utter embarrassment.

"Dude...your ass is so cute."

"...WHAT!?" Lincoln yelped in terror and panic, before he felt Luna place her free hand on his right cheek, stroking and brushing against it with curious, playful fingers. A wide-eyed, bewildered and wincing Lincoln looked up and saw Luna biting her lower lip, causing a bit of blood to drip down her chin and land on his back.

"Luna, you're bleeding. I don't want you to bite your lip...so," Lincoln paused, thinking on how he could get himself out of this predicament and see if he could wind down Luna, "...I could do those other things earlier? Huh mate...uhh, luv? I could make you feel betTAAHHHH, OH MY FUCKING AAUUHHHHHH!"

Lincoln screeched like a tiny girl as he felt Luna insert several of her fingers inside him all at once, curling her fingers in unprecedented violation he thought he would never, ever happen to him, less of all, coming from Luna of a people.

"OHHHH...auuuhhh...Luna? What are you do-"

"I don't know bro...IT FEELS RIGHT!" She growled out, making Lincoln wince his face and give a fearful, compliant facial expression.

"Holy mother of...LUNA'S VIOLATING ME!...she's got her fingers inside my aAAHAAHhahhhh...aahhhh..aaaoohhhh...uuuuhhhh...oh god this feels weird and unnatural!"

Lucy was almost near fainting from the heat and scenes below, but when she saw Luna do that to Lincoln, she fainted; for a moment, but indeed fainted for several seconds.

Then she came to.

"...never in a million years would I ever think I'd see my older sister finger our brother...even if they were in an incestuous relationship," Lucy said, coming back from the fuzzy, dizzy and momentary pass-out.

"This...is reality...life...I didn't think it could get worse than incest...sigh...Lisa is going to pay dearly for blundering this experiment...or whatever the heck she was trying to do."

"LUNA! LUNA STOP! PLEASE! THIS IS WEIRD!" Lincoln yelled pathetically in self-disgusted moans. Luna seemed to only press harder and harder in him.

"Luna...stop, please! This...this is confusing me, more than anything!"

Luna suddenly pulled her fingers out of him; he winced at the feeling, but felt a moment of relief when she did that. She crawled backwards a bit while over him.

"Oh my fuck Luna...I dunno what would compel you to do that; let's not ever talk about thaOH MY GOD! AAHAHAHHHH...HUUUUUHH...LUNA! LUNA, WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Luna punctured Lincoln with her extremely long tongue, going even deeper than her fingers went. Lincoln screeched like he never screeched before, grappling the carpet so hard he ripped chunks out the carpet, his face plastered in shock to the untold nth degree. His pupils were wide in such terrified contractions, his body was tensed, he breathing heavy, his mind told him to get away as fast as possible...but his body wasn't letting him. For some reason, he felt paradoxically compelled to let Luna do this to him.

"This...this is the most fucked up thing ever to happen," Lincoln squeaked in his hand as he felt his body being somewhat pushed back and forth by Luna's oratory thrusts into his backside.

"Auuhhh...oh god...I...I better not be fucking enjoying this...OH FUCK! OH SHIT! THIS IS FUCKED UP!"

He felt awkward trickles of minor tears forming, feeling an inordinate sense of shame, self-hate, confusion...and worst of all...arousal from Luna doing this to him.

"Oh hell in a fucking hand basket...make this stop...Luna's gotta be done by now, right?"

Lincoln's request, more of a pathetic prayer in his begging mind, seemed to come true. Lincoln moaned awkwardly as Luna pulled the ridiculous length of her tongue out, looking still ravenous and sexually imposing as ever.

"Oh my fuck...what else can she frickin do? WHAT DIABOLICAL CRAP DID LISA PUT IN THAT SPRAY?...or is this Luna acting out? Oh my god I hope it's the spray!"

Luna just panted in her sprawled, hovering position, before crawling over Lincoln again, placing her possessed, sex-crazed face, her tongue that was inside him, dangling right next to him. It made him grimace how raunchy things had got to this point.

"...you're very hygienic and clean...and tasty Lincoln," Luna purred out in a not-so-subtle domineering tone. Lincoln groaned out an awkward little chuckle.

"Kind...kinda a feminine thing I picked up, hehehe?"

"Li...Lincoln?"

