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!

16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Axing the Pheromones, Urges, and the Visitor

Outside in the front yard of the Loud house residence.

"LILY! LOLA!...LYNN!" Rita shouted sternly to the three energized Evil Knievels; they were now riding extremely fast along their yard, way, way too fast for Rita's liking. Lynn Sr wasn't helping any at all; they were having a sideways race along the exterior wall of the house, circling and twisting dangerously close to one another and spinning around the garage.

"LYNN GOSH DARN IT! WILL YOU KNOCK THAT OFF AND HELP ME!? YOU'RE ENCOURAGING THEM!"

"AWE COME ON HONEY! THIS IS THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN AGES!" Lynn Sr shouted out like a little ten year old, Lily and Lola now on his tail as they coyly teamed up to beat their dad in this non-stop race. Lana looked at the sites from her stationary, barefoot hovering with Hops on her red hat...a big smile enveloping on her face.

"Huh? What's that Hops? Looks fun? LET'S DO IT THEN OLE' BUDDY!"

"LANA! NOT YOU TOOOWHOOOOAAAAA!" Rita screamed, diving face first into the grassy lawn to get out of the way as Lana went full blast over Rita in a weird wheely-like effect, screeching in laughter and joy now with Hops holding on for dear life, his body and tongue wafting like a comically stretched cartoon character behind them.

Rita looked up with an entirely annoyed, incrementally angered look.

"This is why I should have swallowed," Rita said under her breath, before getting up, her legs still shaky and nervous, her form rattling more angrily than anything. She looked over to Lisa, hanging by the front porch, looking entirely unamused by the derelict, speeding antics of her father and three sisters on her mobile saucer inventions.

"Lisa? Can ya help your mother out?"

"Huhhhhhh...very well; I never intended such tomfoolery for my inventions anyhow...let me see," Lisa huffed unemotionally, a forced blank expression planted on her face. In reality she was nervous about halting too early her planned misdirection for her family members, and was going to try and feign some technical issue.

"Goodness, if they finish up too early, they might retreat back inside, and I can only bide my time till...the heat sensors? HOLY TOLEDO! I FORGOT ABOUT THOSE!"

Lisa recalled the menagerie of thermal heat sensors she installed throughout the house; she used those to make probabilistic maps for who would most likely be where at any particular point of the day in the house. The best way to track the individual family members was by thermal heat signature; lucky for her she planted many of them in the walls throughout the whole house.

"Huh...I made those probability table maps so long ago...the devices should still be up and running," Lisa thought, a tiny smile forming on her face.

"LISA!?"

"Oh...sorry mother, a slight case of scatterbrained, tangent thinking...and yes, I can deescalate the situation with father, Lily, Lola and Lana. I'll need a moment."

"Please hurry sweetie! I don't like them going that fast, zooming around at that kind of an angle along our house."

"Ah, your consternations are well acknowledged; that happens to be the purpose of your matriarch designation."

"...say what now dear?"

"...huuhhh...your concern is understandable given that you're our mother...a moment please," Lisa said lethargically, pulling out yet another technical device, much like an IPod but with multiple looking additional features that would make it look more akin to something found several decades in the future.

As Lisa began fooling with the thermal signature readings under the guise of shutting down the rapidly moving saucer devices some of her family was riding to their irresponsible, dangerous degree, the four out-of-control riders turned like a dime towards the street, pulling right up in the air high up and doing a three-hundred and sixty circular curve mid-air, curling several times high up off the street.

"OH MY GOD YOU FOUR ARE SO GONNA BE GROUNDED IF YOU DON'T KNOCK THAT OFF! YOU ESPECIALLY LYNN!" Rita shouted with her concerned veins popping out of her head, her motherly concern and rage now boiling hotter now.

"ME!? WHAT DID I DO!?"

Rita turned towards the source of the shouting; it was Lynn Jr, pushing her single sled man with what appeared to be virtually no metal base plate for it to balance on.

"Oh, not you sweetie...your father, Lily, Lola and Lana are however in a world of trouble when they...WHOA! LYNN JR!" Rita shouted in deathly fear, suddenly moving at lightning speed, dive-bombing into the street to pull Lynn Jr out of the way of a speeding car. In less than one second Rita managed to pull Lynn Jr out of the way, throwing her and herself onto the sidewalk as the car side-swiped the single sledman, twirling it into the air, right into Mr. Grouse's backyard. It somehow managed to stay intact, landing in the huge pile of firewood partly covered by a random blue torn tarp.

"HUUUHH...LYNN JR! ARE YOU OKAY!?" Rita roared out in concern, pulling her awestruck, dumbfounded and rather confused sport-loving daughter into a tight embrace.

Lynn Sr just so happened to see all this happen when he rotated his saucer device. His blood suddenly boiled, deathly protective parental rage suddenly enrapturing the little kid that was having a ball.

"LYNN JR!? RE YOU OKAY!? LILY, LOLA, LANA! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Lynn Sr roared terrifyingly, Lily, Lola and Lana ramming into one another in one comical pile-up as they tried slowing down. Luckily they had on their safety equipment and force fields surrounding them.

"Why I put the force field inertia-canceller in those devices...hehehhe, although that could have been a rather serious injury for Lynn to have sustained; she may have been clipped in the shoulder should mother not have pulled her out at that moment," Lisa quietly huffed, then laughed, as though trying to get those nervous, concerned butterflies that suddenly swelled. She was eyeing over to Lynn Jr and her mother, partly concerned for the situation. She got up and quickly walked over. Lynn Sr just gave a stink eye for the crashed girls to not continue riding, and suddenly, took off like a bat out of hell.

Rita looked at Lynn Jr with terrified concern.

"Uhhh, mom...what happened? Why d'ya do that?"

"...LYNN JR? YOU WERE ALMOST HIT BY A CAR!"

"Whoa...that ain't cool! I could have gotten killed!" Lynn Jr said with an angry face.

Lynn Sr suddenly roared out a frightening scream, thundering a shout towards the car that nearly clipped Lynn Jr. It rattled and sent terror in Lynn Jr, Lola, Lily and Lana, and even Rita was taken aback by his sudden parental rage.

"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SON OF A-!"

"HORN!" Rita shouted, trying to block out the curse around the younglings. The car continued speeding, accelerating at full speed.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU NEARLY RUN OVER MY DAUGHTER AND NOT STOP!"

Lynn Sr shifted his saucer and went unnervingly fast screaming down the street, red fury in his eyes, hell bent on catching up with whoever nearly ran into Lynn Jr.

"...okay, new rule; no more sled drills in the street," Rita huffed out, pulling a rather discombobulated looking Lynn off the sidewalk. She didn't have a scratch, while Rita looked like she got bruised and scratched pretty good in a motorcycle accident.

"Okay mom, sorry. Just, sorta lost my sense. My mind is...not on the ball."

"Well please don't let it happen again. And Lisa? Only deactivate Lola, Lana and Lily's little...whatever they are. Leave your father's on," she said, motherly rage and an evil smile forming on her face.

"Duly noted mother," Lisa replied. In less than a second, she pressed several buttons, and the trio of little blonde's saucers slowly plopped onto the ground. Only her father's was not deactivated.

"And yet again I let another deranged parental figure Homo sapien use my tech for their antediluvian emotions...huuuhhh...why we will most likely not make it as a species," Lisa huffed out to herself, checking the thermal imagining of the house.

"Mom? Is dad gonna pound the heck out of that jerk?" Lynn Jr asked, almost smiling from the idea.

Rita just shook her head, before partly chuckling to herself, "...probably. He's a big old couch potato usually...unless someone messes with his girls and Lincoln. And that dirtbag better hope he can outrun your father on that toy; personally, I hope he doesn't."

"Mom?"

"Yes Lynn?"

"Thanks for pulling me out at the last second; my mind's usually more in the zone, know what I mean?"

"We're all a little out of it...stress, your other daughters riding toys of questionable safety," Rita huffed, looking at Lisa, then with angry eyes at Lola, Lana and Lily.

"...what? They're surrounded by force fields and inertia-canceling magnetic fields; they're virtually untouchable."

"I don't know what any of that means, but let me know what you intend on giving the rest of your siblings, alright?"

"...yes mother."

"But I love the 3-D printers!" Rita said with hearts in her eyes, running over to the 3-D printer and her comically huge pile of various ornamentals and designs. Lisa grinned in satisfaction, concluding she may have bought some more time to keep the house isolated. She wondered how to control Lynn Jr, but judging by her still somewhat dazed expression, Lisa felt she was a safe variable.

Then her device activated a reading. Lisa went into checking on the loading screen of her thermal data sets.

"That's peculiar; something is anomalous in the data sets. Maybe it was when the heat recovery ventilator seemed to have activated on its own...must have been a technical malfunction. Oh well, Lana and I will check that out later. I gather it will make the thermal imaging readout a bit more haphazard and useless...oh? Looks like the heat was directly focused to Luna's room. I failed to account for a physiological response of the combined pheromones and the drastic increase in temperature in Luna and Luan's quarters...wonder if that may have influenced the sample acquisition trial."

Lisa looked up towards Luna and Luan's room; the window was still closed, blinds closed, but squinting close, she could tell there was an enormous amount of fog coating the windows.

"Hmmm...judging by the high interior humidity and moisture... added to the fact that the temperatures out here are much, much cooler than our dwelling...fifteen degrees Celsius, thank you condensation that occurs on interior glass surfaces...I think I succeeded...but just to make sure," Lisa mumbled to herself happily, looking at the images and readings of Luna's room.

"...GOOD LORD!...eh ehm...well, seems their body temperatures are quite elevated, which means there's a higher degree of confidence for this whole ordeal. Now...to collect that sample," Lisa said, before a chill went down her spine. Lisa turned back to the huddle of Lynn Jr, Lola, Lana and Lily, surrounding their mother and tending to her various cuts and bruises in concerned, loving-daughter fashion. Mr. Grouse popped from the fence on the other side.

"Hey Louds! I don't play football! An I ain't doin that "my yard, my property" crap no more like an ass, so come get your stuff if it lands in my yard!"

"Oh! Sorry Mr. Grouse!" Lynn shouted out, walking over to Mr. Grouse behind the chain link fence, picking up her single sled man and carrying it back with her.

"Again, sorry Mr. Grouse."

"No trouble sporty. Good hittin earlier by the way. Gonna knock them a-hole's socks off in the next game?" Mr. Grouse asked with a big smile, giving Lynn Jr a little punch in her shoulder pads.

"Ya know it Grousinator!"

"Good. But, listen to yer mother; keep the sled hittin on the grass, will ya?"

"Can do Mr. Grouse," Lynn Sr said happily, her and Mr. Grouse giving a big fist bump.

"Oh, and when you see your brother, let him know my firewood's ready."

"Ready? Huh?"

"Oh, ya know. Him cutting my firewood for a little dough, ya know."

"...lucky white-haired doofus gets all the money," Lynn complained under her breath, flashing a put-on smile to Mr. Grouse, before resuming her pushing in the circular indentations she made earlier around the property.

"Well, at least I'm annoyed more than turned on...and I think me nearly getting run over knocked the bunny Lincoln out of my head," Lynn thought, almost thankful that she nearly got run over, the confusion and rush taking her mind off her messed up thoughts...for the moment at least.

