Chapter 18: 1:55 AM
Saturday, November 2nd, 2019
1:47 AM
The whole house seemed locked in a deep, recovering, rejuvenating sleep. Leni had snuggled in nice and warm in her bed, her face illuminating the landscape of dreams that gave her that tiny little smile the Louds knew and loved. Luan stayed until other Leni phased away, sneaking out as she transitioned back to Leni. Lynn was sawing down a huge sequoia again, Lucy of course sleeping soundly and happily to the generally annoying sound. Lincoln slept plainly in his bed, his own dreams giving mixed cycles of concern, content, sadness, happiness...he was going on a ride, that much was certain. Luna wasn't fairing any better, but luckily had the new earphones on Lincoln got her, her dreams cushioned by an endless stream of contemplative British rock. Luan was cuddled in an extra fluffy white and yellow blanket, feeling abnormally warm, but in a good way. Lola was cuddled in Lana's bed, after begrudgingly cleaning all the mud and fuzz on her pajamas. Lily was cuddled between Rita and Lynn Sr in their bedroom, leaving Lisa the sole occupant of their shared room.
This permitted the little genius to finally find the right moment.
The moment of molecular modification to Lincoln's evolutionary being.
"Heat signatures and oxygen consumption levels throughout the house indicate REM sleep levels...perfect. Drone neruochemical sensors confirm. This is the most opportune time to do it," she said with heavy weak eyes, energetically drained, but still bottling enough energy to push herself to do this one last task...and it would be in the top league for most important experimental modifications she had ever done up to this point in her life.
"Protocol LLM7-5-7-5...to now be initiated at 1:55 AM, Saturday, 11-2-19...expected result? Permanent modification to several units in Lincoln's homozygous recessive alleles that align with Luna or anyone in the Loud residence," Lisa said quietly into her IPod tape recorder.
"This procedure not only incorporates Mendelian genetic principles, but houses several of my own new methods of analyzing gene sequences and editing, cutting, modifying the biochemical generation of such, using nanobot technology infused with biomolecular editing methods...effectively a multistage process to ensure the highest degree of both safety and effectiveness. These factors in combination will allow...should such be the case...uuuggghhh...steady Lisa...will permit, any offspring, ie nieces and nephews, generated from the amorous copulating tendencies of Lincoln and Luna Loud, to not be pre-disposed with potentially severe hereditary diseases that manifest...or at least not be predisposed with a high probability for such occurrences. As a matter of fact, Lincoln will still technically be a blood relative, but almost nearly an outside family member, which means...holy Toledo...this procedure not only applies to Luna, but should I fail in my abilities to control the situation with Luan, possibly Leni...no, I'll keep the situation contained; it wouldn't come to that," Lisa harshly asserted, before shaking her head, huffing morosely, before taking one more swig of her metal flask of her own stylized chocolate drink, "...alright...let's get started."
Lisa dawned her glasses and pressed a button on her IPod; she suddenly became invisible, the light melding with the surrounding environment, producing a nearly unnoticeable outline, but in the dark, effectively invisible along every range of the electromagnetic spectrum.
Leaving her room door ajar, she tip-toed over to Lincoln's room, pulling out a cone-shaped device that seemed to poke out a bristly liquid metal that inserted itself in Lincoln's lock.
Moments later the door locked quietly opened, and Lisa entered in stealthily. Observing in the dark, she noticed the still rather warm surroundings of her older teenage brother's room. It was remarkable how little had changed even when a teenager, save for some new additions, the diorama she made containing that over-the-top effective aphrodisiac, his dresser, bed; the lay of Lincoln's own land was simply the same, only with slight modifications to his increased height.
Looking over to Lincoln, she saw him lying flat on his back, his right arm and leg dangling off the bed a bit, the covers half-covering him, and as it so happened...she could see the shape through his shorts some...quite noticeable.
"Huh...so that's why brother wears baggier jeans and doesn't parade around the house in his undergarments anymore. Thought he actually learned some manners...holy toledo brother...that must be around twenty-two to twenty-four centimeters...yeah... I'm going to delete this memory."
She shook her head, banging her noggin to psyche herself and got her mind back in the mission.
Lisa noted Lincoln's lower abdomen was exposed, and thus...with the proper surgical insertion, at the right angle...it would be the most optimal location.
She pulled out a small metallic device, no bigger than a thumb nail, and pressed it against Lincoln's lower abdomen, adjusting its location as low as she could get. She aimed around Lincoln's noticeable protrusion, avoiding it with every fiber of her being, finding herself further repulsed by being this close.
"Uhhhhhh, this is for science Lisa, for Lincoln, for Luna...for my sanity! Good heavens...Lincoln's in the zero point zero zero seven six seven percentage of Homo sapeins with...that. That's...repulsive."
Now aligning the device in range of Lincoln's crotch, making a mental side note for how little hair Lincoln seemed to have for one going into puberty, she talked to herself, recording the procedure quietly, readying the spot for optimal target insertion.
"Will now inject Lincoln's lower groin with LLM7-5-7-5, to which, the nanobots will enter and seek the interior regions of Lincoln's testes, his seminferous tubles, to which they will begin the immediate first phase of Lincoln's gamete modification, namely...the spastic, involuntary flushing of the already developed and currently developing spermatozoa, regardless of preparation for ejaculatory copulation...yeesh, sorry Lincoln."
Lisa wiped sweat building on her forehead, closing her eyes and listening deeply to Lincoln's relaxed breathing, taking in a sudden small smile on his face. He drooled a little in his pillow.
"...no, I don't want to know what in Goddard you got formulating in your sexually charged dreams brother...okay...back to the task... ehmm...time from initial injection of LLM7-5-7-5 to involuntary flushing period estimated at fifteen to twenty minutes. Flushing duration?...possibly between thirty seconds to five minutes, a ridiculous range but, my personal suspicion is five minutes; Lincoln's ridiculously high rate of sperm and semen production, as evidenced by thousands of individual sperm locomotion characteristics and semen biomolecular content tests from his samples earlier, indicate such, an abnormally high quantity of both...yuck...sperm and semen...at the very least, he'll never need to worry about being infertile."
Lisa took a moment to pause, nearly ready to barf her stomach out from how revolting her narrated thoughts and the overall procedure had become personally for her.
But she coughed sternly. She bucked up, cracked her neck, prepping to press the tiny button on the small device.
"Oh...before proceeding, mental note for further inquiry, last minute discovery should I forget; it appears that when acquiring the sperm samples from Lincoln's boxers, they were soaked...saturated in an unusual amount of PSA, prostate-specific antigen, effectively the female equivalent of ejaculated fluids. These antigens of course derived from Luna, and analysis of these specific PSA molecular qualities indicates a possible hereditary trait among the female loud siblings, though not necessarily...that the elders, and the younglings such as myself, could possess, like Luna seems to have, an unusual capacity of produce enormous amounts of female ejaculate...further research is needed, and will need to be investigated after Luan's memory extraction research/investigation."
Lisa took a deep breath, calming her nerves. It seemed her family had some extreme hereditary capacities, and the minor but troubling thought floated her mind as well...her future development.