"Yeah Luna?" Lincoln asked under his heavy, deep and careful breathing.

"...you taste like clover honey...and a bit like me... vanilla bro."

Lincoln slowly turned his head around and looked towards Luna with a catatonic expression plastered on his face, not sure what to say or do. But his body just quivered from the thought that he apparently, according to Luna...tasted like honey...and vanilla.

"...d...down there?" He nervously asked with his eyes closed. He suddenly felt Luna's tongue draping across his left cheek on his face; his hairs on his head rose on end.

"...you showered for me, didn't ya mate? With my soap?"

"I...took a shower this morning and used some...hehehe...if that's what you mean," Lincoln hiccupped, hopeful that Luna was now calling it quits, and that whatever took her over, was now receding.

"Luna? Tell me you're done? Please?"

Luna just growled, then dropped her moist, oozing groin on top of Lincoln's ass, before dropping her head parallel next to his.

"...the cutest, most fuckable ass...the softest, prettiest, whitest hair...who taste like honey and me," Luna whispered lustily, before putting and arm under his neck, gently biting his back neck, and to Lincoln's shock, the most unlikely, startling and altering thing to happen to Lincoln Loud sexually...Luna started to dry-hump him, and she was doing it hard.

"AHHAHA...AAaaauhhhh...Oaaawwhhhhh...Luna! LUNA! WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN!?"

He couldn't believe it; of all the things to ever happen to him, Luna Loud, was humping him hard, non-penetratively, but was forcibly smashing her oozing womanhood hard into his tightened, sensitive and raw ass cheeks, rocking and hammering into his whole body .

Lucy fainted again seeing this, her tiny diminutive body nearly cooking in the vents now, unconscious; all the while the unsettling, pounding nature of Luna's dominance of Lincoln's form was overwhelming his matured capacities to properly digest them.

"Please...I...I want this to stop! This is so weird! It's confusing me Luna!"

He felt Luna's canine's get firmer into his neck as she roughly ruffled and pulled his curly, wavy white hair back, causing slight tears of pain to trickle down his cheeks.

What was probably the most embarrassing reality about this whole thing that Lincoln realized...he was still sporting a huge erection under him, and felt an unnecessary amount of arousal from this ordeal. That itself caused great personal turmoil inside him.

"This is fucking insane...am I oozing from being dominated by her? DO I LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING FUCKED BY LUNA?" He screamed in his head as his body was being smashed harder and harder. Luna leaned an arms down his backside, reaching between both of them in her smashes and caressed her fingers down his hardened, wiggling member, twiddling her fingers all over his oozing formation. It made him moan out in surprise, startling his plan-making process in getting out of this situation.

"COME ON LOUD! THINK! FRICKIN THINK DAMN IT!"

"I love the way your huge junk pulsates and makes those big oozing precums every time I smash into you," Luna huffed out intensely, before quickening the pace, smashing even harder now, Luna's oozing juices from her tender, swollen area coursing down Lincoln's raw backside and coursing down his private regions. Luna was beginning to groan even louder and louder, as though she was approaching her climax soon.

And Lincoln was disgusted that he came up with an idea...more of a horrific realization.

"Maybe...she'll only stop if I go along...and feel pleasured from this; I...I should...I'm her boyfriend...I need to be there for her, so this Luna...she needs to know I'm feeling pleasured; that might stop her."

Lincoln took in several deep breaths, prepping himself for all the self-introspection and later questioning of his once-certain proclivities he'd be doing post this ordeal.

He began to moan softly, timing his groans and moans with the downward pounding thrust of Luna's form.

"Oooohh...AAAuuuhhh...Oh god Luna...harder...it feels so good," Lincoln tried saying as passively, seductively and submissively as possible in true acting form, giving out little whimpers and squeaks to indicate pleasure.

It seemed to work; Luna's eyes went wide. But she really bit down on Lincoln's neck and smashed into Lincoln's ass even harder and harder than before. But judging by how much her body began dancing and quivering erratically in the thrusting, he thought his vocalizations might gradually be pushing her over the edge and get her to finally finish.

"Oh Luna! It feels...aaauaauhhhh...so good. Ohhh...aaaauuuuhhhh...ohhh...Luna...Luna..."

