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!

17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Barry's Tales, Videos, Visitations and Leveling

Fuzzy.

Grey and fuzzy.

It was windy, cool, and chilly. The sensations of activity, whatever it was, clouded and muddled the surround-sound landscape. The invisible walls heightened a humming sound, a low, deep humming, akin to a strong gale blowing your hair, flowing into your eardrums.

In this weird area, Lincoln wiggled his eyes open. He could see the interior realm of what he was in.

A shredded, trashed monorail, electrical wires sparking, plastic and metal bent and warped, the seats situated above him.

He tried thinking about what he was doing.

"I'm...leaning over, on my knees...my cheeks...why do they feel wet?" He thought curiously as he dabbed at them. They were hot, his eyes hot, his chest feeling strained, his throat tense and constricted.

Lincoln looked down; below him was a gasping, old black woman, coughing up a disturbing amount of blood. Her upper body was visible, but her lower body was smashed in and crushed under a semi-truck trailer that must have caved in through the monorail roof. It wasn't the roof though; the entire monorail was flipped over.

"OH MY GOD!" Lincoln screamed in his head in horror. For some reason he couldn't speak. He was seeing everything, hearing everything, but he wasn't saying the words that started to come out of his mouth.

He heard himself choking out a song, utterly randomly it seemed like.

"S...swing low...sweet chariot...Coming...for to carry me...home..."

"Why am I singing this?" Lincoln asked, himself quivering from how forlorn and sad he sounded to himself.

"Ya...doin fine sweetheart...keep goin," Lincoln heard the old black woman say in a tender voice, but he could tell...it was so low; the voice had fresh blood dripping off it as it was drowning away. Blood dribbled out of her mouth.

Worst of all...she was smiling at him, trying to distract him with whatever she could from the situation and make it seem like it was going to be okay.

"…s..swing low….sweet chariot…. Coming…. for to carry… me… home."

"…I'm a see ya Lincoln…no more tears please…"

"You're staying here Mary!" He heard himself sternly say to her, tear streaks going down harder and faster. Lincoln's chest ripped even harder at seeing this, like it was a case of déjà vu.

"…now…I'm a see the lord…and be with…my baby up there…now…"

"Mary?"

"MARY! NO! NOT AGAIN! I CAN'T SEE HER DIE TWICE! DON'T LET HER CLOSE HER EYES!" Lincoln screamed out at himself, neither the Lincoln interacting with her or May able to hear him.

"…carry…me… home…"

"Mary!"

"MARY! WAKE UP! PLEASE! DON'T DIE!...I hate this dream...but it's real...I HATE SEEING YOU DIE MARY! THAT'S ALL I SEE NOW!" Lincoln roared out in a sob again.

Then…no more air came from her…Mary's chest stopped moving...and Lincoln saw her eyes still open, but…her pupils grew larger…Mary's eyes dilated. As the Lincoln interacting with her and talking screamed for her, the one seeing all of this unfold, the real Lincoln, felt his body curl up, crying hard into whatever he was crying into. His knees, arms, whatever...he couldn't stop crying, see someone so nice and sweet die right in front of him.

"It's not fair...IT'S NOT FAIR! EVERYTIME I CAN'T DO A GOD DAMN THING!"

Lincoln heard his live self lament and scream for her to wake back up.

"She's...not going to...she's gone...I know...I've been through it already," he lowly whispered mid-sob.

Lincoln's live form anguished, crying out for this stranger fell, only to fall on deaf ears.

"Mary's gone Lincoln," he mumbled to himself, his other half not aware of him inside him, but now both were on the same page.

"…no…I….I'm sorry," the live Lincoln choked out in a watery cry over Mary's remaining form, tears falling on her white dress. Lincoln saw himself look into her eyes, delicately closing them with quivering fingers.

Lincoln then saw himself looking outside, seeing the hauntingly unsettling sight of a slim but violently spinning tornado winding around the opposite direction, before he looked upwards toward the warped metal floor that now doubled as the ceiling.

"If…if you're really real…and up there…then you better take care of her...I MEAN IT!" He heard himself shout in teary-eyed rage.

"It doesn't matter me...he probably wasn't listening...he's probably not even up there at all. You're wasting your time Lincoln," Lincoln muttered bitterly as he redirected his sights from the upside floor-ceiling.

"He'd never let a woman like that, someone who was so nice, die like that...unless he was never there to begin with...but if he is, he's an asshole! ASSHOLE!" He cried out, before balling up in a tight ball inside his own realm, crying his eyes out into his knees as the low hum of sirens got dimmer and quieter around him.

"I couldn't save you...I'm sorry...Mary, I'm sorry...your family...I'm sorry..."

"Lincoln," a voice called out softly from all around.

"H...hello?" Lincoln responded in a teary reply.

"Lincoln...Lincoln...please...wake up...it's gonna be alright."

"...HOW CAN IT BE? I LET HER DIE! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" Lincoln shouted out in pain angrily, "...just...leave me...whoever you are..."

The voices seemed to become a bit more crystallized; he could almost tell who was softly calling out for him. The voices, though gentle, sounded increasingly concerned.

"Dad's here kiddo!"

"Dad?"

"Sweetie! Wake up, come on honey."

"...mom?"

"Lincy! Please! Like, this is totally not totes."

" Come on Lincoln! Get up."

"L...Leni? Luan?" Lincoln huffed out, feeling a tinge of warmth seep into his lamenting soul.

"Big bro! Lincoln!"

"Huh? Lola and Lana?" He heard them beg in unison.

"Lincy...bwotha...pwease.."

"...Lily?"

"Dude...wake up! Wake up Lincoln!" The most familiar voice of all called out.

"...Luna?"

Suddenly Lincoln felt all his surroundings melt away, and feel indigo-esque light encompass him. It warped and meandered about his body, and he could feel some weird, tingly sensation take him over.

All kinds of oranges percolated spontaneously in his surroundings around his body. He could feel his body, see his limbs, his hands, arms, legs, fingers, feet and toes. He wiggled them curiously.

Above him was a large purplish cloud, looking like it was encircling the moon, itself a brilliant, gleaming and radiant shade of purple and violet. Clouds, wispy and elegant in streaming serenity, flowed like water and fluffy cotton candy downwards towards the orange colors coming off of Lincoln.

Then, out of the cloudy purple mist that seemed to welcomingly envelope him...came Luna.

"Luna?" Lincoln croaked out, feeling relief and some gleam of hope rise in him.

"Lincoln...it's gonna be alright dude. I got you bro. I got you."

"Luna...I...I..." Lincoln trembled, before falling into Luna's welcoming arms, looking up to see his older sister looking down on him with a saddened, but supportive look in her eyes; they sparkled so brilliantly like amethyst crystals.

Lincoln felt himself break down in her chest as she rubbed his back...and suddenly...he felt his eyes wide open...to the real world.

"Lincoln! Lincoln!" Leni choked out; she was on her knees to his left, holding his left hand. Rita and Lynn Sr on her corner right, supporting his lower body and shoulders. Luna and Luan were on his right, Luna partly supporting his other side, Luan holding his right arm. Lily, Lola and Lana were down by his legs, cuddled together, trying to poke him awake.

"...dude...ya came to," Luna said with a supportive smile. She put her hand on his cheek, rubbing off what felt like warm water on his face.

Lincoln began mumbling.

"Am...am I crying right now?"

"Uhmmm...ya...you...you passed out and had some kind of episode Lincoln," Luan said, frowning a tinge, but still holding onto his hand tight.

"My baby!" Rita quivered, holding onto Lincoln's head as she sniveled, Lynn Sr doing everything in his power not to do the same.

"Mom? Dad? Luna? Everyone?" Lincoln mumbled, now pulling himself up, his legs spread, quivering and shaking. His whole body felt like it was on pins and needles.

"I...I'm...sorry I did that guys," Lincoln huffed out, wiping tears that seemed to pool out from his eyes from his dream.

"We understand Lincy," Leni said sweetly with a small smile.

"Well we really don't actually son," Lynn Sr said gruffly, looking over his shoulder by the couch.

Lincoln turned around and saw him; the old black man, Barry.

Lincoln took a moment to observe him; he was even shorter than Lincoln, a sucked-in, tired looking old man with brilliant, crazy grayish-white hair and a beard to boot. He had a small pork-belly, but otherwise, even with his small frame, looked like he had a powerful upper body, even for his old age. The grey suit and purple tie betrayed his physique, but the way he sat forwards with his arms in his legs, showed the man had a hard life, but still very much coursing with life...like his wife had.

"...you're...you're Mary's husband...aren't you," Lincoln asked tepidly, rising up and approaching him slowly, tip-toe by tip-toe.

"Yes young man...I'm Barry Abraham Jemison. I was formerly the husband to the woman you knew on that People Mover, my wife, Mary Abraham Jemison," the old man said cautiously but with amiableness, his face sucked in and tired, but still smiling at the young teen.

"Mr. Jemison?" Lincoln asked with a minor tremble in his voice. Everyone seemed to stay in their spots on the carpet, watching Lincoln talk to this old man who seemed to cripple Lincoln's fortitude.

"Lincoln?"

"...you're wife, Mary...Mrs. Jemison...she...she wanted me to tell you...your family something...I haven't gotten the chance...I...lost her cellphone...it must have got lost in some stuff during the torn-"

"It's alright Lincoln. I know."

"No...I gotta tell ya. I promised her, before she...Mr. Jemison?"

"You can call me Barry Lincoln."

"...Barry...Mary said, before she went...she made me promise to tell you...your family I'm guessing...that it didn't hurt...it didn't hurt when she...when she..."

Barry just gave a warm smile and placed his hand on Lincoln's shoulder supportively.

"I know Lincoln...its common knowledge now."

"...what?" Lincoln asked astounded, feeling forlorn shock from such an unusual statement. HE didn't know what to think of that "it's common knowledge now."

"And I know you...I don't wanna embarrass ya boy, but I know...ya sang my Mary her most favorite song before she went to God."

"Pardon me Mr. Jemison...but what the hell are you talking about?" Rita asked sternly over, her motherly concern boiling out.

"Barry? How do you know about that? Me and Mary where the only ones on the People Mover when the tornado in the Detroit River hit us," Lincoln asked in a confused, concerned tone.

"...WHAT!?" Rita and Lynn Sr roared out in terrified rage.

"...dang it...I forgot to tell you," Lincoln muttered, looking towards his curled toes as he felt the full weight of his guilty conscious take him, holding back from telling everyone what really happened...even Luna.

He just didn't want to put that burden on his family...but most of all, he didn't want Luna to deal with this.

"Lincoln...what exactly happened out there when you stormed off that day when the sister-fight-protocol went belly-up?" Luan asked nurturingly, she being the only one to walk up to him as they rest stayed put. Even Luna felt some unease in probing this area.

"Like Barry said...it's a long story...well, not exactly long...stuff happened that still haunts me...my inability to save her."

"Save her? You mean she...ya know," Luan squeaked out.

Lincoln barely could nod his head up and down, but managed to do so.

"...good god son...why didn't you tell us?" Lynn Sr croaked, him and Rita running over and grasping Lincoln in deep, supportive hugs. The younglings soon followed, wrapping themselves around Lincoln's legs.

"Lincoln? You have a right to know; on the internet, footage of what happened on the People Mover got released...leaked, whatever they call if nowadays," Barry said in a heavy, low voice.

"W...what?" Lincoln mumbled in reply, turning to Barry, dreading what he felt what was coming.

"Lincoln...it's sorta public knowledge now. There's all sorts of footage of the peril and loss, and among them is you. I know you sang to her...and made her last moments on Earth as serene and warm as possible, before she descended into the lord's arms. A complete stranger...a little white boy keeping a dying elderly woman company to the end...my wife, that's one of the miracles of this tragedy."

Barry smiled, a few trickling tears coursing down his tired, wrinkled cheeks. He looked directly into Lincoln's eyes.

"I keep saying this over and over Lincoln...but...thank you...from the bottom of my heart, you are forever to me, in my and God's favor. You're a good man Lincoln. Mr. and Mrs. Loud?" Barry called out to Rita and Lynn Sr, "you should be proud of your little boy...he's a man, one of the best."

Lincoln just stood uncomfortably, feeling more and more unhinged from the deep emotions that felt being restricted by his mind.

"I don't deserve it," Lincoln mumbled.

"Deserve what?" Barry asked, before Lincoln stepped back a bit.

"...this praise...any of it, from you or anybody. I let her die...and me taking what I could of her back...that wasn't me exactly at my most gallant."

"That's simply ain't the truth Lincoln," Barry replied sternly. Lincoln still kept on.

"I don't deserve any praise. I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't get her out of there Mr. Jemison. Your wife didn't deserve to go like that. She was so nice to me. She made me feel happy when I was so angry at the world and myself."

Barry simply walked over with his arms open, pulling in Lincoln in a tight hug.

"My wife had that intoxicating soulness to her; why I married that mad, stubborn woman."

"It was such a short experience in such a short amount of time Mr. Jemison. Here I am...breaking down on a stupid city bus, and she just comes over and hangs out with me. I tell her I'm okay, and she didn't believe me one bit."

"That's my Mary; a stubborn, tough old broad."

"But...we talked...hung out. She was on the way to the same spot in downtown, she could of ignored me...but she didn't. She took time out of her own life to comfort me...heheehhe...gave me candy...I think it was a Cowtail?"

"That's Mary; she loved those stupid things," Barry huffed in a chuckle. Lincoln couldn't help at smile, thinking about the way Mary forced him to eat something to feel a tinge better.

"this...is kinda pathetic Barry, but I still remember what she said to me back on the bus...dear child. She said she hated to see children in moods like mine. For some reason, the way she said it, her face... I dunno why...your wife made that time and my mood so much better with her outlook."

"You still wondering why I married that crazy woman? Lincoln, I know how wonderful she was. I'm just forever thankful the lord put you with her in her last moments."