Rita managed to wrangle the rest of the girls into playing with their 3-D printers; Lisa snuck back into the house.

"Now, to acquire those samples in the hopeful chance they cleaned up their...eh ehm...fluids...with towels, napkins...clothing...I'm gonna have to rummage through their clothing and refuse...yuck...even if I'm ensuring a non-genetically doomed niece, it doesn't make up for how odious and repulsive this incestuous phenomena is among my siblings...and I still have both Leni and Luan to deal with...good lord...Luan...she's potentially the most indisposed of, assuming Leni has no other variables in her case...may want to do a...nah, it's Leni after all. Her mental reserve is that of a viral particle in a vacuum."

Upstairs in the rocker and comedian's room, Lincoln had just gotten Luna to cool down and keep her extreme guilt at bay. After cuddling in each other's naked, orgasmic fluid-covered frames, tingles still coursing through their beings, Lincoln pulled Luna onto her feet, legs still wobbly and weak. Lincoln had a worst time, still extremely sore from the events many minutes earlier, but was toughing out the pain for Luna's sake.

Lincoln and Luna began to clean their messes on the carpet, Luna using a towel for the vast majority of the mess, but Lincoln sportingly using his boxers to clean the combined fluids he and Luna had mixed under themselves.

"Good lord, I feel and smell like a bottle of vanilla extract...that's frickin cool!" Lincoln said with a smile on his face.

Luna just looked away when she saw Lincoln say that. She still had some visible discomfort in her mannerisms and mind; Lincoln could feel them emanate from her.

"Hey...you okay?" Lincoln asked, putting his hand on her shoulders.

"Y...yeah...just a tad...ya know."

"Yeah, it's...gonna be tough to work this one out, but I don't want you to feel guilty at all Luna. It wasn't your fault. Plus, I gotta deal with some things too."

"Lincoln?"

"Hm?"

"Were...were you really into what I was doing to you?"

"...I'd rather spend some time thinking about that. It's a curve ball I didn't think I'd ever have to deal with."

"Cause bro? I wouldn't think any less of you if you liked that...stuff."

"I...I guess it was such a change from what I usually imagine ever doing."

"Oh...you ever imagine pounding me like that bro?"

Lincoln's face lit up like a red neon sign; he made a nervous, flustered expressionless face, before the smallest hints of a goofy smile exposed him.

"...bloody hell Lincoln. Don't get so flustered. I...I mean, I personally cannot wait for you to take my V-card. You're gonna smash me into the heavens across the universe dude, I know it," Luna said with some more of her usual confidence and lax vibe, giving a small smile to him, "if that dry humping was a good way to measure ya up; you're gonna blow my fucking mind."

"...let's just clean this mess up."

"Okay dude. I'll let you ruminate on your young developing sexual identity, and I'll find a strap on and do a little research on the Amazon position."

"LUNA!?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

"...you're not helping...I don't even know what an Amazon position is...and this ain't over rocker girl, not by a long shot," Lincoln huffed out in an annoyed, bullish burst of hot air from his nostrils. Luna just leaned over and planted a kiss on his frazzled face.

"Maybe you'll find out. But seriously dude, I couldn't ask for a better, more understanding boyfriend...and almost-lover; we ain't even did it yet. I mean, we came dangerously close...closer than a crumpet next to a cup of tea, but...Jesus fuck."

"Yeah...all because of Lisa's wacked-out need to treat us siblings as experimental guinea pigs...gotta admit though, for a long while she hasn't done any experiments on us like this, not since the last time, over a year ago I think?" Lincoln said. Luna just gave an annoyed look, both seemingly knowing what it was, not wanting to openly talk about it.

"Don't remind me. Should have destroyed every beaker and test tube she owns for the stunt she pulled the last time she did an experiment like that."

"And we forgave her, remember?"

"...but I ain't forgiving her for this fuckery she pulled; I hurt and violated you Lincoln, and we don't even know what she dished out on us, or why for that matter. I ain't forgettin that."

"Ah, come on! I'm tougher than you give me credit for."

"You're my little bro, bro...also, your ass got tore up something bad by me, so no, you got some hurt in there, and me and Lisa are gonna be on thin waters for now on; I'm watching her."

"In, being the key word...ouch," Lincoln groaned out, partly rubbing his derriere, "I need to relax on my stomach for the rest of the day. Still...I'm gonna find out what Lisa did, and why she did it."

"That what was pretty shitty of her to hide that stuff in our gifts too bro."

"...admittedly yeah, it was, but you got a cool new electric guitar, I got a kick-ass kaiju diorama, and my pics and video I've never seen!"

"Yeah...that was pretty rad of her. It's just...you never know with Lisa, ya know what I mean dude? Does she actually mean it, or is it just a ruse and she's being underhanded with something? Is she just using us as a means to an end, or are we the end? Personally dude, and you know I love her, but I think she's far too manipulative...smart as fuck, but manipulative."

"I can see where you're coming from Luna, but I just think she gets too reclusive in her thinking, and forgets that there are people with feelings around her...speaking of which...ow! My frickin butt."

"Ya want a spot of ice cream dude?"

"...sure. Thanks Luna. I'm actually a bit hungry."

"I mean for your bum dude...AHAHHHHHAHHHAHAHHHAHAH!"

"GOD DAMN IT LUNA!"

Luna laughed horsley as Lincoln pouted again, his cheeks puffed. Luna just grabbed his freckled cheeks with a slight pinch.

"Awwww, is widdle Wincy upset he likes to take it as well as dish it?" Luna said in a squeaky, little girl tone, obviously making fun of him.

"...I haven't even dished it out yet, that's the ironic part," Lincoln huffed with a disappointed, but contemplative smile.

"Just make sure you don't start liking the idea of takin it from a guy; I don't wanna lose you."

"Ain't gonna happen Luna...herdi verdi verdi!"

"Herdi verdi verdi to you too my little Linc."

With the mess near-cleaned, Luna threw on a pair of panties, some stretch jeans, and a purple Beatles shirt. She wrapped up the three towels it took to clean up her chunk of the mess; Lincoln had a towel and his boxers bundled together. He slipped his jeans back on and pulled on his orange polo.

"Ya know dude...we never really specified what kind of V-cards we're willing to keep and take," Luna thought out loud as she was straightening herself, Lincoln looking carefully and cautiously at Luna's new guitar and his Toho kaiju diorama set; it was still intact.

"Huh? What do ya mean Luna?"

"Well...I don't think you're a total virgin in the strict sense...plus, I think I took your anal virginity to a degree."

"Well...yeah, I guess you did...twice."

"Yeah...geez...again, so, so sorry about that luv."

"It's fine Luna...although I'm gonna be probably questioning my overall position now, ahhahaha...but I mean, of all possible people who could have taken my "you know what" virginity, I'm glad it was you."

"Awwwee...you're gonna make me blush dude."

"And...it wasn't all bad; hell of a different thing I'd never expect to experience in my life, but...ya know, just something I'd never expect."

"You know Linc...since I effectively took yours...and I think when we mean virgins, we mean virgins in the sense of you pounding me clunge, and me getting pounded in the clunge by your noodle...what?"

Lincoln just gave a raised eyebrow look to her, somewhat bewildered by the words flowing out of Luna's mouth.

"...Too bawdy dude?"

"...yeesh, more like raunchy? Lewd?"

"But clunge is a rad word...it could also mean what I'm about to propose."

"What's that Luna?"

"I...you and me would still be virgins if it came down to my vag...but, since I took your...eh ehm...butt virginity...I'd be more than willing to give you mine...gonna be hard as fuck for me to handle you dude, never did anything like that, but I'd tough it out for ya...Lincoln?"

Lincoln just blankly looked at the wall ahead of him, dumbfounded and unsure what to say.

"...sorry bro...just a suggestion."

"I...I understand Luna...I...I'll think about it."

"Think about it hard bro, I mean it. We could still be virgins, but at the very least, I should let you tear me up like I did you."

"But you were hopped up on something from Lisa's crazy-ass chemicals!"

"I know...but I know you'd be gentle...then become a major stud...hehehe. Anyways, bro? I do really wanna get nailed by ya...and yet I wanna keep my v-card so we can save it for something...something special. HAhahahhha...man do you got an iron will to keep our v-cards, ya know that?"

"I guess I sorta do, huh?"

"I love your will bro; it's one of the things about you I find so sexy."

"Well...I just plain love you Luna," Lincoln said with a tinge of red in his cheeks, before Luna wrapped him in a sweet hug and rocked him back and forth.

Luna silently whispered to herself, "I wanna bear your children one day dude."

"What was that Luna?"

"...nothing...nothing at all bro. Come on."

Luna and Lincoln collected their towels and clothing and headed for the door; hopefully it would be unlocked by now.

"Ya think the little evil genius unlocked the doors by now Linc?"

"I'd assume so, but we really don't know. We can always just go through the window and climb off the roof."

"That's so metal man!"

Luna inched her hand from the huge pile of damp, slightly dripping towels, towards the door knob.

"Alright...three...two...one."

And the door just gently wafted right open with not even the slightest effort from Luna.

"...how the fuck did she do that?" Luna asked openly, flabbergasted at how rigid and unyielding the door was before, and now flippantly easy.

"Bob's your uncle, right Luna?"

"HAhahahahahaha, good one dude!"

"But, if I know Lisa Luna, she used some kind of electromagnetic field on the door probably; there's no other locking mechanism. She probably installed them when she made those acoustic changes to your room."

"...oh shit...you think she knows about us dude?"

"I...I don't think so. She would have come to either you or me and talked about the biological implications of our relationship by now...she doesn't strike me as the type to rat us out on mom or dad either."

"Yeah...she's a sick, twisted little robot, ain't she."

"...kinda like us, without the robot part Luna."

"...AHHAahHAHAHAHAH! Blimey! God damn I love ya bro...okay, maybe not as fucked as us...wanna do your load first?"

"Certainly not Luna! Ladies first."

"Oh yeah! You're chivalrous like that...ya like seeing me drop my creamy womanly load first, don't ya?" Luna huffed silently and with a cheeky grin into Lincoln's ear. He turned partly blush, huffed in minor annoyance, then began walking ahead of her.

"...you so wanna see me drop my creamy womanly load bro."

"Alright alright! I'm gonna keep my stuff in my room till you get your laundry done Luna."

"Too bad we can't combine it; mom just had to get that crappy washing machine from Europe that can't handle more than three pairs of pants...we got five towels and our clothing! We'd break the damn machine!"

As Luna and Lincoln headed together, Lincoln about to break off towards his room, Lisa suddenly appeared out of nowhere right in front of them, Lincoln jumping high up from shock, Luna screeching momentarily.

"HOLY DOGSHIIT! LISA? DON'T FREAK US OUT LIKE THAT LITTLE SCIENCE SIS!" Luna roared out. Lincoln fainted on his clothing momentarily, before shaking himself back up and picking his clothes up.

"Holy crudstones Lisa! That's Lucy's thing!" Lincoln panted.