Lincoln, acting as best he could, slowly felt the onset of his nerves around his whole body shivering and tingling. The tingling was growing more and more intense the more he moaned out lustily to Luna's pounding thrusts, telling himself he was just putting on a show to stimulate Luna.

He was beginning to feel the trickling elements of actually enjoying this role; nervous and sweating tons, but the kaleidoscope of confusion he felt before was yielding to this tense, uneasy realization about himself.

"...oh fuck...I'm enjoying this...I'm actually getting these tingles from Luna thrusting...into my backside...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?"

Lincoln closed his teary eyes and tried in vain to pretend he was only feeling fear and terror.

No such luck; it wasn't even total fear or terror, but nervous, tantalizing excitement.

He felt those strange, uncomfortable butterflies by the billions flutter in his stomach...the nervous but exhilarated ones. He couldn't shake off the adrenaline and stimulation his body and mind was somehow perceiving. He could feel his junk pumping and throbbing as it was pressed hard under his own body, sticking out quite a bit under him and wobbling with the bodily poundings by Luna's form, rubbing against the carpet in pirouette-like back and forth wobbling curls.

"I...I feel it...I'm gonna do it...to her doing this to me...that's...so...so messed up...OH GOD THAT'S SO MESSED UP! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ABOUT ME!?"

And like that, without being able to think or determine his next set of actions, the tingling sensations totally enveloped Lincoln. His mind, his reservations and his inhibitions crumbled to the ether of nothingness. He no longer pretended to act like he was enjoying this.

Lincoln became drunk and intoxicated in a stupor, now honestly moaning out in confused but sexually certain pleasure, and he was feeling so, so close now.

"I...all I need is..a little more," his biologically raging second brain reported to his fallen mind.

"AAAahahhhha...AAAUUHH! OH FUCK LUNA! HARDER! POUND HARDER! I'M SO CLOSE I...AAUUUUUUUUHHHHH! I'm actually...I'M ACTUALLY GONNA C...AUGGGHHHHH!"

Luna growled through her jagged canines that now punctured into Lincoln's back neck, creating minute trickles of blood. Her eyes bulged out, half-open and lost in dominance. She looked down; Lincoln's eyes were lost in submission, his moaning and sexually aroused, submissive vocalizations magnifying Luna's thrusting power and force.

And then Lincoln's tingling became too much; the pressure now accumulated in his body built up, and so had Luna's pheromone state. The powerful build-up from the most unlikely of sexual situations between them both climaxed to their thresholds.

And Lincoln felt his threshold peak.

"AAAUUUHH, LUNA! I'M CUMMING! AAAAUAUUH...AAUUUUHHHHHH! I'M CUMMAAUUUUOOOHH!"

Lincoln's eyes rolled backwards as he ejaculated all over his inner legs, the floor and onto Luna's still thrusting but now convulsing form, his body shaking and contracting under Luna's defiantly, his fingers puncturing holes through the bean bag chair and the carpeting. He bit down on the bean bag fabric, and without thinking, with his chipped tooth, ripped a huge section of the bean bag apart, panting, moaning and screaming out in pleasure.

And this seemed to push Luna as well.

Lincoln shouted in pleasured pain as Luna smashed into Lincoln in several back-destroying thrusts. She roared through her teeth into Lincoln's neck, before throwing her neck and head back, screaming and roaring louder than the loudest known tiger or tigress, causing the room to vibrate and shake worse than when she jammed on her new guitar. Lincoln moaned loudly, but covered his ears by how loud, low and primal Luna's roar got, as deep, intense and thundering as a rock concert and a jet engine at the same time.

And she suddenly released a flooding torrent of creamy fluids all over Lincoln, the streams shooting down at record speed, coating his ass, seeping between his cheeks to his still tender area, coating his pulsating member, covering his own fluids glued into the carpet, her groin, and a huge wave coursed down Lincoln's back, following his natural, trimmed back profile. Luna smashed into his body several more times, groaning loudly like a beast, her pupils now no longer visible. Her eyes were pure white, lost in the inhuman euphoria of having such a chemically-compelled orgasm.