"...the lord...right..," Lincoln trailed off, feeling some weird emotions bubble when he heard that.

"More to the point though young man, you deserve to know you did your best given how bad that situation turned. I'm sure Mary wouldn't have wanted you to have gotten killed; she rather die than let a young child die before her. That was just her way of seeing things, and I agree with her. It was her time, and God in his infinite wisdom and providence took her and all those other folk at the right time it seems. They're looking all down on us with Jesus and the Almighty."

Lincoln felt something...rather visceral form in his gut; it wasn't complete sadness. It was distraught, bubbling...anger. Not at Barry, but what he felt in those words.

"God...took all those people...Mary...those thousands of others..." Lincoln thought blankly, before walking over and sitting on the couch, his face expressionless. Luna, Lily and Luan ran over to him.

"Lincoln?"

"Bwutha?"

"Dude?"

Lincoln just remained silent, letting these new, conflicted, emotionally intense thoughts carry him.

Barry decided to shift gears from Lincoln for a bit so he could ruminate on his own, and deliver the rest of the news to redirect some of the focus off Lincoln.

"And there's something that's partly tragic, curious, and miraculous about this whole situation everyone. It's a miracle in many ways. Mr. and Mrs. Loud? I think some of your other children saved my great grandbaby."

"...really?" Rita and Lynn Sr asked quietly but in shock, wondering what could possibly rattle them next in this jagged sharp wall of unexpected news; now another two of their children had dealt with more dire circumstances they had no clue about, and Rita and Lynn Sr were just aghast, shocked, lamentful and slowly coming to grips to the full scale of what nearly transpired to their children.

"Indeed Mr. and Mrs. Loud. I think I met one on the way over. Leni, was it? I heard one of the girls was very tall, a blonde with a keen sense on fashion according to a gay cop," Barry asked to Leni, still on her knees, nervous to move. Leni slowly nodded her head.

"And the cops who called in about my great grandbaby said one of them actually pulled her out of some bus wreckage...I don't know the whole story, but judging by how they said she had a pixie hair cut and freckles...I'm bettin you're Luna?" Barry asked Luna directly, a big smile forming on his weary face to her. Luna just sheepishly smiled back.

"Thought so. You and Leni there saved my little great grandbaby."

"Is this true Luna?" Lynn Sr asked, Rita turning to ask Leni the same thing. Both nodded their heads, Lincoln popping out of his thinking spell to listen in on this.

"Mom, dad...when we were using Mr. Grouse's Packard to-"

"Grouse," Lynn Sr growled, "...I should have known better; that damn old crotchety liar!"

"Lay off him dad...if it wasn't for him, we might have never found bro. So...I guess we should fess up. We were trying to find bro's bus, and when we were on Woodward Avenue, over by the zoo...a tornado sort of came out of nowhere and chased us."

"Good GOD ALMIGHTY!" Lynn Sr lamented, Rita pinching her nose in mortified shock.

"And...mom, dad?" Leni interjected, "...we saw a so...so untotes thing...the twisty-thingy sort of...flipped a bus around and knocked it into a big road sign thingy...it was...IT WAS HORRIBLE!" Leni chocked out loudly, Leni now crying in her arms.

Rita and Lynn Sr kneedled down to hold her.

"It was pops...mom...we thought Lincoln was on that bus. We flipped and dang-near wrecked Grouse's Packard trying to get to it, and when we looked inside the bus...everyone was dead," Luna mumbled out.

"All of them...all...almost all of them," Leni quivered out. Lynn Sr got up and walked over to Luna.

"...why didn't you tell me Luna? Why didn't you tell your mom?"

Luna just stood there and looked down, closing her eyes.

"...LENI? LUNA? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US ANY OF THIS?" Lynn Sr roared out in a sob, before pulling his daughter in and holding back tears as best as he could.

"We...we didn't wanna put you through more crap pops. I'm sorry man."

"Sorry Daddy. Luna and I sorta agreed with our brains I guess to hold off as much as we could...we didn't want Lincoln getting into trouble...I didn't help any with my freak out last week, but...we're getting better, honestly."

"...MY BABIES!" Rita cried out, sobbing in Leni's shoulder now, Leni holding her mom in comfort. Luna walked over and hugged her, trying to reassure her that they were alright. Lynn Sr joined as well, trying to comfort his wife.

"My babies have seen so much horror! So much pain! And I couldn't do anything!" Rita quivered, Luan moving forward, along with the twins and Lily, to console her.

"Oh my god, like I'm literally sorry you have to see me like this kids."

"It's okay mommy; you love us, that's all," Lily whimpered with a tiny smile. Rita brought in Lily, Lola, Lana and Luan in a tight hug. Leni wrapped herself up in it as well, followed by Lynn Sr and Luna.

So much hugging, so much consoling, and yet...Lincoln still felt himself locked to the couch, ruminating deeply. He wanted to keep himself away from this.

Even though he heard and was astounded and disheartened by Leni and Luna's experience, he still seemed to not want to squelch the fire in his belly burning now; he was deep in tumultuous thought.

"So...I know this is hard Barry...I...I saw your granddaughter on the bus," Luna softly said, glossy-eyed. Barry just nodded peacefully.

"My Chivonn, she was my granddaughter; takin a ride up to the new apartment complex she'd be sharing with her sister."

"I gave the baby bag and put her cellphone in it; even took pics of the numbers just so I could call you...but I ended up losing my cell in another ordeal," Luna sighed out heavily.

"You children...you're so young," Barry seemed to muse with pleasantness; "...you shouldn't have to see stuff like that. Why I have such respect for you, Leni and Lincoln. You...you're all good people...I may have lost my wife and granddaughter in this disaster...but I get to know they made it to heaven by God's saving, eternal grace...that my wife wasn't afraid or alone when she passed...that it didn't hurt," Barry said with a low smile to Lincoln, Lincoln himself nodding in a weak, forlorn smile, "...that I have my great granddaughter on Earth still thanks to two brave angels visiting and saving her from certain death...you two know the bus blew up later, right?"

"...I...I didn't know that," Luna mumbled in shock, Leni just shaking from the potential thoughts her mind untypically seemed to infer...what would have happened to the baby if she was still on it. Leni quivered from even letting her mind wander to those details.

Then, out of the blue, a memory slapped Luna silly.

"The footage...THE FOOTAGE! How we found out Lincoln was around that tunnel...Leni saw on her phone! He was pulling...that bag," Luna thought in pure dread. Not only did he have to see someone die before him, he pulled whatever of her he could so she could have some kind of burial.

Luna walked over to Leni and whispered to her ear.

"Leni? Ya remember how we found out where bro was?"

"Uhmmm...like...I know...I think I know it involved a cellphone...mine? No, it was yours; you had the dark pruple exterior one."

"Uhh...right Leni...and we saw bro...pullin a bag...remember?"

"Ye...yeah. I remember Lincy pullin a black bag of something, something..."

Leni's eyes suddenly bulged as she just recalled the words of Patchy Drizzle when Lincoln was pulling that bag; it was a hand poking out.

Leni's heart fell, as did Luna's from this realization.

Luna and Leni both walked over to Lincoln, him still unresponsive a bit on the couch.

"L...Lincy?"

"Dude?"

"Yeah guys?" Lincoln replied back weakly, looking up with meager eyes.

"Lincoln...did you drag what you could...of Mary? Out of the People Mover?" Luna asked with extreme caution. Barry seemed to huff, but in a reassuring, understanding way.

Lincoln simply looked down to the carpet...and nodded.

"LINCY!" Leni cried out, dropping down onto the couch and hugging him profusely; he seemed unaffected, unaware from Leni's efforts to comfort him. He looked...entirely apathetic.

"Mr. Jemison?" Lynn Sr asked Barry.

"Yes sir."

"I...you said this tape is online?"

"Yeah, the YouTube I think; got like a bunch of views...why?"

"...I need to see it. I need to know what my little boy went through," he huffed, leaving the dining room. He suddenly turned around and looked at the younglings.

"Girls, head upstairs for a little bit, fifteen minutes at least. Ya shouldn't be down here anyways right now. We'll call you back down"

"Awwww...but dad?" Lola begged, Lana and Lily collectively giving whimpering eyes.

"No butts! You're too young for this. Now. Lola? Lana? Keep Lily occupied," Rita added on in stern support of Lynn Sr, Lily, Lola and Lana slowly going upstairs with forlorn expressions, but slowly getting a feel for the rather gritty nature of what was transpiring.

"I hate this grown up stuff anyways," Lana added as she tried to make herself feel better about being sent up.

"Me too. I'd much rather have a tea party than hear about the horrible stuff they went through," Lola added in bitter concurrence.

Lily just sulked slowly with them.

"Lily?" Both twins asked in concern; Lily was getting red in the face, her eyes watering, flushed with tears streaming down.

"Oh no! Lily! Don't cry!" Lana whimpered as she bent down and hugged Lily, who was now sniveling and crying.

"Lily please! Awwww...Lincy, Luna and Leni are going to be okay!" Lola tried adding on supportively, even though Lola and Lana gave worrying looks at one another; they were just as scared and sad for the three now.

"Li...Lincy...brutha...Luna...Leni...BAD THINGS HAPPENED TO THEM!" Lily cried out harshly as she choked on her sobs into Lana's shoulder. Lana nearly choked out a minor sob, but a stern but understanding look from Lola halted her.

Lana picked up Lily as all three headed for the twin's room.

"I...I know Lily. Wanna watch some Looney Tunes with us? We'll watch the one with that rabbit season-duck season ya like so much, huh? Lily?"

Lily just nodded in Lana's shoulder, before blowing her nose on Lana's murky green t-shirt and some of her blue overall's left strapping. Lola winced from disgust, but Lana just shrugged.

"I don't mind. Looks kinda like my pet snail Gary's slime."

"Yuck...gross. I know ya don't mind slime and snot frog-butt," Lola replied, opening the door, being grossed out by the lamenting nose mucus coursing from poor Lily.

"Whatever twinkle-toes poo-bah, just get the computer and cookies ready...and I'm gonna need a lot of tissue. Lily's even oozier than Hops and the other snails besides Gary I found at school; it's kinda cool actually."

"Groddy!"

While the twins were trying to reel in Lily, down below, Rita and Lynn Sr looked over to Barry.

"We have a computer in our room. Would you be able to find the footage for us?" Lynn Sr asked.

"...no problem Mr. Loud."

As they headed over to Rita and Lynn Sr's room, Barry suddenly stopped, then pulled out his wallet and walked over to Luna and Leni, handing them a three by five picture. It was crinkled and worn, but still contained a clear, heartbreaking sweetness and ultimately forlorn but hopeful quality to its photographed contents.

"Ladies...this was the little baby you pulled out of the 498 bus wreckage, right?"

Luna and Leni's eyes lit up.

"Huuuh! She's so cute!" Leni cooed, seeing the baby girl sleeping up against an old elderly woman.

"That's my dear little great grandbaby, Emily. She's cute when she's asleep, but awake? A little speed-demon."

"We got a couple of those ourselves," Rita mused openly, thinking about Lynn, the twins and Lily.

"Hey...where's the daddy?" Leni asked innocently. Barry seemed to make a rough, grizzled growl, but pulled himself back.

"Chivonn's worthless boyfriend took off on her before the baby was born...only honorable thing that kid ever did was make Emily...anyways, my other grandbaby, Chivonn's sister LaShawna, was getting them moved into an apartment down in downtown Detroit. See? There's Chivonn making some cookies in the background with LaShawana, and baby Emily, she's being held in this pic by her great grandmother, Mary," Barry said in a quiet voice, but obviously gushing with extreme pride.

"His wife," both Leni and Luna thought. They were now looking at a photo of not only the baby they saved, but of Mary, the woman Lincoln saw die, and the mother of the baby with a sweet smile on her face, Chivonn...the mother they both saw deceased on the bus.

"LaShawna was held up in a giant traffic jam on the freeway; some huge accident clogged the interstate for a while so...yeah, a lot of people were trapped on the roadways, not thinking what was coming towards the cause of it ain't lookin like a regular tornado. It came by real close to her; she had the fortune of seeing a documentary in her college class I think about tornadoes, funny enough, and got as low in the dirt as possible. Saved her life when the tornado passed near her; told me cars ahead of her flew and fell from the sky like raindrops all over...lucky for her, her car wasn't even touched...miracles..."

"...why did all this bad stuff have to happen," Leni mumbled out sadly. Luna wrapped an arm around her.

"I don't claim to know the mind of God sweetie; I can only say he is all lovin and forgivin, and will take care of my granddaughter and wife. He's already takin care of my daughter."

"Good lord...he's lost so many family members, and he's still uber religious and believes in god," Luna thought to herself, "and he's so, so nice too."

"Mr. Jemison?" Lynn Sr asked, trying to mentally pull him back on task to the room.

"Oh...yes...the video footage," he huffed, walking over to the parents by the doorway, "please excuse a doddering old man like me...ain't exactly too excited to see this again."

Luna popped back up with the picture and ran over to Barry.

"Here you go sir."

"Oh no no no no Luna. That's yours; you, Leni and Lincoln keep it. You three should have some sort of comforting memento and closure from all of this...Lincoln? Would you be okay if I left this with your sisters?"

Lincoln simply nodded his head silently up and down, still looking apathetic and blankly at the carpet.

"Good lord...maybe I unloaded too much on ya'll," Barry mumbled to himself.

"We needed to know this. Our kids had been holding this secret from us for far too long," Rita said with a tinge of angst, apparently hearing Barry mumble, "...I just wish they could have told us so we could have helped them deal with this."

As the three adults headed towards the room, Luna followed close by.

"...Luna? What are you doing?" Lynn Sr asked.

"I need to see this too."

"No you don't honey; you've been through enough already," Rita said with some sternness in her tone.

"Fine! I'll just look it up online myself right now! Would you two like that?"