"Good lord...I already have Luna and Luan's physical qualities to worry about...another time, I mustn't let myself go on another tangent...but will see if each of us houses those genotypic characteristics...out of curiosity's sake."
Lisa kept rambling and thinking about the slew of other experiments she would have to push through involving the nature of her siblings, possibly even her parents, but for now...she had to woman-up.
Now was Lincoln's hour of salvation...secret and underhanded, but salvation to Lisa nonetheless.
She was nervous, still uneasy about implementing this procedure on Lincoln. And yet, her concerns from the possible outcomes were just enough to push her reservations out of the way.
"Brother...I forever apologize for what I'm about to do; I will be forever making a modification to your personhood without your voluntary consent, not to mention in fifteen to twenty minutes you'll have a very awkward, uncomfortable ordeal...I hope in spirit you'll forgive me...1:55 AM in three...two...one...initiate!"
Lisa pressed down her thumb. A tiny, rather cute beep echoed. The device suddenly protruded a virtually invisible microscopic but extremely strong protruding needle into Lincoln's interior groin behind his crotch, striking all the way down to his interior testes, where the process of spermatogenesis took place, the site where Lisa would ensure the biomolecular machinery at the gamete genetic level would forever make Lincoln just slightly different...irreparably.
"I sure hope this is not a regretful process I've just imbued you with brother."
Lisa hurried out of Lincoln's room. A feeling of confusion yet relief took hold, and some elements of scientific excitement, the same she had from when she was much younger and routinely tested on her family.
She finally injected Lincoln with LLM7-5-7-5.
"And now, to wait and see how this turns out...but let me first delete that memory of Lincoln's genitalia!"
2:18 AM
"...nearing the twenty-minute deadline of expected involuntary expulsive contractions...Lincoln's body temperature increasing at linear rate...I wonder why he hasn't-"
Lisa paused from recording herself. She took another reading from the body heat sensors located inside Lincoln's walls.
There was a jump; the graph indicated it was minor but a noticeable, anomalous to the rest of the twenty minute long data points and trend line.
"Any moment it's about to commence, the nanobots have done their part in editing themselves into Lincoln's seminferous tubles, now they're about to induce involuntary expulsion of all of Lincoln's prior set of fully developed and developing sperm with the prior hazardous gamete genetics...he's gonna have a rough time..."
And within seconds, an infrared image of Lincoln showed his starting to wiggle and move.
Inside his room, Lincoln was sweating a storm, his mind unaware his body was undergoing a rather intense, albeit overall minor metamorphosis.
He suddenly woke up, rubbing his sandy eyes, feeling sore from the wanky position he was sleeping in.
"What the...auh dang it, why do I always contort in my sleep? I'm such a dunder hea...wh...wh...why do I feel tingly right now?" Lincoln mumbled with some alarm.
The intense tingling was coming from his private area, but, deep inside his...balloons.
"Uh...I was having a really good dream with Luna and the family, but I...oh no...I...am I gonnaaAHAUUAAHHAAAHUUAUHHA!"
Lincoln curled his body as an involuntary, shocking orgasm rocked his lean teen frame, causing him to keel over out of the covers and face-plant the ground.
"Ooow...did not see that coming," Lisa winced from watching Lincoln head-dive, "...good lord, that must have hurt...but it appears to be working," she said with a small smile, before she heard shattering across her room; the bedroom's window was open, and a light gust knocked down several glass tubes and beakers from her laboratory shelf onto the floor.
"Oh for heaven's sakes! Now? I...I should keep watch, but...those chemicals in combination will eat right through the floor, and I am in no situation to get chewed out by mother and father...it'll only take me a few minutes...what could happen?"
Lisa hopped from the infrared sensors to briskly clean the mess made my mother nature's impeccable timing; it was a bigger chemical spill than normal.
"Figures...I forget to put those superacids away. Where are my superbase neutralizers? What in tachyon quasiparticles? This is going to take forever to clean up!"
Back in the young teen's room, Lincoln gasped as his eyes flew wide open from adrenaline; the hurt from the face plant was only minor; this unusually intense orgasm came out of nowhere and knocked him out virtually.
"What the hell! Why did I just cuuUUUUUUUUAAAUHUAAAA! OH CRUD!" Lincoln cried out, trying to suppress his voice as he felt another orgasm rock his body, this one more powerful than the last.
"Holy shit...HOLY SHIT!"
Lincoln felt himself expel...in his boxers. He wiggled his shorts and boxers down, and saw it; a huge amount of his interior brooding DNA, lathered and soaked in his boxers, on himself, and he was still dribbling an inordinate amount from his now fully erect protrusion.
"...I GOTTA GET TO THE BATHROOM!" I cried out mentally, throwing off his boxers quickly and pulling his black, tight shorts back on. He ricocheted as quietly as possible from his room into the cool, quiet landscape of the hallway, speed-walking, feeling another brooding orgasm on its way.
"Shit...shit...FASTER LINCOLN! OH CRAP! I FEEL IT ABOUT TA-"
Lincoln slammed the bathroom door shut, rushed to the toilet and leaned over and dropped his black shorts, releasing another abnormally large orgasm, as well as a powerful load that shot out of him just in time. He had to brace himself, biting his lip and suppressing deep, intense moans trying to escape him. He tried to focus in the vulnerable ten seconds of this orgasm, aiming as best as he could in the toilet bowl, but he shot farther than expect, hitting the toilet rim, tank cover, even the flush handle. He could have sworn he may have shot up in the air too inadvertently.
Scared to death, he sweat, shook and grabbed the walls, taking huge breaths to calm himself down.
"Jesus christ...why am I doing this out of nowhere? And why so much?" Lincoln huffed out, still lurching over the toilet. Only half of what came out of him hit the water; the other half, invariably coated the porcelain toilet.
"Aw man...this ain't good. Lana frickin works and plays with this toilet every day. I gotta clean this up."
Lincoln grimaced at the thought a younger sister might accidently stumble upon one of his...deposits.
"I mean, with Luna it's different, but the others? Holy crudstones, I don't wanna think how bad that would be."
The bathroom light was still off; he decided to keep it off to not alert or attract anyone, especially Luna. He'd tell her what happened on another day, when things would simmer down.
He pulled out several rags, bundles of toilet paper ands towels from under the sink, rinsed them with hot water and scrubbed down the toilet as best as he could, getting every spot, every nook he could find. In all this strange activity, Lincoln chuckled at how he finally wiped down the toilet like his dad asked him days ago.
About to call it quits, he looked up along the wall.
"...dang it; how in heck did I even shoot that far?"
One more detailed wiping and cleaning, along the side of the wall, and the bathroom seemed to look even cleaner than before. Lincoln's paranoia at shooting such a huge, chaotically-coating load made him clean pretty much all the nooks within a five foot radius of the toilet and of himself.
"There...talk about late-night cleaning, hahaha...but what the heck was that all about? I already shot off like five times since yesterday. Ya think I'd be out of ammo, heheehheh. But seriously, as funny and weird as that is, why did that happen? How do I got so much coming out of me, no pun intende..ee...eeeuuuhooohoh...uh oh."