And with one final push into Lincoln's body, Luna's arms, legs, hands and feet gave out, causing her to collapse onto Lincoln's panting form, her now trying to breath as hard and fast as possible. Her still ejaculating form went limp, and the full dead weight of her body now enveloped Lincoln. Luna's entire front sides, and Lincoln's back, were soaked in her orgasmic female fluids.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...Huh...HUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH...HOLY FUCKING...is she finally done?" Lincoln asked, trying to get his head back in the game, even though his body still felt limp, useless and utterly drenched in his unbelievable orgasm. Luna's head was lying next to him as his and her bodies still vibrated in the tensions of their sexual nerves just finally being released.

"Huuuhh..huuuuuuhhhh...Luna?"

Luna looked like her eyes stared into oblivion, her face expressionless, her head and hair coated in sweat still dripping down her like rivers down mountainsides. The full extent of Luna's somewhat comatose, wide-eyed yet unfocused glare was slowing beginning to the still tender and tingling Lincoln.

"Oh my god...I...I cam...really hard, like...as hard as I did last night...maybe harder? But this was...so different!"

He wiggled his body around. Luna's ejaculate oozed in little driblets down Lincoln's sides, streaming down his shoulders, chest, leaned stomach; he could feel a large pool of it still settled in the center of his back, drenching and glazing his skin and Luna's stomach and breasts.

His whole body was virtually coated in Luna's juices.

"And holy heck did Luna ever cum. This is probably the most she's ever came ever...all over me...my body...and that turns me on...just...in a different way," Lincoln thought, the full picture and realization of what he let himself get lost in, what him and Luna just did.

"...wow...I was...like, the girl...the docile...passive...eh ehm...the submissive one...well, that's something new about ya Lincoln Loud," he mumbled to himself, trying to find the strength to push himself up with Luna's body still pressed down on him.

"I can't dwell on that too long...but man were those tingles intense. I need to recalibrate on Luna."

With his focus and mind back under his control, he found enough strength, pushing up enough to wiggle out of Luna's profile, feeling her fluids pooled on his back dribbled and cascade down onto the shredded carpet and bean bag chair. Some of it splattered onto Luna's head, neck and back. She was still heaving huge, focused breaths.

"Luna?"

She didn't respond.

"Hey...Luna? Rocker girl?"

Lincoln looked into her possessed eyes. They were gradually returning from whatever crazed mental landscape she was lost in.

"Huh...she's probably gonna be thirsty. Luan still keep those water bottles up in your closet?"

Lincoln stood up, feeling a knarly blood rush from his groin to his limbs, reanimating his body. He felt sore, his back was sore and tender, his ass really sore and tender...including the fact that he was partly limping over to Luna's towels hanging up in the closet.

"Man...Luna's tongue's a deadly ass weapon...no pun intended...hehe...Luan would have loved that pun if it wasn't so messed up," Lincoln thought in a reserved moment of self depreciation. He pulled down several of Luna's towels, using one to wipe himself down, another one around his shoulders, and three for Luna, who was just beginning to look human again with her panting and heaving. He pulled several bottled waters down as well, and walked back to Luna, getting to his shaking knees and trying to observe the Luna Loud he hoped would be coming to.

"Hey...rocker gal, do I have you back now?" Lincoln said gently, wiping her forehead's sweat. He gently padded her face, then neck.

"Geez louise, I sure drooled a lot of saliva on her," Lincoln thought, before feeling his own neck, still sticky and gooey with Luna's salivations, and a tinge of blood streaming from the puncture holes Luna unintentionally made with her sharp canines.

"Oh...ouch, gonna have to explain that away somehow...Cliff! He occasionally sleeps in my covers, or freaks out and attacks me if I don't feed him; yeah, that'd work. Wait a minute...what about the marks on Luna's neck, from...me?"

He caressed Luna's head up a bit, looking at the back of her neck, just under where her pixie cut hair ended; a tiny impression in the skin, but no lacerations.

"Phew! Glad I didn't do that to her. Even if she did a number on me, I still wouldn't want to...oh shit, that's right. Luna was egging me on. Still...I don't want to hurt her, no matter what."

Her eyes became less and less possessed with Lincoln's nurturing pawing of the towels on her body, focusing mostly on her upper body.

Luna suddenly hiccupped and coughed in a spastic, recovering choke.

"Whoaaaa, whoa there Luna! Here," Lincoln said with a minor chuckle and a warm, supportive smile, handing Luna over the bottled water. She grabbed it with shaking arms, and downed the whole bottle within a few seconds.