"NO! NO!...fine...but why would you-"

"He's my brother, that's why," Luna said, though secretly, in her mind she felt unequivocally compelled to know what her boyfriend went through in his abominable adventure so she could better understand his onset-lethargy. Luan got wind of this vibe Luna blasted; full-on determination.

Luan ran up to Luna.

"You...sure you wanna see that Luna?" Luan asked hesitantly.

"He's my brother...you know I care deeply about him," Luna replied, the words having more meaning between them, since Luan knew the full context and truth.

"I understand. Then I'm going too, for your sake."

"Thanks sis. Honestly I dunno if I could keep my cool without you."

"You're both gonna watch this?" Rita asked in shocked bewilderment.

"I'm an adult. I deserve to know what happened. I already went through those things myself, so did Leni," Luna replied back defensively. "Luan's gonna be there for me too. Even if she is younger than me, you honestly know she's the emotionally stronger of the two of us, right? If I can't take it, Luan'll be there, and if I can't hack it at all, she'll drag me out. Promises, promises."

"Promises, promises...Naked Eyes, 1983...good one Luna," Lynn Sr mumbled with a small smile.

Even with the temporary tension reliever in Luna's nod to a rock song, Rita and Lynn Sr gave each other worried looks.

"Look, mom, pops...I'm gonna see that footage, with or without you by my side," Luna seemed to assert more dominantly, hell bent on now understanding what Lincoln went through.

"We...are you really sure about this honey? I don't want you to be in anymore emotional duress; you and Leni have gone through enough issues to work out on the bus," Rita said lowly with what seemed like the coming weeping.

"Me and Leni can deal with that. My bro had to go through the worst kind of thing! Seeing someone die! The least I should be able to do is share in that ordeal with him. I...I know ya love me guys, and don't want me to deal with this; but I gotta. Lincoln and me, Leni too, we have a connection after all this. We're the only ones in the family who went through that shit show...language...sorry, but ya get my vibe, don't ya?" Luna pleaded.

Rita dropped her head, but Lynn Sr seemed to nod in confirmation.

"I don't like this one bit," Rita moaned out, "but...I can see you want to know what happened to your brother, just as I do and your father. Lincoln? Lincoln? Do you want us to see this, or not?" Rita called out to him, wanting his say on the matter. Luan concurred with her mother's conscientious thinking behind this, but it seemed Luna was absolutely determined to find out what Lincoln went through, whether Lincoln wanted her to know or not...the full horrific details.

Luan wasn't entirely surprised. A concerned sister and girlfriend all wrapped up in one; that could make for one hell of a stubborn hard-head, and Luna was already a rock-head, Luan punned in her head.

But she did observe one thing, something that bothered Luan; Lincoln sort of shut down and went full unresponsive, lost in his mind, and judging by his pale expression, it wasn't a slew of pretty thoughts.

"I only got to see you happy for a few moments today too after the whole deal with Carol and the others...god damn it I wished I could have just looked at you for a whole minute and taken in your happy chipped-tooth face...just a bit longer to crack a joke and see you smile Lincoln," Luan thought forlornly. It broke her heart to see Lincoln so...unlike himself...so distraught, since a week ago with the revelation he had about Luna and what happened in the big twister, how he, Luna and Leni got sucked up in it.

"I hate that fucking day so...so much now, more than just the sister fight protocol...more than the tornadoes...I think my Lincoln got shattered," Luan cursed mentally, feeling ready to cry her eyes out into Lincoln's shoulder.

But it would have to wait. She needed to be there for Luna, and Leni was already there with Lincoln.

And she wanted to be strong for Lincoln too.

"Lincoln? It's up to you," Rita said warmly, "and if you don't want us to, we won't do it at all. In fact, we'll ask Lisa to get that off the internet for good," Rita added on encouragingly, moving around the couch, putting a hand on her son's knee, looking up into his eyes; they were glossy and red, but not teary. Just lost in self-introspection, his field of vision locked in tunnel-vision.

"Lincoln? Son? We won't ever see tha-"

"It's okay...just...when it's over, don't go over-protective or bananas on me...and try and keep calm. I know I wished," Lincoln huffed out, thinking how if he stayed more calm and collected, he could have gotten Mary out of there alive.

It wasn't a reasonable thing he admitted, being an emotional teen in such an out of the blue horrific deal, but it made him feel like he could have given her so much more of a chance if he remained calm and called on more wisdom, situational awareness and strength. He still wondered why it seemed everything was relatively normal that day for a stormy day, without all the tornadoes...the anger and lament inside him must have been all-too distracting he mused.

"Lincoln?" Barry asked tepidly, "I tried to get those news folks and internet people to take that video off. Nothin's workin. The disaster here in Detroit is so video-taped that I don't think it's goin away anytime soon."

"Don't worry Barry...I'll be fine," Lincoln said non-reassuringly. Barry just bowed his head, headed into the room, with Luan and Lynn Sr going in first.

"We'll be right back sweetie. Leni? You're good from-"

"I don't wanna see Lincy hurting. I wanna like, be here for him, while you're watching that bad stuff. Okay mom?"

"Certainly sweetheart," Rita said with a weak smile, before heading off in the room. Luna still hung back, looking over to Lincoln.

She walked over and bent down to a knee between Lincoln's legs, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey...bro...I won't do it if-"

"It's good Luna...just...try to keep things in perspective for me, and...don't feel too bad," Lincoln said, caressing her cheek, before she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. Leni saw this, but thought nothing of it, thinking it was Luna being extra sweet to him.

"I like, so wish I had that kind of close relationship you have with Lincy Luna," Leni thought, though hoping it could have been something more.

Luna looked at the rather unresponsive Lincoln, concerned and terrified at what she was going to see in a moment.

"I don't wanna see this, but whatever I gotta do to be able to share Lincoln's pain, I will, no fuckin way I'm bollocking out of this," she thought with fire in her belly, Luan looking from the room, scared.

Luna closed the door, and Lincoln and Leni were now the only ones in the living room.

Leni breathed slowly in and out, dreading at the very thought of her other family members seeing this horrific footage of Lincoln. It caused her more pause that she, the eldest of the Louds now in the house, couldn't stomach the idea of seeing such nightmarish events like she saw a week ago. It could put her into another episode.

"I'm so weak. I'm...not the big sister I should be," Leni very quietly uttered unknowingly, Lincoln catching these words.

It suddenly jolted him aware again from his own tormented mindset and thoughts.

He looked over to Leni, her body cuddled next to his, legs pulled in on themselves, feet curled into the couch like a sad, scared little child.

It weakened Lincoln to see Leni like this. He coughed several times, then scooted over to Leni, laying his head on her shoulder. Leni raised her head up in surprise, seeing her brother like this all of a sudden.

"I hate putting you all through this. If I didn't storm out like that, none of this wouldn't have happened to us."

"Lincy? Don't say things like that."

"I...I'm sorry Leni. I'm still so sorry I put you through such horrible things looking for me."

"It's like, totally not your fault Lincoln. Come on, don't think about that bad stuff," Leni said warmly as she looked down, pulling Lincoln into a tight, cuddling hug, nuzzling his frame into hers. She rested his head on her chest.

"Leni? I'm not a little kid anymore," Lincoln said, feeling a bit awkward from the position Leni pulled him in, like a toddler.

"I know, but you'll always be my little brother I need to watch out for Lincy," Leni said as she rocked him back and forth.

And, surprisingly to Lincoln, it was rather soothing. Even in a saddened state, Leni could radiate this aura of intoxicating, bubbly happiness.

"...like an angel," Lincoln mused.

She certainly had the qualities of such, Lincoln joked, but it wasn't too far off. She was so innocent, so naïve...a tad slow mentally, but overall her heart was one, if not, the best in the house, and arguably among any Lincoln knew.

She was a living cinnamon bun in spirit to him.

"Lincy...I wish I only wanted to be a sister to you...if...if only...huh other Leni," Leni thought, thinking how bad her thoughts about Lincoln could get. As wonderful as they could be, Lincoln...was off the table, especially now.

"It wouldn't ever be fair of me, especially since he's so young still...he's such a man though, so nice...doesn't think of me any less cause I'm kinda slow...that I'm not just some dumb doll to look at..."

"And that's why you love him," a familiar voiced called out in her head, "why I love him. He makes us feel safe, even if we're trying to keep him safe from bad feelings and emotions. He has that aura about him, so safe and serene around him...he's the one guy we know who'll never do anything like those assholes you dated try."

"Other Leni...hey..."

"Hey...Leni...I think you're doing the right thing. We both know we can't have him. You know it wouldn't be right."

"I know Other Leni...I just...I know I can never have him as more than a brother, and I shouldn't feel like this about him; I'm a sicky, but...how can I not love Lincy? He's more of a thoughtful man than all those bad ones I dated. He's a real man, a thoughtful man that treats me more than a dummy, or what those bad guys called me...tales?"

"...tail...a piece of ass. Exactly...but I think we both know the truth; no matter how hard, it's not going to be possible. All we can do is be there for him when he needs us...till you're brave one day to be honest."

"Yeah...right...always there for Lincy...I can't ever be honest though."

"But you're doing a wonderful job at that, being there for him. But..." Other Leni added with some hesitation.

"But what Other Leni?"

"...like I said, you could be honest with him one day...tell the truth, and who knows? Maybe...just maybe...he might be open. Not likely, like, totes not likely...but, we can always hope, right?"

Leni dropped her head down to her side.

"I...I might destroy hurt the family and Lincy doing that...but...right...I think...I hope I don't feel like this for him forever though; he deserves better."

"...you're more than good enough for him Leni. I wish I could live up to you. But just remember, no matter what, your family...your parents, your siblings...Lincy...that's what matters."

"...I wish I could like, actually hang out with Other Leni...Other Leni?"

And the other manifestation of her suddenly left her mind.

She felt her arms. Lincoln seemed to pull her into his chest as he laid back, his head looking straight up, eyes closed, his chest breathing in and out.

Leni just sat back and felt her brother inhale and exhale slowly but deeply. Leni smiled a bit sheepishly and enjoyed this closeness...more than she should have.

"You're an awesome sister Leni. I love you."

And this melted Leni's heart; she quivered momentarily, trying to hide a choke and sudden, rapid tears flowing, but managed to say delicately out loud, "I love you too Lincy."

Minutes went by as Lincoln acclimated to the comfort Leni gave him, his mind still in knots, but his spirit feeling being anchored down by her.

Suddenly the door to Rita and Lynn Sr's room opened up.

It was Barry, walking by himself out, the room still dark from what apparently was a no-light viewing of the footage.

The ghostly wail of the sirens from that day could be heard from Lincoln on the couch. It sent déjà vu shivers of pause in his soul.

Barry simply walked over to Lincoln.

"Lincoln? My boy? They know. Ya folks and two sisters know now. And...let a sore old black man tell ya that I regret nothing when I say...thank you for being there for my wife in her final hour."

"It's...thank you Barry, it's was...I don't wanna say no trouble, but...I guess I'm glad I could have given her passing some ease."

"And Leni? Honey? You and Luna will forever be in my debt, just like Lincoln here."

"Thank you Larry. That means a lot," Leni said sweetly, Barry catching the mis-naming Leni tended to do sometimes, but ignored it.

"And that brings me to my next inquiry. Already let your folks and Luna and the other sister know...they have my blessings when I ask you, and this is entirely up to you Lincoln... Leni? You as well. Would you wish to attend the funeral service for my wife and granddaughter?"

Lincoln and Leni felt like the wind was knocked right out of them, both breathing much more alertly, unable to contemplate what to say or think.

"It'll be held this Monday, the fourth, around two in the afternoon. I've cleared it with my pastor; you and your family, particularly Luna and Leni here are welcome to attend if you wish. I won't hold it against you if ya don't wanna. I...I know this is a lot to drop and bring back in your soul Lincoln. I...just wanna show my appreciation for what you did and see if I can get ya some closure."

"Th...thank you Barry. I'll consider it," Lincoln replied back to him, leaning up out of the couch and out of Leni's grasp.

"Can you leave me a phone number to contact you with?"

"Yeah, here it is," Barry said, pulling out a small piece of paper with his full name and phone number.

"Just let me know by Sunday, okay Lincoln?"

"Alright Barry...and thanks...for being so...so understanding and forgiving," Lincoln said with an airy sigh, even when he tried to be warm about it to the old, worn black man.

"And as I said Lincoln, the pleasure is all mine, to meet the one who gave my wife some comfort before seeing God, and to you and Luna Leni. You girls...you saved my great grandchild Emily."

"Your great grand daughter Emily is so, so cute by the way...but are you gonna take care of her sir?" Leni asked curiously.

"You kiddin? I'm an old fat fart. I ain't got that ability anymore. Nah...Chivonn's sister LaShawana's gonna raise her...I'm gonna be there of course, as will the whole family now."

"Whole family?" Leni mumbled in wonder.

"I'm gonna head out now Louds...ya might wanna go pay your folks and other sisters a visit Lincoln...let'em know you're a tough kid and...ya gonna be okay. I know it. You had to be tough and strong to weather that."

Barry started for the door. Lincoln and Leni walked up and opened it up.

"Nice ta know youngins still give some respect to their elders. Thanks."

"No problem Barry...so...you didn't see it with them, did ya?" Lincoln asked, hoping he wasn't asking something out of line.

"...I sorta stepped out around the time the People Mover was about to get hit...I'm not really into seeing my wife's final departure from Earth, even if I know she's staring down and guiding me in makin sure I thank properly those who comfort her and save our kin."

"Yeah...I...I do know of a way to get that off the internet permanently, if you want Barry," Lincoln sheepishly said.

"...I have my doubts boy, but, if by some miracle ya can, that'd be much appreciated. Well...goodbye Lincoln, for now I hope," Barry said warmly, before Lincoln walked over and gave him a spontaneous hug.

"Thank's Barry...I...I guess I needed to be pushed a bit...so I could think and get this all out, and not keep bottling it."