The tingles.
They began to ripple him again.
He grabbed the sink, terrified what to do.
"...think fast...THINK FAST...WAIT! THE SHOWER! THAT'S IT! I can blow in there, and the mess will be contained and taken care of by the hot waaaauauhhuhu...I GOTTA HURRY!"
Lincoln ripped a large towel out of the sink, turned the shower on hot, full blast, rocketed his shorts off and frog-hopped into the hot, humid shower.
He felt he had ten or so more seconds.
"Oh crap...uhhhhhu, oh god...this is gonna be a big one, I can...UUHUHhh...uuhhuuh..."
Lincoln moaned in pain; the coming orgasm hadn't even hit him yet, and he was already feeling the knock-out nervous system tingles and shakes.
He breathed, leaned into the most intense part of the shower's water pressure shooting down, aiming for the shower drain from a distance so the strong streams of hot waters would pull down and pulverize his approaching inner fluids...
Lincoln had forgotten in his compelled orgasmic state of mind to lock the bathroom door, and with the lights still out, add to that the shower was loud...loud enough to muffle any noise, and block the sounds of another Loud groggily slumping to the bathroom.
Without him knowing, the door suddenly popped open.
"Uhhhhuuhu," Lincoln whimpered harshly, feeling a little at ease to release some vocals from the coming orgasmic onslaught. Lincoln, facing away and not paying attention, didn't see the silhouette behind the double shower curtains turn her head curiously towards the commotion and moaning.
Lincoln whimpered even louder, now tugging and trying to get this feeling out as quick as possible. He arched inwards, his body leaning at an angle, now jerking as roughly as he could. The silhouette's body motion indicated some concern and reservation. Lincoln couldn't hear the faint, "...hey, are you okay sis?"
Still locked in his acoustic and visual tunnel vision, Lincoln felt himself ready to blow, now willing to embrace the anomalous spontaneous pleasure coursing through his tender body and mind.
"Hey! Leni? Luan? Is that you The hell's goin on with ya?" The silhouette more harshly asked, Lincoln still not able to hear. The silhouette shook in concern, now heading towards the shower, placing a hand on the curtains, slowly pulling them back.
The silhouette could see hot, red feet, Lincoln's, arched as he stood on his toes, but couldn't make out whose feet they belonged to.
"Hello? You okay? Do ya need mom and dad or somethin?"
And then, just as the curtain was being pulled back all the way, Lincoln cried out in pleasure, orgasming hard, his body rocking as he shot the biggest load of the night, shooting several enormous streams from his abnormally large, pulsating member. His face was locked in pleasure, eyes still closed. He rocked his head back, wiping his longer than average white hair...and opened his eyes too look down, then noticed the curtains were drawn open.
"Li...Li...Lincoln?" The now visible body stammered with a violent, quivering stutter.
Standing there in her white socks, wearing a red and white knee-long jersey with the number-one logo... was Lynn Loud.
Her jaw dropped, gapping wide open in shock, face boiling red through her freckles, her whole body rattling like a tiny tree in a huge earthquake, Lynn's eyes were focused squarely on Lincoln. She saw it happen live, him orgasming, him ejaculating, him moaning and warping his body in compelled pleasure...she saw it all happen in real time.
Lincoln froze solid, terrified, petrified...he had no plan out of this one. She found him cranking it hard.
"LYNN! OH MY FUCK! I'M SO...HOLY MOTHER OF-"Lincoln cried out, yet his body still unable to respond, his legs quivering but unable to close in on themselves or his arms and hands to cover his area.
"Lin...Lincoln...holy mother...it's so...bi-" Lynn mumbled in her shutter, before gurgling in huffing gasps, "I GOTTA GO!"
She pulled the shower curtains closed at the speed of light and furiously walked backwards.
She suddenly slipped, landing right on her butt hard.
"LYNN! YOU OKAY!?" Lincoln cried out in as loud a quiet tone he could, now fumbling with the towel hanging along the shower curtain rod.
"Damn it! I thought I cleaned it all!"
Lynn tried getting up, but her right hand slipped on the slick bathroom floor. She lost her usual nimble grip to something her hands had unintentionally found themselves in, and her fingers were smeared all over with it.
Lincoln swung open the curtains, a towel now draping his lower body, and jumped out, heading for his downed sister to make sure she didn't get hurt.
"Dang it! Lynn, are you okay?"
"Uuuu...owwww..I...I think I'm-" Lynn mumbled, before the nerves in her fingers registered how sticky and thick the substance was. Her eyes widened up again...she realized what it was.
Lincoln quickly kneeled down on his knees next to her and tried making sure Lynn was okay from her fall. She was visibly uninjured, only dazed, but not dazed from the fall...Lincoln had a horrible pit in his stomach from what caused her this fall.
Him.
Lincoln looked down to Lynn's right hand...now both were shaking nervously as they realized what it was.
"Lincoln? Is...is this your-"
"I'm so frickin sorry Lynn! Me and my damn hormones...SHIT! You shouldn't have seen that! That was seriously messed up for ya to...crud, I... I'm sorry," Lincoln whimpered in a pathetic tone, sounding more like a plea.
Lynn's fingers sporadically squeezed together, feeling further in her palms and in her grip how sticky, thick and adherent it was. Even in the dark, it looked like a dark pearly cream white, much, as Lynn noticed Lincoln's still wet, soggy white hair.
"Lynn, let me help you."
Lincoln tepidly pulled Lynn up with her left arm, purposely avoiding any eye contact, his legs still shaking from the shock of being caught in such a vulnerable state. In all his years as a hormonally charged teenager, he personally prided at being an expert at hiding his...release periods, before Luna had popped up into his spiritual realm. Since he learned when he was twelve, he knew how to hid his private times...and this was a gigantic slap to the face to his perfect record...a sister finally accidently caught him jerking off, and not only that...Lynn saw him ejaculating in an phantom, unholy orgasm.
Lincoln coughed in his fist, Lynn still frozen, her right lathered hand gripping itself tight...vibrating like a foot massage machine at a county fair.
"Lynn...I...ya know how...guys...teens like me...we sorta need to release some...golly, this is super awkward," Lincoln grimaced, grabbing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, thinking...while trying to ignore the thousands of self-effiacing screams at himself.
Lynn just found herself staring at Lincoln's body, his abdomen...his towel...she could see it under there still, still noticeably making a rather prominent outline.
"Jesus...Lynn, I can't begin to say how sor-WHOA!"
Lincoln's hot wet feet suddenly slipped on the slick bathroom floor, causing him to violently thrash his body upwards to try and stay upright. His towel dropped right off his body from his erratic motions, and he still slipped forwards, falling straight onto Lynn. Lynn slammed into the floor, her head luckily hitting Lincoln's shorts and bathroom rug, cushioning the blow to her cranium, while Lincoln landed his entire body on her.
Both moaned and cringed from the pain...then noticed it.
Lincoln was completely naked, laying right on top of Lynn...and she could feel it on her legs. Goosebumps and raised hair couldn't even begin to reflect Lynn's nervous system's reaction to that feeling of...him, on her.