"Huuuuhhhh...huuuuhhhh...thanks bro."

"Your first words post beast-mode; it's good to hear you again Luna," Lincoln humored, reaching his hand over and twiddling his fingers on Luna's freckled face. Luna, still looking a bit lethargic, reached her hand and placed her palm gently on Lincoln's freckled cheek.

"Huuh...uh...Lincoln? Did...did we-"

"Yeah...we did...I mean, penetrative-wise, we're both still virgins...like sixty or seventy percent virgins...Luna? We don't have to talk about what just happened if you don't-"

"My...my throat hurts...oww...it's sore," she weakly uttered.

"I can only imagine; wish you didn't take it all in and then roar your vocal chords out," Lincoln huffed in concern. He placed his fingers on Luna's throat, gently massaging and kneading her trachea for a few minutes.

"There...feel a bit better Luna?"

"Eh...eh ehm...a little...thank you."

"Any time. We should clean up though; no telling how much more time we got to ourselves up here anyh-"

"Oh god," Luna muttered with extreme anguish.

"Luna?"

"Bro...I...I couldn't control myself...I...I lost it... violated you...in so...so many ways..."

"Sshhh...it's okay Luna, you didn't-"

"LINCOLN!" Luna chocked out in such a remorseful, lamenting tone, looking square in Lincoln's eyes.

Luna began crying, breaking down into her hands.

"Luna? Please don't cry! Please! It's not that big of a deal really. I learned some new things about our relationship...and some...other things...about me. It's oka-"

"No Lincoln," she coughed out mid-sob. She flipped onto her knees and collapsed into Lincoln's exposed chest, still coated in Luna's dribbled ejaculate.

"Linc...dude...I raped you...I RAPED YOU LINCOLN! I'M SO FUCKIN SORRY MATE! I'M SORRY LINCOLN! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I-"

Luna wailed in self loathing and misery from what she did to him. Lincoln just closed his eyes and gave a distressed huff as he held Luna's shuddering, naked body.

"I'm sorry...please...please forgive me Lincoln! I couldn't help it! I couldn't help it!"

"Ssshhhhhh...Luna...your little bro is here for you...and you didn't rape me; those chemicals in that spray did."

Luna sniveled a couple times, before making a terrifying face, looking towards their presumably still locked door.

"...fuckin science experiment...FUCKIN LISA! SHE'S GONNA PAY FOR CAUSING ME TO-"

"NO LUNA! BAD IDEA!"

"But she did this! She fucked up whatever she was tryin to pull, and that caused me to-"

"Luna! Listen to me. If you confront Lisa about this, she might find out about us, our relationship, and she might try experiments on us, or worst, tell mom and dad, and...things might spiral out of control. We can't let her know what happened, at all! Period!" Lincoln said sternly, before digging his head into Luna's neck and whispering into her ear forlornly, "I...I don't wanna lose you. I love you too much to risk it...please Luna."

"...Lincoln," Luna uttered, cradling Lincoln as she slowly got a handle on her own tears and mortified shaking.

Lincoln felt some tears dribble down; not from the pain from his body, but from the uncomfortable thoughts about what might happen to Luna if anyone found out about them...beside Luan.

"Luna...I love you so...so much. I don't ever wanna risk losing you. I nearly did once, and it was the worst thing to ever happen to me, ever."

"Yeah," Luna replied in a snivel, pulling herself up and putting her forehead onto his, "I...I thought I lost you too; I was ready to throw myself in that huge frickin twister cause of it...and be with you," Luna said awkwardly in a gurgled hiccup.

"Geez...at some point...we're gonna have to address that whole deal...aren't we?" Lincoln asked, feeling still that if Luna had drowned, and she didn't wake up...he would have done it.

"...fuck...I just wanna forget that whole ordeal...so...so fucked up...we are gonna have to talk about it eventually...fuckin bloomin-a...but at least I learned I could count on you bro," Luna said with a tiny smile, giving Lincoln a delicate kiss, much more gentle than usual. Lincoln responded back, but then...tasted something...

"...OH SHIT! Sorry bro; I...I still got-"

"Huh...you weren't kiddin Luna...honey. Dang, who'd have thought, down there, eh?"