"No trouble child. I only wish I was as sweet as my wife could be. I'm gonna miss her everyday. Leni? You take care. That frilly gay cop said you had some serious style."

"Oh...I don't know who that is, but that's very nice of him," Leni said sweetly, before Barry took off down the cement path, to his car, then, drove off slowly down the street, waiving slightly in a meager way.

Lincoln walked away as Leni closed the door. She just realized she had her boots on still.

"...ow! I spent like, literally way too much money on boots that are not very comfy on my feet. Owww!"

"Leni? You okay?" Lincoln asked, looking towards Leni's feet.

"I'm fine Lincy; just some tight boots I gotta fit in better."

"Fit? Leni, my feet are bigger than yours. You've got like, smaller feet for someone your size."

"Huhhh...you sure about that Lincy? I'm like, pretty sure I'm bigger than you."

Lincoln took this moment to distract his mind on something a bit more colloquial, so he placed his foot next to Leni's.

"Huh...I'll be darn, you are bigger than me Leni...quite a bit. Feel sorta stupid about it since I showed you ya don't have two left feet. Wonder why I didn't register that till now."

"I know," Leni said with a blush, "they're silly totes big, too big."

"Well, they're not that big, ratio-wise to your body Leni. I mean, mine are pretty big for someone my age...really big actually, and besides, who cares? I just wanna make sure you're not hurting...you're not hurting, right Leni?"

"Nah...not too much Lincy...ow," Leni said, before Lincoln gave her a furled look.

"Okay, like maybe a insey-wincey bit."

"I'll give them a quick massage for ya if you want Leni."

Leni blushed heavier, quickly turning away to pretend to look outside the window.

"I...I'm fine Lincy, really! I...I mean...would you feel better if you did?"

"I don't like my sisters being in pain, so yeah. You sorta gave me the super power of massage, so it's the least I can do for you comforting me like this."

"Awwwwwww, thank's Lincy," Leni said sweetly as she grappled him in a tight, gripping polar bear hug.

"TOO TIGHT! TOO TIGHT LENI!"

"...oh...sorry Lincy!" Leni sheepishly whispered, dropping her heaving brother to the couch. He grasped his breath back. The comical display caused Leni to chucke a moment, Lincoln finding it funny as well too, him giving a little laugh himself.

But their hearts stopped when they heard several choking, sobbing gasps from their parent's room.

"Oh shit...Leni? Wait here," Lincoln asked, Leni nodding.

Lincoln hopped off the couch and walked briskly into his parents room. It was still dark inside...and he heard so much sniffling and shocked gasps.

"Guys? You good?" Lincoln asked delicately. Rita, Lynn Sr, Luna and Luan were sitting on the bed with the laptop on a cabinet, and the events playing on the screen nearly crippled Lincoln.

He saw himself, he heard himself, in unusual clarity from the People Mover video footage...lamenting and crying from her death again.

"...damn it..." Lincoln mumbled, sighing silently yet heavily as he walked over to the huddled four.

"Mom? Dad? Luna? Luan? I'm okay now, I'm-"

"MY BABY BOY!" Rita cried out horribly as she pulled Lincoln in and cried her heart out into his heart. Lynn Sr pulled them both in as he tried in vain not to cry himself...it only lasted a few moments.

"I...Lincoln...son! I...what the hell do I say to something like that? I don't know...I don't know! My son!" Lynn Sr wailed as he pulled Lincoln into his shoulder and held him close.

Lincoln was expecting something like this, but not to this intensity; his parents were lost in the emotional shock of seeing their child go through something so horrible.

He looked over to Luna and Luan; Luan was holding Luna's hand tight, both watery-eyed, staring at Lincoln.

"Bro..." Luna squeaked out, before she threw herself into the mix and hugged Lincoln, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried holding on with the pack.

Luan wrapped her arms around them as well.

"Lincoln...at least you're alive and with us still," Luan thought as she sniveled as well, resting her head on his head, feeling his white, longer than normal hair on her face.

"My Lincoln," she begged internally, "...don't ever leave us like that! Please!"

Lincoln just sighed and let them all shed tears onto him.

"It's okay guys...let it out...let it all out. I understand," Lincoln said with a relaxed, strong tone, deciding to bury his own sorrows and intense feelings for the sake of his family.

"LINCOLN! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH! WHATEVER IT TAKES, WE'LL HELP YOU!" Rita sobbed into his chest.

"You guys are here for me now; how could I ask for anything else?" Lincoln said warmly with a smile at his mom, then his father, then Luan and Luna. "I love you all."

"We love you too Lincoln!" Luan cried out, before Lincoln pulled them all in for his own warm hug.

"We mean it son! Whatever help you need, therapy, talking, whatever it is, we'll do it, damn the cost!"

"Don't worry Dad. I just wanna be with my family...I...I guess I should have been honest to you with this...all of you," he added, looking into Luna's eyes specifically when saying this. She smiled back and held onto him.

"Dude...we'll make you okay, that's a bloody promise."

"I...I guess it finally feels good to get this out in the open...oh shit, hold up," Lincoln mumbled, trying to pull himself out of the pile.

"Lincoln?" Luan asked, all three looking curiously at him.

"I...I don't want you all to see what happens next...it's really messed up," Lincoln said as he wiggled out.

"Son, what it is? We need to know, so we can help you," Lynn Sr pleaded with Lincoln.

"Dad...no. Mom, you, Luna and Luan have seen enough. You don't need to-"

"LINCOLN!" Luna sobbed horribly in a shout. Her tone nearly crippled Lincoln on the spot, but he kept his cool and composure.

"Guys...the only way Mary's family got her corpse was...I...I don't wanna talk about it or you of all to see-"

Luan suddenly shrieked in terror, looking at the laptop screen. Everyone turned to it as well.

"Fuck," Lincoln mumbled, before he saw it again...how he got Mary out of there.

In the video footage, he saw himself pathetically pulling with all his might, crying out that he would bring her back to her family because she deserved at least that. In several pulls with all his might, and suddenly...Mary's upper half of her body tore off her crushed lower, her internal organs and blood splattering all over.

"OH MY GOD!" Rita cried out, Lynn Sr keeling over to puke in a trash bin and Luna...Luna just started crying even more and more. They saw Lincoln on screen look horrified, ready to lose it, but he seemed to call on a mental block, find a heavy duty black trash bag in Mary's bag, and put her upper half in it, followed by Lincoln kicking down the damaged People Mover doors.

"DAMN IT! THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO SEE THIS!" Lincoln roared out in lamentful anger at them...before cooling down when he saw what the effects for his family understanding what he went through were.

They were a mess, simply incapable of accepting the fact that their fourteen year old son, their brother...they're boyfriend, had gone through such a horrific experience.

"Guys...guys, I'm okay. Really, I'm alive, right? It was a bad ordeal, but I-"

"MY LITTLE BOY...my little baby boy," Rita sobbed in her hands, before pulling him in tight.

Everyone else coalesced around him, his parents sorrowful from not being there for their child, and Luan and Luna for indirectly causing him to be put in that predicament.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh...I understand...it wasn't a good experience for me either," Lincoln sighed in defeat of trying to assure he was okay, as he held onto his crying mother, now ironically the one trying to comfort her as well as the other three.

"I'm so sorry bro! I should have found you faster!" Luna sniffled.

"If I wasn't so bent out of shape! If we didn't have that stupid fight and use that stupid sister-fight-protocol, you wouldn't have-"

"Luan, stop. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. Things...just happened like this."

"NOT MY BOY! NOT TO MY LITTLE BOY!" Rita cried out, before Lynn Sr seemed to get his control and wrap his hands around her shoulders.

"Kiddo...you should have told us...but I...understand how you wouldn't want to talk about this, something like this. I...I just," Lynn Sr said before letting a minor croak leak out, "you're mother and I, we...we just want you to always be comfortable in telling us anything...anything son, anything."

"Thank's dad...and I'm sorry for not telling you, any of you."

"Sweetie," Rita said, getting herself under control, a difficult task for the bewildered and heartbroken mother, "...Lincoln, we love you so much...we'll do whatever you need to get through this. Do you understand honey?"

"Thanks mom...actually...Barry invited me to Mary and their granddaughter's funeral...I...I think it might help with getting some closure from this. Would you be okay with-"

"We'll go Lincoln! We'll all go," Luna said, looking at their parents for hopeful confirmation; Rita and Lynn Sr nodded gently.

"Thanks guys. I couldn't ask for a better home, or a better family. I love you all," Lincoln with warmth and peace in his tone.

"We love you too," they all replied back, Luan, Luna, Rita and Lynn Sr hugging tightly around him with tears, but hope for the future for their child, brother...and boyfriend.

"Guys?" Leni suddenly squeaked, looking at the bunch.

"Why...why are you crying around Lincy?" Leni said sadly, before Leni seemed to get infected by the emotions and suddenly cried, running over and grasping the group in a tight bear hug.

"AUUUHHHH! TOO TIGHT! TOO TIGHT!" Luna squeaked out.

"PLEASE DON'T CRY! IT MAKES ME CRY WHEN YOU CRY!" Leni begged loudly.

"It's alright Leni...everything's going to be alright," Rita said, before Leni released, and Lincoln popped out of the pile, closing the laptop once and for all.

"I need to get Lisa to take that off, permanently," Lincoln thought, before pulling everyone in back for his own hug, smiling as he basked in the comforting aura of family, his solace.

Suddenly the front door blew wide right open, followed by heavy footsmashing, straight to the parent's room.

It was Lori, followed closely by Bobby. Both looked like they were in shock, Lori looking just like early when she barged into Carol's Luan noted.

"Oh shit," Luan mumbled.

Lori walked over to the family with heavy steps, focused square on Lincoln.

"...twerp...LINCOLN! LITERALLY-" Lori shouted, before pulling in Lincoln tight and sobbing into his hair.

"Little bro," Bobby mumbled, before joining Lori, giving a big bro hug to him.

"I JUST LITERALLY SAW IT ON MY PHONE! Lincoln...I know people! I'll get ya help little brother!"

"Great...now she knows and I gotta go through this again," Lincoln huffed as he held onto Lori and Bobby, the rest of the family crowding around him again.

"MOM! DAD! LINCOLN! HE-" Lynn suddenly shouted, Lucy behind her in the doorway, before both saw the pileup...and they too ran over and hugged.

"We just saw. Lincoln, dear brother...we didn't know," Lucy sighed in deep monotone, before Lynn pulled Lucy into as Lincoln as close as she could force.

"God damn it, how'd they find out," Lincoln thought, sighing in Lori's chest.

"DADDY! MOMMY! SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED TO LINCOLN!" Lola, Lana and Lily shouted out in terror, before they saw the group amassed around Lincoln.

"GIRLS, HOW IN HECK-" Lynn Sr roared, before the three catapulted themselves from above onto Lincoln, crying and sniveling like crazy.

"LINCY! WE'RE SO SORRY!" They shouted in unison.

"Girls...how much did you see?" Rita asked with petrified fear her younger daughters may have searched and stumbled on it.

"It...was the first thing on the news web page when we tried looking up Looney Tune episodes for Lily...we...only saw a little, Lincy was singing to a poor lady; that's all we saw, I swear," Lola explained, trying to reel her crying.

"I stopped it...I COULDN'T WATCH YOU GO THROUGH THAT LINCOLN!" Lana wailed.

"ME TOO!" Lola cried out as well.

"Brutha...LINCOLN!" Lily sobbed as he and all the other sisters did everything in their power to console them.

Lincoln just hung his head, took a deep breath, and smiled as lovingly as he possibly could for the newly initiated, letting them get it all out.

They were all here, his parents, all his sisters, his most likely soon-to-be brother in law, and suddenly, all the pets in the house, swarmed in and cuddled up. No one minded the pets.

"Well...at least I know I'm loved," Lincoln thought as he smiled, knowing that whatever emotional turmoil that he'd need to try and settle with...he wouldn't be alone. He'd have his family by his side, his parents, his best big-bro, his pets, his sisters...and his girlfriend.

---

8:45 PM

Later that night.

Things had finally settled down. The pets went about on their own pursuits, collectively hanging with a contemplative Lana and Lola, Lily with Rita and Lynn Sr who were enjoying watching Looney Tunes to distract her, Lori and Bobby about to head home from hanging with the family for the while, Bobby stepping up to the plate again and making the entire Loud family a delicious dinner, and the others about to call it an early Friday night.

It was a very long Friday.

The main aim now was relaxation, ease and contemplation. Leni worked on fashion designs while periodically checking on everyone else, Lynn and Lucy hung out on the couch together watching a horrible, bloody clichéd sports horror movie for some laughs, Luna and Luan were in their room doing their usual trades, Luna working on a tune, Luan writing up ideas for an act...and Lincoln was in his room, eyes closed, hovering around sleep, but still thinking.

His room still lacked most, if any of his usual delights ever since his self-imposed grounding. All his comics, games and movie things were in the garage still, except his Japanese robot and the kaiju diorama that Lisa swore up and down she had cleared of any...unmentionables. Besides these, his clothing, his room was bare of his proclivities. It still have the wear and tear from Lincoln's outburst earlier, but Luna did an overall good job of picking up and fixing; Lincoln noted to ask Lana and Leni for help with the detailed wood frame dresser repairs, wall patching and mattress sewing.

"I can't believe I pounded the wall like a maniac," Lincoln mused to himself, cracking a little chuckle, yet still lost in his thoughts.

Ever since last week, Lincoln took on reading some interesting stuff; any newspapers, comics in the back sections for his comic fix, and a few books he found on sale at the grocery market they came from earlier before Leni took off for her own thing. A few paperbacks on topics he normally didn't think about exploring, but now was more in his range of his contemplations as of late to check them out... a semi-passing interest, namely about whether one could be good or live a life absent a belief in a deity.

