Camilla joins the denied girls (Camilla Ramirez's Daddy)
Camilla resisted the urge to hop up and down on her heels on the curb of the mall carpark- even though she'd ditched wearing the High Heels that'd resulted in her massage (Lincoln had insisted she wear more sensible shoes from now). She'd finally managed to get another date together with Lincoln, which was a feat unto itself considering how busy her paramour was- but she also had a plan to… advance their relationship a bit.
See, not that she didn't appreciate a 'gentleman's approach', she kind of wanted a little more than a few thrills from a foot massage anyway. She wanted… well, she wasn't exactly going to march up to Lincoln and bend over in his kitchen, she still wanted at least a little romance- but she also definitely wanted to start getting to some bases.
So, while Lincoln had just wanted 'a little catchup' for some reason- she was determined that things would escalate this time. How far, she wasn't sure, she'd let things go where they went, but just to be safe- she had a little box of extra-thick Condoms in her pocket and she'd been dutifully taking the pill for a week.
Like, sure; she was curious about what it would be like to go without one- but according to Lupa (and Lincoln's nebulous number of children) it'd take one slip and her 'fun' would end up with her as Lincoln Loud's Baby Momma #Whatever.
And then her Mom would kill Lincoln.
Painfully.
Bzzt
Camilla jumped a little as her phone buzzed in her pocket- and she looked around the shopping centre to spot Lincoln waving a little aways away, visible as always in his orange polo.
"S-so…" Camilla swallowed as some of her old nerves came back. "W-here are we going?"
Normally she would've held herself together a bit better, she'd been 'dating' Lincoln for a while now. But that box of condoms dug in through her skirt pocket, and…
Lincoln's eyes flickered over to her, landing on her chest for a validating second. "Just a little someplace I think you'll like."
A flush of warmth darkened her cheeks again, and she put a little more 'oomf' in her step to make her free girls wibble under her blouse again. But Lincoln's eyes had already reverted to the path as they talked so she dropped back to her careful pace.
No need to tit(heh, tits)illate anyone who wasn't her moon haired dream man.
And sure, some people might've found the idea of going braless to entice a paramour a little tacky, but Camilla couldn't exactly go to her friends or Mom for help (hey Lyra, wanna help me get to third base with your Dad? It wouldn't end well, and it was a tossup if she thought Joan or Mom would react worse). But she'd already done this before, and she knew it worked- so why not do it again-
"Here we are!" Lincoln's voice drew her out of her thoughts. The two now stood in front of a…
"Lingerie store?" Camilla squeaked.
"Reiningers sell a little more than that," Lincoln gave a light chuckle and his eyes went to her chest for another moment "But you're not wrong. I noticed that you're a little short on some essentials, so I thought we could get you a little something before we eat."
"Oh, umm…" Camilla's face burned. "I'm not sure-"
"It's fine," Lincoln smiled, "I've come here before, trust me."
Camilla did.
Besides, having Lincoln get her something 'cute' sounded pretty good anyway- and if she was going to 'get somewhere' that involved actually using that box of condoms, she'd need more than her plain undies and tatty bras anyway.
And if he was the one choosing them…
She dropped her blouse.
Well, he'd be guaranteed to like them, right?
"I-I'm ready!" She hesitantly called out, slightly worried that Lincoln wouldn't be behind the curtain.
"Great, try this on!" A white bra flopped on top of the curtain rail. "I think you'll like it."
"Okay!" She instinctively drew an arm over her bare chest as she hopped up inside the changing room to pull the bra down with her free one.
The bra was a stark white, unlike the black, lacey thing she'd first expected when going into the store. Furthermore, rather than being more or less a frame of webs and thread to entice her paramour with glimpses of the treasure beneath, it had a solid pair of cups with proper depth and padding. The straps were strong but were smooth to the touch to avoid chafing, and were wide so they wouldn't easily press into the wearer's skin.
There were even adjustable, so even a growing girl could probably get a few years of use out of it.
"A-are you sure this is the one?" She asked up in confusion.