"It's...it's on me...it's between my legs...touching my crotch...so...close," she thought as her mind started falling apart on her.
Lincoln shook his head, trying to gain his bearings...
"...HOLY FUCKING CRUD!" Lincoln cried out, rocketing off Lynn, Lynn seeing his body and it move with such extreme precision and power...she saw it still oozing.
Lynn found herself trying to permanently burn that set of motions and sights, as her eyes went submissive, puppy-eyed...wanting...thirsting...begging for more, to do something...
Both blushed, in the dark, brighter than red neon sex signs. Lincoln scurried to his towel and re-draped himself, then walked around Lynn as carefully as he could, and pulled his shorts towards him, slipping them on under the towel.
Lynn wiggled backards towards the sink, using the pitifully miniscule amounts of reserve to pull herself up.
Lincoln walked back towards the shower, embarrassed beyond belief, unsure what to say.
It stayed quiet for only moments, but felt like eternity between the two of them.
"I, I won't...I won't say anything Linc...just...turn a light on next time...and clean up when you're done, okay?"
"...jesus...thanks Lynn...I'm...I think I'm go...oh FUCK ME!" Lincoln groaned out in bemoaning rage as he soared back into the shower. Luckily he hadn't turned the waters off yet.
"LINCOLN?"
"LYNN! Thanks...just...just go, okay? I'm sorry for this, but ya uhhuhuhuhhhu...ya gotta go, please!?"
"...okay bro...I'm just gonna lock the door...clean...clean up when you're done."
Lincoln gurgled out appreciations, before he felt more wincing tingles overtake him. This one felt like it was gonna be as big as the last one.
Lynn hurried out of the bathroom, locked the door from the inside...but hesitated as she was about to close it.
"I shouldn't watch this...but how many chances do I get?"
Lynn made it seem like the door was closed, but secretly inched herself back in, hands against the wall, low and stealthy as she focused all her energies to hear over the loud hot steamy shower mist and moisture, the pounding of the water on the tub bottom...and she heard it.
Lincoln was moaning out...in a combination of uncomfortable pain, and approaching orgasmic pleasure.
He couldn't understand it; this was hurting, like force was being applied to extremely tender parts, but inside those painful thuds and contractions, he could sense so much pleasure from the process building up.
Lynn sunk as low to the floor and back in the walls as humanly possible, before sneaking her body limb by limb into the newly installed large vanity under the sink.
"Oh man, oh man, OH MAN! I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm actually frickin doing this! Thank god Lana installed this thing...and thank goodness I'm shorter than average for my age, otherwise I couldn't...uhuuhhuhuhu...oh my god Lincoln! Those moans," Lynn mentally trembled as she still heard him whimpering.
Her hearing and visual sites heightened to new degrees she never knew possible before, her body feeling like it was self-acclimating to flex, she stretched and curled within the interior vanity where the Louds kept the towels to ensure she could hide out while listening to Lincoln.
And she wanted more.
Her body fengshuied inside, she leaned outside the vanity a bit, her lower body still in, but now using her upper arms and extremely useful upper body strength and endurance to stay as quiet as possible, praddaling her limbs across the slick floor. She reached an arm as far as she could, the tips of her fingers just barely brushing against the curtain.
With one more agonizing forced stretch, her middle and index finger grasped some of the curtain. Lynn now began the stealthy process of inching the joint curtains back towards her, all while not alerting Lincoln to her presence.
"Please...please have your eyes close...just for this moment," she begged, mouthing the words, biting her lip.
And what seemed like infinite, physically demanding work on Lynn's part, she managed to pull the curtains to reveal Lincoln...eyes closed as she hoped and begged, chipped tooth biting his lower lip, his body red and hot, his freckled face morphed in concerned but intoxicated carnal pleasure...Lynn saw Lincoln masturbating.
"Holy...huhuhhhhuh...he's...whimpering and moaning so...so hard...this is...so fucking wrong, but so...so damn hot. Come on...come on...COME ON! DO IT LINCOLN!" She roared internally at him.
Then she noticed that, at any moment, if Lincoln opened his eyes, he'd see her staring from below right at him, her body stretched from the vanity.
"...shit, I better get back before...SHIT!"
Lynn catapulted her upper body back in the vanity, clumsily shutting one door tight, while keeping one spaced open a few inches. Her adrenaline ensnared her in a trap, and her libido locked her in a prison...and she was getting hot and horny from the whole situation.
"Come on...come on body! You're almost there. You did this to me! Don't...don't screw me out like this," Lincoln mumbled into his bitten lip, his tongue now sticking out to the side, wiggling back and forth.
Lynn's sweating was saturating her clothing, her odor boiling out of her pores from how tender her body was inducing itself to feel; she was beginning to self-induce the smell of sex on her.
Her mind raddled, dumbstruck yet possessed by the figure that was her brother pleasuring himself, and he was jerking even harder than before, almost looking as though he was gripping his thing to death...she saw it swollen and still pulsating even more.
"Jesus christ Linc...my...my gourds aren't big enough," Lynn muttered while shaking, imagining...what that must feel like. It'd probably be very painful like how the gourds started out for her she recalled, but she loved to be challenged...and she wondered if she could fit that in her mouth as well.
Lynn moaned under her breath, trying to stay in opposite rhythm with Lincoln; when he moaned, she did as well.
"Do it...do it again Linc, you big-dicked little bro...cum," Lynn cried under her breath, suddenly shoving her fingers in her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat, imaging it was Lincoln; she gagged, choking out saliva, but still pressed her fingers deeper, now down to her throat, pretending it was him going down, in and out, deep in her oral cavity.
"Oh...ohhuhuuhhuh...here...here I go...I'm gonna...ohohhuuuuu," Lincoln pathetically cried out.
Lynn somehow got herself so aroused that she was now near her own peak, readying to time her own orgasm with Lincoln's. All she needed was some more time...a minute...seconds.
"PLEASE LINCOLN! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND TELL ME YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOU CUM!" Lynn gargled loudly under the vanity, splattering her drool-ridden words of ecstacy on her fingers and jersey shirt.
She kept bouncing between looking at Lincoln masturbate and zooming in on his face, trying to burn everything to a permanent memory of seeing this forever; she thought she might never get a chance like this again.
"Ouuh...OUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Lincoln cried out, curling inwards as he shot yet another huge load in the shower, doing a little better at aiming it into the shower drain.
Lynn suddenly smashed her fingers violently inside her quivering, wet womanhood.
"OOOOOHHUHUUHHHUUHHUHU! I LOVE YOU LINCOLN!"Lynn screeched into a towel as she orgasmed with Lincoln, soaking her boxers and lower jersey, along with dribbling on some of the towels under her.
As Lincoln reeled in his pleasured mind, chest bouncing in and out, inhaling and exhaling from the extreme neurological stimulation, Lynn felt her body locked, frozen in time, petrified in exhilaration, excitement, terror...so many emotions the sports jock was not generally use to until the last few months of feeling...strange things, and coming to understand herself.
Lynn's nose suddenly shot out huge bursts of blood, coating her lips, chin and upper jersey.