"My apologizes fellow siblings. I was testing out a new cloaking device; I've got several metamaterial samples that are capable of bending the light around them completely, but I was just performing another experiment on some of the more extreme parts of the electromagnetic spectrum."

"...uhhh...what dude?" Luna asked perplexed, Lincoln somewhat catching on to what Lisa meant from a science fiction angle.

"Huuuhh...never mind. Also, did you two happen to approve of your gifts?" Lisa asked with a rather reserved but subtly visible, overconfident smile. Luna was holding back the urge to throttle the little know-it-all with all her might, putting on a fake "good vibe" smile; Lincoln could detect the violent electricity sparking off Luna.

"We did Lisa; thank you very much by the way," Lincoln said with a smile, Luna smiling herself with her teeth scrapping against one another.

"Yeah dude...we really appreciate what you did to...I mean, for us," Luna partly growled out.

"Hmmmm...what did you think of the gifts per chance? Luna? It took an inordinate long time to design your gift to some specifications, as did yours Lincoln."

"OH! My pictures! How did you find my trashed photos and all that lost home video Lisa? I thought once that stuff gets trashed, it's gone forever."

"...I have my ways. Upon reflection Lincoln, I was one of, if not, the main orchestrator behind the sister fight protocol, and after...recent events, I felt I owed you an apology and peace offering proportional to the magnitude of how detrimental and calamitous the protocol turned out. Ergo, your giant monster diorama and your memories, as a peace offering."

"And I greatly appreciate it Lisa. Thank you very much," Lincoln said with a chipper smile, eyes closed, his classic buck tooth appearance on show. He wrapped Lisa in a quick, tight hug. It made Luna feel angry that they were sweeping this under the rug, what Lisa may have caused her to do to Lincoln...so Luna took the moment to probe since the little scientist was here.

"Hey, Lisa? Dude?"

"Yes Luna?"

"Did you wanna do extra experiments on Lincoln and I?"

"...on all my siblings due to my menagerie of ideas, indeed I do, but alas, I'm unable to, per my agreement with mom, dad and the rest of our siblings, including you both."

"Oh...interesting," Luna trailed off. Lincoln's body went stiff, nervousness overtaking him. He tried to shake his head as coyly but visibly to Luna as humanly possible; Luna continued.

"So...those gifts ya gave us...how come they sprayed us little dude?" Luna asked in an expressionless tone, Lisa's eyes widening slightly. Lincoln was just petrified in his stance.

"Hmm...sprayed, you say Luna? I don't know what you mean," Lisa said softly.

Luna felt a rush of rage course through her veins suddenly.

"I'M TALKIN ABOUT THE DAMN CRAP YOU PUT IN OUR GIFTS LISA! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?" Luna roared out, Lisa still maintaining her aloof, unemotional face. Lincoln felt himself sink back a bit from the action.

"Oh boy...Lisa's gonna get it now...crap," Lincoln thought. As pissed as he was at Lisa, he still didn't want any conflict arising out of this situation.

"...hmmm...let me think...I did have some H2O mist sprayers...oh...Oh! I know what happened," Lisa said with more explanatory animation, "...ahh, yes...that's it."

"Uhhh...what dude?"Luna asked with a tinge of annoyed curiosity.

"I was in such a hurry getting your gifts engineered Luna...I may have accidently incorporated my spare miniature H2O mist sprayers into the design by accident. Whoopsie me, my scatterbrained mind may have just overtaken my typical rational faculties. My sincere apologizes," Lisa said with a minor little smile, knowing full well behind this calm, engaged façade she was lying her ass off.

"...so...what sprayed me and bro...that was water?" Luna asked with a cocked expression.

"Correct Luna."

"...so, no other funky, wacked out or gnarly chemicals?"

"Indeed Luna. You just got coated by a mist of water vapor, you as well Lincoln. Nothing to worry about."

"And the colors?"

"Hmm Luna?"

"The colors...Lincoln's spray was orange, mine was purple. Why was the water mist that color?"

"Huh...I suppose that has to do with the residual container seeping non-toxic coloring off the interior sides. The containers the water was contained in were, admittedly, my worst design yet. If you'd like, I will most certainly ensure that those mist sprayers are removed from your gifts."

Lisa calmly walked over to Luna and Luan's room. Lincoln was about to run over and stop her, but Luna grabbed his hand.

"Luna!?" Lincoln whispered.

"Ssshhh...if we flip out, she might suspect something; just let her get them. We cleaned up pretty good."

"...dang it. This is not good Luna."

"I know...just keep your lax vibe bro."

"Says the girl who yelled at our genius seven year old sister," Lincoln huffed. Luna elbowed him in the shoulder as they gave each other looks.

"I'm kinda wondering why you didn't react like I did though dude. Back in our room after getting squirted on by that mist; you said I got a double full-blast, so I guess I took the brunt."

"Yeah...I mean, I had something happen in me Luna, some weird clicks, but it wasn't like you."

"Jesus...thank god; I'm not ready to get my cherry popped by something that big yet."

"...for Pete's sake Luna," Lincoln huffed in his laundry pile, Luna giving a sly little smirk.

Moments later, Lisa popped out of Luna's room, using some kind of force field to carry Luna's guitar and Lincoln's kaiju diorama with virtually no effort. Lincoln was impressed with this new little device, as was Luna secretly even though she was still pissed off beyond belief at Lisa.

"Oh, this? Zero point energy. I can hold and carry anything I like. Anyhow, I'll just take those misting devices out, and your gifts should be primed and ready."

"Oh...okay, thanks Lisa," Lincoln huffed out conservatively.

"You're welcome brother, and again, my apologizes for not articulating that extra design feature...a flaw and oversight on my part. However... you two wouldn't have happen to have had...an intense reaction to the mist, per chance?"

Luna and Lincoln's bodies went numb in fear.

"Because...there is the zero point zero zero zero zero one percent probability I made a mistake in what substances I used in that container. I happened to notice the rather humid, dare I say...hot and heavy nature of your room. Perspiration levels and body heat seem unusually elevated from peripheral analysis of your persons."

"Oh sweet fucking shit," Luna and Lincoln mumbled quietly into their piles of sensually drenched laundry.

"Lincoln? Luna? Should I be aware of any possible reactions you may have had with the mist? Any...psychological and/or physiological reactions at all?" Lisa asked gingerly, as though she was purposely probing Lincoln and Luna.

Lincoln and Luna just smiled nervously through their teeth and shook their heads, each mumbling awkwardly no.

"Hmm...good. I just had this funny feeling...in some unforseen mishap, I may have exposed you two to a highly invasive and suggestive set of chemicals that could have compelled some things to happen...that would be a contrived hoot, don't you think."

"Hahahah...funny! Yup!" Lincoln nervously laughed, Luna giving a slight forced chuckle herself.

"So, I'll work on those alterations; should be done in half an hour."

"Alright...sorry about the freak out little dude; just tryin to not grow an pair of tentacles on my toes, ya know?"

"Huhhh...indeed...what a horrid day that was for all of you," Lisa sighed, shaking her head.

"Just...ya know, remember to ask us if ya want to try any of your experiments, alright Lisa?"

"As I've strived for and maintained in my personal bioethics policy Luna; you have my word."

"Sweet... thank you Lisa," Luna said weakly, before Lisa nodded, and headed towards her room, closing the door.

"...lying manipulative little...Lincoln, I don't trust her," Luna harshly whispered in Lincoln's ear.

"Yeah, I know what ya mean Luna."

"That wasn't some fluke deal from her; she's up to something."

"You think it has something to do with us?" Lincoln asked in concern, arching his hand over to Luna's for support. Luna smiled and grabbed it.

"We just need to be really, really careful bro."

"Agreed. On our toes, one step at a time, right Luna?"

"Right on dude...hang back in your room for a moment; I'll be up; we need to talk about something."

"Okeydokey Luna."

Luna headed down stairs with her pile of soaked laundry while Lincoln went to his room, still holding onto his. As he was about to close his door, his foot caught something, causing him to fall forwards face first into his pile of clothing and towels.

"Ow! What the heck was that?" Lincoln groaned out, pulling himself up. One article of clothing that seemed to partly adhere to his face...was his boxers.

"Oh gosh darn it! Great! Now I got my stuff on me!"

Lincoln quickly shut his door and locked it, ripping his boxers off his face. Lily and Lisa's door however was just cracked enough, and Lisa was keeping watch like a hawk the whole sequence.

"Ahhh, so predictable brother. Although I hadn't expect you to get some of your own sample on your face, but...the situation is pretty deranged as it is. Now...just have to hope Lincoln leaves his laundry and room for a few minutes...uninterrupted time to collect that sample...gosh darn it that's gross! The things I do for kinship."

Lincoln, after slamming the door and locking it, looked down at what it was; his family picture, the one he flipped around the night he left on his personal night-out.

"Oh...how'd you get down here," he mumbled to himself, methodically aligning it back up, showing his whole happy family all together as they were three years ago.

"Man...time flies by way too damn quick. Never would have thought that I'd be in love like this with you Luna...or...maybe be into what ya did back there in your bedroom in that crazed state of yours...dominating me like that..."

Lincoln ruminated for a moment, before feeling a trickle of his own bodily fluids dripping down his cheek.

"Huh...the times I did masturbate, I just let it go sort of...everywhere, then cleaned it, or just did it in a tissue or sock, or my boxers...I...I wonder," Lincoln thought in reservations, some ideas trickling past him.

"Well...I've crossed so many lines already, and this one isn't nearly as bad. Besides...it's my body, I should know certain things about it."

Lincoln wiped his ejaculate off his cheek onto his finger, and took a momentary wiff.

"Hmmmmm...smells...like vanilla a little...and a bit like the hot tub...guess it's all those creamers I've been drinking and our night last night. I wonder..."

Lincoln took a deep breath, before putting his finger in his mouth, tasting his own fluids.

"Hmmm...gooey, not as bad as I thought. I had some on my face last night when I creamed on Luna and made out with her, but I was so drunk off of the situation I didn't even really notice my own load in my mouth. So...that's what my stuff tastes like...interesting."

Lincoln felt a little weird doing this, but inclined himself to try and ignore these nagging thoughts, and instead try to relax.

He threw his laundry in his pile in the corner, carefully ensuring the most damning of his and Luna's fluids where centered towards the interior bottom of the pile, wrapped in on themselves multiple times. He took off his jeans, still not wearing boxers, and threw some on, then changed his shirt to a clean orange polo, and landed on his bed. He pulled a comic tucked under the side covers and began reading, delighting in the new Ace Savy comic he got while the family was out getting groceries.

Many minutes later Luna finally came back up, still eyeing Lisa's slightly cracked door.

"...gotta keep an eye on her," Luna mumbled to herself, before knocking on Lincoln's door.

"Yo bro! Wassup?"

"Hold on a sec."

Lincoln shimmed over to the door, almost stubbing his toe again at the foot of his bed. He opened it up, seeing Luna in some new clothing as well; a purple and white tank top, her earrings she use to wear when she was younger back in, and stretchy medium-washed bootcut jeans.

"Huh...she changed her clothing again...girls," he thought whimsically.