It was far from the sexy seduction tool she'd envisioned Lincoln would ask her to model.
"Yep."
That was all she got.
Slightly confused, but with nothing else to do; Camilla unclipped the thing and drew it on-
"Oh wow…" she murmured.
There were certain moments that defied all expectation, and getting a new, comfortable piece of underwear that was downright enjoyable to wear were one of them. The cups snugly fit her girls, with not a millimetre of extra space or tightness where they'd been squished. There was just the right amount of support, without any excess to make her feel like the girls were getting pushed up too far, and the straps?
Barely there. Not a hint of pressure or tightness where it shouldn't have been, but still taut when she pulled at her left shoulder's with a probing finger.
Camilla caught sight of herself in the room mirror, and there was nothing of note. Just a girl in her underwear.
Unlike her usual grey-strapped, slightly stained mess of a brassiere that she did her best to avoid looking at for longer than she had to.
It was also about as far from the sexy seduction tool she'd expected to be wearing as could be before leaving the realm of 'underwear'. It certainly wasn't 'lingerie' for enticing a lover into carnal bliss.
It even felt nice to wear, she could imagine putting it on at home just to feel how comfy it was.
"How is it?" Lincoln's voice called out.
"… It's nice…"
Really nice.
Not so nice was the price tag, which Camilla was embarrassed just to look. But Lincoln insisted on getting two pairs, and used his usual charm on the sales lady to get a good deal on them.
"Lyra told me you broke one over at our house a few weeks ago," he explained over dinner. "Besides, if there's one thing growing up with ten sisters taught me; you can't underestimate a good bra! It'll probably last you longer than…"
She was still going to pay him back for the second one of course, but she could do that across the next few weeks with the money from her swimming job.
That he'd also gotten her.
"… Camilla?"
"Eh?" Camilla blinked up, and saw Lincoln's hands tapping at a pad between them.
"I get that it's a bit boring, but even kids need to know how to budget when they get money of their own."
Now their little dinner had gone from her being gleefully grateful at the nice bra over to her promising to pay him back, to Lincoln somehow turning her promise into an installment plan for the next few weeks, and now…
Now Lincoln was teaching her how to budget herself.
"Yeah, I know…" Camilla deflated, feeling that box of condoms poke into her thigh again.
The walk back was a long one. For once Camilla turned Lincoln's offer a ride home down, preferring to be alone with her thoughts.
So far, every one of her dates had ended… not the way she'd hoped.
Not bad per say, but not exactly fulfilling the romantic (and frankly; carnal) dreams she'd had since even before that fateful day in the Loud's bathroom.
I don't get it! She moped. I know he's into me, I saw him get 'big'- why hasn't he taken the bait!?
To be fair, some part of Camilla was grateful in a way. Despite herself, she still a healthy trepidation towards actually 'consummating' her relationship with the older man.
But another part was a 'very healthy' teenage girl with a teenage libido, so she was more than a little peeved at the pace of her and Lincoln's relationship.
Maybe he still thinks I'm not ready? She frowned at the thought. Maybe I need to come on stronger? If I show him that I'm a woman…
She remained in her thoughts, walking along until she came up to her house…
And there, standing just a little back out of the light of the streetlamps were some girls about her age. Chief among them was…
"Hey Camilla," the distinctive silhouette of Lois Loud stepped into the light. "Seems like we need to talk."
Camilla froze on the payment, "uh…" her eyes darted to the still-obscured girls behind the magician. "Who's we?"
"Oh, no one much," Cecilia Pingrey, a slim, long haired blonde girl whom Lyra had long 'disagreed with' stepped into the light, revealing a sour expression. "Just the other girls in Lincoln Loud's life."
They took her to an old building in silence. Back in the days when Lincoln Loud was a weedy pre-teen it would have been one of Flip's business ventures, or a tacky fusion restaurant of the type that still pockmarked Royal Woods. But its glory days had long since passed, and as they made their way to the back, and unlocked a doorway to the cellar it was clear that only the four girls would have any idea where Camilla was.
