Chapter 24 (Continued Directly from Chapter 21) - It's Always Sunny in Royal Woods: Part 2: Sappy Sewage Shenanigans and Looming Lusts In the Lockers
Lincoln and Lynn saw their family in the yellowish bobbling force field thrown up and over the embankment by a huge milk wave crashing on all sides; just for a brief glimpse, but it was an extremely minor moment of relief to see the rest of them safe.
Then...punctuated by the fact that they were still riding the big round cheese wheel in a milk tsunami scurried with hundreds of broken bits of cheese wheel, they saw straight towards them the ten foot entrance of the huge sewer opening at the end of the parade route, blocked with a few caution signs and multicolored tapes.
Theirs and the many other little cheese wheels easily snapped the tapes and pulverized the signs blocking the entrance. Now, just like a water park ride, they started going downhill along the sewage system's natural gradients, going even faster and faster.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CCCCCRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!" Both yelled at the top of their lungs, digging their fingers deep and holding on with all their might to the cheese wheel that was now flinging them around all the turns, curls, ups and downs in the surprisingly wide and open spaces of the Detroit sewer systems.
Lynn suddenly felt the adrenaline of the ride take her over, a big giant thrill-seeking smile forming on her face, while Lincoln's utterly terrified face lost all its color.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET SOME! GET SOME!" Lynn roared out in blissfully drunk daredevil glee, Lincoln screaming in terror before puking his guts out from several extreme g-force curls that came out suddenly. The turns, the cheese bits, the milk and sewage splashing all around them was so bad that the vomit that Lincoln upchucked inadvertently got all over Lynn's shirt...it didn't even faze her. She was drunk off the exhilaration.
Slowly, turn by turn, the milk tsunami died down in fury, the cheese wheels far behind them coagulating and blocking the sewer systems they just road.
And eventually, they were in calm smelly odorous waters with a milky gleam now.
Both heaved heavy breaths, Lincoln terrified, Lynn elated from the rush of the event. The g-force of the ride sapped her fear...Lincoln's, not so much.
Their fingers were anchored in the cheese wheel like screws in mahogany wood. Both Lynn and Lincoln slowly loosened their grips, wiggling their hands hard; they were unbearably rigid, sore and aching, but they somehow both managed to hold on. The hard cheese they were gripped into was now malleable and softening in their hands. Their hands got so hot the cheese actually deformed and became soft from their tight friction-laden grip.
"Whoa...dude...that was easily the coolest ride I think we've ever been on, huh Linc?" Lynn asked with a shaking body, drunk off adrenaline.
"Oh god, speak for yourself," Lincoln grumbled, wiping the stomach acid and puke off his lower mouth and chin with the cuff of his black jacket, before he keeled over the side and threw up again, this time literally emptying everything he had in him. A quick thought occurred to him mid-vomiting; it wasn't as bad as being sucked into the twister with Luna, but this was a close second.
Lynn looked over at Lincoln...and felt bad by how she found herself enjoying the crazy situation and Lincoln puking his guts out.
She leaned over and rubbed his back, his black jacket, soaked in milk, sewage and stinking of cheese.
"Holy crud man, you stink," Lynn chuckled, trying to lighten up Lincoln tossing his entire day's consumption.
Lincoln leaned his head up and wiped the vomit chunks and stomach acid liquids off his face, only realizing it was the cuff of his jacket arm.
"Oh groddy," Lincoln mumbled, spitting several times out into the putrid darified environment several times, trying to hock those stomach acid luggies out.
Lynn pulled her soaked grey hoodie off, flipped it on itself so the puke Lincoln got on her wouldn't show, and pulled him over. He looked so bewildered and weak.
"Uhhhh..wha...are we done?" Lincoln gurgled.
"Yeah dude, we're done...I think," Lynn said, some light filtering from the few small manhole openings and the occasional storm drain.
"...never...climb...another ...cheese tower... again," Lincoln grumbled as he unwarily leaned and fell over, upper body first into Lynn's lap, back faced to Lynn. His eyes wide, stuck in a queasy trance, his whole body still felt like it was in motion.
Lynn suddenly found herself stroking and rubbing Lincoln's back gently.
Lincoln's eyes opened wide for a moment and looked up towards Lynn's face. She really did look concerned about his state, even though it was very near pitch dark, the almost uneasy bitter quiet that surrounded them and their quietly heaving bodies made everything feel...funny...something was off about this he thought, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Is...is that better Lincoln?" Lynn asked with an unusually tender voice, before she pulled up his jacket and shirt, showing his abed lean stomach. Lincoln squeaked slightly, before his nerves began feeling...so...so much more relaxed. Lynn's hand motions on his stomach seemed to help him quell his queasy flipped stomach.
"There...that calming the butterflies in ya doofus?" Lynn asked with a warm tone.
"Uhh...ye...yeah...thanks Lynn. How did ya-"
"Luna use to do this to ya when you cried sometimes. I sorta just remembered it, like, friggin out of nowhere, eeheheheh," Lynn laughed sheepishly in low volume, keeping the acoustics as mellow and serene as possible to help him get his mind and body back in gear.
Lincoln was so thankful it was virtually dark. He only hoped Lynn would not brush her hands against his face...on account of how flushed and nervous they got.
And then suddenly she did.
"Oh dang...you...okay man?"
"I'm good...I'm just...feelin a little hot...and that tummy thing really worked. Thank you Lynn."
"Good nerdo. Didn't want ya to think I was intentionally reaching out to grab your huge co..."
And then a piercing, ringing, resounding thunder of absolute awkwardness rocked the quiet again.
Lynn's entire body flared red and hot, just as Lincoln's did. He even felt her hand turn on like a match and get flushed and hot...and it happened to have been just under his belly button of all places for her to bumble her words like that.
She slowly inched her hands off of him, still letting Lincoln stay leaned against her with the grey soaked hoodie he was lying on.
It was so quiet for ten uncomfortable seconds.
A cough from Lincoln, a minor deep breath from Lynn...it felt like an eternity of this unusually awkward and uneasy tension.
A flash of light from the manhole cover suddenly lit up Lincoln's face, and the beam came directly above Lynn, so Lincoln got a glimpse of her as well.
Both red, freckles and a somewhat similar physical build, two teenagers stuck floating on a huge stinky cheese wheel surrounded by broken tiny bits of cheese, and milk coagulating and swirling in the watery grossness of the environs...and yet...
"Wow...he still has a bit of puke on his face, he stinks...and he's still dazed, but...Lincoln still looks so cute and hot..." Lynn thought with an even deeper blush.
And while Lynn was stuck in her little contemplative episode, he saw Lynn in a rather...unusual light. Radiant, caring and concerned, tomboyish...she was caring and concerned for him, as much as a jock and blunt individual she could be...she looked...dare he thought...inviting? Enticing? And in her own way...stunning?
He coughed hard, letting those abnormal thoughts that seemed to jump out of nowhere filter back to wherever they came from. He wiggled out from laying on Lynn's lap, getting on his knees to anchor himself and imply he found his strength again.
Then, Lincoln's jacket pocket began vibrating.
"What the...? What is that, your cell Linc?"
"Yeah...YEAH! HA! And you laughed at me when you saw it in a zip locked bag back in Vanzilla!" Lincoln said with smirking glee, pulling it out of a zip-lock inside one of his inner zippers. Lynn felt her person, and pulled her cellphone out.
It was soaked, and assuming its physical state meant anything, it probably completely short circuited from the combo of milk and sewage sludge.
"...dang it, that just ain't fair! I had Jeff and Francisco tape a killer roller derby move I pulled off a month ago," Lynn groaned bitterly, getting ready to toss it into the sewage, before thinking Lisa might be able to do some tailored repairs.
"I don't suppose you got any rice on ya Linc?"
"Negatory Lynn."
"Fuck..."
"Hey, it's not so bad. I'm sure mom, dad or Lori will spot the dough for another one for you. I mean, come on! We got them when we-"
"Just answer the dang...wait a sec...maybe it's not dead," Lynn thought, screening it over.
"IT WORKS! IT'S ALIVE!" Lynn roared out happily, punching the air, "but seriously dude, answer the cell."
"Okay...let's see...stupid...Oooohhhh, its some messages from...eehhehe," Lincoln said, his face in the near dark going red as he seemed flustered.
"What is it?"
"Noth...nothing at all Lynn," he lied, looking at a rather risqué pic Luna sent him. He quickly downloaded and hid it in several files on his cellphone.
"Yeesh, so what was it about Linc? Mom or dad? Or the others?"
"Uuuhhmmmm...just one of them scam numbers," Lincoln said in as cool a lie he could dish out.
"...figures. I hate those assholes!"
"But yeah, I'ma call dad up and let him know we're safe."
"Cool, just, ya know, don't spill the beans about us and the cheese wheels."
"Agreed...hell, we'd be grounded for life if they found out about that."
And then started the conversation Lincoln and Lynn had with the rest of the family still at Dairyland.
Five minutes later...
"Shit! Can't believe we lied out asses off!" Lynn chuckled, her feet almost slipping off the cheese wheel, Lincoln's feet following suit.
"Yeah, who'd a thought just some random numbers we bullshit would actually mean a part of the sewage pipe system," Lincoln laughed, "and we get free Dairyland passes for life! LIFE!"