"Crud! Damn it! Every time!" Lynn growled silently in infuriated, distracted panic. Luckily she was in the best spot to have such a big nose bleed. She grabbed one of the partly dribbled on towels from her expulsion and wrapped the untouched parts against her nose, leaning her head back.
"Why am I always getting these stupid frickin nose bleeds from him? This is so damned clichéd!"
Lincoln finally cleaned up, washing his hair and body since he was in the shower, taking extra time to soap and rinse his legs; the shower cut his ejaculatory stream and some of it got on his legs, so he could sense some stickiness. After cleaning everything on him though, he turned off the shower and shook his head, getting a peripheral amount of excess water in his hair. He swiped his towel, wrapped it around himself in the shower, and started to open the curtains.
"...SHIT! HE'S GETTING OUT!" Lynn shrieked in a girly squeak, shutting the vanity door as fast as she could.
"Huh...thought I closed the curtains..."
"Oh shit...shit, shit...SHIT! HE'S GONNA FIND ME! FUCK! WHY'D I DO THIS!?"
"...hmmm...I must be brain dead right now. Probably figures, my body and mind have been screwing me around, especially Lisa," Lincoln said with a sigh, then chuckled a little as himself. "Man is it strange how I get in these off-the-wall situations."
"...whoa...that was close," Lynn thought, wiping some particularly large beads of nervous sweat from her forhead. Her head, and by extension her whole fluffy head of hair was nearing helmet shape from how forcefully pressed it was in the interior vanity. She wiggled some towels on her head and to her sides to try and relieve some of the tense stress on her scalp and hair.
"Good lord...poor Lynn. Hope I didn't scar her like that for life."
"Sorta...sorta did bro," Lynn said under her breath with a big, lusty smile.
Lincoln walked over to the sink, Lynn now going full red alert. She didn't try to move an inch, staying as quiet as conceivably possible in her temporary confined quarters.
"Man Loud...what happened? Life got all crazy. So much drama and crap...but at least I got her out of it," Lincoln mused with a big old goofy smile.
"...her?" Lynn asked, feeling some...extreme mixed emotions collapse on her.
"It's ironic...I catch her jerking and cumming...and then Lynn catches me doing the same thing. That's sorta eerie...except she was thinking of me, ehehehh."
"Someone...her? Some girl...has bro? He's...is he dating?" Lynn asked in concern.
Bubbling annoyance and rage seeped into her mind. She imagined ripping to shreds this unknown competitor who Lincoln saw do her thing...and then claiming Lincoln as a trophy, holding him in bride style with his bunny lingerie on, ready to pounce on him.
"Huuuuhuhhu...that's better," she mumbled with a lazy stupor.
Lincoln rubbed the mist on the sink mirror, chuckling at how warped all this was. He wiped his head back and forth like a dog, shaking all the large droplets of hot shower waters off his longer than normal hair. They ones that didn't fly off, dribbled further down, trickling along his profile. Lynn got lost in staring at the droplet's paths, namely where they meandered around his lean, abed stomach. She found herself salivating from the sight. The very thought of licking Lincoln's waist somehow drove her nuts, never mind all the other things she wanted so badly to do, and have done to her.
She gave a slight blushing laugh, in a way more of a lustful smirk. She thought how she was responsible for Lincoln's present physique. Ever since her grueling self defense training, Lincoln's body seemed to situate itself in this lean-muscled, streamline form.
"Wish I could collect on all my hard work in training you and gettin your bod like that doofus."
And then, without warning, Lincoln's towel unfolded around his waist, lifted up out of sight from the inch-wide crevice the doors permitted Lynn to sneak her sights.
Lincoln was totally naked, his business totally exposed, wafting partly with very few but noticeable pulses.
Lynn's mind melted, body flushed with blood cascading to her tender areas, her mouth, she boiled red-hot, sweating even harder than before. She let out a horrific surprised gasp; she never in her entire life wanted to look, play and tackle someone down more than right now, not even football compared to this.
"...jesus titty-ball christ...how the hell do you even hide that thing? I...I guess when you came home that night, I joked about you having an elephant trunk in your boxers for a...damn...no wonder I made him blush and blow his eyes wide open. I was right though. I called it. Linc's like a frickin elephant."
Lynn looked on and drooled all over herself, imagining so many different things she wanted to do, try...a slew of things she slowly accepted about herself were perverted, sex-crazed things. As Lincoln dried his hair out, mumbling things rather quietly out of Lynn's hearing, her mind got lost in the lust...of doing something. He shook and wiggled his body, to which is business followed.
Lynn felt a minor shot of blood shoot out. Lincoln then rotated his body around, presumably drying off his back. Lynn saw his derriere, patched with freckles all over like hers, tight and lean, with surprisingly round, firm cheeks.
"...oh my god...ni...nice ass bro," Lynn gurgled, her eyes twitching from the idea of...jumping out right now, tackling Lincoln down, grabbing his huge member as she positioned herself over him, and started dry-humping him.
She almost exposed herself with a rather low, heavy moan, her smile twitching from the imagination's pleasure...and she noticed that it didn't shrink in size yet.
"Dang, Lincoln must have had a lot of testosterone or something if he blew that many loads...loads?"
His...stuff, was still wedged between her fingers, viscous as ever.
"Oh god...do...do I?"
It didn't take Lynn long; she fell victim to sin. She punctured the spaces of her sticky fingers with her tongue, lathering and trying to take in as much of his substance in her palm as possible.
"...I'm so...so fucked up," she said with a whimper as she still continue to try and lick up as much as she could retrieve. Then, imaging those fingers as Lincoln's business again, started thrusting them in and out of her mouth.
The vanity shook a bit from the back and forth forceful motions.
"Whoa...what the...Lana didn't make this thing strong enough," Lincoln said, knocking on the top of the vanity.
Lynn froze in place; if Lincoln found her like this, it would be unbearable to explain.
"...stay silent Lynn...quiet...please, don't look down here bro," she begged, now begging with her hands upwards.
"...whatever. I'll let her know another time," he concluded, turning back around, getting even closer. It seemed like he was still drying his hair while trying to floss.
"Dude...what a doofus," Lynn chuckled under her breath, before she saw it slap into the vanity, the door that was parted about an inch...she was so...so close.
"Holy mother of pearl skates...he's...still sporting that erection. He must have been holding that for a long time. I...I wonder if I can...without him knowing."
Lynn had a wickedly risky thought cross her mind. She flirted with the "getting caught" line so many times. Maybe her luck was holding out? Normally she tried to not believe in luck for how it nearly cost her and Lincoln's relationship from the Squirrel suit debacle...but now? She couldn't explain it. Luck...seemed to have been on her side the entire time, so long as she was alert and prepared.
"...holy...oh my god...I...I'm..." she quivered, leaning her fingers, pointing her index finger out...and poking his head.
"So this it was it feels like...hmmmm...it feels so firm yet spongy. And he's not even that hard anymore, but it's still so...so bi...I, can I get away with...with my good luck streak lately, I think I can," Lynn mumbled under her breath, her heart rate shooting upwards beyond exponential speeds from what she processed she was about to do.