Regretting her choice to follow the girls, though still needing to know what Cecilia had meant (were they just jealous and trying to trick her, or did Lincoln make a habit of dating girls her age?) Camilla swallowed down her discomfort and allowed the distinctive ponytail of Lois Loud to guide her down the poorly-lit stairway, until…
"I see you found her," Lyra Loud sat in the middle of the cleared old cellar upon an ancient metal chair, one of five arranged in a circle. "Take a seat Cammy."
"What's going on…?" Camilla stumbled forwards in shock, but the other girls ignored her and started sitting the various seats.
"This is a place for girls who have… 'an interest'," Lyra's mouth twisted a bit at the last word, but continued on anyway; "in my Uncle-"
"It's the Logless Girls Club," a tall girl with distinctive ankh-earrings dryly summarised. She wore a light, white dress that contrasted with her dark skin, but was shaped from the well-developed form underneath. "We all like Lincoln Loud, but we can't have him like we want to, so we come here to vent."
"What?" Camilla gasped, and her eyes darted from girl to girl. "You mean-"
"As in Romantically, yes." Lyra calmly interjected, "except for myself, obviously."
"Yeah, Lyra's sort of our Father- well, Mother Confessor for this kind of thing." Lois indicated to Lyra, then to herself. "Me, Cecilia and Cleo all fell into the same trap-"
"Called Lincoln Loud," Cleo sighed.
"-And Lyra put this together so we could cope together." The normally prideful Cecilia sulked.
"Okay…" Camilla eyed the circle doubtfully. "So, this is a support group or something?"
"More or less," Lyra admitted and then indicated to the free chair in between Lois and Cecilia. "Why don't you sit down? You don't have to share if you don't want to."
Not really sure about all of this, but not having anything else better to do, she obliged.
"Right then…" Lyra looked at a clipboard in her hand. "I think it would be good to share how we all came here, any volunteers?"
There was a moment of silence, then Lois kicked back a little, and gave a little laugh; "so we're making the new girl feel normal? Sure;
I knew Uncle Lincoln from before I could walk. He was a pretty nice guy, but always busy when my Moms took me to visit.
Then when I was six, he came along for my birthday party and did a full magic show. Looks like back in the day he was a professional magician, and let me tell you- it sure as heck felt like real magic that day. From then on, I was entranced, I wanted to know how he did it- and how to do it, to make magic like he did. And even though I was really shy, Uncle Lincoln took me under his wing and showed me some things."
A nostalgic smile came across her face;
"But not just how to do 'magic'. He was always confident in a weird way, and he knew how to shake all kinds of stuff off and keep going, and that's about ninety percent of a magician's craft anyway. He took that shy little girl who could barely look him in the eye and helped make me… 'me."
"And how did it start?" Lyra pressed on, "when did 'it' begin?"
Lois rolled crossed her arms and thought for a second, "… well, it's hard to say. For a long while I just thought it was the usual kind of feelings I had, then puberty really kicked in and vooom- suddenly it was pretty clear exactly what I 'liked' and Uncle Lincoln, well- I like him."
She sighed and looked down for a moment, "buuut, I'm his niece- and despite some… 'things' I've heard," her eyes looked over to Lyra for a moment. "He never looked at me like that. I even tried changing things up a bit to see if I could draw him in, like my costume when my curves came in, or even hypnotising him to see if-" she stopped. "Well, it didn't work, obviously. He just broke out of the hypnosis and turned it into a lesson about how to 'improve my technique'.
So yeah, that's more or less where I'm at."
She slumped forward and huffed.
"Thanks Lois," Lyra nodded to her, then her eyes went to Cleo; "Cleo would you like to go next?"
Cleo looked away, then back to Lyra. "Sure, that's what we're here for anyway right?
Like Lois I knew Lincoln from when I was young; but in my case...
It's because he's my father."
Camilla couldn't help but jerk up in surprise, but the other girl just drew up a little smile before continuing; "my adoptive father to be specific."
Camilla's heart returned to a more normal beat as she sighed in relief, and slight annoyance at the troll of a tease.