On his dresser were those books, and several news articles and magazines on the Detroit Tornado Outbreak he just checked out, listing a menagerie of tragedies, miracles and heroic stories of the event. It was being called "T-Day," short for Tornado Day. Pictures lined up showing the monumental damage of the downtown area. Clean up of the area was slow but steady given how horrific and widespread the damage was everywhere. One aerial image above showed a gradually enlarging scar cutting from northwest to southeast, the scar on the land of the giant tornado itself. Lincoln didn't realize how bad it was, even after the odd-ball one that killed Mary.

Dozens of questions and thoughts rattled his mind; why the People Mover was still open during all this, why the tornadoes formed here of all places, in the Detroit area, why so many people died. Lincoln had a horrific thought pass his mind...what if he was responsible, that God was trying to punish everyone around him and Luna for their forbidden relationship, or worse...was trying to smite him and Luna. When he let this thought pass his mind, a gut-reaction of violent anger towards anyone who dare try and hurt Luna bubbled in him...and hypothetical hate ensued.

He brushed it off as just a horrific, troubling mental exercise, but was taken aback by the lengths of his potential rage and fury at anyone who would dare to hurt his sisters, Leni and Luna...even God.

"If...there is one," he sighed.

There was the typical statistics of the outbreak itself, the explanation for how such an event could happen here of all places, why a death toll of sixteen-thousand people occurred, and the mixed reactions of the Trump Presidency in handling the catastrophe.

Lincoln could care less about any of it, besides the human trauma from the event and the unbearably ridiculous, saddening death toll and injuries caused. He knew the firsthand experience, him, Luna, Leni and many thousands of more had with the tragedy, of not just one, but multiple tornadoes...dealing with tragedy...almost seeing your loved one die before your eyes.

What kept his mind occupied for most of the evening was a small snippet of the article pointing out one morbid, unholy tragedy from the event.

It shocked Lincoln to his core, probably more so than Mary's passing. In fact, he went online and found even more detailed information on the occurrence, since it became one of the major snippets of the human carnage from the catastrophe; it was one of thousands of horrific recorded losses.

It made him question things, question the nature of reality, how nature could be so utterly cruel and...dare he thought, passively evil, at least in being so callous to such innocents. It seemed to be such potent, concentrated evidence against any wholly good force.

And he felt himself questioning his old beliefs he had. It wasn't enough that he developed an incestuous relationship with Luna, even though he meant he'd go to hell for her. Now...he felt unsure if such things were actually true or real...or other places and theological beings purported to be all caring and loving.

Lincoln felt the slow onslaught of losing...a belief, or at the very least, a very troubling and intense rattling of his conceptions about whether there is good above the clouds.

"It...just doesn't sit well with me," Lincoln thought, trying to clarify his thoughts, "I...I don't think it's impossible...but now I'm starting to feel it's unlikely. Man...this sucks. I feel like I'm starting to lose my faith in g-"

A knock came from his door.

"It's open," he said.

The door slowly opened up to Lori, Bobby and Luna.

"Hey dude."

"Hey Luna, hi Lori, hi Bobby."

"We're heading out now Lincoln. I just wanted to say bye," Lori said nicely as she walked over to Lincoln and sat on his bed. She grabbed his hand and held it between her own.

"Look twerp, whatever support you need, Bobby and I will always be there, ya know that, right?"

"Of course I do Lori. You're an awesome big sister, and Bobby? I can't wait to have you as a brother-in-law one day," Lincoln said with a tiny smirk. Luna smiled, Lori gave a puppy-dog smile to Bobby, and Bobby just blushed up a storm.

"Ahh...thank's Lincoln," Bobby stuttered out, before Luna pushed him over to Lori's side.

"Dude, is that gonna be a thing? Cause it so needs to be. I wanna play for your ceremony," Luna said with a happy vibe. It made Lincoln feel good to feel her happy, invested vibe again.

"Hold up there, we...we're taking it slow and steady, right boo-boo bear?"

"Right babe," Bobby said.

"But Lincoln, I'm serious. Literally anything you need, I can find the right people, okay?"

"Okay Lori. Don't worry, I got you on speed dial, remember?"

"Are you really gonna speed dial me if ya need it Lincoln? Like literally?" Lori asked with a raised eyebrow.

"...if he doesn't, I'll be here to either kick his butt to call ya up, and/or hear him out mate," Luna said, giving Lincoln a tiny punch to his shoulder.

"Yeesh, that's reassuring," Lori said with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Luna said within a stern frown.

"Well...you and Leni were suppose to-"

"Oh no, don't give me that, Miss "send my younger sisters to a bloody retro-rave-orgy like a complete moron!" I ain't gonna be takin lip from you dude," Luna said with some bite in her tone.

"...just had to bring that up, didn't ya," Lori said with some defeat in her tone.

"You're lucky me and Leni are covering for you silly, and that we don't tell mom and dad you blundered us to a Halloween sex party where your friends tried to bang us," Luan said suddenly from behind them, catching everyone off guard, Lincoln in particular. Lori shot in the air from surprise, though Luan's voice was more delicate and understanding than Luna's. Lincoln just had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"...touche Luan."

"Touche? Lori, they wanted out boote's, ahahahahahh, get it?"

"Literally and unfortunately, yes," Lori sighed.

"Uhhhh...what the hell are you talking about?" Lincoln asked, with a blown-away expression, full of confusion and shock.

"Don't worry Lincoln. It's all good," Luan said, pinching his cheek, before inhaling and exhaling heavily, redirecting the focus on her.

"So! Speaking of Halloween, how about a joke?"

"Huh...ya know? I could go for one," Lincoln said warmly, popping up a tad, leaning forward. Luna, Lori and Bobby just gave her a "here we go" look.

"So, what does a ghost say at a strip club on Halloween?"

"Uhm...what Luan?" Lincoln asked with a smile.

"...Booooooooobies, get it?"

Lincoln chuckled as Luna gave a few snickers herself, Bobby cracking up while Lori just gave a "yup, as silly, bad and vanilla as ever" look to her.

"Bravo!" Lincoln said, clapping his hand.

"My public," Luan said with a bow, midway winking at Lincoln.

"Alright alright funny-pants. Bobby, you ready?"

"Yeah Babe. Lincoln? Take care little bro, alright?"

"I will Bobby. Thanks man," Lincoln said, before getting off the bed and giving Bobby a tight hug.

"Awwwww...ya gonna kiss?" Luna said with a wily grin to Bobby and Lincoln.

"AS IF!" Lori shouted, staring a million daggers at Luna. Luna and Luan just laughed while Bobby and Lincoln unhugged really quickly and had blank expressions.

"Uhh...sorry Bobby...welcome to the family; we're apparently unhinged."

"No problem Lincoln. Lori told me how much of a rocker your sis could be...rocking the boat as they say."

"I sure do love rocking the boat," Luna said with a smile, before leaning into Lincoln, "almost as much as rocking the cradle."

Lincoln sighed, then hugged both Lori and Bobby.

"See ya twerp. Love ya Lincoln."

"Love you too Lori. See ya Bobby," Lincoln said as he, Luna and Luan waived bye, the both now heading down the hall and the stairs. Now it was just Luan, Luna and Lincoln in his bedroom door.

"Hmmm...so, I'm just...gonna head out and let you two... " Luan paused, closing the door on the three of them for a moment, then whispering, "...love birds, hang out for a bit."

Luan giggled as she closed the door behind her, giving them both smiles and skipping to her room. As she closed her door...she felt an instantly wave of sad bite her.

"I wish I could hang out with you like that Lincoln...huuuuhhh...it can't be helped...supportive...gotta be supportive. But after all this bull today, I could use some...tension relief. I...wonder if Other Leni is available," Luan mused internally, looking back at her door, imagining what she might...willingly seek later.

---

Back in Lincoln's room, door locked, Luna walked over and settled on Lincoln's bed with him like earlier, before his violent reaction took him.

"So...dude? You really wanna go to this funeral? For real?"

"Yeah. I think it'll let me finally put this whole...thing to rest. But you, Luan, Leni and mom and dad don't have to go."

"Well, too bad bro, cause we're going. We care about you."

"And the others? Luna, as much as Lucy likes funerals, I don't want her or the others going."

"No problemo. I'll tell mom and dad this is gonna stay with us. Lynn and Lucy can watch the younglings and the house while we're gone. They may clash, but overall they jibe; they're good at it."

"I guess...I feel really bad for everyone having to see me like that, especially my little sisters...Lily...and you most of all."

"Bro...I...I wanted to share your pain. You don't need to ride this shitty ordeal yourself. I'm always gonna be there for ya dude, I mean it," Luna said warmly, pulling Lincoln into her lap and laying her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you Luna. I...things in my head have been pretty stirred up lately."

"Tell me about it; mine too, but like you told me earlier when I needed it; you'll be with me. The least I can do is try and siphon some of that pain boilin ya."

"...it doesn't really hurt though...that's what bugs me. I feel like my body's trying to numb itself from this pain, tryin to not think about it. It's not healthy, I know that...all the weird sexual stuff we've been doing, at least it distracted me big time for a while, so...in that regards, what happened earlier wasn't all bad."

"Linc...that's a hell of a thing to say," Luna said with her eyes wide.

"Why not? I mean, it's better than being a perpetual mope. Though I did like being snuggled with ya before my whole...freakout."

"Ya mean like how we are right now?" Luna said with a grin, nuzzling her nose and cheek into Lincolns, Lincoln leaning into her and giving a happy chirp to her cuddles.

"Yeah...before all that, I promised you something I mean; I want us to be partners, or at least as close as we can get without Johnny-Law finding out."

"Oh yeah! That's right! Wicked!" Luna said happily, punching the air and givign out the sign of the horns.

"And...Luna? I promised you you're not some phase. That's fucking bullshit of anyone to destroy a bond with you, something I'll never understand about that idiot boyfriend Sam of yours."

Luna laughed a little, before that little detail, Lincoln mentioning Sam, rattled her mind...she didn't get the chance to fess up to Lincoln about her...prior proclivities she had in secret.

"...fuckin bloody puss-spewing hell, Lincoln turned into a freakin raving sex-god before I got the chance to tell him...did, did I just call Linc a raving sex-god?" Luna asked, smiling and blushing at the thought of Lincoln going ape like that on her...if she was even capable to taking on Lincoln and his various gifts full steam.

"I don't think my body's ready for that yet."

"Luna? You there?" Lincoln asked, seeing Luna distracted in thought and momentarily unresponsive.

"Oh, sorry mate. Just some thoughts."

"Wanna share em rocker-gal?"

"...nah, I'll tell ya another time," Luna replied in a cool, calm tone. She wanted to desperately to tell Lincoln about Sam and get that out...but he seemed to be under such immense emotional stress that she didn't want to give this bomb-drop of a factoid. No way she wanted to unintentionally add to the overload of experiences and ordeals Lincoln's been through lately.

"I don't think Linc would be too surprised since he knows I like tits, but...I'm a hold off in coming out to him, about me...who Sam really is...my ex...god I hate thinking about what she did to me...fuckin...no, that was long ago, now's a new time with my white haired ange-."

"Luna?"

"Huh? Oh...yeah luv?"

"Are...we ever gonna talk about what happened out in the river, you by the tunnel?" Lincoln asked nervously.

"Uuh? Ya mean the tornadoes?"

"I...I mean...about us...what we were gonna do if...one of us wasn't exactly in the realm of the living anymore..."

"...oh shit...that stuff," Luna sighed, her voice cracking when she remembered what she was about to do when she thought she lost Lincoln to the gigantic tornado...and especially her gut reaction to finding out after Lincoln resuscitated her...what he was going to do to himself if she didn't wake up.

"...sorry Luna. I didn't mean to open that can of worms as well. I mean, seeing Mary die was fucking horrible...one of the worst experiences in my life...but the worst...period...was when I thought I couldn't save you...bring you back," Lincoln said quietly, before Luna saw his eyes getting glossy.

"Oh...please...please Lincoln," Luna pleaded tenderly, turning Lincoln around and pulling in to her frame, grasping tightly and holding him close. He wrapped his arms around her tight.

"Luna...I...I couldn't ever stand the idea of losing you. I dunno if I could-"

"I know how ya feel bro," Luna said with a slight treble in her tone, remembering how she felt when she thought the tornado claimed her brother as among the thousands, "Linc...bro...I was gonna let the tornado freakin take me. Bloody balmy, right? But...and I'm not even that religious, but I was so lost in that moment that if I had a snowball's chance of being with you, wherever the plane of existence, I was gonna take that chance."

"S...same here Luna. It's weird I guess...but I don't regret it...I mean, I love our family..."

"Me too dude...but...we can't let that control us. If...anything happens to me Linc, ya gotta move on, for me, alright?"

"...Luna?"

"Dude, I mean it...deal?"

"...on one condition," Lincoln said with a concerned expression, some tears going down his face.

"Hmm...I'm guessing I know what that condition already-"

"You gotta do the same for me. If anything happens to me, you need to move on too, don't take your life, okay?"

"...okay...I'm glad we'll never have to ever consider those things though bro, cause I'm hellbent on sticking with ya in this realm for as long as I can," Luna said, pulling in Lincoln for a deep kiss. Lincoln rattled and shuttered with deep, emotional connectivity with Luna's kiss, pushing his head into hers with equal force. They suddenly pulled away.

"So...shake on it?" Luna asked with a big happy smile.

"...I like "make-out" to it better," Lincoln whispered, before pulling Luna in for a deep, tonguing kiss.

"No matter what happens Luna, I don't ever wanna lose you."

"Me too dude. You and me, against the world, together forever?"

"And ever," Lincoln said with a big smile as Luna curled her head under his, laying her left cheek on his chest.

"I love listening to you breath...it soothes the raging, developing rock god in me."

"It didn't help earlier though," Lincoln joked, laughing a little at her.

"Oh ha ha ha bottom-boy! HA!"

"Hey! You turned into a hypersexual cat or something Luna! What could I do?"

"Hmmmm...point taken...bottom boy, ahhahahahahah."