"THAT IS FRIGGIN AWESOME! Ain't ya glad I climbed that tower now?" Lynn smirked. Lincoln just grunted rebelliously, even though in the dark Lynn could just make out a small defiant smile and him nodding. Then Lincoln began coughing a flemmy loogey full of milk and sewage.
"Gross! I can still taste puke, cheese, milk and sewage," Lincoln gurgled, spitting several more times. Lynn expectorated herself a few times, a tiny chunk of cheese coming out.
"AH SICK! Looks like that wicked tonsil stone I had dude."
"GRODDY LYNN!"
"Wanna hold it?" Lynn teased, Lincoln squinting his face, mock-puking again, before Lynn smirked and shrugged, throwing the tiny cheese chunk into the sewage.
"So...we both sorta lied to them so we'd get off Scott-free for what happened back there, right?" Lincoln asked in a more reserved, careful tone.
"Fuck yeah...besides, who ever made those cheese towers like they did really fucked up on the designs! I mean, who the heck doesn't make them climbable? That's just stupid!" Lynn cried out in a comical gruff tone, folding her arms. Lincoln laughed hard, the thought of those cheese wheel towers being designed for someone like Lynn to climb them, it was funny for some reason.
Then Lynn gave a rather random, unusually soft nudge to Lincoln's shoulder.
"Hm? Lynn?"
"But...dude? I...I really am trying," Lynn squeaked.
"Oh? Trying what? To get us killed? HA!"
"NO ASS! My...my smells bro...I am getting better about it...it's, I hope it's getting better," Lynn quietly cooed, in a rather sensitive tone. Lincoln felt his dogging of Lynn's foot odor may have hit her a little too hard, since it seemed she was routinely teased about that.
"Yeah...I, I'm sure you're getting better about it Lynn. And again, I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want you getting hurt, so I thought, well...ya know, making fun of how smelly your feet can be would make ya come down, but...it was kinda low. I just care about you Lynn, I'm sorry," Lincoln said gently, pulling her in for a soft, warm hug. Lynn was so glad it was really dark down there, otherwise he'd see her suddenly shed some tears and get wildly red and flushed again.
"Thanks Lincoln...that means a lot to me," Lynn replied, holding back a girly choke, squeezing him back. A few seconds into the deep hug, they realized how soaked, pruny and smelly they were.
"Heheh, hey Lynn, now we both smell like feet, AHAHHAHAHA!"
"Speak for yourself dude, you smell like that and throw-up! Not to mention-"
"Uhh...Lynn?" Lincoln suddenly interrupted, stopping her mid sentence, reaching his hand in her soaked, damped hair.
"Ya got some...eheheh, lemme get em out," Lincoln laughed under his breath, feeling around her head...Lynn just froze.
"HOLY SHIT! HE"S...he's touching me so sweetly," Lynn roared out happily in her head.
Lincoln was taking out the small chunks of cheese and gobs of sewage pieces stuck in her hair. He pulled out his cellphone to get a better view. Lynn tried all her might to stop tearing up from how...wonderful and weird it felt, especially of all times, for Lincoln to be this caring and helpful. She admitted her hair was not one of her priorities in life, not like the others, save for Lana and Lisa.
"This...feels good," Lynn giggled internally, letting the nerves on her scalp be far more receptive to Lincoln's firm but gentle, intricate touch. Every stroke and brush of him working diligently to clean up her hair, it rippled her body in micro ecstatic bursts.
Lincoln then suddenly shined some of the cell on Lynn's face.
In that split second, Lynn panicked, pretending to slide backwards and splash her face with more milky sewage.
"Holy dang Lynn! You okay?"
"Yeah! Woooooo! Almost slipped right there...oh," Lynn huffed softly, now feeling herself in Lincoln's grasp. He dived forwards and had her in his arms...she could feel how tense and concerned they felt...and his shirt got soaked so badly she could feel through it...his abs. What was worse...and it was only just now they realized it...one of Lincoln's hands was cupping Lynn's boob.
"...HOLY SHIT! SORRY!" Lincoln shouted as he rocketed as far back as he could off her, sliding as far off from Lynn on the cheese wheel, causing it to twirl and spin. He realized he put the cellphone in the ziplock bag down, and nearly lost it save for Lynn somehow feeling it almost slip off. Of course, she almost fell off, Lincoln now grabbing her at the last second from behind...and more awkwardness.
Lincoln used his weight to slam down on Lynn's body from slipping off...Lincoln's crotch was smashed into Lynn's small but plump, muscular ass, hard. Lynn's eyes twitched from the sensation of Lincoln wedged hard on top of her. Lincoln...just blared a full blown red.
"I...I got your cell," Lynn said under her breath...Lincoln's head was just above hers...and some extra turbulence on the milky sewage currents taking them down further caused the cheese wheel to rock hard...making it feel like Lincoln was pounding into Lynn hard from behind.
Lynn inadvertently let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, her body rippling in pleasure as her tongue dangled out...Lincoln for some reason having a hard time getting off her...not physically, he could slide off, but...something about this felt off and yet...right...and one turn in the pipe really caused Lincoln to press down inadvertently hard in the current, both giving an abnormally sensual but disguised moan.
It took a moment for their minds to register what was happening...a few moments...a few extra moments...
"...HOLY SHIT!" Both yelled in their heads, each gruffly grunting out surprised shocks, Lincoln flipping on his back as hard as he could, causing the cheese wheel to nearly capsize. Lynn was tossed up, and her body flipped forwards, falling right on Lincoln's. They knocked their foreheads, and somehow...their lips met.
Another manhole from above shined even more light randomly. Lynn saw Lincoln's face, and Lincoln hers...both freckled teens flushed, red, totally unsure what to do.
Lynn to her credit at least, after imaging things...slowly slid off him, parting their lips from one another. Lincoln just took his corner of the cheese wheel slowly.
"Aaaaaahhh...our breath reeks," Lynn nervously giggled, turning the corner and licking her lips...it was gross with all the gunk on them...but she felt compelled...Lincoln quickly turned his head and did the same.
"He...here," Lynn quietly said, sliding Lincoln the ziplock bag with his cell.
"Thanks...thank you for saving it Lynn."
"No problem...and thanks for saving me."
"No...no problem...always Lynn."
Everything went witheringly quiet again. Light was trickling in even more from manhole covers...when suddenly the random numbers they just lied about to Lisa earlier, 23C, by random chance, came up along the gentle trickling currents of this bend of the sewage pipe.
"No friggin way," Lynn blurted out in a laugh, before what was left of her and Lincoln's color drained from their faces.
The whole sewage line from that one with the 23C label, was blocked with cheese, but seeping sewage milk out in large spurts...slowly failing and falling apart. It looked like it was under pressure from the other side, ready to blow out any moment.
"...tsk tsk, well this isn't good," Lynn mumbled, Lincoln ready to freak out again.
Then some mashing, squishy congealing noises cried out from behind the clogged dairy entrance.
"Hold crud...HOLY CRUD LYNN! WE GOTTA GO! WE GOTTA GET THE HECK OUT OF-"
PLOP!
The entire congealed dam of cheese chunks gave way to the exceeding pressures of sewage and milk, shooting out in another rapid tsunami surge.
"...GOD DAMN IT! AGAIN!?" Lincoln roared out, feeling his fingers instinctively grip the cheese wheel. Now though it was warmed and warping under their fingers and body heat. Lincoln and Lynn's hands meshed right through the cheese...it was deforming under them fast, and they only had a good twenty seconds before the surge would hit them.
"...this ain't good," Lynn squeaked, looking around alertly, trying to see if anything in the surroundings could help them. Her mind flew into action, scanning the surroundings and trying to jam out an instant plan. While Lincoln was trying to hold the chunks of the cheese wheel crumbling and melting under them, slowly sinking, Lynn...asked herself what Lincoln would do.
She saw pipes, small ones above her.
"THAT"S IT!" Lynn shouted in excitement, getting to her feet and doing a kick jumping motion, almost capsizing her and Lincoln over, but enough to grab up onto the pipes above her. There were quite a few, spaced enough from the roof to allow someone their size to hang on and hide up there.
"LYNN! THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?"
"SAVING YOUR ASS DORK! THIS MIGHT BE IT!"
"WHAT THE...Oh...shit! OH SHIT!" Lincoln yelled, the slurry about to hit him in less than ten seconds! The cheese wheel was now ready to deform completely under him.
"TAKE MY HAND LINCOLN!"
Lynn reached her hand down; Lincoln was frozen solid in petrified fear from the huge cheesy milky sewage slurry barreling at him.
"LINCOLN!"
Lincoln felt a hand grab him by his black jacket hoodie as he was ripped up just in the nick of time, the cheese wheel completely falling apart under his feet, before chunks of the dairy surge re-soaked his legs and feet. Luckily, Lynn pulled him out just at the last moment.
"LINCOLN! LINCOLN!" Lynn cried out, pulling him up to her, looking into his eyes, slapping him and trying to get him out of his shock.
"Jesus! Dude...Lincoln! Bro! It's alright! I got you. I got you," Lynn cooed, rubbing his cheeks and neck. He looked...frozen.
"Damn it bro...don't go catatonic on me...please," Lynn cried out silently, feeling herself beginning to cry out angry tears.