Then she paused herself; wait, Lincoln went and adopted after already having-
"I don't know if Mom couldn't have kids- I know Dad sure can," a little snicker came from Lois' direction. "But whatever the reason, they adopted me when I was a baby.
They never really hid it from me, not that they could." Cleo held up her hand in front of her chest, her darker tone stark against her white dress. "The adults seemed to find it funny though, since Dad's Dad, it looked like Mom had cheated to them.
He never cared though, and whenever I got to stay over at the big house- he always made sure I was treated the same way as all the other kids."
Cleo's smile faded, "...but that was kind of the problem.
I was always kind of a Daddy's girl, especially after I realised that he and Mom chose me. I don't know if it was because I was secretly afraid that they'd change their mind, but I always did my best to make sure that they knew I loved them back.
Especially after they stopped being as close.
And, when I became old enough..." Cleo's cheeks darkened and her voice wavered. "My feelings about Dad changed.
At first I didn't understand, I just thought it was just me being being happy to be around him. Then I realised that the way I felt about Mom was different.
Next I tried pretending that I didn't know what it was, because it was gross.
Finally, I tried rationalising it." Cleo shook her head, "we're not really father and daughter after all, right? My genes come from someplace else, so we could be something else.
He was heartbroken when I said it to his face."
A bitter laugh drew up from her throat, and she looked up to the ceiling. "... He said that there was a difference between attraction and love- and I was 'just mistaking them for each other', probably because of hormones or something."
Her teeth flashed for a second, "the hypocr-"
"Cleo!" Lyra snapped out, and Camila was shocked to see a trace of... fear?
"Right, right..." Cleo had regained her composure before Camilla's eyes returned to her. "Anyway; we're not quite as close as we were before. I think... I know he knows the way I still feel. But he keeps trying to pretend everything is the way it was before then, and it's just not.
And..."
Cleo sat back and sighed, folding her arms and letting her sentence die.
There was a uncomfortable pause before Lyra spoke up;
"Thank you Cleo, I know this wasn't easy." She nodded to her adoptive cousin, "now-"
"My turn, right?" Cecilia's sour voice spoke up, and Camilla turned to see the bitter expression of the purple-clad girl.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Lyra calmly countered. "But-"
"It started far later for me than these two," Cecilia ignored Lyra, looking directly at Camilla. "Lincoln Loud was just some infamous figure my Grandparents warned me about, and from how he just lived at his old parents' house taking care of his sisters' children and not his own-"
"Cecilia." Lyra's tone grew sharp.
"That's how it looked anyway." Cecilia rolled her eyes, "anyway; I didn't think much of him back in elementary school. He was just that weirdo who 'took care' of Lyra and her si-cousins. It wasn't until I was older that I… I became 'interested'."
"In the weirdo?" Lois cajoled with a smirk.
"Lois," Lyra scolded, "this is Cecilia's time to speak."
"Sure, whatever," Cecilia huffed. "It was just after one of our violin recitals. I was outdoing Lyra like always-"
Lyra rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
"-even though the judges failed to see it. But when I was up there," she swallowed, "I-I noticed my Grandparents hadn't come. They told me later that something had come up.
But something always does.
Anyway, I went to collect my things in the back and… I saw them.
Lyra and her Uncle." Her lips twisted again. "He was there with her mothers and some of the other parents, and he was just… he was kind. He was happy to be there, even though he didn't need to be."
"You were jealous." Lyra surmised.
"Of course I was jealous," Cecelia snapped. "No one was there for me, not even-
Anyway, it was odd. Lincoln Loud wasn't supposed to be the sort of man who would turn up for his niece's recitals. Everything my Grandparents told me about him said that he was a professional burn out of a predator, but he didn't act like one, and more importantly- Lyra didn't seem to act like he was putting on a show or anything."
Camilla nodded along. If anyone would treat a predator with scorn, it would've been Lyra after all.
"So, I wanted to know more."
"And that's when the stalking started?" Lyra's voice had an edge to it.
"It thought this was my time to speak?" Cecilia shot a glare at Lyra.