"Yeesh, I'm never gonna live that one down with you, am I."

"Like I said bro, I'm more than willing to give my big A virginity to you so we'd be on equal grounds."

"Hmmm...maybe...we'll see. Just keep on your toes Luna."

"Oh, I will, while you're poundin me back door hard...uuuhh...Uuhhhh...UUUUHH!" Luna jokingly moaned harshly as she pretended to get thrashed from behind by Lincoln. Lincoln just blushed and looked the other way.

"Man you're easy to fluster; one of my favorite things about ya little dude."

"Little? I'm fourteen guitar-queen."

"Didn't stop ya from developing a kink for old black ladies dude," Luna said chuckling with her eyes closed, before the roared right open.

"Oh shit...I crossed a line on that on...I'm sorry Lincoln. Dunno what I was smoking to say that...that's fucked up."

Lincoln just held a blank expression, seemingly stunned petrified.

"Lincoln? I'm sorry! I was just tryin to slice a tinge of tension, and my mouth got away from me; wicked fail on my part mate, I apologize."

Suddenly Lincoln keeled over and fell off the bed, laughing his ass off and rolling back and forth. Luna cocked her eyebrows up in surprise and confusion.

"Damn...you really do have some emotional issues we gotta deal with dude. Lincoln? Bro? Ya cracked?"

Lincoln, still cracking up, rose from the ground, unintentionally curling his hands and toes, cracking them and his loose joints, and wobbled with a slightly chaotic grin; it rather unnerved Luna to see Lincoln look...so unhinged.

"...dude?"

He leaned his head into Luna's chest, still giggling, now like a small child.

"Oh my god! I needed that Luna. Seriously, ya succeeded my rocker gal. Thank you...pretty fucked up all things considered, funny in the strange context we got...ehehheheeheaaaahhha...man that was funny as hell."

"Uhhh...yeah, why I usually leave it to Luan to bring on the comedy stuff. She's got more taste and reserve; I'd probably make a really tasteless joke like that if I was nervous, but worse...you good bro?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Geez...I sorta blew up laughing my ass off at how fucked that was. Again, thank you Luna. Needed something to knock me off my feet."

"Well, uuhhm...no prob Lincoln. Always willing to sweep my little bro off his feet," Luna said with a snicker, slowly wiggling her fingers down towards his toes.

"Oh HELL NO! I'M PREPARED!" Lincoln bellowed happily, pulling a random feather out.

"...oh shit...LUAN TOLD YOU?" Luna whimpered loudly, looking like a deer about to be run over by a sedan.

"EN GARDE!" Lincoln growled with a smirk, pointing the feather closer and closer at Luna's belly button.

"NO! I'M TICKLISH!"

"HA! LUAN WAS RIGHT!"

"...LUAN YOU TRAITOR! WHEN DID YOU EVEN TELL HIM!?"

Lincoln lunged at Luna as she squirmed back in his bed. He got on top of her, used an arm to hold both hers back as he began tickling her belly.

"NOOOOAHAAAUUHUHU HAHAAHHA!"

"Poor Luna, falls apart from an old wilted feather, figures," Lincoln said with a stinker face, enjoying this major distraction now from his prior thoughts.

"NOT FAIR DUDE!"

"The hell it isn't. You told the twins and Lily I'm ticklish on my belly and my feet. This is payback! Told ya I would."

"YOU SUCK MAN!"

"I actually lick, but I suck it as well, that doorbell is pretty big," Lincoln whispered with a sultry smirk.

"Damn...aahahhahahaahahah," Luna snickered, Lincoln giving Luna a break from tickling her. Both were sweating, happy and enjoying each other's goofy company...when they realized Lincoln was sitting on top of Luna's groin...rather erotically.

Both seemed to realize it at once, and froze.

"Whoa...dude, you're on me, like a girl would be doing on a guy."

"Yeah...didn't mean to let that happen."

"Uhh...uhm, Lincoln?"

"Ye...yeah?"

"Mind...mind if I try something real quick? Since...we're in position?"

Lincoln's eyes went wide, as did Luna's; he had a weird knot in his stomach form, getting the vibe of what he felt she wanted to try.

"Lu...Luna? Are you...want to thrust up?"

Dead silence. Dead silence and...blushing, marginal stares all around.

"...maybe you should pop off then luv, so we-"

"I'll...I mean, go ahead...Luna. If you wanna...oh boy..."

"Ya sure dude? Cause...it was...I was just curious...if ya really do like being...ya know...the receiving end?"

"...I guess that's on the chopping block tonight then, huh?"

"Sorry bro, I'll just slide out from-"

Lincoln suddenly made a very faint moan with his eyes barely closed, his face somewhat morphing a tinge of laxing submission, and it threw Luna off, big time.

"...dude? Did you just...whimper? Like I was...we're in the cowgirl position Linc...maybe we shouldn't-"

"I'm sorry Luna," Lincoln said, blushing and looking away in severe embarrassment, "I...I just wanted to let you have what you wanted...sort of...maybe me? Crap, I dunno, I just...got a little flustered and too willing to...ya know..."

"It's okay dude. You're testing your proclivities, it's pretty natural after earlier. I mean...we all...have some strange things about us, ya know?"

Lincoln just wrapped his arms around his waist, looking ashamed.

"Dude? Don't worry. It doesn't bother me that ya may have a little bit of a submissive side. Kinda cute and adorable actually luv. And I'm sorry for pushin it with ya. Should of backed off, especially with the way things are."

"...I just wanted to make you happy Luna, regardless of my own...mixed feelings."

"No problemo luv, it's all about the love anyways, right? We just need love; love is all we-"

"Uhhhhuuhhu," Lincoln moaned out with a bit more force, marginally rocking his body up and down on Luna's groin. Luna's whole body went petrified.

"...holy shit dude...y...you...want me to...push up bro?"

Lincoln dropped his head, sweating a bit now...and nodded.

Luna hiccupped, nervous and feeling extremely unsure, but...felt like they were each somewhat egging on the other to initiate.

So she did.

Luna rocked her body up just a smidge, Lincoln's body following suite; he seemed to bite his lower lip just barely, Luna seeing his chipped tooth pressing down hard in an awkward, curious, conflicted and rather bashful way; Luna found it adorable...alien for him to be this willing to be submissive, but ever since their time last night, and all that happened earlier afternoon...their usual curiosities and proclivities were being utterly shattered to new, erotic forms.

And it seemed Lincoln was rolling with it, literally. He gripped his legs under Luna's, curling his toes and using them to grab onto her pant leg to ballast himself.

"L...Luna...this is weird...I...I dunno...but this...it's not as bad as I thought," he mumbled, Luna swearing from his tone she detected some rather confused feelings of being turned on like this.

"Dude...bro...it's okay, uhuhuh...oh man bro...Linc, this...is so new and-"

"Exciting?" Lincoln blurted out with a rather lusty smile, looking down on Luna with passive eyes. He caught himself saying that, then went rigid again.

"Shit...fuck, I'm way sorry Luna, but...I like it...this...oh my god...I LIKE THIS! AUAHHHUUH!"

"SSSHHHHH. Lincoln? We don't have to do this if you don't-"

"But I want to!" Lincoln cried out in need, shocking Luna even more. Lincoln looked away, totally embarrassed, not sure how to look at Luna now.

She took a deep breath, sighed, then another breath...then pulled Lincoln's head and kissed him vigorously.

"Lincoln...I don't care whatever you like. I wanna make you happy, whether it's me cumming, you...takin a rather untraditional role, I don't care. It's you dude, for only you, cause I love you."

"L...Luna," Lincoln whimpered in her mouth, before she propped him with a bit more rugged force, back on her lap...then started thrusting even more upwards into Lincoln.

"Ohhh..uuhuhhu...L...Luna...I...I've been so confused lately, so...out of it ya know?"

"Uuhu...uhmm...yeah dude...I know," Luna mumbled mid-thrusting, Lincoln holding on now tighter and tighter.

"And I know we've had a lot of things happen to us in such a short amount of time. I'd never in a million years think any of this would be possible too."

"Ditto bro!"

"I...I love you Luna! So much...soOUUHHHHHHHhuuuhh...fuck Luna! AUAhhh...Why does this feel so wrong yet so right?"

Luna threw some pillows at Lincoln to cover his erratic moaning and whimpers. It muddled and confused the waters all to hell between them, and yet they were pushing onwards.

"Cause...I...I dunno bro. It's...different, but as long as it's with you Lincoln, it feels...it feels so fucking good!"

Luna kept thrusting in Lincoln's cowgirl stance over and over as he began sweating, his longer than usual hair dancing and wrapping around his head.

"Lincoln...I...I feel it man...ohhh...oOH FUCK! I...UHUHUH-"

"Me...ME TO LUNA!" Lincoln cried in the pillow, "but...NOT YET!"

Lincoln suddenly rolled off, then lifted Luna's legs up, pulling her pants and panties down slightly, his face now full of determination.

"Dude?"

"Thanks...thank you Luna...I still want to see you go first, and I owe you big time, so..." he said seductively, his lips and mouth saturated with a cascading wall of saliva, before diving in head first, eating out Luna in violent, sultry fashion. Luna had to pile-on two pillows on her face so her screaming couldn't be heard by the rest of the house.

Luna's shocked, muffled screaming got even raspier and jagged with her alarmingly inconsistent breaths; Lincoln was doing everything from last night in the hot tub, and then some.

"Fu..FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! AAUAHHH!" Luna shrieked into the pillow, ready to blow up herself, before kicking off Lincoln momentarily.

"JESUS FUCK LINCOLN! YOU'RE TEARIN MY HEAD OFF BRO!" Luna cried harshly with tears of pleasure and shock filtering out. Lincoln's expression got a bit morose from being kicked off.

"Was...was I too harsh? Did I hurt you Luna?"

"Dude...I..." Luna stuttered, eyes wide, looking up to his ceiling, breathing and talking into the pillow since she didn't trust herself.

Luna suddenly lifted her legs up and backwards, feet by her ears, ankles by her head and neck.

"Bro...your pants are still on, right?"

"Ye...yeah...I sorta pre-oozed in them...sorry."

"Don't be. Lincoln...please...I want us to cum at the same time...please," Luna begged, tears of ecstatic need, joy and wanting pleasure coursing down her freckled face. Lincoln felt this odd, jumbled mix of submission, yet domination, take him over. But it wasn't about the power he was being given...it was how emotionally connective Luna wanted to be...orgasming at the same time together.

Their resonance.

They resonated, to such a ridiculous degree.

Lincoln, breathing heavy, noting that his room felt more like a hot humid day in the Amazon, their body odors coursing thick, leaned his body over Luna's in a half-dry missionary position.

"Dude...Lincoln," Luna hiccupped, "it's...I want us to be releasing at the same time. We can still be virgins, while becoming...becoming one...forever..."

"F...forever Luna?"

"Forever...my white-haired dew."

Lincoln leaned his head down, nudging his forehead into Luna's, looking deep into her eyes...his own getting glossy and wet.

"Forever...my rocker gal," Lincoln whispered into her ear, before locking lips with Luna, the seismic intensity of this near-flower taking situation rippling Luna's body while his prominent bulge tried defying the confines of his jeans.

He suddenly placed his fingers inside Luna, rippling her inner layers and nerves to the point Luna convulsed and shook her legs violently, wrapping Lincoln up now and pulling him down as he still thrusted up and down.

Lincoln closed his face against hers tighter and tighter, frenching his tongue, Luna following Lincoln's rhythm, opposite of him following hers.

He rocked into her harder and harder, both moaning harshly into each other's mouths; Lincoln haphazardly scrounged up the pillow, placing it around their heads in an attempt to cover their sounds.

It partly worked. The somewhat repaired bed rocked faster and faster with Lincoln's covered, bulging pants smacking into the private exposed areas of Luna. Even through his jeans, he could feel her soaked wetness permeating, as could Luna feel his preliminary oozing.

They whimpered more and more so, vulnerable, yet united in a teary love making session that was as close as they would ever get; a few minor millimeters of fabric was all that separated them, and this fabric was slowly sloshing and adhering their fluids in unison together. Hiccups, nervous moans of delicate, true unification; they felt an even deeper bond and trust being forged between them.

"Promise uuhhuuhhhu...promise me Lincoln...promise me I'm not auuuuhhhh...a phase! Please!"

"My love, uuuhh...uhuhhu...you will never be a phase. Luna my rocker gal goddess, you're my pinnacle."

"Lincoln...LINCOLN! I'M...I'M GONNA!"

"Me too...ready?"

"Ready dude...always ready."

Lincoln thrusted hard into Luna's tender zone with even greater, passionate force, till the tingling pressure building swelled to its max...and both virgins lovers spilled their rapturous orgasmic love into each other. They melded their mouths, growling and moaning passionately and violently through their salvations

Lincoln pulled his fingers out, his hand and jean exterior, and some of his bed coated with Luna's ejaculate fluid, while his own oozed and precipitated onto Luna's tender, swollen area.

They both breathed heavily, looking at their respective messes...then at each other, deep into their eyes.

"L..huuuuuuuuuuuh...Luna...we, we just came together...we did it in sync."

"I know dude. I know how ya like me to blast off first, and that's just too adorable and thoughtful of you bro...but what I like? Is when be both cum at the same time."

"Wow...holy frickin dang wow Luna...that...that was...without a doubt, an even rival with last night at the tub...maybe more, and we didn't even do all the stuff."

"Last night was emotional dude...this one I think was a bit more, just a tinge luv."

"I...I guess that's why I'm shaking so strongly...feel weak and destroyed, but in a really good way," Lincoln huffed with a grin, smiling into Luna's deep, watery eyes.

"Even if we weren't doing this Luna, being with you is like a perpetual orgasm."

"...that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," Luna said with a teary laugh, pulling Lincoln close, hugging him tight with her legs still wrapped around him, grasping on for dear life.

"Don't let me go Linc...please...I don't ever wanna let you go."