Suddenly a stray huge chunk of cheese slammed into the pipes they were held up in, knocking Lynn and Lincoln down into the rapids of cheese, milk and sewage.
Lynn saw Lincoln disappear under the surface like a rock hitting water. She never felt such a violent shock in her life, seeing her brother in his state sink down under the disgusting rapids.
She dove under, ignoring the horrible gross pain and nauseating feeling all around. Lincoln was drowning...no way in fucking hell would she let him die on her watch.
Lincoln suddenly brushed up against her, moving at full speed with her underwater, but was wide awake, mouth closed, trying to pull her up to the surface.
They got their heads out to the surface, breathing in the horrific but still viable air, gasping as hard as they could.
"HOLD ONTO ME LINCOLN!" Lynn cried out, Lincoln swimming as hard as he could over to her.
But the same cheese wheel that knocked them down slurried between them, before capsizing over on its side...right onto Lynn, pushing her down.
"LYNN!" Lincoln cried, diving full blast under the cheese wheel. Lynn was pinned between the sewage pipe's base and the cheese wheel, and she was being pressed closer and closer against the bottom, inches away from being violently smashed by the huge weight of the cheese wheel floating on top of her.
Lincoln felt adrenaline he felt few times in his life overtake him. He kept his place, before flipping on his back, feeling that horrible sense of sewage milky water shoot in his nose and throat, ignoring like hell the disgust overtaking him, pressed his back against the base sewage floor that nearly shredded his jacket and back, then with all his might, pressed against the cheese wheel with his arms and legs, creating just enough space for Lynn to inch herself from under the worst part.
Then Lincoln did something unthinkable; he held the cheese wheel as hard as he could with one arm, reaching another to pull Lynn out. He could hardly see, but the moving figure in the shady dark waters, he could just barely make that out. He waived and wafted and gripped his hands at the shape coming closer and closer to him.
And at last, Lincoln felt Lynn's hoodie. He gripped and ripped the figure as hard as he could, letting the cheese wheel sink back onto him as he used its compression force on the surrounding rapid slurry to shoot Lynn out, still in his grip. He almost got pinned down, but managed to wiggle out. He could feel Lynn kicking her body up to the surface. He let go, and felt a hand grab his, pulling him up to the surface.
Both heads now up, gasping for precious yet toxic air, Lynn pulled him over to another intact cheese wheel floating behind the larger one, which just happened to crash on the side of the sewage wall, smashing into many chunky pieces.
"AND FUCK YOU TOO! SUCK MY BROTHER'S GIANT COCK!" Lynn roared out at it, Lincoln wrapping himself around her as she pulled them up the smaller cheese wheel. He couldn't help but briefly smile and laugh under his breath by how absurd Lynn's statement of contempt was, even if...there was a tiny grain of semi-truth to it.
Now riding the still moving rapids out, they could see the bright glimmer of lights coming up, but on the right. The slurry was moving at a fork in the sewage system.
"We gotta head to the right, towards the light Lynn! That's the exit! I think," Lincoln said, Lynn banging her head and ears loose of sewage milk and tiny cheese chunks.
More and more pipes started connecting above their heads, some in crazy shapes, some at curled angles along the sides of the walls. Seeing how tightly welded and anchored they were above gave Lynn another idea like before.
She pulled off her hoodie and wrapped Lincoln in her arms.
"Lynn?"
Lynn suddenly smiled a little too dare-devilishly and wiped her hoodie around one of the pipes above them, Lincoln getting what she was trying to do, and held onto her tight. She looked down for a moment, and felt a jolt of electric warmth seeing Lincoln cuddle his body into hers trying to stay safe.
"It's okay bro, I got this, I'll keep you safe, just like you did for me," Lynn cooed happily, Lincoln looking up and seeing her smile, jubilant and defiant to the situation they were in, brave and more than willing to tackle on what he thought was among his more fucked adventures.
It gave Lincoln an incredible surge of strange, fluttery feelings.
Lynn pressed down on the cheese wheel, making it deflect just a few inches to the right fork of the slurry rapids, towards the light, then pulled her hoodie off the pipes, now travelling towards the new path.
"HOLY SHIT LYNN! YOU DID IT!" Lincoln yelped out in joy, hugging Lynn ecstatically. Lynn was tempted to shove Lincoln off gruffly and comically...but didn't want to let this moment go. As messed up as it was, how smelly and soaked and battered and bruised they were, nearly almost drowning and being crushed to death, and causing almost a quarter of Dairyland to get wiped out from their escapades...Lynn had one hell of a ball, and was more than ever feeling head over heels for Lincoln.
She wanted to feel him hug her forever.
She felt tears streaming down her face. Happy tears, of keeping her brother safe, of his ungodly ability and instincts to defy his usual wormy nature and be what she knew he was secretly, a badass and athlete like her, but most of all...someone she admired for his character. Not only did she feel enraptured in Lincoln giving off the emotional feel that she was her hero...he was her hero as well.
And within moments of passing the fork, light was trickling even more. It'd be seconds before the entrance came.
"We...we did it...we saved each other dude," Lynn gurgled out with a wet tone, pulling Lincoln with her own tight embrace, quickly wiping her eyes clear. She began looking into his eyes, Lincoln into hers.
"...whoa...what...the hell?" Lincoln thought, feeling his heart fluttering even more than before...it was the kind of fluttering he felt...for Luna.
Their mutual gaze felt much longer and more...fuzzy in their souls than Lincoln cared to admit...and then within a matter of seconds, cloudy sunlight.
Both were now drifting out of the sewer, outside again, floating towards a swampy patch of grasses and leaves. The sky was grey yet bright above, all over in the air. It looked like fog and mist was wafting all around them. They squinted, letting their eyes recalibrate to the real world luminosity from being near pitch dark, barely laminated conditions.
Both Lynn and Lincoln realized this was the sewage entrance near a little stream by the Royal Woods High School.
Lincoln let go of Lynn. It felt...almost wrong to let her go from his grasp, but, he forced himself. It was so unclear as to why he felt that in this moment.
"Wow...that...ehehe...that, that was something, eh Lincoln? We must have traveled like, what, ten miles? Maybe more from Dairyland through them sewers?" Lynn said, trying to get her focus back. She plopped off into the marshy waters and pulled their cheese wheel to the grassy mucky shore. Lincoln hopped off, nearly tripping forwards but caught himself.
"Uuuuuggghhh...most of it was us going ridiculously fast and almost getting killed. We're unusually lucky to be alive...we don't tell mom or dad or the others about this, okay?" Lincoln asked Lynn.
"Super duper fuckin agreed, we'd be in serious shit with them for a long time, but dude, you outta be use to getting into death-defying situations by now" Lynn said with a smirk, spitting in her hand and putting it out for Lincoln to grab. Lincoln just winced.
"...don't remind me, AND GRODDY LYNN!"
"Oh come on, is this really the grossest thing you'll touch today? It's a promise-oath doofus."
"...maybe it is the grossest thing I'd touch today," Lincoln giggled with a smirk, before some sludge dribbled from his hair onto his nose. Lynn just laughed her butt off and grabbed his hand.
"Ha ha ha, very funny," Lincoln steamed, wiping the sludge off his face inadvertently with the hand that just shook Lynn's, her saliva all over his face now. He rubbed his face in the inner part of his soaked hoodie jacket. Then the stench really hit them.
"HOLY CRUDSTONES WE STINK!" Lincoln blurted out, nearly gagging from the smells. Lynn suddenly grabbed Lincoln and walked him up the small incline from the stream, right through some trees, and there, was Royal Woods High School.
"I got it covered dude. Look," Lynn said, pointing to the high school. It looked virtually empty save for a few students here or there hanging out either waiting for rides or just screwing around.
"Yeah, the high school. So?"
"So? Dude, I got some perks for being the star quarterback here, eheheheheh. Come on, we'll shower up. I got some spare clothes you can borrow."
"We? Your clothes?" Lincoln asked uncomfortably.
"They'll fit ya, and ya know, it's not like we're that different, save for my obviously stronger, more athletic taller frame, eheheheh."
"LIKE ONE INCH, IF THAT!" Lincoln roared out before laughing.
Lynn, for all her athleticism and abilities, was still a shrimp by family height standards and by the average height of the girls at high school. It didn't faze her though, Lincoln admired that. She just persevered on and showed just how much she could kick ass, no matter what she lacked physically. She just kicked ass in general and always had a big personality. Lincoln really liked that about her, even if that personality was a bit much at times.
As they were walking along through the back parts, leaving a sludgy, milking trail of tiny cheese bits in their grimy footprints, Lincoln suddenly had a rather quaint thought pop up.
He found it astounding how Lynn didn't have a boyfriend yet.
Astounding.
That was the word that came to him, of all words. Why that one he thought? Given how he knew Lynn so well, he thought she'd have someone, or gloat about having a sporty athletic boyfriend that she could compete with. He never really pushed those talks with her normally, but, deep down, he did consider her attractive, extremely attractive in her own way, in a tomboyish physical way and from the fact he knew her more tender sides as well...even when she'd give him shoulder punches that would still hurt. But, she did toughen him up. Lincoln never forgot the investment Lynn put in to build Lincoln up to being better able to handle his own.