"… Yes, yes it is." Lyra conceded. "I'm sorry, please continue."
"Hmph," Cecilia collected herself. "But yes, this is when the observation started. At first it was just whenever Lyra or one of her cousins happened to be nearby and Lincoln had come with them. I'd watch them out of the corner of my eye to see how he acted with them.
He was always kind, sometimes stern, especially with Lyra's sister, but I could tell he cared.
I started asking around, and the word was usually the same, at least when it wasn't about him being the centre of some kind of sex-cult-"
"On topic please Cecilia." Lyra's firmly redirected.
"Right, whatever." Cecilia huffed. "I was still curious, mainly because I couldn't tell which story was real. It got worse when I asked my Grandparents, who told me to stay away from him."
Lois whistled, "yep, not way that could backfire." The brunette beauty chortled.
Cecilia rolled her eyes, "I can't say you're wrong. Regardless of what they said, I still wanted to know, so I… enacted more direct methods."
Lyra's cheek sucked in, in the way Camilla knew she did when she was resisting the urge to 'correct' someone.
"It was small stuff at first, just happening to go to the park on days and times I knew Lincoln would be coming for some activity, usually with one of Lyra's cousins. I watch them out of the corner of my eye while doing my homework. But he never did anything weird or creepy, he just took care of the younger kids for a bit.
It made me jealous again, because I'd never had someone to do that for me when I was their age. No one who wasn't paid anyway.
But it didn't stop there.
I started keeping track of when and where he went out for groceries, or other things. I started neglecting practice so I could keep an eye on him, even though my Grandparents were starting to worry about where I was going. But I still wanted to watch him. It wasn't even about knowing if he was some kind of weirdo anymore, it wasn't even really about being jealous over Lyra and her cousins anymore.
I just hadn't seen someone care about their family like that in real life before. And after a while, I started wanting him to care about me like that as well.
After that, well…" Cecilia blushed. "I-it wasn't long before…"
Her face went entirely red, and the blush spread down her throat. "My feelings changed."
There was an uncomfortable feeling of solidarity through the room as flashes of empathy passed through the faces of various girls.
"Yeah," Camilla shocked herself as she spoke up, then hastily added; "I-I mean, I know what that's like."
"We all do," Cleo sighed. "It's why we're here."
"Yes, yes, thank you both." Cecilia refused to look either in the eye, instead staring at the wall across from her. "After that, he became a sort of obsession. I watched him whenever I could, as close as I could. It was weird because I felt like there was some kind of connection the more I watched, and it was more than just…
I wanted to know him, not just watch him.
And then one day, he didn't appear at the usual grocery store, even when I waited."
A little snort escaped, and her mouth twitched up; "instead, he appeared next to me, right where I thought I was hidden and offered me an ice cream.
It turns out Lincoln's really good at knowing when he's being watched."
Lyra nodded at that, and a little smile appeared on her face. "Our Aunt Lucy likes to scare people by creeping up on then, he's had years of practice to avoid it."
"Well, he's not half bad himself," Cecilia reminisced. "I tried to leave, but he told me he just wanted to talk. And he was just so… earnest, I didn't want to disappoint him.
So, I went with him.
We talked a little there, he let me know that he knew I was watching him for a while. But he wasn't mad, just kind of curious.
He said he could tell I didn't mean anything bad.
I couldn't tell him exactly why I'd been watching of course. But he didn't make me say anything, instead he just told me to come join him next time.
So, I did. I ended up helping him carry groceries mainly, but we talked again and it was… nice. It was just really nice. He invited me to come to the park next time, since I already knew his schedule, and I did that too. We talked a little, and I started venting a bit about things- and he just listened. Not telling me anything about how to 'deal with it', or that some things were just part of life. He just listened.
The next time we met up, he listened again, but this time he offered me some actual advice on how to deal with things- not anything spectacular, just stuff he said he knew had worked before. And that's how things went for a while, me meeting up with him, and just talking for an hour or two every few days.
It was nice having someone caring about me like that."