"You won't have to worry about that Luna; I always got you."

---

Meanwhile, outside Lincoln's door, Luan had been keeping watch out in the hallway, doing various little miniscule comedy gags to occupy the sounds to drown out any above average sounds from Lincoln's room.

She heard everything, and she had the most put-on happy face possible, while all the while feeling drained of her will to continue on.

"Why...why couldn't that be me," Luan mused internally as she messed with Chinese finger traps, the snapping sounds of the finger traps and an assortment of comedy gags making multiple squeaking sounds, loud enough to muffle the sounds in the hallway, quiet enough to not filter down into the parent's room.

Luan however, had an uninvited guest outside of her awareness, an invisibly cloaked Lisa, who had ease-dropped with an advanced microphone poking out from her door, slithered just under Lincoln's door frame without either occupant's notice. The data from the event accumulated, the cloaked microphone cord and end was strung out back to her room in lightening speed.

Lisa walked back in her room, Luan totally unaware, still hanging by the door.

"Huuuuuh...Luna and Lincoln seem to have extreme emotional connectivity, far greater than even I would have surmised possible...our family...our lives...my life. Twas not what a super genius child prodigy should be occupying oneself with, the incestuous and dramatic elements of such a family...curse my irrational concern for these low-grade morons...I love them too much to permit them to bumble into an irreparable situation."

Lisa, sighing while taking her faux-pas glasses a la her self-corrective laser eye surgery, eyed Lily sleeping all bundled up.

Lisa seemed to feel a bit of jealousy at how carefree her little sister had it, being so close yet so far away from the action.

"...so utterly saccharine and innocent, much like Leni, even with her...current curious calamitous proclivities...so glad you'll never need to deal with this balderdash Lily," Lisa mumbled, before pulling a large trash can, and proceeding to spill her guts out in it, as quietly as she could.

"I...bleeeck...I gotta get LLM7-5-7-5 into Lincoln, his spermatogenesis needs to be modified ASAP...no telling when him and Luna might actually do that, intentionally losing their virginities and crossing the non-fabric zone of no return...genetics...offspring...nephews or niece...defects...the samples...almost done...almost done Lisa," she mumbled incoherently to herself.

"Thank cosmos I took no breaks post sample acquisition from brother's room; LLM7-5-7-5 is all primed and ready to be...eh ehmm...injected into Lincoln, posthaste...preferably while asleep...though he may have an involuntary expulsion of his prior spermatozoa if the nanobots work at full pace...Lincoln might be in for a rough, strange night. And poor, poor deluded, suffering Luan; either she's fully in-the-know and is cultivating this relationship between these two for her own ends, legitimately caring about them...or wants Lincoln...possibly Luna as well. Luan is such a warped case...I hope I can get her memories sapped."

Lisa sighed at her work bench, letting the breathing sounds of Lily's little chirps and snores sooth her muddled, stressed mind.

"But first things first. LLM7-5-7-5, then Luan's slow but steady denigrating mind...maybe I can utilize C-137's assistance on this. After all, as monstrous as he can be, he's as every bit a mental giant, even compared to me...but..."

Lisa paused, letting her mind meander around with a thought, "of all the possible Lisa's...why me. If only I could get my multiverse goggles and-"

"WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB! DID, *bleeecckk*, DID SOMEONE CALL MY MOTHAFUCKIN NAME!?"

"...oh good god, now what C-137?" Lisa sighed, seeing a green bubble form with a portal, the silhouette of a tall, lanky form with a spiky-haired head.

"I, I need a couple of high order equations solved. You can do em, right?"

"...I'm certain you can do those in your head instantaneously or just get one of your infinite devices or other multiverse selves to do it for you."

"Well I could...but I figured you needed a minor break from you fucked up family."

"...you've been chortling at watching my family fall for each other and apart, haven't you," Lisa said bitterly with utter dryness in her tone.

"AND I FUCKIN LOVE IT! HAHA! Been laughing my ass off the entire time. GOD DAMN YOUR FAMILY'S FUCKED UP AND FUNNY! WOOOO!"

"...my life."

"Like I said before, welcome to the club sister."

"...I hate this club."

"Me too Loud, now how...how'ow about those Cortex Utex-Cordendum multi-step equations; here's the chip. I owe you a few more favs, that cool dog?"

"Huuuuhhhh...it'll only take me a moment to compute them. Care to wait in the portal for a moment?"

"And stay longer in this fucked up dimension? Fuck that! I'll be back...uuuhh...whenever."

"C-137, are you trying to be nice to me? It's often difficult to filter your sincerity with your manipulative tendencies and outlook on everything known. My familial situation as you know is not entirely amusing to me since I have to play damage control."

"Meh...I'm bored. I don't really give a fuck, but you're one of the few beings outside the central finite curve that are actually cool girl. So...there's that; don't think I'm gonna blowin ya though, not till you're older."

Lisa just rubbed her temple like she had a monstrous migraine.

"Your conscientiousness is overwhelming," Lisa huffed sarcastically.

"Hey, I still got standards Loud; I've done nearly everything, but some things I ain't gonna touch, even if they're stupid, primitive human reservations and don't really matter in the multiverse."

"You humble me Sanchez...I'll have the equations solved in a matter of minutes, and save them for you to pick up another time of your choosing."

"Killer! And any progress with that long-term memory device? Mine tends to melt the brains of anything past two point five years. I'd fix it...but I don't really care. I just go into people's dreams and fuck with them. Hey! Use mine if ya want, no prob dog!"

"You've killed thirteen grandsons, seven granddaughters, three daughters and nine-hundred and sixty-nine son-in-laws...not to mention a slew of politicians, scientists and random individuals over your flagarant disregard for the long term effects of incepting on the human brain; why I don't want to use yours. I actually value my family."

"Touche little girl. Well, fuck it then. Good luck with yours, and stay outta tro-*BLECK*-ouble, kay?"

"As much as I can in my conflicted adobe environment...you're going to laugh at my family and situation when you depart, aren't you."

"Fuck yeah! My life sucks, but your family? Fuckin each other? Bruh, that's literally in the top tier of fuckery among fuckery, even past the epi-points of the central finite curve alone."

"Don't remind me...but at least my reality isn't uncharacteristically packaged up within another reality, Mr. Animated Cartoon character," Lisa said with a side smirk in her Cheshire Cat-like grin.

"Oh ha ha ha! Lord that fuckin brutal fact over me!"The silhouette sarcastically yelled back.

"I still find it astounding how most of your adventure's somehow manifest into a cartoon reality in my dimension. And my sincere sympathies for what happened with your daughter in your latest episode, though I find it entirely likely she would do that to you; abandoning her like that as a little girl may have unintentionally spurred on a long term latent Oedipus complex. I'm surprised you didn't catch on to that early on," Lisa remarked with a very tiny smirk.

"God damn it Loud, you didn't ne...BURP...need to bring that shit-show up...you didn't see me break down, did ya?"

"Hehe...every glorious second Sanchez, every glorious second."

"...FUCK!...FUCK FUCK!...wait a second, I don't give a fuck what you see. Just cause everything I do seems to manifest as a cartoon in your reality doesn't mean anything. Wha...wha, what's your beef with that, little creepadertlerd?"

"C-137...just...please have the chips on the multiverses ready when you have a chance, okay?"

"Oh ho ho! After fuckin with my emotions dog? You're lucky I got a thick skin and don't pussy out like my grandkid. Callin a favor this early already?"

"I've done many for you already...to questionable morality. The least you can do is ensure I get the data I need. And that's not the favor, you'll know when I ask you when I see you pop up randomly again"

"Fine, just get those equations done, I don't have time to actually care about it being done now. Ya know Loud? Listen...hey, are ya, aaha ya listening to me?"

"...I'm listening Sanchez."

"Look, you're family's fucked...well, your older siblings at least, no doubt about it, and frankly, you and I shouldn't give a fuck. It doesn't really matter as you know. Nothing does, whatever we do. You think your situation is fucked right now? Get a little perspective Loud."

"You're of course referring to the other infinite realities possible for my family."

"Fuck yeah. Do you know how much you lucked out Lisa? Try a reality where your older sister feeds you your younger sister, or your brother morphing into an incestuous sociopathic monster and impregnates and kills his sports sister and their unborn child, or-"

"Okay C-137, you made your-"

"No no wait! There's more! A reality where your brother dies slowly, dragging you and your family down a painful ordeal to his demise, a reality where you all beat the living tar out your brother and give him Syngenesophobia, or in a neighboring universe you and the whole family basically abandon your brother for some fucking ridiculous luck voodoo...wow, when ya think about it, your bro gets fucked over a lot, a regular butt-monkey...god damn Lisa...AHAHAAAAHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAH."

"...please resist pointing out these disturbing alternativ-"

"OH SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA! HOW COULD I FORGET! Shit...took a trip to one dimension, your sporty sis literally carries your brother's head in a bag, AHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!"

"...you sure take a lot of trips to random realities that happen to house my family."

"They usually house em, pretty standard stuff Loud. Even the gender-reversed ones..."

"And it would take me a millisecond to have you be silent C-137. Please desist your pontification-"

"OH WAIT! AHAH! A reality where your bro effectively works for the mafia, or, and my personal fav, one where everything happening to your family right now, is happening to the gender-flipped ones...JESUS CHRIST! Even across your central finite curve your family is fucked up...GOD DAMN IT THAT'S FUNNY! AHAHAHAAHH!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH RICK! SOME OF THOSE DON'T EVEN COUNT, AND YOU KNOW IT! DON'T MAKE ME TURN THAT PORTAL OFF WITH YOU IN IT!"

The room got deathly silent, the silhouette in the lime green portal not moving at all.

"...yeesh, touchy touchy. Alright, sorry for pushin your buttons, god damn kid."

"My apologizes C-137, but I'm not in the mood to explore the rampant degeneracy of my alternative reality families, or myself. I have very little care for the affairs in those realities; my focus is on my own, period."

"Well, good for you. At least you care. I'm not in the least inclined really, just thought they were hilarious. Makes me feel better about myselves...for like a nanosecond, HA! But, full disclosure, you are among the few Lisa's that I can trust."

"Oh?"

"Well...that, and you being a genius at such a young age...jesus fucking christ, you're only seven years old and already almost at my level. I was like, I dunno, like eighteen? Twenty? I'm sixty-three now, I've done some fucked up shit, and I really mean, fucked...up...shit! All I know is that you're probably gonna surpass me kid."

"...why are you telling me this Sanchez?"

"No reason really, just letting ya know to take it easy ya know, be careful and don't go overboard like I do...just hedging my bets, something I don't normally do, makin a good alle...WHOOOAAAAAA SHIT! MOTHERFUCKER! GOTTA GO LOUD! MY IDIOT MORON GRANDSON JUST LET OUT A GOD DAMN GURPMUMPADERP! TILL NEXT TIME! GET THOSE EQUATI, WOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

Then the portal closed on itself.

"...he'll live...but at this rate, he's gonna wipe out my reality one day with his recklessness, apathy and nihilism ...I should really allocate some time to buffer this universe and reality from his destructive capabilities, heaven knows how many universes and near-infinite number of beings he's destroyed in less than a nanosecond...somehow...that's one mission, but only after I get Lincoln and Luan situated."

Lisa huffed and looked over to her various shelves of chemical instruments, as well as her overall laboratory set up. She managed to ingrain into Lily very early on to never ever mess with her make-shift laboratory; all her other, more dangerous chemicals and devices she locked up underground, at the community college, secretly stored with her inter-dimensional confidant via favors, or...house them somewhere a bit more...micro in scale.

"...huuuuuhh...I need some chocolate...I still have a lot of work ahead of me for the next several weeks," Lisa huffed, wiping her itching head. She pulled out a small metal flask, containing a highly enriched, concentrated chocolate drink. Lisa took a long swig, before feeling a monumental wave of controlled, explosive exhilaration sweep her body and mind.

She smiled, cracked her neck, then pressed a button on her bench; a small protective bubble of her design shielded Lily, soft, airy and warm, keeping the youngest child acoustically isolated and safe from the scientific and, potentially morally questionable research Lisa was about to engage in. A low soothing emerald green force field then turned on along all sides of the room, presumably to shield against blasts, the unexpected or sounds.

"LLM7-5-7-5...a few more checks to ensure little to no effects...then you Luan...my biggest project yet...oh yeah...Lincoln's ordeal online, that won't take too long...god damn it...GOD DAMN I FEEL GOOD! TIME TO IMPLEMENT MY MASTERFUL MACHIAVELLIAN TRICKS AND TECHNICAL HANDIWORK! LINCOLN? I WILL PERMANENTLY MODIFY YOUR SPERM!"

---

Luan did her part muffling the sounds from Lincoln's room with her bumbling comic tricks in the hallways. Retreating back to her room when the sounds stopped, she cursed Lincoln and Luna for being so loud.

"It's like they're not even freaking trying to hide it. Those jerks!" Luan whimpered, feeling a tear trickle down her face. She made sure the door was closed shut as she felt tears from everything beginning to well up.

But she cut them off; she hated feeling like this. She starved her eyes, swallowed the knots running up her throat and laid back in her bed. She put on her Groucho Marx glasses, breathed in and out, and tried to force some sleep on herself, her horniness dwindled finally.

"Sleep...peace...sorrow...my life...why is this the way it is? Why can't I be normal again? And why Lincoln? And Luna...Luna," Luan growled, feeling intense emotions...jealousy, arousal? She couldn't quite peg it, but it made her confused and angry, and yet also wanting to protect what Lincoln and Luna had formed.

It was the least she could do in her mind, given what she has done, seen and wants to do, especially with a white-haired little brother.

"...I'm fucked, but ya know? The important thing is that I know I'm messed up, and knowing is half the battle. Knowing you're a monster can help you control the monster...right?"

Luan began to close her eyes, thinking about how in the next few days she, Luna and Leni would be with him at that funeral for that old black lady that died in front of him, how that was going to pan out...Lucky for them Lynn and Lucy could watch the house.