Lincoln gave her a little smile, to which she blew him a kiss, before she closed the door behind her. Lincoln hoped back on his bed, curling his legs as he readied his mind to multitask between reading his comic and listening Luna out as she stood against his dresser.

"So...dude, can we rap for a moment?"

"Sure, but I thought ya liked to rock," Lincoln said, smirking a little.

"Haha, like haven't heard that one bro, but, in all seriousness...we gotta be real cool for now on."

"Yeah, I know Luna."

"I mean, seriously Lincoln. I...I don't ever want to do that to you again."

"I know Luna. You don't need to keep beating yourself up."

"...I...I feel like I owe you big time for taking everything I dished out on ya...you sure you don't want my anal virginity dude?"

"...what? That again?" Lincoln asked, his face once again drooped in shock.

"I mean, I clean up really well Lincoln, and we'd still be virgins...to an extent."

"...like I said Luna, I'll think about it. For now, I just want you to feel good about yourself," Lincoln said gingerly, putting his comic on the carpet and padding the spot on his bed for her.

"Come lay with me Luna; just, ya know, hang and relax."

"Awwww...you're so conscientious dude."

Luna crawled onto Lincoln's bed, Lincoln scooting towards the wall while Luna took his spot. There wasn't a lot of room, so their bodies were wedged together tight. And they loved it.

"Dude...you rock my world, ya know that?"

"You only tell me like a thousand times Luna."

"I mean it. I've...had crushes and relationships before...but, I dunno...the feelings I feel for you bro...that...that gut punch, how fluttery I get with ya bro...you're a whole other level."

"...I dunno how to compete with your articulations Luna...let's see...you are one of the coolest, sexiest, most awesome-voiced girls I know. I know you, I love doing a lot of things with you. I mean, heck, I think certain strange, tiny feelings popped into me when I was trying to make you feel better about that Sam guy that broke up with you too. You didn't deserve that, at all, especially from an asshole like that."

"Oh...yeah...Sam...that guy," Luna trailed off, her mind feeling guilty about a detail she purposefully did not reveal to her family; one of her strongest crushes years ago, before she gravitated and fell head over heels for Lincoln...Sam was a girl.

"...fuck...I never did tell ya guys that whole deal," Luna thought in her head. Not only did she not tell Lincoln and the entire family, but she knowingly glossed and fibbed this minor detail to Luan last night when they were talking about their sexual orientations and first kisses.

"Dude...that ain't chill of me; my first real passionate kiss with anyone...was with Sam...I should have been honest with Luan at least cause of her deal with Maggie...and I need to be completely honest with Lincoln about that whole time in my life...it's not fair to him."

While they were staying silent, cuddled into one another, Lincoln was just relaxing his head on her chest, feeling and listening to her heart.

"This is the best beat you'll ever make Luna, ever," he thought to himself, closing his eyes and getting lost in the aura and vibe his older sister generated that he found so awe-inspiring and sublime.

"Luna...I love you so much, my rocker gal," Lincoln said as he wrapped her into a tight embrace.

Luna turned to him, smiling and pulled one of his hands up to her cheek, then kissed it.

"And I love you too, my widdle white-haired dew," Luna said in a squeaky voice. Lincoln then leaned his head and started to kiss her very gently. Luna did the same, but let Lincoln lead on this exchange; she lead enough today.

"Hmm...Lincoln...Lincoln?" Luna mumbled out.

"Yeah Luna," Lincoln whispered in her mouth.

"Lincoln...this may be weird for me to ask...but...please don't leave me."

"What? Why the hell would I ever-"

"Please...please, just promise me Lincoln. Promise I'm not...just some phase...please?" Luna seemed to whimper out sensitively. Lincoln felt her voice wobble sincerely from her request, and saw her eyes getting glossy.

"Luna...you're not some phase; you are the pinnacle in my life."

"Lincoln," Luna choked out with a happy smile, a few tears rolling out of her eyes.

"And I'll never, ever leave you, no matter if you're my sister or girlfriend...actually...screw that label."

"Huuuuh...what?" Luna asked perplexed.

"Luna, let's be partners, the next best thing after being married...we can't really marry each other, but...I so wanna be; the least we can do is devote ourselves to one another. What do you say?"

Luna's heart leapt high. She nearly gagged from how invested Lincoln wanted to become with her, and only her.

"He's...he's never going to abandon me...Lincoln," Luna thought so happily, feeling another level in their relationship unfold...but not all the way. There was still the honest truth of her prior relationships and her own bubbling sexuality she had to get across and spill for him.

"I owe you that bro," she thought, breathing heavily, before she decided to spill her guts on this matter.

"Lincoln...I wanna be partners with ya, more than anything...but you need to hear a few things about me first, things I think you might subtly know already, but...I want you to know me bro...dude...can ya dig that?"

"Always Luna," Lincoln said with a chipper smile. Looking over Luna's form sent shivers of intense, nervous pleasure, as though he was looking at Luna as more than just a sister again...something...romantic and...sensual.

"So...about my other flings...the one with Sa-"

Then something happened.

Lincoln felt his body suddenly and violently jerk hard as he groaned out in severe pain.

"Whoa dude! You good?"

"Holy...yeah...yeah I...OOOOWW...AAAAaaaaaa...oh shit...OH SHIT!"

"LINCOLN!? WHAT'S WRONG DUDE!?"

"LUNA, THAT STUFF...I THINK IT'S STARTING TO KICK IN! THAT SPRAY!"

"YOU GOT HIT IN THE FACE TOO?"

"ON MY ARM! FUCK! FUCK LUNA! MY SKIN MUST HAVE ABSORBED IT! IT'S JUST STARTING TO TAKE EFFECT! SHIT! SHIT! GET OUT OF HERE! RUN!"

"...no...I'm going to be here for you bro! You were for me!" Luna cried out softly. Lincoln, wide-eyed, started drooling and looking like a savage animal at her, Luna a bit uneasy from Lincoln's carnal stare. He tried taking his eyes off Luna...it wasn't working.

"LUNA! I CAN'T TRUST MYSELF! OH...OH BOY! OH MAN! GO! PLEASE!"

"NO DUDE! TOGETHER FOREVER!"

"DAMN IT LUNA!" Lincoln roared out, jumping out of his spot on the bed and trying to retain a composed, standing figure; his body was becoming a quaking earthquake, an astronomical firecracker, brimming in a rapid onset of burning, bent-up sexual intensity ready to ravage the closest thing...Luna was the closest.

"...I, I RRROOOAAAAUUURRRR!"

Lincoln forcibly stumbled from Luna's direction, and suddenly rammed himself into his dresser, gripping the sides and started humping into it over and over, warping and cracking the wooden frame and making the polished timber splinter under him.

"Whoa...holy Led Zeppelin dude," Luna mumbled, blushing from Lincoln's frenetic pace.

"Shit...SHIT! IT'S NOT WORKING!" Lincoln roared out, knocking nearly everything off, his robot, books, comics, magazines, miscellaneous items, a whole slew of things as the wall behind the dresser trembled and thudded.

Lincoln left the dresser, his eyes now even more possessed, his sweating and forced, heavy breathing extremely alarming to Luna. She tried to grab Lincoln; he shook loose.

"I CAN'T RISK IT LUNA! AAARRRHH!"

Lincoln looked over his bed for a split second, then ripped the covers and pillows off, picking up his mattress and forcibly rolling it into a curled, tall roll, much taller than him.

"Jesus dude! How'd ya do that?" Luna asked in a surprised stutter, now understanding what Lincoln was briskly thinking in his horned up state. He wrapped his arms around it, picked up the whole rolled mattress and started upwardly smashing into it as hard as he could, making the presumably solid, strong mattress in its curled state flex and wobble fiercely and disturbingly, like a piece of licorice wiggling back and forth.

"Lincoln...dude...that...that standing reverse sex position...with that mattress...I didn't know you had it in ya bro," Luna huffed silently to herself, feeling submissive to him all of a sudden. She could hear him mumble and growl out the words, "Luna" in his upward thrusting, before digging his head into the mattress and roaring his heart out. Luna could see a huge bulge in his jeans protruding down, a bit bigger and fuller than usual.

Luna nearly drooled from the site; as horrific a sight this was, she understood Lincoln was trying with all his might to redirect his induced sexual rage on every inanimate thing but Luna.

"So...so rad. That's so Metallica that he's imagining me man, but, maybe...maybe I can help him a bit," Luna thought. He was dry-smashing into his mattress harder and harder, never loosing pace. As a matter of fact, his pace quickened and got even more unbridled and brutal; he was unconsciously ripping chunks of his mattress to shreds with his mouth, drool and slobber going all over himself and the chunks falling all over the place.

"Jesus fuck Lincoln, glad that ain't me bro. However dude...I...I might be able to help ya," Luna said gingerly, "you helped me...you let me get it out, it's only fair Linc."

Luna slowly approached the tranced, sexual monstrosity that was Lincoln. She saw his major member trying in vain to puncture upwards into the rolled mattress out of his jeans.

"I...let me try this," Luna mumbled, getting low on the ground, hovering under Lincoln and caressing Lincoln's member underside. Lincoln suddenly let out an unholy growl.

"Ya, ya like that bro? I'll do more," Luna huffed out nervously, using both her hands to rub Lincoln's member more firmly as he smashed it into the mattress harder and harder.

"Jesus dude, super duper glad that ain't me right now; I ain't ready to get tore up like that yet...yet," Luna said with a major blush. For some reason, deep, deep inside her, she wished Lincoln was doing this to her, being torn up by him. But she knew that Lincoln wanted to keep their V-cards for longer.

"Ya know what bro? I bet ya want to lose our V-cards on your eighteenth birthday; I so, so hope that's what you want," Luna moaned conservatively, feeling some of Lincoln's viscous drool drop onto her face.

"Huh...spit money-shot, so that's what I did to Linc...pretty hot," Luna thought with a tiny smile.

Lincoln then threw the rolled mattress onto the frame of his bare bed harshly, it spontaneously unrolling in its proper shape, just torn and shredded...then looked down at Luna below him.

"Uhh...herdi verdi?" Luna quickly squeaked comically with a nervous smile like the time the family tried to kick their annoying habits, before Lincoln violently threw Luna onto his bed. Luna screeched a bit in fear by how strong and forceful Lincoln got. It disturbed her a bit.

"Holy fuck, was I like this dude?" Luna asked in concern, fear slowly trickling in her as Lincoln just breathed heavily in and out, leaning his head down; the angle made his white hair droop a bit, concealing his face; it was hot, sweaty, with a tinge of the manic, sexual annihilation still coursing through his aura.

"Oh fuck...he...he might actually take our virginities...LINCOLN!"

Lincoln just menacingly crawled over Luna, his eyes lost in venereal lust.

"Bro...if ya gotta do what ya gotta do, I won't stop ya...just...please...be gentle," Luna whimpered, feeling ready to take whatever Lincoln was about to unleash; it was possibly going to be what she did to him, but somehow magnified even more given how violent his reaction seemed to be.

He breathed heavy, husky bursts of hot, humid air onto Luna's face, looking into Luna's face with lost, depraved eyes.

"Lincoln...I love you," Luna cried silently.

Lincoln's savage, depraved eyes disappeared for a moment, as he quivered and quacked in his erratic breaths. Luna realized her actual brother came to for a moment.