"Huhh...ya know, Lynn?"
"Yeah Linc?"
"This is sorta a question coming outta left field-"
"Pffttt, bring it, I can handle any question doofus," Lynn smirked with an overconfident tone.
"Okay...well...do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Lynn seemed to shut down for a moment...and froze.
"Shit...tender question?"
"Uhhhmmmm," Lynn stuttered, not expecting this question to come from her brother, now of all times. It was totally out of left field like Lincoln said, and she could usually handle those in the strictest literal sense.
"Lynn? If that's a sore subject I won't-"
"Nah, it's cool bro...no, I don't have a boyfriend. I'm too busy most of the time training, doing sports, being with you dorks of a family or just trying to squeak by with my shitty classes here. Why ya ask?"
"I...I dunno. I mean, it's sorta funny, I noticed that we sorta don't have any couples in the family besides Lori and Bobby."
"Oh god, don't bring them up man, that's like the grossest kind of love possible, mushy love," Lynn joked, pretending she was puking her guts.
"But hey, I mean, you and Ronnie Anne lasted for a good while before the Beaver-side took her."
"Beaver-side Lynn?"
"Ya know...you and her...I...I dunno, I jumped the gun and assumed she broke your heart, but, I found out she was...ya know, figuring out she's more into girls."
"...yeah...that was...sorta a sucker punch for me, though it didn't hurt as bad as when Clyde moved away."
"I know, Luna and Luan told us, remember? So you gay for Clyde?" Lynn snickered.
"OH GET BENT OVER LYNN!" Lincoln roared out, falling to the corner wall laughing.
"ME AND CLYDE, AHAHAAAHHA! Look, we're like bros for life, doesn't mean I wanna date him."
"Hmmmm...cause...since we're on this little topic bro, you sorta haven't done any dating, so you're either still swoonin over Ronnie Anne, you're gonna become a priest and not get involved, or...you swing for the same team," Lynn said with a stinker face.
"...only you could jump to the conclusion I might be gay because I haven't found a girl yet," Lincoln said, lying through his teeth. He had to, he had no choice. And yet...something in that felt semi truthful, when he was talking about it to Lynn. It was as though...he couldn't put his thumb on it...a minor little current of something...more was possible with Luna, more...variety? But he ignored it. He also didn't like how his eyes seemed to drop down to Lynn's ass in passing glances.
"Whoa...friggin random as hell," Lincoln thought.
"Hmmmm...cause, dude, I don't mind if you're into taking it from behind by dudes, you're still gonna be my bro, no matter what," Lynn teased.
"JESUS! What do I gotta do? Show you my browsing history?"
"ehehhehe...sure, I could use a laugh...and new material. Always wondered if my broski is a size queen or not," Lynn hissed jokingly in his ear, Lincoln blushing heavily.
"Hehhehe...bet you stumbled onto some gay porn ya like and keep watching it over and over."
"Go blow yourself Lynn!"
"I could if I was packing what you had, HA!"
"God damn it Lynn..."
"I totally bet you pretend you're the guy being turned into a twinkie."
"You're one to talk tomboy!"
"...the heck you talkin about?"
"HA! You don't remember, do ya?"
"...remember what doofus?"
"Oh man! FYI, Clyde saw it too, ahahhahhahahahaha!"
"SAW WHAT LINC?"
"Dang Lynn, eheeheheh...couple years ago when me and Clyde asked to borrow your laptop because he forgot his? Remember? You used us as dummies for football practice afterwords?"
"Hehehehe, oh yeah! I think I remember that! You two were still scrawny! Hheeheheh."
"Ha ha ha, laugh all you want, cause you forgot to delete your browsing history, and when me and Clyde were getting our logins set for our Minecraft battle-"
"Nerds, ehehehehe."
"Shut up...and when the history bar dropped down, we saw what you looked at last, ehehehhe."
"...the fuck you talkin about dude?"
"...does the phrase...teen girls pegging boyfriend...mean anything?"
Lynn just thought for a moment...before the color left her face.
"...you...you...and Clyde...saw-"
"You're lucky I took the fall on that one Lynn, friggin Clyde couldn't look at me for a month without thinking I wanted Ronnie Anne to literally bang me with a long piece of plastic, AHAHAHAHA!"
"...oh...oh my god...HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!?"
"Hey, it's all good Lynn. I kind of found it funny how ya looked that up."
"...I...I dunno...I was into crazy weird porn for a little while...I dunno...it was...why the fuck am I talking about this with you? Especially when people can hear?"
"Cause you love me, HAAHA! But, secret's safe with me Lynn, has been, always will be," Lincoln said cheerfully, crossing his heart and doing a pretend hanging motion.
"...wow...Lincoln, do you know what kind of ammo that is on me? You really didn't use that on me?"
"Heck no Lynn. You're a cave girl some of the time...well okay, most of the time, but, you're still my sister, no matter what. Plus, it was never our business to check that history bar anyways...just...ya know, delete your history."
"I...sorta learned that the hard way with Lori...oh god..."
"What, Lori found your history?"
"No...I found hers...she watched the same...never mind. Let's just get cleaned up dude."
"Okay Lynn...sorry I made this awkward."
"It's okay man...and hey, thanks for taking the fall on that one with Clyde...surprised he bought it."
"Well, ya know, only guy with ten sisters, not exactly out of the norm to be a little feminine, right?"
"Yeah, true, especially with how you take girly care of your feet and hair, except that cute cow lick, ehehehe," Lynn said with a quiet airy tone towards the end.
"Hey! I take pride in keeping good hygiene and...what did you say was cute?"
"...nothing..."
"Nah nah, what about my cowlick Lynn?"
"UUUUUgghhh...nothing!"
"Hmmmm...I'm gonna wonder what you said Lynn."
"Wonder away, I didn't say anything," Lynn growled in a bashful lie.
Then Lynn punched Lincoln in the shoulder out of nowhere, getting a yelping laughing from Lincoln.
They continued to walk up along the football field, giving one another a playful little punch, past the locker rooms to the Gymnasium entrance, locked already.
"Ah dang it! This stinks, literally and figuratively," Lincoln groaned.
"Relax man, I got a key, ehehe," Lynn giggled, waiving a white card across a sensor, the doors opening up, showing a completely empty gymnasium. To their left were the locker rooms.
"Funny, the key pad is broken on those locker rooms, but the Gymnasium works just fine, ehehhe. Now take your shoes off broski."
Lincoln and Lynn started taking their shoes off.
"Yeesh...I've gone through how many pairs of shoes the last few weeks?" Lincoln groaned.
"I'd lend ya a pair of mine, but you got some big feet dude."
"They're not that big Lynn...oh...yeah, they are... good lord," Lincoln mumbled, looking down at his socked-soaked feet.
"Well, no point in keeping these on, yuck!" Lincoln said, ripping his socks off and tossing them in the trash. Lynn took hers off and followed suit.
"Why'd ya throw yours away Lynn?"
"Monkey see, monkey do, ahahahh, I dunno, wanted to make a wicked shot from this distance. Needed to get rid of them anyways."
"Man you gotta turn everything into a competition, don't ya."
"I wouldn't be the Lynn you know and love if I didn't, would I," Lynn giggled as she grabbed a big black trash bag.
"Coats n shit in here. We can haul it home."
"Uuuuhhh...what are ya doin Lynn?"
"Keeping our crap safe and off us doofus. No one's gonna wanna steal our stuff cause of the smell anyways, but, I don't wanna take any chances when we're showering in the girls locker room."
"Oh, okay, I see what you...WE? GIRLS LOCKER ROOM?"
"Oh...yeah, my key thingy only works on the girls locker room door," Lynn said, inside her head smirking; it could open the boys as well, but, she just wanted Lincoln in there with her.
"...man, that sucks for me. Well...okay...I...I guess."
"Dude, relax, we share the same shower at home, remember?"
"Yeah, but, we take turns," Lincoln said, blushing as he was struggling with his sludged-out jacket.
"Dude, we're gonna take turns. Yeesh, you make it sound like I'm trying to get us together alone in the shower, AHAHAHAHHA!" Lynn laughed loudly, seeing Lincoln's squirming face.
"Hehehehehe...yeah, that's right sexy, you're on my turf now," Lynn thought lustfully, before she turned around, feeling her face flush from sexual excitement.
"Alrighty dudette, come on," Lynn called out with a smirk.
"It's dude knucklehead," Lincoln grumbled, pouting a bit as he was being led into the girls locker room. It was basically the same as the boys locker room, although not nearly as smelly, no urinals and more showering spots.
"Coulda fooled me with that ass of yours," Lynn slyly said under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Lincoln, now pouting a bit as he was being led into the girls locker room, couldn't help at take in the lowly lit surroundings. It was basically the same as the boys locker room, although not nearly as smelly, no urinals and more showering spots. The light wasn't as intense, though only two low lights were on by the entrance. Windows along the upper walls that looked extremely murky allowed some of the cloudy light to filter in, but, it was rather tranquil, almost seemingly abandoned save for the extremely clean nature inside.
"Dang...I wish the guy's locker rooms at my middle school were clean like this Lynn. Stinks to high heaven like BO and dirty socks in there, and it's too dang messy."