Cecilia's pale cheeks turned red again, "but… I wanted more.
I tested the waters by inviting Lincoln to places instead of the other way around. Nothing fancy, just a different icecream spot, or a café instead. He didn't seem surprised, but we had to work out times that were good for both of us since it wasn't just me fitting into his usual schedule anymore.
I started wearing more… daring clothes, to see how he reacted-"
Camilla's mouth went dry as the shock of resonance went through her.
"- but all I got was a look of surprise maybe once or twice." She shook her head, "I think I knew then that he didn't like me like that. But I didn't want to believe it.
I kept trying, kept pushing our 'dates' further and further, until one day, I… confessed.
It wasn't on purpose, somehow it just slipped out one time that I loved him."
Cecilia swallow, and her eyes grew wet. "And he told me he loved me too-"
Camilla froze, but before her numb tongue could demand an explanation;
"- s-since the day I was born." Cecilia's face crumpled as she continued. "It turns out that Lincoln k-knew my Mother, and that's the reason my grandparents didn't want me a-around him. They hate him b-because…"
A tear rolled down her cheek, black with her mascara.
"It's okay Cecilia," Lyra assured her with a gently voice, you don't have to-"
"H-HE'S MY DAAAAD!" She sobbed, "H-HE JUST NEVER GOT TO HAVE ME BECAUSE MY G-GRANDPARENTS H-HATE HIM!"
Camilla felt a wave of relief flow through her, followed by guilt as Cecilia sobbed before her. In an instant her doubts and fears about Lincoln had been assuaged, but…
She didn't know her father either- and while she was certain that if Lincoln was her long-lost father that her mom probably would've reacted very differently to him…
But by the grace of God, luck or whatever other power there might be, there goes Camilla Ramirez.
Lyra stepped over to comfort her cousin, and Lois and Cleo walked over to take her aside.
"Uh, yeah she's gonna need a minute," Lois glanced back. "Celly can't help herself when she gets going like this."
"Yeah, she's kind of has it the worst out of all of us though." Cleo calmly illustrated, then she looked to Camilla. "But I think you understand what we're about here, right?"
"Y-yeah, I think so," Camilla nodded. "But..."
I'm not going to be like you, an arrogant voice in her mind swore. Lincoln's mine.
They're just trying to help, her better nature countered. And Lyra's here as well, might as well work out what went wrong with them so we can avoid it.
"I mean, Lincoln and I are doing fine-"
She had to bite her tongue as Cleo's expression gained a trace of pity and Lois' mirth.
"- but maybe... I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She finally finished, and there was a scrape of metal on concrete as Lyra sat back down in her chair. She looked over to see Cecilia carefully dabbing away at her tears with a wet-wipe, but now holding herself together (albeit with trembling lips and watery eyes).
"Cammy," Lyra was proper as always; "do you want to share? Or shall we call it here?
It's fine it you don't but-"
"No, no it's fine." Cammy sat up, looking over at her 'competition';
The long-lost daughter, who sat miserable and without a hope.
The beautiful, talented niece who despite her nigh-succubus like body probably had chances next to Cecilia's thanks to their shared blood.
Yeah, she internally sighed with relief, there's no chance for either of them, sex-on-legs or not!
Lincoln's not some kind of Incest-Pervert!
And finally;
Cleo. Another girl with substantial feminine charms and whose lack of blood ties would've made her a daunting opponent. But she'd already been rejected, because she was Lincoln's adopted daughter.
Yeah, Lincoln wasn't exactly going to go for his own kid now was he?
Her 'competition' was suddenly looking a lot less dangerous, and more like a support group that could help her keep her footing with her new relationship…
"Okay..." she licked her lips, "it all started-" she stopped for a moment as she flushed.
How to tell Lyra to her face that her 'crush' had really turned into an obsession with her recording shlick-bait of her Dad's dick?
"There's no judgement here," Lyra assured her.
Well…
"Um, I've always liked older guys, but i-it all really started a few weeks ago for me…"
They were going to find out if that was true that out the hard way, weren't they?