"L...Luna...I...I lov...love...I love you...NO! I CAN'T DO THIS!" Lincoln roared at himself, catapulting into the wall behind him with the red Amazing Space poster. He started to grind and smash into that wall, rubbing his junk hard and excessively into it.

"LINCOLN!" Luna cried out, seeing her brother try desperately in vain to redirect his raging hormonal imbalance.

"BRO! LET...let me do something for ya. You need my help."

"I...I CAN'T RISK IT LUNA! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO RISK HURTING YOU!"

"Awwwwww, you're so sweet Linc," Luna squeaked out, giggling a bit from Lincoln's trickle of concern while he was effectively trying to put a hole through his wall.

"GOD DAMN IT! THIS IS BULL! I JUST WANTED TO ENJOY SOME GIFTS WITH MY SISTER, AND WE GET FUCKED OVER BY A STUPID SCIE...wait," Lincoln huffed out, still humping erratically into the wall. He stood on his tippy toes and frantically looked out the window.

"Come one, come one! COME ON! PLEASE BE...THERE IT IS! OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

"DUDE?"

"BOOTS!" Lincoln yelled, running over and awkwardly forcing his sweaty feet into a pair of grungy old boots, tying the knots as quick as he could fumble through.

"Uhhhh...ya sure you don't wanna wear socks with those dude? They look like bad vibe harbingers of athlete's foot."

Lincoln just finished up, cracked his neck and back, leaned in for a quick kiss to Luna, then said, "Don't follow me; I think I can axe enough of Mr. Grouse's logs to get the...OHHHH FUCK! GOTTA GO! LOVE YOU!"

And like that, Lincoln took off like a bullet, running as fast as he could, leaving Luna alone in his trashed room.

"Huuuhh...I, I guess Lincoln's got it under control... I think. Wish I could of," Luna thought with a tinge of guilt.

"Hey, ya know what? The least I can do is clean his room up for him."

She looked around at the chaos and devastation he left in his wake.

"...dang it. This is gonna take a while. I'm a let him deal with his...personal items...yeah, I ain't touching that laundry."

"Success," Lisa screeched quietly from using multiple pieces of enhanced hearing devices poking out of her room, unknown to the rocker gal now working on his room.

---

As Luna started picking up and reorganizing his room, Lisa still watching secretly the happenings around her, Lincoln ran full blast through the house, out the kitchen, then jumped the chain fence into to Mr. Grouse's backyard. He threw off the blue tarp, it floating down comically into a neatly folded bundle, put on a pair of gloves next to the stump, pulled out the axe sticking out of the stump's center, and started going to town chopping up firewood log after firewood log.

"NICE FORM LOUD!" Mr. Grouse yelled out from his window in a jokingly similar way he's always made fun of the Louds, though this was in jest.

"Nah, I'm kiddin Lincoln. Doin pretty...hey! Why ya choppin so fast and violent-like? Ya get in another argument with your sisters again?"

"NO! NEED TO BURN SOME ENERGY IS ALL!"

"Oh...uh...carry on then," Mr. Grouse loudly mumbled. He saw on the Loud residence front lawn Rita surrounded by Lola, Lana and Lily, with Lynn Sr screaming back on that little saucer device from down the road, looking like he got into one hell of a scrap with someone, but with a slight smirk on his face.

"Ehh, potato man must a chased down and kicked the ass of that ass that almost ran over his little football-girl; good on him."

Mr. Grouse gave a delighted little smile as Lynn Sr's daughters and wife crowded around him in loving admiration for their paternal protector, then around the backyard Lynn was pushing her sled in the direction where Lincoln jumped the fence.

Then some noises came about.

"Eh, what the heck?" Mr. Grouse grumbled, before using what remaining hearing ability he had in his ears to find the source of the noises; they were coming from Lincoln himself.

"What in tarnation is that boy mumbling!?" Mr. Grouse complained. He was about to shout out to Lincoln to quiet down...before he saw Lincoln's facial expression.

"Whoa...Jesus...HOLY HECK! Looks like a case of puberty's hittin him hard."

Lincoln, for every piece of firewood he axed, seemed to give out a little moan of sensual satisfaction, as though he was releasing the pheromone-induced sexual rage boiling in him in each of his channeled swings of unbridled timber-slicing passion.

"Uhhhh...I ain't dealing with this; hard pass," Mr. Grouse grumbled with a plain, taken-back face, slowly inching back to the confines of his home and closing his window, then locking his doors. He then put on a pair of comically huge headphones on, plugged them into his IPod, then walked away from the sites.

"That's a big tall glass of nope," he mumbled, before disappearing into his basement, locking the doors. He could still faintly hear Lincoln getting louder and louder.

"Oh great. NOW my damn ears work. MORE VOLUME!" Mr. Grouse roared at this IPod, before slamming his basement door shut.

Meanwhile on the surface, Lynn Sr, Rita, Lily, Lola and Lana were just beginning to hear Lincoln's vocalizations. They looked over as a group, the girls obviously looking discomforted by their older brother looking so enraged, possessed and violently fixated in a trance.

"Kids, inside, now," Rita huffed, Lily, Lola and Lana looking at Lincoln in concern, but listening to their mother.

"Mommy, is Lincy gonna be okay?" Lily asked delicately.

"Of course he is sweetie! He just...needs some alone time with his activity."

Lynn Sr, just coming down from the high of apparently doing whatever he did, just shook his head in bewilderment.

"I knew I should have given him the talk sooner," Lynn Sr mumbled into his hand.

"Come on Lynn! He's getting exercise...rather unconventionally I admit, but...why is he grunting like that?"

"...ya think he sexualized cutting firewood?" Lynn Sr whispered in concern to Rita.

"...no...no, not our little boy!"

"Let's just let him work this out. I'll talk to him later, okay Rita?"

"...good lord," Rita huffed. She looked for Lynn Jr; she was still gelled in pushing her sledman, circling around the house again.

"She's so focused on that she can't hear him, that's good; I sure hope Lincoln is only just getting a good workout...and not making it more than it is," Rita groaned out, before they heard Lincoln growl-moan even louder.

"...alright, inside! We'll deal with this later," Lynn Sr mumbled, now really not looking forward to...the talk, after seeing and hearing Lincoln seem to get a little too invested into cutting Mr. Grouse's firewood.

"Kids! How would you all like to watch a really, really loud movie?" Lynn Sr asked to the three little blondes. They all smiled big.

"PERFECT!" Lynn Sr shouted, punching the air, "what are we gonna watch everyone!?"

With the family turning on the digital surround sound system full blast to hopefully drown out the sounds of Lincoln's trance-like sexualized energy burning, Lynn was still pushing the sledman around the circular indentation in the yard, going much slower, now relaxing in the recesses of her mind, going over various plays she and her coaches made.

"Francisco and Jeff better remember those," she mumbled to herself, "those plays are so kick ass! No excuses for not getting past those linebackers on that good-for-nothing team!"

Passing through the curved indentation she made near Mr. Grouse's chain fence, she heard some rather intense wood chopping and sensual vocalizations.

"What the heck?" Lynn mumbled, peering her head over the sledman to find the source.

Looking to Mr. Grouse's yard, she saw Lincoln brutally axing firewood chunk after firewood chunk with a hypnotic, erotic stare in his eyes.

"...Lincoln?" Lynn squeaked, before Lincoln suddenly growled out with carnal rage and downright savagery. Lynn's eyes went wide, her pulse skyrocketing from seeing Lincoln so...so unlike his usual self, so dominating, so powerful looking, so engrossed in the physical task at hand.

Lincoln, perspiring through his polo t-shirt, suddenly fumbled it off, revealing his hot, sweaty lean-muscled upper body, more tensed and trimmed than usual, his abs and chest bulging from the intense cardio of axe throw after axe throw.

Lynn blushed through her freckled cheeks brighter than a red neon sex light, and suddenly blasted a huge amount of blood out of her nose again, easily twice as much as before, covering her sledman, her already blood-coated jersey, her shorts, her helmet guard...it got everywhere.

"JESUS CHRIMINEY!" Lynn croaked out, feeling her whole body go limp, falling forwards into the sledman. Her legs buckled, crippled not by her intense workout, but from seeing Lincoln's flexing, abed form.

She wobbled and pulled herself back up, erratically inhaling and exhaling, blood coating her lips, chin and some in her mouth. Then a wave of tingling sensations encircled her body, rippling from her groin.

"Shit...SHIT!"

Lynn, with all the might she could muster, found her feet and ran as fast as she could to the nearest safe spot; the garage.

Slamming the door behind her, she wobbled to and fro in the once-temporary adobe of Lori Loud, some of her items still there; blankets and pillows mostly, but still packed with the family's miscellaneous items. She made the entire interior as dark as possible and locked all the doors and windows, except one; the window directly looking over Mr. Grouse's back yard.

"Li...Lincoln," she mumbled, partly closing the shades, but adjuring the window open, able to see him and hear him moan with each axing motion.

"Lincoln...WHY ARE YOU FUCKING TURNING ME ON SO BADLY RIGHT NOW!?"

She ripped her football helmet off, wiggled out of her shoulder pads, taking in the momentary relief of letting her now hot, heavy and clammy body cool momentarily, before another wave of sensual tingles pulsated from her womanly areas.

Lynn gripped the wall as best as she could, feeling utterly pathetic at what was happening to her...but also being turned on, as much as when bunny Lincoln floated in her imagination.

"Uhhh...oh...oh god damn it...FUCK!"

Lynn was sweating bullets now, and used a spare linen cloth to wipe some of her blood off her face, before pulling her shorts and boxers down, staring through the space of the window and began moaning into her hands with each of Lincoln's axing-stimulated moans.

"Uhh...oohh...jesus Lincoln...as...as much as I hate doing this... wanting to do things to ya doofus...GOD...OH FUCK! I WANT YOU TO SMASH ME MAN! FUCK I'M SICK! I'M FUCKED, BUT I SO, SO WANT IT!"

Lynn keeled over on her bottom, squirming and crossing her legs, trying to fight the urge to play with her curtains. Gasp after struggled gasp, she fell on her side, crying into her hands from her complete lack of bodily control of her feelings and self loathing from what she was so fixated on, especially with Lincoln so physically intimidating and sensually vocal.

"God damn you Lincoln...stop doing those sounds...STOP IT GOD DAMN IT! PLEASE!" Lynn begged in her mind, gasping and crying as her body felt more and more under Lincoln's indirect control.

Lynn rolled over again, and saw next to her an extra long body pillow, completely orange in color.

"...what are the fucking odds? SERIOUSLY! WHAT ARE THE FUCKING ODDS AN ORANGE BODY PILLOW...why universe? WHY ARE YOU TEMPTING ME?!"

She shook her head violently, trying to cancel out the surge of thoughts and cravings coming to her full blast...what she wanted to do to and with that pillow, the best immediate substitute to him.

Then the vocals of her brother stopped for a moment.

"Huuuhhh...did...did he stop?"

Lynn pulled herself up to peer outside the window.

Lincoln was quickly aligning a row of about twenty chunks of firewood.