"Yup, I remember them, we had to get prepped in their sometimes for Roller Derby, man it was fun to screw around in there."
"Screw around?"
"Coaches let us pull pranks on some of the guy's lockers in there. Heck, I sprayed a bunch of whipped cream in this one locker, oh my god that was funny!"
"...that's messed up Lynn."
"The guy sooooooo did not expect to put on his shorts and feel that, ahahaaaaah! As Luan would say Linc, he really creamed himself, AHAHHA!"
"Oh god, groddy!" Lincoln groaned while trying not to laugh.
Lynn lead Lincoln over to her locker along the long rows of lockers. Hers was a ground-level one, jammed to the gills with her sports gear, some football equipment, jock straps, cleaning and first aid supplies, and what looked like a triple set of back-up clothing.
"Wow...damn Lynn, you're prepped."
"Yeah...I'm awesome," Lynn said with a giddy tone, pulling out two towels and two pairs of flip flops.
"Oh yeah, gonna want to wear these," she said to Lincoln, throwing the flip flops over to him, "Stacy Hopper apparently is suppose to have some gnarly athlete's foot. Wouldn't want my bigfoot-of-a-bro getting that yucky stuff."
"...ya know, you could have told me that before I started walking barefoot in here," Lincoln groaned, looking at the underside of his toes and feet now with some worry.
"Relax, I mean in the showers stalls. Floor in here should be okay. Janitor cleaned it up pretty good and bleached the shit outta the shower stalls too, but, ya never know, right? Be on your toes, ehehehe."
"Yeesh...still, ya know? I don't need to get that stuff."
"Yeah, it'd be pretty bad for a guy like you who's, well... pretty darn girly with them big feet, ehehehhehe."
"HEY!"
"AHAHHAAHHAAHAH!"
"Curse you Lynn," Lincoln mumbled with a pouty face.
"Awwwww, ya know I'm kiddin, but it serves you right for makin fun of my stinky feet."
Lincoln just turned around and shot Lynn a Lily-inspired raspberry.
"Alright, har har har...well...who wants to go first?" Lynn asked as she was sliding her pants off. Lincoln spun like a dime, turning bright red.
"LYNN!?"
"...what? Ain't nothin you haven't seen before," Lynn said with a smirk, before angling her head down to see Lincoln's ass. She couldn't help at salivate just a tinge.
"...right...so...you sure you don't want to go first Lynn?"
"Nah, you first broski. Ladies first after all, ehehehehe."
"Oh screw you Lynn," Lincoln groaned with a defiantly forming smile, grabbing a towel, slipping on his flip flops. He walked over to a corner stall way out of Lynn's sight.
"...ya...please...screw me dude," Lynn suddenly said quietly, before freaking out when she heard her own voice.
"Shut up shut up SHUT UP LYNN!" Lynn cried out in her head, smacking her forehead hard against her locker. The noise echoed loudly.
"The heck ya doin Lynn?" Lincoln called out.
"Sorry, just tripped."
"I thought you were suppose to be the athletic one in the family," Lincoln said tongue in cheek.
"Oh blow me dude," Lynn growled out, Lincoln laughing...Lynn truly meaning that though.
She sat herself on the bench, cracking her neck, breathing in and out slowly to try and ease her tender nerves.
"...god I stink...and not just cause I smell like watery fungal trash...in love with your brother Lynn...fucking sexually attracted to him Lynn...hell, even the sex stuff is fucking not normal...god I suck," Lynn thought to herself, cupping her forehead as she leaned forwards, trying to let her mind drift blank.
Something, anything, just to not think about him she begged.
The shower turned on. Lynn's ears heard that among the pitter patter of footsteps from Lincoln's flip flops.
"Now he figures it out, ehehehe," Lynn giggled, knowing how screwy the knobs the showers could be. Lincoln happened to choose the shower stall with the most messed up knob. The only thing good about it was that the stall walls were a little higher, just around the top of his head.
"Man did we fucking luck out today. Good thing too. Must have been an early day...Monday...huh...Monday...why does this feel...nah, I'm overthinking it," Lynn said, wondering why today was seemingly bugging her.
"Something about today...a little detail...huh...can't put my finger on it," Lynn grumbled, feeling the side of her head.
"Did I get dinged up pretty badly in there or what?" Lynn laughed, thinking back to those more urgent parts in the sewer.
Shower mist was drifting all around.
"Wow...that's gotta be one hot shower Lincoln's taking...he better leave me some soap, ehehe...wait a sec...is there soap in the dispenser?"
Lynn walked over and was about to call out for Lincoln, when suddenly he came out of his rather large spacious stall, a towel somewhat held around his mucky but still trimmed physique. Lynn froze behind the lockers, staring at Lincoln enter another shower stall and grab a soap dispenser. Seeing his body steam, his hair wet, his abnormally hairless body...Lynn shuttered, feeling her legs get severely weak.
And just as Lincoln was heading back into his stall, the towel around him suddenly unfolded off him.
Lynn squeaked hard, but quietly enough to freak out without causing any commotion. Lincoln's bare round ass was showing off to Lynn. Lynn rocketed a fist in her mouth and bit down, seeing him bend over, his sizable package wiggling about as he grumbled with an annoyed expression. Lynn burned the image of Lincoln bent over as she felt her body thrusting hard, her groin in particular...imagining she was behind Lincoln.
And Lincoln was back in the stall.
"...da fuck is wrong with me?" Lynn groaned as she felt her body tingle, gently moaning and humming from the rare secret chance.
And suddenly she found herself pulling off her shirt, now in her sports bra and her boxer-panties...gently caressing the exterior cloth along her female areas.
"Huhhuhuhuuh...I'm sorry Linc...but...I...I never get to do this...once...just once," Lynn groaned, getting on her feet as she tip toed quietly, ducking low and trying like hell to be like Lucy and meld with the loud showery mist filling the locker room.
Step by step, she could see in the small open space, Lincoln's feet in the flip flops. She could see him pulling one foot out and now standing on them, one foot disappearing at a time, him presumably cleaning each one.
Lynn sneaked closer and closer, sneaking over to a neighboring shower stall and using a small stool to snoop over the edge.
Lynn nearly felt a mini orgasm take her as she saw Lincoln, eyes closed as he was cleaning his hair, soap and suds cascading along his lean, trimmed, abed body, slowly moving in circular motions. His hair, Lynn observed, was longer than usual. He wasn't aroused but seemed a bit larger, probably from the hot streaming waters. His body was radiating red hot, freckles like hers draped and splattered all over. And when he turned around, she saw more freckles on his ass.
Lynn crashed her legs together, feeling her fingers down her panties into her curtains...Lynn wiggled her boxers and shook her sports bra off, now completely nude. She was so glad she washed her hands a bit earlier, even if she was still flithy...and she was filthy she believed, in spirit, for feeling and lusting like this after her younger brother...but she couldn't help it. As violently wrong and sick and fucked up and immoral it felt to her gut, it also told her it was the most right thing she knew, more right than her love of sports, more than her love of her family, more than her competitive mind...she knew she wanted more...but had to squeeze out all the satisfaction she could out of these chance little moments, how fucked up they were.
Suddenly other footsteps could be heard. Lincoln couldn't hear them because he had the shower waters blasting down his body.
Lynn ducked down, walked quietly out of the shower stall and looked around in a panic.
"Where did that come from? No one should be here!"
Lynn kept looking and following the sound. They were heavy footsteps, energetic ones...ones she couldn't help at recognize but not able to pinpoint.
"WHERE THE FUCK DO I REMEMBER THOSE...oooooooh shit," Lynn dreaded, everything hitting her like a ton of bricks.
It was Monday...she cancelled her first back to school day to go to Dairyland with her family, but...her Roller Derby team...Margo and Polly...they'd be coming by the locker rooms to get their equipment to practice. Lynn's time in football made it tricky, but she could play on the major Derby nights...Wednesday was one, but they were going to practice today.
"...oh FUCK ME! THEY'RE GONNA SEE LINCOLN AND ME IN HERE...FUCK!" Lynn roared out in fear internally.
The doors in the far corner opened up, the recognizable sounds of Polly and Margo, Lynn's most devoted Derby players, loudly and energetically rough-housing and walking in.
Lynn panicked! She couldn't think up a plan. Her mind utterly melted in terror.
She just acted, snapping into spontaneous action, undirected nerve without thinking...she grabbed her towel, slipped on her flip flops and rushed into the same stall Lincoln was showering in quickly yet quietly.
Breathing heavily, collecting herself, she couldn't believe how lucky it was for her that Lincoln forgot to lock the stall after grabbing more soap. She rocketed in at just the right angle, just out of Lincoln's peripheral vision, him still soaking in and relaxing from the hot waters.
"Wow...he didn't even notice the stall doors open and close behind him," Lynn thought, blushing at the form before her. He was facing the other way, soap was still on his face.
Lynn was dead quiet, enough so for those moments that Lincoln could really have been the only one there.
Lynn took this rare micro-moment to drink up Lincoln's up-close figure and his calm, self cleaning state. She watched with intense passion and glee, every other action by him being logged in her memory.
Then she heard them.
"You got the most messed up Jam time of the whole team Margo," Polly gloated with a big smile, her chin coming from the shadows of the locker rooms, followed by Margo coming around the corner.