Lynn curled and wrapped several towels to shroud her hair and face from Lincoln's sites below, circling all her exposed face except the very most forward parts of her eyes, nose and mouth. She pushed the towels all around her neck and upper body to hide herself in the stacks of towels; Lana somehow made the vanity extremely spacious, even if Lynn herself admitted she was somewhat shrimpy for her age, compared to her other sisters who were taller than her. Even Lincoln was within her range, and he had much more potential to grow since he was still younger.
"...I hate being a shrimp in this family; I better get taller...and bigger boobs," she mumbled in annoyance to herself, thinking back to how she did not like how all her other sisters seemed to have been inexplicably blessed with gorgeous bodies...and her a lean, below average bust and small but firm, round muscled bubble-butt.
"...HEY! GET IN THE GAME LOUD! YOU'RE...you don't need to think that crap...and Linc never treated me like shit cause of my underdeveloped body. He's...he's always treated me as a woman, even if I don't really act like it."
Lynn felt some flush, fluttery feelings take over her mind. Now the mission wasn't about sexual curiosity. It was...it felt deeper, trying to feel a little of her little brother's grace in her.
"It doesn't make any fucking sense, why I wanna bang ya and get banged by ya dude...but I really appreciate how you still treat me like a woman dude...I...I really...oh fuck, now I really wanna," Lynn stammered silently, now ready to edge open one of the vanity doors.
As Lynn thanked god the lights were still out, she took enormous, deep breaths, prepping like she was about to go on a mile run. Lincoln shifted his body to the side a bit, so Lynn took her move and swung it open. Leaning over, towels surrounding her from all sides, she stuck her tongue out, and touched it, dead center, very quickly.
She got giddy and extremely excited, then tried again.
Her whole body rippled from the nervous blaring excitement of dabbing at Lincoln's member with her tongue.
She wiggled her head and the towels forwards a little more...putting more of her long but skinny tongue out, and placed it all on his member for a few moments.
Lynn stayed rock-silent, hoping Lincoln would not get wise; he seemed to be too distracted with whatever he was doing with his hair and mirror.
"AHAahhahahaha, what a stupid idea...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING LYNN!?" She yelled at herself in her head, bipolar-jumping from nervous laughter to nitrous discombobulating chaos. Her mind froze as she felt her lips wanting to embrace as much as she could stretch them.
"This...this is really, like really messed up. So why am I enjoying this so much? Is...is this what I really want?" She thought as she wiggled her mouth a few millimeters closer. More of her tongue pressed and lathered with saliva against it, she felt her eyes half-closing in the intoxicating, wrong feeling she got from doing this...and as much as she wanted to stop, she kept going.
"What the-" Lincoln mumbled, looking down to see towels pressed against his groin; apparently to him it felt like his thing was pressing against some really nice parts of the fabric. It looked also the stack of towels jammed in there leaned over through the doors.
"Gotta tell Lana the door doesn't shut right, but dang do those towels feel good. Luan must of stuffed more than usual in there," he said with a warm, rather turned on tone.
He suddenly wiggled his groin, Lynn keeping up the act; she was so, so close to getting caught, yet her ploy and disguise somehow worked. If it wasn't for the dark, she may have easily been caught by now. The thought to wonder why Lincoln hadn't turned on the lights came to, but...she ignored them, too occupied in her present secret lathering exercise.
Then, Lincoln grabbed his member, angled it, then, without Lynn knowing, suddenly jammed it in hard between the towel's spaces...right into Lynn's mouth, virtually all of it at once.
Lynn inadvertently squeaked from surprise, almost gagging for a moment from the surprise thrust and motion stasis Lincoln placed. He was chuckling by how pleasurable the towels were.
"HOLY FUCK! IT'S IN ME, ALL OF HIM, HIS WHOLE DICK IS IN MY DAMN MOUTH...GOD, I FEEL IT PRESSING DOWN MY THROAT!" Lynn screamed bloody murder in her mind, eyes now tearing from the surprise blow job she was giving him, Lincoln totally unaware what he was thrusting his member in.
Lynn slowly adjusted her breathing to her nose, steadied herself, and took it.
"...fuck it, I want this! I wanted this. I want this...FUCK MY MOUTH BRO! FUCK IT HARD!" she cried in her head, now getting drunk off pleasing Lincoln without him knowing. It stung, it hurt, her mouth and throat were not use to this, but it felt...really good in a strange way.
And over the next minute, she no longer gagged; she not only suppressed it, but conquered it. Now instead of just taking it, she tightened her mouth and squeezed her neck muscles parallel to her throat, trying to tighten around Lincoln's junk.
"Holy heck, where the hell did we get these towels? Dang are they good!"
"That ain't towels bro...that's me," Lynn thought with an awkward smirk forming around Lincoln's girth.
"I dunno where we got these towels, but it's like getting one of the best BJ's ever!"
"Best BJ ever, eh Linc? I'd take that as a complement," Lynn snickered.
" Man do these stupid towels work. Gotta find out where they came...oh...oh my god...AGAIN? HOW THE HELL AGAIN? I JUST DID IT LIKE...aoouhhh man," Lincoln trembled, thrusting his body into the vanity, Lynn holding on for dear life while trying not to get caught or her throat ripped apart.
"What the hell! What does he...ohhhh...he's...he's gonna-"
Lincoln whimpered, rocking the vanity, gripping his fingers tight along the edges, he blew yet again. Lynn squealed in terror and surprise, clamping her hands and legs into all the towels around her in an iron-like vice grip. Lincoln thrusted in her several times, and she felt it.
He shot himself in her mouth and throat. Lynn couldn't help at cry out some subtle moans, timed with the rickety rocking of the vanity. And she found herself suppressing her automatic instinct to swallow. For some god forsaken reason, she kept it up, as much as she could.
"Good lord...I just...crud, how many times am I capable of that? My body must be really all messed up. And now I gotta clean those towels."
"...HOLY FUCK! I'M SCREWED!" Lynn blared in her mind. Lincoln pulled himself out, Lynn doing everything in her power to motion her cheeks, tongue and all sides of her orifice to keep his seed. He began leaning down. Lynn instantly ripped the towels off her head and shoulders, flew another one on her for cover, and conservatively spat a little of his load in her mouth onto the bundled up ones. Lincoln reached his hand and grabbed the towels, peering inside the vanity, squinting his eyes.
Somehow, by luck or a miracle, Lynn's one unfolded towel and other strewn about towels sporadically covering her curled self was enough to cloak her body frame. She begged that he wouldn't try fooling with the mess of towels and discover her; she promised she would never complain about being the shrimp of the elder sisters again if she got away.
"Hmmmmmmm...maybe I'm just more sensitive than usual, but I could swear those towels felt like a mouth with a lot of spit was around it, and a frickin good one at that too. Weird how a bunch of towels feel almost better than Lun...probably my imagina...hey! Wait a sec!" Lincoln said sternly. Lynn nearly screamed in terror.
She kept as still as a rock. Lincoln started moving his hand into the back of the vanity, and wiggled his fingers towards her socked feet. She looked over and saw it. The toe parts of her socks were sticking out in plain sight.