"...and vanilla Linc...I'm guessing those vanilla creamers and vanilla milk you down a lot is startin to make you taste a bit like me."

"...I didn't know that was scientifically possible."

"I dunno; I just find it nice."

Luna leaned herself into Lincoln's frame and closed her eyes.

"Mind if we cuddle like this...just for a few bro?"

"Anything for you Luna, but we're gonna need to clean up soon."

"Thanks mate," Luna said with a wink, her eyes losing the last tear, before Lincoln met Luna's lips and gently made out with her on the still orgasmically-coated carpet, repairing the vibe and degrading the awkwardness generated by the pheromone-fueled ordeal.

"Luna...herdi verdi verdi."

"Hehe...herdi verdi verdi to you too bro...forever."

---

Earlier, when she came to, feeling like she lost half her body weight from sweating and panting quietly from fear of moving should Luna sense her presence in the vent, she had enough.

"TOO MUCH! SIGH! TOO MUCH! FUCK THIS! I HAVE TO LEAVE! NOW!"

And with all the strength Lucy could muster, she began to pull herself down the hot, burning ventilation, hovering her sweaty, exposed hands and feet and other exposed skin off the hot vent metal. Luckily her sweat acted to absorb some of that heat off from burning her, but it was still the physically hardest thing she's ever done in her life. Her damp, drenched clothes didn't help any.

"Sigh...the vents have betrayed me...sigh...my room...STAY AWAKE LUCY! STAY AWAKE!" She screamed mentally at herself, staying quiet as she could, limping and pulling herself through those vents with all her might, her ever-dwindling might. It would be the longest journey of her young life, especially with the brutal, horrific reality of what was happening to Lincoln and Luna...now what Luna was putting Lincoln through, all presumably because of some unknown Lisa-styled experiment.

"All your experiments ever preceding this one weren't this bad Lisa...this is downright heartless, evil and nefarious...you'll pay...I swear to all the spirits and vampire lore in the world you'll pay!"

Not even a fifth of the way through, the heat was really on, Lucy now feeling like a bat in a slow-bake oven setting. She could feel it coming; unconsciousness.

"Death...expiration...my demise...I feel it...sigh...I might actually die in here...may...maybe it would be for the best...I wouldn't have to deal with these problems anymore...and-"

"Is that any way for my great granddaughter to give up? Be true to yourself my little Lucy; you're not a pushover, even though you act like one, an invisible one like I did," a hauntingly familiar voice called out. It spooked Lucy half to death.

"Huuuhhh...who said that?" Lucy called out in a nervous tone, "Oh...oh no...did Luna find me?"

"No dear little goth child...your Great Grandma Harriet did."

Lucy's eyes popped out of her sweat-soaked, jet black hair. She couldn't see anything beyond the mirage of the vents, the fizzing, unrelenting heat that pelted her.

"No way...Great Grandma Harriet?"

"Now listen here. You're not done yet, not by a long shot! You are maturing so fast it should be a record holder, plus your knowledge for the occult and gothic discourse rivals my own."

"Grandma...Great Grandma Harriet...I...I don't think I can carry on anymore...please...send the spirits to retrieve me...I can't take this."

"The spirits and I wish to tell you that you are far from done being on this plane. You deserve so much of this plane's pleasures and delights."

"But...my family...my brother and sisters...your other great grandchildren...they're doing things that-"

"That are quite unfortunate, but none of my business to interrupt; they can make their own decisions. I'm just a spirit after all, but I'm here to make sure you are well kept. But it seems you really want to keep them safe, am I right?"

"Y...yes...but-"

"Then they should count their blessings on how emotionally accepting you are of them. They have a secret ally in you they don't even know about."

"Great Grandma Harriet...it's...so hard...it's just so...so hard," Lucy yelped in a choked cry, feeling all her inner lament and fears bubble out in reserved, slowly deceasing speed.

"I know sweetheart, and I can't promise you'll have easier times in the future. As a matter of fact, many, many hard times are in for you and your family."

"...sigh...I was afraid of that...sigh."

"I didn't have it easy either; occultism wasn't exactly popular in my time, but bear in mind, your world is unique, full of beauty...gothic beauty I mean. And I'll tell you in on a secret; the afterworld is not as dark and gloomy as you may think."

"R...really?"

"Oh indeed yes, way too much brightness and...colors besides black. Black is at a premium here."