"Get kneed in the groin Pain. You still sneak your feet in those hits. Ya know the rules," Margo retorted back as she punched Polly in the arm hard. Polly gave a playful punch to Margo's shoulder in return.
"Whatever bucky-mcgee, you need to shave like, 2-3 seconds with a one on one with me on the track," Polly said, wobbling happily back and forth, plopping on her butt on the bench next to her locker, right next to Lynn's.
Polly grew extremely tall and muscularly lean, almost as tall as Leni, about six foot one inch, with long wavy brown hair, pigtails still poking out and chin still ever as large as it was, though a bit more proportional to her body. Margo was skinnier to Polly's lean physique, but still looked like she could take a nasty head-on hit. Like Polly, she was covered in bruises and band aids, but had much lighter, frillier clothing on than Polly, who had on jeans, a short t shirt and flip flops with socks on. Margo had her light brown hair with a red and purple streak down the middle, plain brown shoes and still sported her buck teeth, chipped on the corner much like Lincoln's.
They fused and messed with each other in a playful punching game, Polly obviously winning.
Her eyes didn't even capture the fact that Lynn's locker and her clothes were strewn about hapazardly, yet the locker itself pretty neatly organized, if not smelly and a bit rank.
Margo was the first though to notice, and just found the moment to point this odd fact out after being nuggied right in the center of her head.
"Polly! Didn't Lynn call out of class today?"
"Oooooooooooh shit...fuck," Lynn whispered in a grimace, Lincoln, still washing away, was totally unaware that Lynn was right behind him...him in the nude, Lynn with the towel around her, nor of the two athletic girls that could easily kick his ass for showering in hear with Lynn without context.
"I heard they were skipping. Dunno though, Lynn's stuff is usually the last thing anyone besides Lynn wants to touch, eheheh," Polly commented, Margo giggling hard from that. Lynn just grumbled, "I'm gonna smash you into the rail for that Pain."
Lynn blurted that out too loudly. Lincoln heard it, and Polly and Margo heard Lynn's voice too.
"Lynn? Lynn, is that you?" Margo called out.
And just as Polly and Margo were heading to the one shower stall with a blaring shower running, Lincoln turned around and saw Lynn right behind him in her towel...he froze solid as his body rocked with blood flow flushing back and forth like a tsunami of unsure mortified shock throughout his body.
"LYNN!?" Lincoln whisper-shouted in shock. He looked down, seeing himself in all his unglorified extended glory, swollen from the hot waters. Lynn froze as her eyes rebelliously looked up and down her brother's form...seeing his groin on full blast...Lincoln closed his legs and tried to tuck it in, waving his arms and legs in on themselves.
"Did...did Lincoln just get wildly hard from seeing me?...oh fuck me, I don't have time for that now," Lynn thought, now having to think really fast.
She grabbed the little stool inside the shower they were in, turned Lincoln around and sat him on his butt. She threw her towel off and wrapped it around his body as tight and encompassing as possible, especially around his chest. Lynn was so thankful she used huge towels versus the tiny ones the high school provided.
"LYNN!?" Lincoln quivered fearfully.
"Keep your mouth shut and let me do all the talking if you wanna make it out of this alive," Lynn whispered harshly yet supportively as she adjusted her towel around him more. Now stripped naked, Lincoln...for the first time, not since they were toddlers...saw Lynn toweless...naked.
He squeaked sheepishly with a tight swallowing gulp. He slammed his hands on his eyes, but Lynn swiped them off.
"Play along bro, keep it natural" Lynn squeaked, before the upper head of Polly was almost looming over the shower door.
Lynn grabbed a ton of shampoo and drenched it all over Lincoln's hair as fast as possible, making a cartoonishly large, foamy layer of bubbles enveloping his scalp, dropping down in the shape of short neck-long hair to give the visage that he was a she.
"Hey Lynn-sanity! What's goin on girl?" Margo called out, now barely poking her forehead over.
"Hey guys! What's up?" Lynn replied back as calm and smoothly as possible, getting behind Lincoln and now pawing his scalp. Lincoln felt such a violent electrical sensation overtake him...it felt so good his eyes almost rolled back from Lynn's fingers doing their thing on his head.
"Why ya come back to school Lynn? Ain't you playin hookey with your family today?" Polly asked, more than able to look inside but still standing on her tippy toes to look over. Her eyebrows rocketed right up when she saw Lynn cleaning the hair of someone else.
"...Lynn?" Polly asked in a matter-of-fact tone. Margo got on her toes on the step stool she pulled over and saw as well.
"...whoa...bad time Lynn?" Margo asked.
"What? This? Ohhhh, it's no big deal, I...I got my cousin, uuuuuhhmm...Li...Lin...Linc...Link...Linka...Link! I got my cousin Linka with me today. Had a ball at Dairyland but some things went down and we got filthy."
"Cousin? Dang girl, she looks almost like your brother," Polly opinioned openly, Lincoln blushing red, so thankful he was pointed the other direction. They could only see his back and the back of his head covered in suds, minor parts of his face and soapy bubbles n foam, the towel around him and his feet in the flip flops,.
"Hey, Lynn's cousin! Very nice to meet ya. I'm Polly, the best derby player Lynn knows," Polly gloated.
Margo punched her really hard in the shoulder, Polly still giving a big cat-like grin.
"And I'm Margo. We're Lynn's best buds," Margo chirped happily, still having trouble looking over on her tippy toes. Polly suddenly picked up Margo to give her a little more eyesight.
"Polly? Put me down...or I'll hurt you...badly..."
"Hehhehhehe, whatever shortstop," Polly giggled, putting her back on the stool.
"Yeesh, you knuckleheads always screw with each other," Lynn chuckled, as she lathered her hands in a huge bubbly wad of body soap and coating around Lincoln's shoulders to shield his face. She felt her fingers a bit along his cheeks...they were red hot, and not just because the steam and waters around them.
"What else am I suppose to do when our shrimpy leader is gone?" Polly huffed happily, giving Margo a nuggie. Margo clocked a punch right in Polly's jaw.
"I'm sorry, was that your little kitten giving me a boop on my chin with his little kitty paws?"
"POLLY? I WILL END YOU!" Margo growled.
"Guys! Guys! Save it for the track! You can cream each other all you want, just don't go squirting each other's guts out," Lynn said in a jolly tone trying to calm them down. Lincoln found it weird how she phrased it.
"Besides, we all know I'd kick your butts anytime, any where at anything, ehehehehhe."
"IS THAT SO TEAM LEADER?" Polly roared out defiantly in a joking combative tone. Margo gave Lynn a major stink-eye as well.
"Eh ehmm...how many times did I beat you guys in a one-on-one again? Margo?"
"...fifteen times..."
"And you Polly?"
Polly just kept silent and squinted fiercely at her.
"Come on...say it."
"...not while Margo is here."
"Say it or I'll tell the whole team," Lynn said with a sadisticly sensual tone. Lincoln felt the tone of her voice run in his mind...and suddenly he felt something happening down there.
"...oh shit...SHIT! NOT NOW!"
Lincoln crossed his legs, so simultaneously ashamed about the predicament he was in; turned on by how sensual his sister's voice got. He gently wiggled his towel down lower to cover more of his groin.
"...POLLY?"
"FUCK! FINE! IT...it was seventeen times..."
"...really? I thought she beat you head-to-head only nine times?" Margo opinioned.
"Polly here is a sore loser. She tried me one on one a few more times when she and I hung out."
"...AHAHAAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAH!" Margo roared out laughing, falling backwards on her butt and rolling back and forth, uncontrollably gasping for air. Polly just gave an evil looking smile to Lynn.
"This ain't over Lynnsanity! I WILL BEAT YOU AT DERBY ONE DAY! YOU CAN COUNT ON IT!"
"I love ya too," Lynn said in a sweet tone, turning around to reach her arm and pinch her cheek. Polly just grumbled, before she took a moment to survey Lynn's body.
"...what? Nothing you've never seen before," Lynn said with flighty tone.
"Yeah...not much to see anyways, ehehehe," Polly said under her breath, Lynn catching wind of what she just meant. Lincoln felt Lynn stomp her leg hard...that comment cut pretty deep.
"Yeah, you still sorta look like a dude Lynn, even with your hair down," Margo said. Lincoln couldn't believe how out-of-the-blue and tactless the comments from them were. They were all rough, gruff and rowdy with one another and probably roasted each other all the time...but Lincoln felt like this crossed a major line.
"Damn...that...that really cut Lynn deep," Lincoln thought, feeling the vibes of rage and inadequacy coming from her.
And for some reason, Lincoln was compelled to do something. Against his entire common sense, he turned his face around just enough...to see Lynn's eyes, his own hidden from the bubbles. Lynn's eyes had such intense glossy ripples, silently watering and welling with inadequacy and self doubt in them...and then he saw her profile...her naked body.
Lincoln thought it was his hormones just being outlandish again. He was secretly now sporting a massive hard-on seeing the minor parts of Lynn's physique in the corners of his eye, but, it caught him completely off guard.
"...whoa...how the fuck could those two think that? Lynn...Lynn is...holy shit I can't believe I'm saying this but...Lynn is so beautiful and...attractive...sexy..."
Then Lincoln did the unthinkable.
He coughed loudly in a completely girlish tone.