"Oh GOD DAMN IT!" Lynn roared at herself. Lincoln started fidgeting with them. Lynn curled her toes and feet inside her socks inwards, trying with all her silent, quiet might to not let any part of herself get caught.
And by some miracle it worked. Lincoln unknowingly pulled the out the socks off Lynn's sweat-drenched feet, leaving a shell-shocked, stammering, rattling Lynn, mortified and astounded
beyond capacity, counting her prayers for Lincoln being none-the-wiser, yet waiting and begging for Lincoln to go away now; her luck felt like it straddled the railroad tracks with an oncoming locomotive coming dead on at a hundred miles an hour.
"Yeesh...not too surprising. This must be were Lynn hid her socks from the Twister game a while ago. Oh dang, bleeeeeeeck! They still smell! Figures, leave it to a jock to have the stinkiest, smelliest socks and feet in the family. HOLY CRUDSTONES! Lynn? You've got the funkiest feet of anyone I know, and I gotta get changed around a lot of jock jerks in P.E. too, heheheheh."
Lincoln curled them up in a ball as he winced, feeling gross from touching them. Lynn herself just felt embarrassed, going red from personal revulsion. She did need to work on changing her socks more often, especially with her jock, sporty nature...and subconsiously to make herself look and smell more appealing to Lincoln.
That hit a cord with her, and it dampened her spirits, sensing some degree of revulsion Lincoln had for her. In all honesty...it hurt her feelings and made her like herself even less, more so than she already did.
And that struck her. She knew she wanted to make an active effort to be more appealing to Lincoln, without hijacking her sporty self, stench or otherwise...the body odors would have to go though, definitely.
"All things considered...at least he doesn't hate me for my stinks. This is so...so not cool. Why do I gotta be the shrimp and not get a rack or ass like them? Why do I have to have the stinkiest feet? AND WHY DO I GOTTA BE IN LOVE WITH MY OWN HUNG BROTHER...I just said hung, didn't I," an emotionally charged, angry and self-hating Lynn said, before she huffed, "fuck it, it's true. I read normal guys aren't suppose to be like bro, so if he's like that...I mean, it's not that I even like that. It's...it's just him, taking him of all guys in...doing things to him. Hell, I don't think I'd care if he was average...okay, below average, fucking genetics... I am, so I can't talk shit. I just want bro, no matter what...jesus I'm a basket case..."
Lincoln closed the vanity doors on Lynn, casting her in near-darkness. He took the towels Lynn covertly handed to him, along with her balled-up socks, curled them into one big bundle, and readied himself to bed. He turned around, shook his body off one more time, observed the floor and surroundings, yawned like a lion, then started for the bathroom door.
Then he paused.
Lynn inched the door ajar to see Lincoln give one last back-dry, taking his towel off for a second; she saw his back side, his leaned toned back, and tight, round derriere. Lynn looked wantingly at his cheeks...wishing she could do things to them and him.
"I'm just gonna let Lynn clean that disorganized array of towels in there; she owes me one after catching me...well...better head to bed. I don't want another wave of stupid stuff happening to me tonight. Need to relax...just...relax," Lincoln said with a heavy yawn, his jaw popping from it being a mighty one at that. Lynn caught the yawn bug too.
He looked around one more time, observing his surroundings, looking at the floor, vanity, shower, everything. He walked over and flicked the switch on.
Lynn nearly peed herself. She thought maybe Lincoln was playing her, and knew what was up, and might out her as an incestuous perv any second.
Luckily...this didn't happen. He seemed more interested in seeing any irregularities on the bathroom floor, toilet, walls, shower, he even checked the sides of the vanity and sink, mirror included. As Lynn waited in abated breath, Lincoln's footsteps towards the bathroom door seemed to answer his question; whether there was anything left of him he didn't know about and needed to clean.
Finally, Lincoln closed the door to the bathroom.
"...yup, it's official. I wanna bang and get banged by my bro...Catching him jerking off to who knows. Admittedly I wish it was to me...never was though, but I got to see him cum multiple times, and...tricked him into thinking towels were pleasuring his dick. If that ain't enough for me to go to hell, then I dunno what is," Lynn mumbled, smirking and frowning at the same time. She hated this, and yet she loved it. It was so erotic, so forbidden, well outside anything she's ever done before, ever. She never had close contact with a guy besides Lincoln, and Lincoln? She felt...so utterly safe in the fact he'd always accept her, assuming of course she never tell him about her sinful secret lust and love for him.
"Yeah...me telling bro I'm on love with him...and wanna get freaky with...him returning what I got for him...that's a fuckin pipe-dream. I must be the biggest loser around."
She waited for a while in the vanity, breathing, sweating, trying to compose herself. She still had his load in her mouth, her swallowing reflex only taking so much punishment from being ignored. Her body wanted to get it down, but for some fucked up reason, Lynn wanted to savor this...this one, sexual encounter she had one-sidedly with her brother.
"I might be going to hell for this, and I... violated Lincoln...I committed a fucking crime...god damn it! I gotta get myself under control. Who knows what'll happen next time. OH SHIT! What...what if I can't control myself? What...what if I try and have my way with him...rape him...NO! LYNNSANITY, YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT! AS FUCKED YOU ARE, YOU WOULDN'T...but what did I do? Just now? AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGHH! I'M SO FUCKED UP! FUCKIN GOD!"
Lynn beat herself over the head for the next ten minutes, making sure the close was clear and the Loud house was all asleep, especially Lincoln.
After all the times she flirted with danger and her luck, she decided to play this safe, wait it out a bit longer. It was a long, long ten minutes.
2:43 AM
Lynn started reaching out of the vanity.
"AH MY FEET! WHY IS THIS BATHROOM FLOOR SO COLD!?" She cried out harshly under her breath, thinking how the hot humid shower should warm the surroundings up a bit. Then she forgot one little detail; she normally always wore socks, everywhere, anywhere, period.
She slowly acclimated her hot body and feet to the cold temperature of the bathroom floor. With only the sounds of her still tense breath rippling the air, Lynn tip-toed quietly as she could from the bathroom, taking great care prior to take the towels she got her fluids on with her, and reorganizing it to look like it wasn't so warped.
She walked over to her room, closing the door, heaving a big sigh of relief, thankful that she was safe and wasn't caught...but admittedly rather enjoyed the risk of being caught.
"Oh no Lynn, hell na! I ain't doin anything like that again. That was way, way too close. I just need to work on myself a little more...and maybe...I could tell him," Lynn mumbled.
It still played in her mind, every night, at some point; the football dream.
Her final game, postponed by the district till schools all around could recoup from the devastation of the tornados, was now on the horizon, soon. Friday the 15th would be her ultimate test for her team and herself, to win back the championship from the High School equivalent of the Hazeltucky Hockers, especially two bullies that her and Lincoln dealt with earlier when they were younger.
And another musing time popped up; the time she was helping Lincoln train for football, only to be interrupted by those two bully football players with more muscle, fat and lard in their brains than actual brain tissue.