"...no way...that's disappointing...sigh."

"Sigh indeed...and most importantly, I'm not about to let a great grandchild of mine perish in such a horrible manner and come to a world that's nothing like our literature says it's like. OVER HERE!" Lucy heard this phantom voice call out.

Suddenly Fang and a multitude of bats came screaming down the vents, hovering all about Lucy. Fang gave a toothy nuzzle to Lucy's cheek.

"Fang? You shouldn't be here; none of you! You might die from the heat!"

"So could you great grandchild. These are wonderful friends you have here. I like how you and that other great grandchild of mine, the tomboy one, has all these animals; you don't regard them as pets, but actual entities with personality, as friends. Your bat friends must love you enough to listen to my suggestions and come down the vents."

"...you can talk to them? They understand you? But I thought I closed the vents in my room; how'd they get in?"

"...ways," the voice said; it now sounded eerily similar to Lucy's own voice, only older and more lively.

Fang and the other bats suddenly flapped as hard as they could, making extreme whirling gusts inside the ventilation system, knocking a pocket of hot air around them and somewhat cooling the air around them, and most important to them, Lucy.

"Now stay conscious Lucy; I'll be quite angered and disappointed if I see you in the next few minutes in spirit form. And goodbye my great grandchild; stay strong, and be honest with yourself. Remember, the truth shall set you free."

"Wait...WAIT GREAT GRANDMA HARRIET!"

"I can't stay too long Lucy, one last inquiry. Spirits like me have time limits allotted to us."

"...are you real? Are spirits really real? Or am I having some sort of heat-induced delusion?"

"Ha...hahahah...of course I'm in your mind, just as you know your love for your family resides in your mind as well; I'm that real...I'll leave it at that," the voice said in a nurturing tone, "OH, one more thing Lucy; don't be too harsh on your scientist of a sister; she's pragmatically wise, but makes mistakes like the rest of us; her most recent one was not intentional, as warped...and disturbing as it became...just remind her that the road to hell is paved with good intentions...food for thought. Farewell my gothic great grandchild, I look forward to seeing you again."

As the bats carried her all the way out at extreme speed, now in her room, Lucy heaved cool, cleaner and healthy gulps of air, as she was gently placed on her bed by Fang and the bats all huddled around her. The dropped her blinds and made it as dark as possible for her. Fang swooped out her door, coming back holding a bottled water, it sticking to its two sharp fangs.

"Th...thank you fang...my friends," Lucy heaved, feeling her entire body drained of all energy. She drank through the two tiny holes in the bottled water, taking it all down at once, before her energy could no longer support her.

"...thank you...my friends...thank Great Grandma Harriet...for saving me...and I promise I won't be too harsh on Lisa...I...I'll take your word she didn't mean to cause...what's happening to Luna and Lincoln...Luna...Lincoln...sigh...but I'll let her know what you said."

And like that, Lucy passed out fast asleep, her mind going black from exhaustion, one of her favorite colors.

---

Across town, after Luan and Leni left Carol's apartment once Francisco's parents finished and headed out, and Francisco and Jeff could retreat back in and properly cloth themselves, thanking Luan and Leni profusely, they began walking home.

The weather was generally clear and sunny, but extremely windy. Leni had gotten frightened along the walk home from how intense, surreal and...familiar the winds got.

The horrible memories trickled in Leni's mind. Luan could only imagine what was passing poor Leni's mind.

As she held onto Luan's arm, her feet feeling tight in her new boots again, Luan's mind still distracted and wondering what to do about her complicated situation with Other Leni, her feelings for Lincoln and her lust for Luna and those girls, a subtle snapping sound could be heard around them.

"Like, what was that!" Leni said urgently.

"...my mind and sanity," Luan huffed out cooly, before a large branch from a nearby tree crashed right next to them. Leni shrieked loudly and jumped up high in the air like a cat being spooked, Luan being the unfortunate one to catch Leni's full form, nearly causing her to flip right over onto the pavement hard.

"Dang it nature! Leaf us alone...heheh, get it?"

"No," Leni hiccupped, "Luan...I WANNA GO HOME! LIKE NOW!" Leni cried out!