"...what the fuck is he-" Lynn thought in fear before she heard him squeak in a girly tone.
"She has a boyfriend you know," Lincoln said very gingerly in his girlish tone. It almost sounded like a female version of Lincoln.
"Say what now?" Both Margo and Polly asked in unison.
"Lynn has a boyfriend...he's really...he really cares about her. I seen them kiss and...do things...eheheheh."
Lynn just blushed extremely hard.
"...HOLY SHIT! LYNN? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU GOT HITCHED!?" Polly roared out happily, Margo leaning over and giving an awestruck Lynn a punch in the shoulder.
"...I...I...uuuuuhuhhh..."
"And," Lincoln continued in his girlish tone, "I accidentally caught them doing sex things, and boy is he big...really really big."
Lynn's nose shot a huge burst of blood, it splashing the back of Lincoln's back.
"WHOA! Calm down there girl! He ain't here!" Margo roared out laughing, before she fell over on her side.
Polly just handed Lynn a towel while Lynn just nervously motioned Lincoln to quickly head straight towards the pouring water.
"Wow...it can't be Francisco, right Lynn? Cause, he's all over Jeff's dick...too bad, you two would have made an awesome couple," Polly aloofly opinioned. Lynn suddenly lost her nerve to talk, still shell-shock as to what happened...what she heard Lincoln, her brother, say in his girly voice.
"N...no...it's not Francisco. I know he's gay and Jeff and him really like...what am I saying...love each other...it's...it's another guy," Lynn squeaked out before taking some soap and rubbing Lincoln's back extremely soothingly. Lincoln's eyes momentarily rolled back from how strong yet nurturing Lynn's hands were on his sore muscles. His toes and feet curled hard, he felt himself getting harder and harder, he almost let out a loud girlish moan.
He covered his mouth at the last moment, then realized what was happening down below.
"...oh good god...FUCK! WHY ARE YOU HERE? FUCK OFF!" Lincoln roared in his mind down below at his erect form, dreading the implications of what this entire situation would put forth.
"So, hey, congrats on getting a guy with a big dick Lynn, but me and Margo are gonna head out...once chuckles down there is done laughing," Polly said with an unamused tone, looking down and seeing Margo incapable of breathing from laughing so hard.
"Okay Margo, it ain't funny anymore!"
"NO! I JUST IMAGINED WHAT LYNN AND THAT DUDE GET UP TO! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OMG! OMG!"
"...first, don't degrade yourself actually saying omg Margo, second, dick size ain't important, third, of course you find it funny what a guy and girl do. You ain't into that."
"HEY! Don't make fun of my orientation Polly Fail!"
"Never did carpet muncher," Polly grinned with a heavy smirk.
"Alright, Lynn, we'll see ya later. Nice meeting ya Lynn's cousin," Polly said before stepping down. Margo got up on her stool to say bye as well.
"Bye Lynn, bye Linka! Really nice meeting ya, and nice to know I can get the big girthy dirt on Lynn from ya," Margo said with a cheeky tone, before Lynn splashed Margo in the face.
"Next time Margo, next time," Lynn joked, prepping a sudsy soapy ball of bubbles to through at her. Margo shrieked and dropped down fast, running over to Polly. Both of them grabbed their things from their lockers, headed out before shouting out bye to Lynn, and just like that, they were gone.
"Holy shit...that was too close," Lincoln mumbled in his girly tone, before coughing hard and shifting back into his regular voice.
"Yeah, no kidding. Guess I got a mouse of a lil cousin now who looks like ya," Lynn joked, giving a little punch to Lincoln's shoulder. It caused part of the towel to slope down a bit.
"So...is the coast clear? For real?" Lincoln asked, nerves still shot.
"I think so, looked like it when I took a peak. No other voices or feet I could see."
"Thank fuck...and Lynn? I owe you big time...for real."
"Hmmm...what to make my lil bro do for the huge favor, ehehehehe," Lynn laughed insidiously, Lincoln's face dropping in mortification, kicking himself for saying that.
"Don't worry doofus, I ain't gonna hold ya too much for it."
"Really Lynn?"
"...naaaaaaaaaaaah...AHAHHAHHAHAHHHH!"
"HA HA HA! Very funny Lynn!"
"The only funny one here is you looking like a girl with a big python dangling between your...huh..."
"What? What is it Lynn?"
Within moments Lincoln was sucker-punched with the realization Lynn just had herself, and now both kept still and silent; she and Lincoln were facing each other, Lynn completely butt-naked, Lincoln sporting a major erection looking at her without even knowing it...the outline was unmistakable, and Lynn saw it pulsate in her direction big time.
Both still kept silent...blushing hard.
"I...uuuuhhh..." Lincoln mumbled skiddishly, trying to squeeze his legs, but that just pushed it out and made the outline even more noticeable.
Lynn felt a huge wad of saliva dribble down from her mouth. She turned around on a dime, thinking that would hide it. She now had her round plump peach-like ass in Lincoln's eye, her back arched and streamlined, her hair out...she felt herself turn around, almost wanting to tease by wiggling her ass just a tinge...and she saw from the base of the towel where the head of Lincoln's member was...dribble an enormous amount of pre.
"Oh...oh my god...he...he's turned on...by me..."
"Fuck, FUCK FUCK! NOT NOW!" Lincoln screamed in his head, wiping his body around, back facing Lynn.
"Du...dude? Lincoln? Was that what I think I saw?" Lynn asked extremely delicately.
"I...I'm soooo...fuck...fuck me," he said with an embarrased tone.
"Linc...it's...it's okay. You've never seen a girl in...like in my state before probably...it's totally okay if...wow...it's cool dude," Lynn said endearingly, Lincoln almost near tears from how embarrased and ashamed he was, not just from the fact this was his sister, but that he was feeling things...things he only thought Luna should make him feel around her.
"This hasn't happened, not like this before...except...Luna," Lincoln dreaded in his head.
"Dude, really, I...even if you're my brother I take it as a complement. I mean...you're probably one of the first guys I know of to actually get...like that from me, so...thanks."
Lincoln leaned his head up, rather surprised by that statement.
"Me and my frickin hormones...but, that's nuts Lynn. I mean...look at you. I don't know how any guy wouldn't want you. I mean...look at you...god this is really sorta awkward to say but, Lynn? You're stunning."
Lynn felt so weightless on her feet, feeling like she was on cloud nine from Lincoln saying that.
"You...you really think I'm beautiful Lincoln?"
"Fuck yeah Lynn!...I...I shouldn't have said that like that..."
"...I'll take it as a massive complement dude."
"God...how much more awkward can this situation get?" Lincoln mumbled under his breath, Lynn now reaching for her towel and wrapping it around her. The shower was still steaming away, and their hot, sweaty freckled bodies still were in close proximity to one another.
"Well, I mean...it could have gotten a lot more awkward, but I think...we pretty much dodged the bullet from anyone-"
Suddenly the doors to the girls locker room burst wide open. About twelve or so preppy cheerleaders stomped right in, all giggling and and prepping to strip into their cheerleader uniforms.
"...you gotta be kidding me!" Lincoln cried out.
"Cheerleaders...my mortal enemies...and Varsity cheerleaders at that...fuckin figures," Lynn growled, as though she had a personal vendetta against the entire squad.
"Come on girls! We gotta clean up first! I don't want us stinking while we do practice!" The head cheerleader shouted.
"OMG KENDRA! THIS TRASH BAG HAS SOME STANK ASS SHIT IN IT!" A cheerleader shouted, poking at the bag Lynn and Lincoln threw their sewage-covered clothing in.
"...turn around dude, I gotta suds your head again," Lynn groaned to Lincoln, prepping him to look like his female cousin.
Lincoln just groaned out in disbelief.
"My body is pruned," he mumbled with a defeated sigh.
"Mine's getting there too," Lynn chuckled, as they kept their spots in the shower, both toweled, Lincoln dolled up with soap to look like a female version of himself besides the still persistent bulge under his towel. Lynn sat opposite, her back to his. Even in this fucked up situation, she felt giddy.
"He...he's attracted to me...oh my god he's attracted to me...physically, but...it's a start," Lynn shrieked in her head ecstatically.
Twenty-five long minutes of showering, giggling and gossping cheerleaders later...
"MAN! I thought they'd never get outta here!" Lynn said with an entirely put on annoyed tone. It was perilous but Lynn was really enjoying this time.
"You said it sister. I'm chalking this as one of the most awkward things to happen to me yet," Lincoln said, his tone more honestly annoyed, but with a hint of excitement.
"Really? Dude, wouldn't you want any of those girls out there? Just a little?" Lynn teased?
"...eeeehhh...sorta not my type Lynn."
"YES! YES! YES!" Lynn roared out in her head, still faced away and sporting a gigantic happy smile. She forced her rebellious grin into her classic smirk.
"Oh yeah, that's right! You're into dudes, I forgot!"
"Lynn, do me a favor. Go sit on a cucumber."
"...PPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHHH!"
"The hell you laughing at?"
"...it wasn't a cucumber bro," Lynn said with a daring sense of cheekiness.
"Wasn't a...what the hell are you-"
"Gourds..."