A burst of exhaustion hit Luan, before slowly letting her mind ease back...when suddenly something pressed her shoulders.

Luan opened her eyes, and to her astonished surprise...Leni was standing right above her.

"Oh...Leni, what's up?" Luan asked delicately, wiping a tear off her face.

Leni in her usual night gown...looked a bit too intimidating in her rather stoic looking stance.

Leni took a hand and wiped Luan's cheeks away of the stray tears on her face.

"Le...Leni? Are you okay?"

"...I will be. And please don't cry. Come with me," an unsettlingly heavy, lusty voice said, coming from Leni.

"...oh...it's...it's you, other Leni," Luan mumbled skiddishly, nervous, but partly at ease in knowing who was staring down with a plain but sexually craving face.

"Luan...come with me please...please?"

"Oh...okay Leni...other Leni...are we...gonna-?

"Yeah...if you don't mind."

"...hehehe, you're insatiable other Leni."

Luan weakly wiggled out of her bed, and other Leni grabbed her hand. Luan couldn't believe how a change in personalities could completely alter Leni's physical presence; it blared physical power, stature of a titanitc goddess...and latent sexual energy that was the only thing that could rival Luan's hypersexual imaginations and tendencies.

"...did you know your boobs are huge and hot?" Other Leni said in a sultry whisper.

"I...I've been told that, a lot. Those folks always boob their way in an awkward statement about my knockers, before I knocker them out, ahahahahahaha, get it?" Luan giggled.

"I get it," Other Leni said sweetly yet with a strong tone, closing the door on her room.

Luan didn't even realize it, but only a few steps and doors later, they were in Leni's room, fashion designs still draped on her sewing desk.

"Did...did you pop out when Leni was working on a design?"

"No, I always let Leni finish up; she was just prepping for a project. I convinced her I needed to do some research."

"So...other Leni? Where does my sister go? When you're out?"

"A safe...wonderful place, a landscape tailor-made by her."

"EHhehhehheh, tailor-made, that's funny, cause ya know, Leni doing tailoring stuff?"

"Yeah..." Other Leni sighed passively, before closing her door, locking it tight. Apparently there was a chain lock on the door now.

"Oh...that's new," Luan observed with some surprise, "how long did it take you to pin that up?"

"Not long Luan...not long...so...we can talk if ya want...but...I really want to do some more stuff...right now..." Other Leni said, seemingly acting a bit bashful. Luan could swear she saw her cheeks blushing, even in the semi-dark of the room.

"Other Leni? Do...you wanna..."

"Yes...so...so bad, unless you're tired. Otherwise..."

"It's okay...I mean...if...if you really need some...but I thought the whole Carol, Becky and Terri thing sort of satisfied you."

"Luan? You...you're going to learn that I really...really am insatiable. And I think you might be too. You're just better at controlling it."

"I wouldn't say that other Leni, I-"

Other Leni suddenly pushed Luan on her back onto the bed, causing Luan to squeak nervously as Leni crawled over Luan.

Other Leni looked down at Luan's breasts, waving an arms and her hand around Luan's face.

"You really are a cute, sweet comedian sis, ya know that?"

"You...you think so other Leni?"

Other Leni just nodded, before tracing her hand down between Luan's legs, causing Luan to whimper and turn red.

"I...I know how you're usually so dominant in this weird thing we just started all of a sudden Luan...but. But...do you mind if I...have a turn?"

Leaning her head down, looking into Luan's eyes for a moment with lust, her fingers punctured through Luan's yellow pajama sweats. Luan could feel her skin levitating from the tingling rippling sensations across her body.

"...eventually...but...Luan?" Other Leni asked warmly.

"Yeah?"

"...am I good to do this to you?"

"Yeah, you're good other Leni...this, feels so wrong, but it feels so, so right."

"And one more thing," Leni whispered, leaning her mouth near Luan's neck, breathing heavier and heavier.

"...Luan?"

"Other Leni?"

"...you can say his name while I'm doing it if you want, I don't mind. I...I might say it as well."

Luan got even redder, her whole body now sweating hard, her breasts feeling like they were swelling and engorging from excitement, her groin lathering, slicking and wetting itself for the anticipation of the coming onslaught of activity. Luan found herself lifting her arms slightly, placing her hands on Leni's face; for a moment, it materialized into Lincoln, then other Leni, then it fazed back and forth repetitavely.

Other Leni caressed one of Luan's enormous breasts still housed in her white tank top; she leaned her chin down and nuzzled against them, even nibbling along the nipple a bit.

"Uhuuuhhh...that...that feels good," Luan whimpered in a blush, sensing some of her milk dribble out. Other Leni pawed at her other breast, this time inducing a huge jet of milk to squirt out. Before long Luan began feeling playful and grabbed at other Leni's ass cheeks. Other Leni just gave a devilish smile, now salivating all over from her chin. The saliva dripped onto Luan's breasts, exposed neck and shoulders, and some on her face.

"I've Bum-bled my way to caressing some cheeky moments; asinine of me, ahahahah, get it?"

"...just for that comedy girl, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars," Other Leni purred.

"That's the idea Einstein, heeeeheeehee."

Luan lifted her head a little, and other Leni closed the gap, their mouths wrapping around each other. Other Leni suddenly forced her fingers inside Luan, causing Luan to cry out in surprise, terror and pleasure, her face contorting with husky ecstasy. She stopped herself from saying a certain name that rippled across her mind, eerily planted in her mind by the one slowy grinding into her.

"Don't fight it Luan, it's okay...say his name."

Luan squealed and squeaked, trying vain to not say it.

"Luan...it's okay," other Leni said in an untypically reassuring voice, sounding just like Leni usually does in her naive, bubbly self.

"Only...only if you tell me...for real other Leni...you love him too. Like I do. If you really mean it."

"...I'll kill and destroy for him Luan. I love him, just like you."

"Then..." Luan mumbled, before taking a hand and sliding it around other Leni's crotch, puncturing her gown, and shoving several fingers inside the wet, swollen area. Other Leni's face contorted in embarrassed, nervous pleasure, whimpering herself. Luan found it adorable how she could actually make somebody as intimidating and dominant-feeling as Other Leni quiver awkwardly.

"We say his name...together," Luan whispered, as other Leni gyrated and punctured even more into Luan while Luan did the same to other Leni.

"Re...ready?" Luan asked mid-moan; their frames wobbled from the intense, nervous pleasure they were feeling.

"Ready Luan," other Leni whined, before she started thrusting into Luan, both now moaning into each other's mouths harder and harder, their hands and fingers getting more spastic and erratic inside each other.

"Auuuuhhh...AU...AUUUU...oh fuck YEAH!" Other Leni cried out, before she leaned down and horsely whispered, "...I...I'm gonna cum so hard in a second Luan!"

"Me too...OH GOD ME TOO! DON'T STOP LENI! AAUAUUHHUH! FUCK! AUUUUUU...LINCOLN! DON'T STOP!"

Luan's eyes went wider than dinner plates; other Leni just gave a sweet, saucy look, and started humping into Luan even harder, both now squirming even more and more.

Then, both about to reach the cusp of their pleasure, they looked into each other's eyes, and screamed.

"AAAAAAAUUHUHUHU! LENI!"

"AAAAAUUUU! LUAN! LINCOLN!"

"LINCOLN!"

And when they both quietly cried out his name in gasping shouts, they both orgasmed from their regions, right into each other. Their creamy fluids gushed like two tsunami striking at opposite sides, swashing under themselves and all over Leni's bed covers.

They both heaved, reaquiring their breath. Other Leni flipped over and collapsed next to Luan, holding her hand tight as they starred at Leni's ceiling; at some point post-Lori's moving out, Leni had painted the ceiling a brilliant set of colors, and several landscapes that looked suspiciously like the meadow and beach she had dreamed of being with Lincoln, her own mental oasis and serentiy, in artistic form.

"Wow...Leni's a really good artist," Luan mused with a happy smile.

"She is Luan. She's the best thing about me...me, not so much."

"What other Leni?"

"...it's like you said Luan, I'm depraved. More so than you, cause I have no reservations in destroying the world and everyone in it if it means keeping Lincoln safe."

"...that's pretty dark Other Leni...but...I sorta get it."

"And...I'm afraid what I'm capable of. You got a taste of it earlier when I blackmailed those girls into having sex. Luan? That's just the tip of the iceburg, and with Lincoln...please keep watch of me, will you?"

"I...I think you have a lot more self control than you give yourself credit for Other Leni. I don't really fear you, and I think your heart's basically in the right place."

"...I'm still terrified of myself Luan. I'm far more savage than you've seen. I've only reveled my sex-side, not my "no mercy" and "eternal suffering" side. Anyone who threatens or harms Lincoln, you, any of our family...I won't be able to stop myself Luan...I'm...I'm a monster..."

Luan rolled over to see something she thought she would never see; it was Other Leni, her face stoic, but her eyes, glossy, tears running down.

Other Leni was crying.

Luan just flipped to her side and wrapped up Other Leni in a tight hug, keeping her close and nuzzling her.

"Don't worry Other Leni; I won't let you go overboard."

"...Luan," Other Leni whimpered lowly, before burying her head into Luan's shoulders.

For the first time, Other Leni cried, sad about her existence, yet happy knowing she could have a comedian sister to watch her back. She sniffled in the moist, husky, coconut smelling fabric of Luan's shirt, feeling more at ease than turned on by Luan's natural odor.

"Hey...other Leni? Like you said, we'll get through this, together. It won't be so bad. You were there for me earlier, so I'll be there for you. Okay?"

"Ye...yeah Luan...thank you. But...I hate seeing Lincoln in so much pain...Luan? He's in so much pain, I can feel it, and I can't do a god damn thing about it!" Other Leni choked. Luan just held on tighter.

"I can't talk to him, tell him he'll be safe...I couldn't keep him safe Luan; we almost lost Lincy...Luan? Promise me you'll watch over him?"

"I already do other Leni, so does Leni, mom and dad...Luna."

"Yeah...Lincoln's really close to Luna most of all...lucky bastard. But as long as she keeps him safe...I mean, at least we know we're the only ones who got it bad for Lincoln, right?"

Luan felt her body go stiff for a moment.

Other Leni didn't know about Lincoln and Luna being a secret thing.

And as much as Luan was grateful for this situation...this had to be kept a secret, even from other Leni.

"Luan?"

"Oh...nothing...just, out of curiosity, you know everything now about Lincoln and that old lady on the-"

"Yeah...I...I do. Now I want to see if Lisa can invent something that will make a tornado feel unbearable pain."

"...dark, but understandable other Leni. I just wanted them to come home safe...I wanted you to come home safe," Luan said warmly, nuzzling her head into other Leni's.

"That's sweet Ms. Funny...but I'm still haunted by seeing them fly off like that...Lincoln and Luna..."

"Jesus titty fucking christ other Leni...that's right. You may be in Leni's mind, but...you saw it happen too. I...I'm so sorry."

"...I thought they died. I...I fell apart, but somehow, Leni turned out to be the strong one between the both of us; she ran us into that tornado."

"...you wanna talk about this other Leni?"

"...no...I...I just want Lincoln and all of us to be okay and safe...like, seeing that dead mom didn't help any, but at least me and Luna saved that baby...I mean Leni and Luna...wow, this get's confusing," other Leni chuckled.

"I'll say. It's either "other Leni" or "proto-Leni." But I like "other Leni."

"Eh...Luan?"

"Hm?"

"We got it bad for Lincy, don't we."

"...yeah...yeah, we do...but we're gonna be good older sisters and not push him away...and we're going to comfort him, whenever he needs it, especially at this funeral we're going to in a few days."

---

Author's Notes

Salutations all,

This will be the very first time I ever do this in my fic. I've left messages in the Review section of my fic, but upon reflection...that was a pretty fuckin stupid idea, HA! I didn't want to break the flow of my story, but, I feel the following is merited to break it.

I wish to take a moment and thank everyone and all at this point who have favorited, followed and stayed with my fic, since the beginning, very late, through the political bull, everything. As of now, I have sent a multitude of little thank-yous to quite a few of you, and the rest who haven't received a thank you, you will, in due time.

As of now, for those I've gone through my followers I'm not able to personally PM, I'm going to do a couple shout-outs;

-290845

- Captainrex22345

-Dylan1780

Two you, I thank you for favoriting.

And now for a re-shout out.

Codeblue, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart in taking some serious time in dissecting and getting your thoughts out on the menagerie and wall of details and sequences in my fic. I'll state it right now. Please, please, please PM me. Your reviews in a way subtly guide how this story progresses. It lets me think and processes the hundreds of steps and tidbits bumbling in my noggin.

There are a multitude of Guest Reviewers I'm not able to PM, and to those I can, but have not gotten to yet, I thank you.

Everyone, thank you all so very much. This is my first major writing project ever, and it's prep work and experimentation to see how I'd do if I ever buckle down and finish my novel I'm working on. Sadly it isn't lewd, but I think it has a relatively similar emotional core as this fic oscillates in.

Now, if I may make one request of you all reading my fic, and for the following chapter coming out, I would like to ask if you could either leave a quick, moderate or sizable review of what you thought, or PM me with your thoughts on the chapter, the fic in general, your favorite moments, your least, what you get emotionally from ready, what you feel. Feeling is the primary driver of this fic, first and foremost. The large gaps in time stem not only from my own life, but when I lack any feeling to write. If I don't know what to feel when writing, I stop and wait, days if I have to, so I apologize for keeping you on your toes.

I've noticed a lack of actual reviews, and one of my greatest pleasures in writing this fic is reading all your thoughts, critiques, suggestions, ideas, musings, jokes, the free market of literary discourse, pop up in analyzing this experimental piece of mine.

Again, I thank you all, and wish I could talk to every one of you.

CHEERS!

TotCall720

PS, I hope you like the chapter!