"Oh fuck," Lynn hummed in her mouth. She could see this look of unstoppable determination in Lincoln's eyes, as though he was trying to prep for some grand climax.

Lincoln suddenly growled like a beast, then began axing like never before, moaning loudly with each sliced timber shredded off the main chunk.

"... I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Lynn roared out, ripping over the orange body pillow, pulling it into her body, and slamming her back against the interior garage wall. She made sure she had a good view of Lincoln.

"Ohhh...ouuuuhhhhhh...do it...do it Lincoln," she moaned out pathetically into the pillow as she kept her eyes on him.

Each thud of the blade of the axe rippled lowly, and Lynn kept pace...by humping into the long orange body pillow.

She quivered and whimpered harshly in the old fabrics, wrapping one leg around it, dropping an arm and using it to feel her extremely sensitive, rippling areas.

"AAHHH...jesus...fuckin a...Lincoln...aauuuhhh...Lincoln..."

She grinded faster and faster, heaving the whole body pillow in rocking motions against her body, trying with whatever reserve endurance she could muster to have it feel like it was Lincoln humping into her.

She started crying into it, torn from the absolute moral atrocity of what she was imagining, but she couldn't stop these feelings; they were all encompassing and stronger than she could even resist or retaliate from.

"AAUAUHHH...LINCOLN!" She screamed into the pillow, now making it really rub into her, harder and harder.

Lincoln himself was feeling the edge of his sexual rage reaching its pinnacle, thirteen chunks of firewood down; he didn't let up. Every swing and violent shock through his tense, sweating and nearly destroyed arms felt like he was having as close to actual sex with Luna as he would permit his mind. It was the only thing holding him back from running back into the house and ravaging her.

"AAHHHH...Luna!" Lincoln mumbled in his breath, before clearing to the last few firewood chunks.

"LINCOLN! AAAUUUHUHHUHUHUHUHUHHHHHHH!" Lynn cried out again, now finding herself smiling from the totally intoxicating imagination of Lincoln doing her.

"AHHH...LINCOLN! PLEASE! FUCK ME! OH GOD! I'M SORRY BUT PLEASE! I KNOW THIS IS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN...and...I'm ashamed...UUUUHUHHH...BUT I WANT YOU SO BAD LINCOLN! SO BAD IT HURTS ME!"

Lincoln was now on the edge, so close to hitting his terminal point; just a few chunks of firewood left.

He forcibly curled his toes and feet in his boots, anchoring and prepping to hit his pinnacle in violent reverberations, all the while Lynn still continued imagining Lincoln doing her against the garage wall with that same savagery and passion.

She flew her cleats off, rubbing her now sensitive, raw socked feet all over the lower part of the long orange pillow that bounced into her back and forth in her embrace, now more of a vice-grip, her forcibly thrusted into it, especially her gyrating groin.

She felt her eyes releasing even more tears into the fabric; she cried, conflicting emotions and expressions of happiness, self disgust, loathing, unbelievable pleasure, all hitting her like a ton of bricks at once. Lynn felt herself getting closer and closer, matching Lincoln's pace to a tee.

"UHHH! UUUUUUHHHHH! LINCOLN! THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS SO FUCKING WRONG BUT I...I...I CAN'T HELP IT! IT FEELS SO RIGHT!" Lynn screamed painfully yet lusciously in the bouncing head of the long orange pillow, muffling out some of the noise, Lincoln's exuberant vocals luckily taking full center stage. As loud as Lynn got, the filtering from the partly open garage window was nothing to Lincoln's unbelievable acoustics at the moment.

Then, on the very last chunk of firewood, Lincoln axed it with one last, powerful blow, before feeling himself blow apart, all his bent-up pheromone-induced sexual rage and tension releasing in one energetic, titanic orgasmic megatsunami.

He fell to his knees, echoing a neighborhood-rocking roaring moan of carnal delight. He collapsed backwards into the piles of chopped firewood, axe still gripped tightly in his hand, his whole body shaking and convulsing in eccentric pleasure, his pupils dilated to near nothingness.

When Lynn heard and saw Lincoln take off so intensely, this, the combined elements of his carnal roar of pleasure, her humping motions into and from the orange long pillow, the sensations raging and ruling her nerves, soul and being, her ravishing of her womanhood...it was too much for her to bear all at once.

"AAUUUH! AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH! LINCOLN! BRO! I, I...I'M CUMMING, I...I LOVE YOU LINCOLN! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUOHHHHHHH!"

Lynn fell forwards into the long pillow, marred and enfeebled by the most titanic orgasm she had ever experienced up to this point in her life, even more powerful than her private gourd time and her dream Lincoln, bunny Lincoln included. She felt herself ejaculate an ungodly amount of female cream all over herself and the lower part of the long pillow, gripping it hard between her limp, fatigued and debilitated legs. She rocked herself up and down in such screeching, gyrating motions that she lost all sight of reality, completely vulnerable, exposed, her body and mind laid bare to her surroundings should anyone force themselves into the Loud's garage.

"HHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!...eehhhhh...HUUUUH, I...I need to cut firewood with Lincoln," she huffed into the pillow, still stinging with the tingles of heavy, hot imaginative interactions.

She rolled onto her back, looking at the orange long pillow; it was virtually saturated, either from Lynn's drool, her tears, her pre-fluids, or the main event, her gigantic, lindor-white chocolate-smelling cream-gush that soaked herself and the carpeted part of the garage she was on.

"Je...jesus heck...how'd I do so much?"

Lynn leaned her body up; she felt extremely sore, and not the good kind of sore she was so accustomed to getting from her intense physical work outs; her abs were quivering, her arms, calf's, her ass even felt like she did a ton of squatting.

"Jesus Christ...how am I this sore?" Lynn mumbled to herself, amazed she felt this wobbly and tired out. She looked to her left; a big mirror was laying on its side, reflecting the image of her lying next to the huge long, orange body pillow; the one she imagined to be her brother, humped and creamed hard on.

She was shocked at her appearance.

Lynn was glowing red through her usual slightly tanned but freckle-covered body, sweating pools of her sweat, her eyes watery, helmet-haired with her pony tail, shorts and boxer underwear off, her clothing so utterly sweat-drenched. Looking at her face, she saw the streaks of blood from her nose still coursing her upper and lower lips, on her inner shirt.

"Holy fucking crudstones...I'm a frickin wreck," Lynn huffed to herself. She looked up and saw the window still adjured open. She pulled herself up pathetically and closed it with one forced motion. Leaning her head up a tad, she looked out, to see Lincoln still breathing and relaxing hard into the pile of firewood he chopped up so savagely, so much so that it crippled Lynn by how much it turned her on.

Lynn closed the blinds, collapsed back onto the ground, and now inched closer to the mirror image of herself staring back at her.

She was looking at herself point blank.

"...I really am a fucking wreck...Lynn...you're pathetic," she said to herself in the mirror, feeling disgust at herself.

"...you're sick...you sick fucking twisted monster...YOU'RE SICK!"

She winced, scowling at herself and feeling hot, angry tears at herself boiling out now.

"...HE'S YOUR LITTLE BROTHER YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" She shouted at the counter reflection, having a major battle with herself.

"Don't...don't look at me like that...FUCK YOU! YOU'RE A SICK TWISTED FREAK! YOU JUST CAME...I...I just came the hardest I ever came to the idea of my brother fucking me into the Earth's core...GOD DAMN IT!"

Lynn found some strength left, ran over to the orange long body pillow and started punching the daylights out of it.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GET SO SEXY!? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING NICE LINCOLN!? WHY THE FUCK DO I FIND THAT ATTRACTIVE!? WHY HAVE YOU BEEN THE ONLY GUY I FUCKING KNOW TO ACTUALLY TREAT ME LIKE A WOMAN!? AND FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU LINCOLN FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT YOU! FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

She choked out horrific sobs into the pillow, before hugging and cradling it in her arms; frightened at herself for doing that...pretending it was Lincoln she was physically assaulting.

"I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean it dude...but why do you have to be the one guy I feel the most for? Why?"

She barely held back a sob, before turning to look at the mirror again; now she thought she really looked pathetic.

"...YOU!" she roared at herself, running full speed, before looking at herself square at herself in the mirror.

"...YOU'RE A...FUCK YOU LYNN! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT WANNABE BROTHER FUCKER!" She screamed, before punching the mirror right into her face, causing the whole thing to shatter into hundreds of pieces.

She collapsed down on her knees, streams of tears trickling down her face. Under her fingers she saw something that really tore into her soul.

It was an old picture of when Lynn was nine years old, giving her seven year old white haired little brother Lincoln a piggy back ride through the park. She was looking up happily at him as he had his hands fisted in the air in joy from the ride she was giving him, with that classic, chipped tooth smile of his on full blast.

It all seemed so long ago... and yet, like yesterday in Lynn's mind.

The torrential inundation of childhood memories of her little brother took hold as she really digested the complete, raw ramifications of her urges and feelings coming to an even fuller bloom.

"...hhuhhh...I want Lincoln...my...brother...my little brother...I hate myself...so much."

---

Outside in the chopped pile of firewood, Lincoln felt his mind becoming his again, no longer slave to the vicious gridlock of sex-crazed frenetic carnal rage.

With his hand still firmly gripped on the axe, eyes closed as he recaptured his normal breathing rhythm, he wiggled back up slowly, still shaking from his physical ordeal.

He took an involuntary wiff of himself and the air around him; he smelled like chopped firewood, big time.

"Huh...heheh...worst smells out there I guess, like...," he paused, trying now to smell himself.

"Eck...yup...B.O is cranking full blast; I need a shower...but am I really better?"

Lincoln twirled his back, cracking any tiny bits of joints still tense. He eyed the axe lying on the ground.

"...no...sexual urges...I think. I think the worst has past me. So, if the worst that came about my reaction was a trashed room and some chopped up firewood, then I think I did pretty darn good in controlling myself," Lincoln said with a relieved huff, a tiny smile forming on his face, relieved that one thing at least went his way.

Only thing was now, half the neighborhood was staring at Lincoln from their windows; he could tell from their half-hearted mannerisms in trying to pretend they were looking at something else.

"...dang it. Now the whole street is gonna think I got some sexual kink for chopping wood...or worst, some depraved sexualized aspect of axing in general...double dang it. And I still gotta clean my room...triple dang it!"

"Actually I just cleaned up your room; what can I say, except...you're welcome...dude," an all too familiar voice called out in a satirical Disney melody.

"Luna?" Lincoln called out alertly and happily, seeing Luna walk over to him with two mugs of something in it.

"Here; this I think you're gonna love stud muffin," Luna said lowly, keeping quiet. She bent down and handed a purple mug to him, keeping the orange mug for herself.

"Huuuhh...pretty symbolic with those mugs, don't ya think?" Lincoln asked with a smirk.

"Blimey dude, don't read into it so much...you're spot on though mate," Luna said with a wink, "drink up. I hope ya like it; I made it myself...even though I can't cook for crap."

Lincoln gave a warm smile to her, before drinking the contents; it was white in color, vanilla in flavor, milky and creamy.

Lincoln downed the entire thing in just a few sips.

"Holy heck that was delicious Luna! Was that vanilla milk you made?"