"...I'm not even gonna ask. I'm out," Lincoln groaned, trying to hide a laughing fit coming on. It seemed Lynn let slip a rather revealing detail...subtly but on purpose. He got up and rinsed the soap around his head and shoulders, holding on tight to his towel, not daring to use his hands even for a second. It was rather astounding he thought how the waters in the shower was still hot and steamy.
"I'm a go check to make sure the coast is really clear dude, k?"
Lincoln didn't respond. He had his head and the part of his back Lynn's nose bleed from earlier being rinsed off. The shower waters temporarily deafened his situational awareness.
"Eh, he's busy. Now, any more of them dumb bimbos out there left?"
Lynn headed to the bottom crack of the shower door, about six inches wide. She knelt down, looking around diligently for a good long while to make sure it was all clear. Unbeknownst to her the back part of her towel she had on parted ways partly from behind, revealing Lynn's bare backside.
And just as Lincoln finally finished rinsing all the soap, clearing it from his eyes from pure water pressure, he turned around and was not expecting it.
"...ho...holy fuuuuuuuuuck," Lincoln muttered under his breath, now getting a full blown view of Lynn's naked womanhood, her ass and her backside.
Lincoln tried to turn away as his shocked expression grew...but he felt a hand reach on his growing girth. He felt all the blood rush down, his usual sense severely nullified...his hand was rubbing against his junk as he found himself mock-humping the air, pretending he was inside and pounding Lynn.
Her ass wiggled slightly. She may have been a lot smaller than Luna in the derriere department, but it was just so gorgeous looking to Lincoln, so unique and tiny, but still delicious.
He caught himself drooling, grunting momentarily.
"Lynn...why the fuck don't you have a boyfriend?" He thought honestly. His mind raced so quickly at the thought that, if she wasn't his sister, he'd want someone with her lean, tough but to him drop dead gorgeous tomboy body.
"...WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!?"
Lynn suddenly inched back up, Lincoln spinning around on a dime, making a loud squshing sound in his flip flops. His feet almost slipped inside them from how soaked and slippery they were inside the plastic.
In a fluttered, confused and blushed state, Lincoln cracked his neck and held the towel loose around his waste, trying to ball up as much of the towel fabric around his groin as possible.
"Looks like we got the all clear doofus, ready?" Lynn said with a determined tone.
"I've never been more ready," he said, walking a bit closer but keeping his distance still from the upright Lynn. She looked down and saw that he loosened the towel around his waist to cover more of his groin. She also saw his abs.
"Fuck...one of my weaknesses," she thought, now getting a tinge red herself. She opened the door and had Lincoln walk quickly behind her to her locker.
"Here. These should fit ya still Linc."
Lynn handed Lincoln one of her old number one jersey shirts, sweat shorts with big pockets, and a grey number one hoodie that would still fit Lincoln. They both wore nearly the same size clothing.
"Thanks a ton Lynn. I owe you...for real, big time."
"Enough with the jibber-jabber dude. Get changed before someone sees us," Lynn said in a direct but playful tone.
Lincoln nodded and headed for one of the girls bathroom stalls. He towel was unintentionally slacking around his backside while he tried holding all the clothing Lynn gave him and the towel with just two hands.
"...God he's got such a hot ass...and God am I fucked up," Lynn huffed with a bewlidered yet amused tone.
"God she's got such a hot ass...and God am I fucked up, that's my sister...even though I'm already sorta hitched to Luna...fuck, am I that demented to have the hots now for Luna and Lynn? Lincoln thought, now stressing over these new sets of...uncomfortable feelings of lust, cravings...and the last word he wanted to add to that list...feelings.
2:01 PM
Lynn and Lincoln were just around the block to their house.
"Ain't it weird that mom and dad didn't put up more of a fuss that we went down them sewers? Not that I'm complaining man, we got off scott-free," Lynn said outloud.
"Yeah...I dunno, they either trust us a ton, are bad parents or knew that we accidently caused all that crud to go down at Dairyland today. Maybe...I just wanna go home and crash. It's been a long day and I'm looking forward to going back to school tomorrow for the first time ever."
"...booooooo! Nerd!"
"And you need to get back to studying sporty."
"Studying, smudying, I'm smart!"
"Yeah, like a wet match in a dark cave," Lincoln said with a chuckle, before Lynn punched him in his shoulder.
"Keep that up and me and Lucy won't help ya study anymore."
"...that's a risk I'm prepared to take," Lynn said, smirking like a cat before punching Lincoln again, though this time softer.
"I do need ya though again bro, you and Lucy. I got some bullshit math called pre-algebrus two."
"You mean Precalculus Lynn?"
"I know what I said!"
"Hehhehehhe."
"But I'm still doing okay with my Speech and Debate class. If it wasn't for that one I'd loose my fucking mind. Thank god the guy's my history teacher."
"That's actually pretty cool Lynn. He any easier on ya since you're the star quarterback?"
"...PPPFFFTTAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Fuck no! If anything he makes it harder on me, but...I actually did a lil better. Got up to a B-."
"HOLY SHIT LYNN! A B-?"
"...you didn't know? I thought I told you like a month ago."
"...maybe I forgot, BUT HECK YEAH LYNN! GOOD JOB!"
"Yeah...at least I got one A and one B now...fucking other classes are Mostly C's and D's..."
"More on the D side, but that's what me and Lucy are for," Lincoln said, pulling in Lynn and giving a shoulder hug.
"Yeah, you two bailed me out a lot of crud. I just hate frickin school man. I rather just have one long PE class, maybe that Speech-Debate class and...Drivers Ed? Cooking? Sports Theory and Stats? I like shit like that."
"You are really good at that stuff. And you're acing Speech-Debate, so...maybe it's just that you excel in the things you like."
"I always thought so. I can't imagine when I'll ever need to use some stupid fucking quadratic equation or polydecimals or that goofy ass shit in math."
"Either way, I didn't know about the history thing Lynn! How about we go get a couple Flippy's with Luna and Luan if they're down? My treat!"
"Awwwwww! Thankies lil buddy! Wanna head there now?"
"I don't have enough money, and I wanna change. These shorts are too tight and these flip flops hurt my feet."
"Roger dude...whooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Lynn said, suddenly sniffing the air.
"What is it Lynn?"
"Dude! Smell the air! It smells...heavenly!" Lynn said, both now by their driveway.
Lincoln threw the black garbage bag of their horrible smelling clothing and focused entirely on the air around him.
He nearly fell over from how good it smelled.
"Holy crud Lynn you're right! It's coming from our kitchen! You know what that means!?"
"...well, Luna can't really cook for shit, so...Luan?"
"Luan...SHE MADE BROWNIES!"
"HOLY FUCKIN A! LUAN'S BROWNIES ARE EVEN BETTER THAN DAD'S!"
"HEEEEEEEY LOUDS! NICE LANGUAGE!" Mr. Grouse suddenly yelled out of his window from above.
"Oh dang. SORRY MR. GROUSE!" Lincoln yelled out.
"NAH, IT'S FUNNY! KEEP SAYIN IT, AHAHAAHHAHAHAHHA!" Mr. Grouse roared out laughing his butt off, before falling backwards in the room.
"CONFOUNDED GOD DAMN LEG, I OUTTA BREAK YA EVEN MORE-" before his outburst got muffled and incoherent.
"...well that happened. SO BROWNIES DUDE!?" Lynn asked with a giant smile on her face.
"HECK YEAH!" Lincoln yelled back punching the air and putting a sign of the horns like Luna would, before both headed at full speed for the kitchen door from the back yard. Just as Lincoln was about to unlock the door, Lynn kept thinking with a happy grin, "what a day...at least I know Lincoln is physically attracted to what I am. It's a start...maybe...he might like me more than...ah fuck it, I'll take this for now! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
Author's Notes:
First off, I'M BACK FROM THE MUTHAFUCKIN DEAD MUTHAFUCKERS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Second, my apologizes for taking so long, and only giving such a short chapter. I really had to get my bearings straight to figure out where I want to continue in life, what the fic was to become. I can say now I'm at a far better point in my life. Though I am still busy as fuck, changing career paths and exploring my own personal sexuality. It's a hell of a journey, but I'm so glad you all have been there with me, and have dealt with my personal bullshit. I promise I will continue this fic. It may be slow but I'll try my damndest.
CHEERS EVERYONE! HERE'S TO THE BEAUTY, though admittedly fickle, BUT ELEGANT COMPLICATED NATURE OF REALITY! MAULING LENI-STYLE POLAR BEAR CUDDLE HUGGIES TO ALL MY FANS AND FOLLOWERS!
PS: If any of you find grammar/spelling issues, please feel free to PM me, and I'll do as best as I can to repair that issue. I look back on earlier chapters and go "DAMN IT! WHAT A STUPID MISTAKE!"
PPS. I want to thank the Artist Patanu102/Patamingo/Pat, our famous resident Loud House artist for giving me inspiration for the Brownie parts of the chapter I'm writing. He made a LH comic long ago that cracked me up. Pat, along with artist Nelauk, and quite a few others are going to be cited as direct inspirations for sequences in my fic based purely on LH art they've done. Be sure to check their art out, as with all the other artists and other recognitions of friends, fans, artists and writers who give me ideas, and all LH art in general. I believe in recognizing the real talent behind my mediocre storytelling to their superior artistic skills! LOL