"Dang it! I should have check to see if Luna or Lori could have given us a ride...or hell, even them, if Other Leni didn't knock them out with that sleeping crud," Luan thought with slight annoyance, trying to stumble over to a small bus station.

"...god damn it...I hate the bus."

They looked to their corner; that same tree branch was apparently blocking the entire road, and their bus was in a line of piling traffic behind the downed limb.

"Great! That's great! I suppose it can't get...no...no, that's what Murphy's Law wants me to say...SCREW YOU MURPHY! WIND UP IN HELL AND GET DELIMBED! GET IT!?"

"L...Luan?" Leni asked in concern of his younger sister, who seemed to have freaked out at nothing.

"Oh...sorry Leni; it's just been a strange, stressful...very conflicting and confusing day."

"I...I guess it was...but like, at least we became kinda friends with Carol, Becky and Terri, right Luan?" Leni asked in such a timid but inherently warm tone.

That seemed to melt down Luan's tensions as Leni grasped onto Luan again. This made Luan feel a bit chipper and happy.

But her mind was still utterly meddled by the whole Carol, Becky and Terri situation.

"He...hehhe...yup...kinda friends Leni...just kinda friends."

As Leni and Luan relaxed into each other's profiles at the bust stop, waiting for the next, next bus that might not even be around for the next hour, a mint green colored 1949 Ford Mercury Custom Coupe pulled up to them, looking extremely similar to Leni's color styled attire, coupe roofing lowered, tights still original, and, behind the wheel, and old, old looking black man, looking like he was on a quest. He looked extremely sucked in and small, probably even shorter than Lincoln. His head was completely covered in grayish white hair and a beard; he sported a sort of round pork-belly, but had a strong looking upper body. He was wearing a grey suit with a purple tie. And his eyes were a brilliant, but aged, lost and forlorn feeling amber color.

"Eh...excuse me ladies! Ya know this neighborhood? Don't know it well myself."

"Oh, sure. You have a question?" Luan asked, willing to help this man.

"Yes mam. Am I in Royal Woods?"

"Yes sir."

"Ah, beautiful, wonderful! Now...this street...ya know how I get to it?" the old black man said, handing Luan and Leni a map of their neighborhood.

"You see, I'm trying to find this Franklin street. I'm wantin to say thank you to some folks; know where this Franklin Avenue is by chance? My eyes ain't what they use to be, stupid glasses," the old black man huffed comically. Luan giggled as Leni smiled from this man's bubbly-sounding old voice.

"Awweee...he sounds so sweet and innocent," Leni thought, wanting to give him a hug, and then thinking this old black guy would look adorable and stunning in a suite she was thinking about putting on Lincoln when they would have more time.

"Hey...Franklin Avenue! That's our street!" Leni suddenly burst out upon realization, Luan giving a "why did you blurt that out" look. Leni just smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, really girls? It's your street?"

"Uhh...y...yeah, we do," Luan mumbled, trying to avoid a question she thought would be asked by the old, sweet black man.

"Huh...isn't that a coincidence; I'm looking for the street you're living on. If you're willing, I could give you a ride there. Bus looks like it's gonna be delayed for quite a bit."

"Uhm...thank you very much sir, but our parents told us not to get into cars with strangers."

"Ahh, I see. You're parents are wise about that. Okie dokie then, mind telling me how to get there from here then?"

"Sure, just go straight down-"

And suddenly a telephone pole snapped off in the distance, causing a huge electrical explosion, rocking car alarms and freaking dozens of people all around them.

The old man gave a concerned look over to Luan and Leni. Leni just looked at Luan in hopes to be a bit safer.

"...huuuuuuhhhh...maybe we should get a ride. Okay sir, we'll guide you."

"I'm glad I could be of help. Come on in!" He bellowed in a happy old tone, struggling from his seeming lack of strength in pushing the door open.

Leni just light pulled as the old man struggled several moments.

"Al...alright girls. Buckle up; gonna be a nice and smooth ride."

"That's very nice of you sir," Luan said as she slipped her seat belt on. Luan helped Leni do her strapping.

"Yeah Mr...oh, I'm sorry, we didn't, like, ask your name," Leni asked, "I'm Leni Loud; this is my sister Luan Loud; she's a comedian."

"Ah, yeah? That's wonderful. The name is Barry...Barry Abraham Jemison, glad ta meet you ladies."