"Something like that; used some regular milk, a ton of those French vanilla creamers, some vanilla extract...and an extra secret ingredient," Luna whispered, arching her brows sensually at him.

"Huh...what was it Luna?"

"...well, when I about finished your room, I peeked through your little window and saw you about to go through the last twenty big chunks of firewood...so...you did your thing...did a tiny but strong little one myself...and there's a little bit of my pleasure from seeing your pleasure going into you...catch what I mean dude?" Luna said with a wink.

"...you put some of your cum in my vanilla milk Luna?"

"...a smidge...why? Too weird? Raunchy? I step over a line bro?"

"...screw lines. We've crossed so many I don't even care anymore," Lincoln chortled with a laugh, before dropping down again and position some of the firewood logs to be a bit easier to lay against.

He licked his tongue and gave smiling thumbs up to Luna.

"Excellent concoction Ms. Loud. What's the secret to your success?" Lincoln asked in a satirical host-like voice.

"Lots of love, tenderness, vanilla extract...in truth, I just...came up with the idea."

"...HAHAhahaaaa! Luan would be so jealous of a dirty pun like that...creamy pleasure fluids? Well hell, I love it!"

"Good," Luna said with a giddy smile, herself now rocking back and forth, before twirling a spot into some logs next to Lincoln.

"This way we both smell like firewood dude."

"Cool, but what are you drinking? Not me of course, cause...I'm not creamy or milky."

"Nah dude; my throat's really sore from doing certain...things recently, so I got a smidge of Luan's tea; don't tell her, kay?"

"Okeydokey...what do I get in return?" Lincoln asked with a stinker face.

"...consensual anal?" Luna asked with a hushed voice. Lincoln just went wide-eyed, silent, flabbergasted and partly stiff.

"Yup, still got it!"

"Hahaha, funny rocker girl."

"So...you okay now dude?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think I am now."

"Cause bro...if you got some bent up stress in ya, let me know; we can do whatever ya want to get rid of it."

"Actually..." Lincoln trailed off, leaving Luna now more curious.

"What bro?"

"...wanna just lay back and look up at the grey skies above with me?"

"Gnarly dude. But I want ya to see your room in a few; get the all clear that it's good for you."

"Okay Luna...I...might need a hand," Lincoln said with a chuckle, before falling backwards onto his butt in the firewood chunk pile. He grasped for the axe, heading to the main stump it was usually wedged into.

"Whoa dude; didn't know you had it in you try and saw off another load," Luna said with a kinky smile, Lincoln giving a forced laugh while trying to hold back.

"Oh, and by the way Linc...here," Luna uttered in a distracted manner, before she pulled out one of Lincoln's orange polo shirts.

"You know me too well."

"I gotta, don't I? Sorry about it being smaller than usual; all your stuff is in your big pile of laundry and it ain't exactly clean-and-pressed, nor smelling ripe."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"No problem, but I'm gonna need something in return for all this that just happened. Ya really scared me back there...even though I'm not one to talk."

"What's that Luna?"

"...a little herdi verdi time dude? Hang out?"

"Deal."

"And also...I gotta finish my whole spiel for ya too."

"Huuuuh...okay. Hey, did I...freak the family out with my...sounds Luna?"

"...they're watching a movie with the surround sound on full blast, if that's what ya mean bro. I came out through the kitchen. Told em I'd check on ya."

"Figures...I freaked my whole family out thinking I got some sort of axe chopping fetish...quadruple dang it."

"Don't worry dude; just means you're gonna have a lot of stamina for when you're slicing into me, wink wink."

Lincoln blushed as Luna gave several winks, before she just patted him on his head, both now thankful this crazy afternoon seemed to be finally over.

"Good lord, if I had such a wacked out, strange day...what did Luan and Leni get themselves into? I gotta check up on them eventually. And hope Lori didn't murder them...well...maybe a couple broken arms wouldn't be the worst deal," Luna thought whimsically.

As Lincoln and Luna rested next to each other, a tiny red balloon with an attached manila folder bopped into Lincoln's nose. He looked backwards to see Mr. Grouse just hanging there momentarily.

"Oh! Mr. Grouse? I axed all that firewood like you asked-"

"I know Loud! There ya go!"

Lincoln looked inside the manila envelope.

"Huh...what the? Twenty bucks!? WOW! I musta done a real good job!" Lincoln said with a high fist bump in the air.

"Nah! I'm payin ya fifteen; bumpin it to twenty bucks; the extra five is yer word that you never EVER say or do things like that on my lawn ever again, GOT IT!?"Mr. Grouse shouted, before slamming his window. He looked from inside, pleased with the firewood chunks cut much smaller and in funny, uncoordinated shapes.

"Yeah...hhuuuhh, we got it Mr. Grouse," Lincoln and Luna said at the same time, this causing them to smile at each other.

"Rocknificent," Luna thought towards Lincoln, to which he thought at the same time to her, "my moon goddess."

They both wiggled up, still wobbly, weak, but now comfortable that their heads we back on straight and no longer at the whims to whatever Lisa may or may have not done to them.

Speaking of which...

---

As Lincoln and Luna were doing all of this, Lisa used her experimental cloaking device to sneak into Lincoln's room, the door locked of course, but nothing a little electromagneticism couldn't solve.

"Seriously; you would think they would learn by now that science is unstoppable, ehehhe."

As Lisa, still in cloaked form, observed Lincoln's room. She could tell it looked like it was just put back together in relative originality, but surficial features on the bed frame and his wood cabinet bore pretty intense scratches and scars.

She looked around, searching for Lincoln's laundry pile. She reflected on her methods.

"Goodness, I must have miscalculated the effects from skin absorption versus oral inhalation...I had not expected Lincoln's batch to generate that powerful a reaction; note to self, recalibrate male pheromone specified neurochemical potential. Now...for a little darkness," she huffed silently, turning off Lincoln's light and covering his small window, the only source of light now, with a black opaque cloth, virtually cloaking the entire room dark.

She flipped her advanced IPod open, and lit up an bright ultraviolet light, scorching the room in eerie neon colors.

Most of Lincoln's carpeted floor lit up, and what wasn't, had an inordinate number or oval blobs and spots.

"...dear god brother have you ever been busy in here...don't think about it Lisa...don't think about it."

Lisa placed several loose pieces of clothing on the ground, covering the highly illuminated oval shapes, spots and blotches that seemed to spatter and dominate the intense neon lightscape.

"I think I will need to do Lincoln another favor in the future and have some of these nanobots of mine clean his room; he could use it, otherwise if the family ever did this, Lincoln would be sprung out mercilessly in ridicule. A shame really, nothing wrong in his developing biological expulsions...that is, when it was just him, and not Luna involved...yuck!"

Lisa felt the odors of her elder siblings still wafting in the air uncomfortably around her.

"Bleh, unruly odors; a side effect I presume. Now, where are your dirty clothes Lincoln? No closet means you'd have to compartmentalize and optimize the space in your room to a tee...wait a sec...his bed?"

Lisa inched down, flashing the light, seeing a clear plastic container with a blue top, labeled "Lincoln's Laundry."

"...well...hello success; so very nice to see you," Lisa said with a big, rather unsettling smile.

---

Minutes later she popped out of Lincoln's bedroom with a large container, cloaking herself still and the contents as well.

She strolled with a happy stride, before she could hear some rather airy, uncomfortable breathing...from a dark corner.

"Hmm...no one's here. Must be my misperceived hearing and adrenaline caus-"

"Hello Lisa."

Lisa skyrocketed high up, still invisible ironically but she herself spooked beyond belief.

Lisa looked around; behind her was a completely lethargic, drained looking Lucy Loud, totally parched and shrunken in more than usual, drinking a large bottle of water with a tinge of red coloring.

Lucy appeared way too pale and skinny.

"Goodness gracious Lucy! You must learn to desist from frightening us all like that!"

Lucy just gave the faintest of smiles, before it waivered off. She stood her ground, weak and pathetic, but this...curiosity, a sense of absoluteness to ask some question...Lisa could feel it.

"Uhm...Lucy?"

"Lisa...I had a visit from Great Grandma Harriet."

"...wow, surprising. Did she find a way to verify her existence scientifically? Because if not, then I have no need for your anecdotal assertions."

"She told me something...at first, I was...angry...angry and determined...but now, cause of her, I know that, in your own way, you try and help us."

"...I think the lack of illumination in your life from our Sun is squelching your sanity Lucy."

"Great Grandma Harriet said...I should give you chance. Normally I wouldn't, but...I trust her. She also told me something...something you should hear," Lucy hiccupped in a pathetic, low, gangly tone.

"What is that my supernatural-loving older sister? How I should open my mind up? Cause I tend to keep an open mind to all things without having to lose my brain from falling out."

"She told me this; the road to hell is paved with good intentions. She...she and I...just want you to be weary of this quote, and reflect on it...whatever you do with your super science."

"I've already known of that quote long ago Lucy; I don't need to be reminded of it."

"...just please...keep that in mind when you do the science things you do; Otherwise unpleasant, horrific things in the future might come about."

"Understood Lucy. Now, would you like me to send electromagnetic spikes through these so called spirits you claim to make contact with?" Lisa said with a dry, rather blunt tone.

"...sigh...no...they're my friends."

"...indeed. Well, I suppose to each his...or her...own, in this case. In Either case, I have important work to do. Farewell sister," Lisa said with a relaxed tone, heading to her room and closing the door. It suddenly opened up quickly.

Then Lisa had a curious thought pop up.

"My invisibility tech is working full blast. How is it exactly you are able to see me Lucy?"

"...I could sense you. Your aura is cold, calculating, raw...but underneath I do sense some salvation in the things you do."

"Duly noted then."

"Any you do care, in your own way."

"As you do with your own mental way Lucy. Well, I wish you luck and recovery from whatever seemed to have stressed you out; your physical mannerisms are a give big away. Do you, per chance, need any emergency assistance?"

"No...I'm good Lisa...sigh...I just need more time to relax and rehydrate."

"Aw, indeed. Well...until later tonight Lucy."

"Until Lisa," Lucy huffed, seeing the younger super genius close her door.

"...for Lincoln and Luna...you would be wise to ensure you are noting going to damage either Lincoln or Luna...sigh...or I will make you pay for what you've done to them," Lucy said so quietly, but with such reserved hate and anger.

"For now...I need to sleep...but I wonder. How did I get this feeling I knew where Lisa was going and what she was about to do? It...it's strange. Surreal, but I want Lisa to succeed. I just don't want her to cause something really bad to happen to Luna or Lincoln...or any one of us with her inventions and make the effects even worst before...please Lisa, do not completely alter Lincoln's person too much. I love my brother and sister...sisters...and I need to think about that phrase more," she said with a sigh, before heading back into her room lazily, getting back in the covers, and let sleep taker her over again.

"I love my brother and sister...sisters...some of them...I may like...certain parts of them...just...just how much though?"

3:16 PM

After her little episode, Lynn finally collected herself and began cleaning up the mess she left in her wake. She looked at the garage one more time; she piled up the glass and puts the small pieces in a box. She then wiped up her mess with some spare towels, throwing them in a trash bag and tossing it in the garbage so no one would find her fluids by mistake.