"What I'd give to win the championship against those two flippin jerks...I did in my dream...In fact, think one of Linc's bullies was that linebacker, the guy who caused bro to have me teach him self defense...strange, I remember this stuff now. And in some ways, some of my luck is starting to pick up. I mean, I just blew my brother and saw him jerk it, without him really knowing what's up with me. Maybe...maybe if I win that game...sorta like, what is it? I...an omen? Like some weird dream prediction...PREMONITION! That's the word. Maybe my dream could be some sort of premonition, and I can...holy shit!" Lynn squealed with a big girly smile, "maybe...if my dream and luck holds out...what happened...he'd love me back too!"
Lynn lay gently back in her bed, throwing the covers off a bit to keep her warmed body cooled.
"I...do I try? If I do, I gotta make sure I know what the heck I'm doing. I need to have that dream, record all I can in my noggin, and make sure that game goes off to a tee, while beating the tar out of Hazeltucky...assholes."
Lynn smiled as she felt like she had something...questionable, but possible to explore with Lincoln, should everything, and she meant, EVERYTHING, would be in the right order of circumstance and that there would be no variations in the real world and her dream-premonition.
Lynn breathed easily, letting the idea of Lincoln talk silently into her ear sooth her, pretending he was next to her right now.
"It's gonna be the hardest thing I ever do...harder than that stupid crazy touchdown in my dream...but if all goes right out there on the field...maybe that'll be a sign. Should I try for it at least? I never felt this strongly about anyone else except him...I mean, it's so wrong, I know that. I'm...dang it I'm such a basket case. Why couldn't I be just frickin gay? At least I wouldn't wanna bang Linc...though I did imagine doing things with another me and a girl Linc. Wow...maybe my entire sexuality's all fucked up."
A gourd suddenly fell on the ground next to Lynn; it was on the window sill, it falling from a cool breeze, presumably placed up there by Lucy.
Lynn grabbed it...and compared it to how long she remembered Lincoln with the area it touched on her thigh. Lynn coughed as she compared the length to several parts of her body, her mouth and face being a tried and true reference to scale...but was just feeling the full scale of the length differences on her body; Lincoln seemed entirely too endowed for their size.
She suddenly wiggled her fingers under her bed, pulling out a random wooden yard stick, starting from the beginning, and roughly placing her fists side by side, then eyeing on a few inches to estimate...she couldn't recall, but it seemed bigger than an eight, but around or at nine inches. She really didn't know exactly, but her memory and rough idea put it between those to numerical measurement ranges...leaning more near the nine.
She compared that length to the gourds.
There was...a difference.
"...I'm gonna need a much bigger gourd..."
2:48 AM
Lisa meanwhile had an enormous mess still being cleaned up. It didn't help that somehow the isolated chemicals she had somehow dropped down ate through the floor, and by some cosmic karma fuckery, ate through the circuitry of her room in the flooring. She cursed herself for not going fully wireless months ago now. Luckily most of her systems had independent sources of energy charge, but her exterior observation tech was now totally useless, and she missed most of all Lincoln's reactions.
She had no idea if LLM7-5-7-5 worked. In the haste of her cleaning up, she only heard scurrying out there. If she broke off from the completely blundered night, the chemical eating the flooring could spread to the rest of the house, and worst...to her sisters and parents.
"Note to self...adapt entire, and I mean, ENTIRE lab electronic, or put entire lab operations in alternative spatial lab...will consult C-137 on pocket dimensions. I know of nearly all possible reactions across the spectrum of chemicals anyways; labs may be relics of old world science, but it is an aesthetic that is I hold dear to."
She let a fanciful idea pass her mind. She always wanted an unlimited, unending laboratory of her design, independent of her reality in case something horrific went wrong.
But she held off the fantasy as her lips made that unsettingly smirk. She messed up, and she still had no idea of Lincoln, nevertheless the extra scurrying. Only after resolving her current chemical hazard predicament could she utilize the one thing that seemed untouched by the major spill; the infrared body heat sensors...assuming they were still intact, and the circuitry running through the house fed to a central circuit box...right along the worn outline of her room.
"Did I miss it? Does he...his nanobots in his testes, reject all of it? The prior set of gametes with their original strands of degrading genes?"
Lisa didn't bother checking any of her subtle recording equipment; she knew if there was confirmation, it would have to come from another source of verification, possible the infrared body heat sensors.
"The one time my love of Chemistry decides to have a field day with me. Goodness, but it can't be helped. I do need to verify LLM7-5-7-5's effectiveness, sometime in this immediate future. As of now...this room needs repair."
And with several of her 3-D printers tailored to full blast cubicle sized structural units, and the infusion of nanobots and liquid electromagnetic metal, Lisa managed to fill in the gradually increasing hole in the floor. The nanobots and liquid electromagnetic fused the cubicle pieces into the floor frame while ridding the residual erosive chemicals.
"Finally...it seems my break from Chemistry has made me a tinge rusty...silly me," Lisa chuckled, rubbing her temple from exhaustion.
Lisa looked at her bed; her side of the room was still in a mess, but a clean, controlled, no longer hazards mess. Lily luckily was still with their parents, and Lisa managed to secure her little sister's side of the room in a safe force-field bubble, immune to the odors and hazardous hazy chemical activity and of the nanobots.
She fell and snuggled into the covers, not wanting to think...at all, for the first time in a long, long while.
"So...the immediate range of sleep preparation...C-137, is this where you developed that asinine yet deeply poignant mantra of "don't think about it"? Because as applicable as that may be for you, it's not totally for me...but I can't deny it's not alluring. That's the one thing different about you and I though; I can actually do the work of caring about someone...put in the work...something, out of all things possible in any curve of the multiverse spectrums, you fail to understand or are capable of. You can't work on working yourself or for your family...but at least you can jump realities..."
As Lisa snuggled even further, she remembered something she was going to do, but got lost in the tangent of her efforts and time.
"...the morning...sometime in the morning or afternoon...I'll take that video and any of Lincoln and that old woman, any forms of it offline. Poor...unfortunate dear brother. No one should have to deal with that kind of horror and heartbreak. At least you made a friend in the process Lincoln, many friends from that Jemison family."
And in moments, Lisa placed her false glasses on her table, and let her mind wind down on one thought.
"But do I ever dread you Lincoln and the elder sisters going to that old woman and her granddaughter's funeral engagement. I sure hope he can keep himself contained. If...there's one silver lining from these horrific situations, experiments, ect, I can trust Luna to some degree to do the right thing...I just hope copulation will not be the recovering mindset of the religiously grieving...assuming Lincoln is still religious from all this, and judging by those books on his drawer...he may be losing his belief in a god..., something I did long, long ago...poor brother..."
Author's Notes
Salutations all!
This was a short chapter indeed. My apologizes for the micro-size. I intended this to be a very brief lead on to a much larger chapter, but it developed into its own thing, so the real action will be happening in the next one. Please PM or review, and to those who put reviews who thought they were too long, nonsense! I love reading long reviews. The longer the better, wink wink ;). Anyhow, I greatly appreciate all your time you all put into reading this fic; it's a whale of a thing, and much, much more is to come. I hope you all enjoy this sampler. I will try my hardest to be prompt in the next one.
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