Looking back to the long orange body pillow she creamed hard all over, now stained with those female spots and saturated completely, the smell was punget and powerful, candy-like and creamy. She figured there was no saving that pillow, and it did weird...things to her mind.

She could see it morph bunny ears, turn towards her and start forming Lincoln's face.

"Hi Lynn, wanna play bunny-rub?"

"...please...go away," Lynn huffed openly with a defeated face.

"Awww, come on Lynn," the Lincoln body pillow said, her eyes seeing it now slim down and start taking on Lincoln's physique...with bunny ears and feet where his normal ears and feet would go. Next his hands formed little paws, "you sure you don't wanna take a whack at me?"

"Lincoln...you're not really there. I'm just fucked up. I'm...I'm attracted to you...oh my god that sounds more disgusting out loud than I realize."

"Come on Lynn. I took a crack at you in your mind, right?" Bunny Lincoln said with a sultry tone, before he flipped upwards, before laying on his stomach and position his backside to Lynn. His white fluffy cotton tail puffed out of nowhere.

"Why not take a turn on me? Hop on Lynn. Feel good."

"...I feel like the biggest piece of shit of all time doofus. No way humping you is gonna make me feel better," Lynn huffed coldly as she walked away towards her cleats.

Then, in a moment of clarity, she sniffed the air.

"...OH MY GOD!" She yelled, throwing her hands over her mouth and nose.

"Jesus christ! Everyone is right! My feet do stink bad! Really bad!"

"I don't mind. I can be underfoot if you want," bunny Lincoln said with a wink, before lifting his legs up and wiggling his bunny toes at her. A tiny trickle of blood dribbled down Lynn's knows before she furiously wiped it off.

"...stop acting so fucking cute and sexy...you're not helping...and I can't keep wearing my sweating socks on me all day anymore...I need to get my feet cleaned up. They're right. They're frickin nasty smelling."

"Is this for yourself? The others? Or...or me?" Bunny Lincoln asked with an aloof, smiling blush towards Lynn.

"...for me, why the hell you care?"

"Get real Lynn, you're doing this so you'll make yourself more bearable to me, and eliminating your stinky feet is just a subconscious way to try that."

"...YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT LINCOLN!"

"Then why are you getting mad and defensive?"

"...go fuck yourself bro, seriously."

"I could...but I rather you do it...big sister."

Lynn just roared into her shoulder pads as she was pulling them up to her sides, wrapping the cleats and her jersey up.

"I'm waiting Lynn...cum."

"I...I already did Linc."

"I mean make me...you...you don't want to leave your little bro hanging, do you?"

"...get fucked Linc...I mean it!"

"And the only way that might happen is if you take the initiative and-"

"GOD DAMN IT! FUCK!" Lynn bellowed out, before angrily walking over to bunny Lincoln, him still wiggling his cotton tail bottom at her back and forth a bit.

Lynn dropped down hard viciously and with fury, grabbing the back of his neck with her teeth, and started to pound hard into the frame before her mind.

Bunny Lincoln moaned out several girlish moans, harder and harder as Lynn seemed tranced into doing this, getting angrier and angrier, more disgusted, until finally Bunny Lincoln groaned out with a squirming, submissive serious of high-pitched whimpers.

Lynn looked below; a gooey stained formed.

"Aaaaaauuuuhhhh...auauauoohhhhh...Lynn...you fuck like a dog," Lincoln said with a blushed, tired-out smirk, before Lynn could see bunny Lincoln disappear before her eyes, morphing back into the thing her mind tricked her into humping hard into.

The orange long body pillow.

"...I'm so...so beyond fucked up. That was all in my head...so...so fucked up."

Lynn kicked the pillow back into the tiny corner, hopeful the stains she made on it would either wither away or mold up, so it could be thrown out.

"I...wanna just go to bed...screw practicing today. I need my head back on straight. Anymore of this bullcrap and I'm gonna end up in a mental ward...all...al because I'm in love with my bro."

She sighed much like Lucy would, left the garage and locked it up, heading back inside the Loud house with an aura of defeat she never felt before.

Her reserve lost, her endurance lost...to the messed up side. She lost.

And she was very often a sore loser, and this situation magnified that feeling of losing so much worst.

As she entered the house, she saw most of the family, excluding Luna, Lincoln, Luan and Leni watching a movie on full blast. In the dining room though Lincoln and Luna were looking over Smooch and other British Rock CD's.

"Hmm...looks like fun...wish I can have some fun with ya bro. It might take my mind of ya...but I don't think it will."

She hobbled up the house, in her socks, her family all wincing their noses from the husky smell she had.

"Don't worry; I'm gonna take a shower and throw these clothes and socks in the shower."

The family couldn't believe Lynn was about to do this...and didn't question it. They all went to their respective tasks as Lynn sulked upstairs, still lost in the world of her bent up warped sexual tensions and ideas.

Lynn wiggled the door knob to her room, opening the door, seeing Lucy curled up in her bed, looking a bit unhealthy.

"Rough day for you too, huh? Don't blame ya little dark sis; my day hasn't been exactly...peachy either."

Lynn dropped her things on her side of the room, dropped herself on her bed, and ripped her socks off, feeling her tender feet.

"Yeah...yeah, I definitely gotta wash you guys. That smell's gnarly. Wonder how the hell Lucy puts up with it."

"Clothespins on my nose mostly," Lucy mumbled out lowly, Lynn hearing this and smiling a bit, reassured that Lucy was okay.

She decided to curl her socks in some of her other laundrey, then grabbed a towel and was heading out.

She paused, looking at the partly sleeping Lucy on her bed.

"Lucy...I wish I could tell you what's going on in my noggin; I'm not equipped to deal with this...I so wish I could ask you, but...you're so young, and probably not a fan of the idea of incest in our family...auh well...I could always join a Jamaican bobsledding team I guess...far away from Lincoln as possible."

As she began heading to take a much relieved, scent and odor-enhacing hot shower, down below a few knocks could be heard at the front door.

Luna was about to get up and get it, before Lincoln rushed up himself, assuring her with a look to relax and that he'd get it. Everyone else was still glued to the movie. He had to turn the stereo down, much to the whines and ire of his other family members.

He gave a grumpy look, before changing his demeanor and expression to a happy go-lucky face.

Opening the door with a smile on his face, he saw Luan and Leni standing at the front door.

"Hi Lincy!" Leni cooed out, giving him a big hug.

"Heh...hey Lincoln," Luan said with a nervous, sheepish tone. As they walked in, a small, stout, powerful looking old black man came to view, staring back at the house with a power emotional demeanor in his life.

"Oh, don't mind him Lincy; he's such a sweet old man. Says he might now you from somewhere."

"Uhhh...what?"

"Lincoln Loud?" The old man asked with a velvety clean, versed, forlorn, prepared voice.

"Uhm yes. Good afternoon!"

"Mr. Loud, may I come in? It's dreadful weather here."

"Of course you can. Please, have a..." Lincoln was about to say seat, but nearly all of them were gone.

"...dang it. Um, sir? Would you be okay at the dining table?"

"Gladly Lincoln," the old man said with a small smile, inching his coat off and leaving it on the racket. He walked like an old man on death bench but still rebellious to that. He sat across from the other side of Luna, her eyes closed and oblivious to the person sitting opposite one another.

"Good lord almighty, give me the power, sanctity and...patience...for what I'm about to reveal to these wonderful folk...especially that little boy Lincoln Loud. Mary? If this a sign, this is a sign I will honor," the old man thought, thinking what his former significant would do is she was here.

"May I get you a drink sir?" Lincoln asked nicely, before the old man wobble his head no.

"Young man?"

"Uh, yes sir?" Lincoln asked a bit nervously, thinking this might be some kind of counselor who was sneaking into the Loud voice...possibly try for Luna and himself.

"Li...Lincoln...th...I...I wanna thank you," the old black man said with a strong, worn by teary choke. Lincoln was flabbergasted, totally unsure what to say or think at all. Leni and Luan just came in, Luna was watching like a hawk, wondering what the hell this old man from out of the blue comes in talking weird stuff. Rita and Lynn Sr pause the TV and volune, heading to the dining room table themselves to see what this weird awkward moment was about.

"...uhm...sir? I...I don't think you got the right idea. This is the Loud's resifence."

"Oh no kid, I got the right address...right environment...you're the parents I presume?"

"Indeed we are, and well, as most his sisters in here can attest," Luan replied for everyone.

"Mr. and Mrs. Loud. I'm Rita, and this is my husband Lynn Sr. We're the parents off all these kids."

"...you gave birth to a sacred white-haired child you two."

"Huh?"

"Lincoln?" The old black man suddenly asked with focused eyes squared on Lincoln.

"Lincoln...I...I can never...ever...ever repay you for what you did...the pain and hurt...the...how horrible it must have been, but you were strong, your spirit...thank you eternally, and I pray for you Lincoln."

"I...I don't know what to say sir, except...thanks I guess?" Lincoln replied back with a kind smile.

"Whoa dude...I mean, sir, what's this all about?" Luna asked with a concerned, curious expression, walking over and standing next to Lincoln, being his watchdog in a way. Lynn Sr and Rita formed another blockade.

"I...I understand. I'm a stranger in your house. But Lincoln...I'll never forget, the whole family, my family will never forget, what you did for her."

"Uhm...sir? Can I ask about who you're talking about?" Lincoln asked with great trepidation, nervous almost to continue on. He felt this sense of dread in this weird, awkward discussion that just came about from him just answering the door. He wondered why Leni and Luan were not more engaged with this old black man. They seemed to take the side lines, Leni looking ditzy but concerned, unable presumably understand the finesse of the situation...but Luan had this curious look of dreading anticipation, as though her gut had a feeling for what was in store.

"Lincoln...it's about my wife...Mary...Mary Abraham Jemison...you made her last moments on Earth. I...I can never let you know how grateful I am for that."

And like that, a cyclone of memories suddenly rocked Lincoln's body like he had never felt before, his eyes and face going blank. Luna instantly picked up on this feeling, putting a hand on his shoulder. Rita and Lynn Sr saw his face morph to aloof contemplation...possibly his mind trying to hide while simultaneously wrestle with a fact it did not want to before. Luan grew concerned, the family in the living room looked over to see what was going on, even Leni seemed to have gotten perturbed from Lincoln's reaction.

"M...M...Ma...Mar...Mary..."

And Lincoln fell backwards in his chair, his mind caving in from the re-jogging of those horrific memories.

"LINCOLN!" Luna shouted out, her, Rita and Lynn Sr, Luan, Leni and the girls on the couch now assembling and scared, looking at their terrified, petrified looking brother on the ground, passed out in shock.

"Bro...Dude...Lincoln!" Luna begged as she wiggled him under her arms, trying to shake him up.

Lynn Sr suddenly looked on at the old black man with angry, sad eyes.

"Who are you? And what have you and your wife done to my son!?"

"...it's a sad...haunting unfortunate story Mr. Loud. Where should I start? Perhaps...maybe some clarification from me...from your son when he gets up, since I'm guessing he hasn't told you what he did for my wife during the tornadoes...and then the video footage."