Louds I
At the breakfast table, there was an unexpected announcement in the Loud House.
"Kids, we have a surprise!" Rita announced it with enthusiasm.
All the Loud children halted their eating, and looked up at their parents introducing the surprise.
"We're going to the beach," proclaimed Lynn Sr.
The idea immediately made sense. Summer was coming up, and this Sunday marked the fifth day that it was excessively hot — officially a heat wave. The youngest and oldest sisters cheered. The middle siblings looked at each other awkwardly.
Lincoln loved going to the beach — he could spend all day playing on the beach with his sisters, but would usually end up spending most of his time on Luna's inflatable rock guitar, telling each other jokes, talking about life, and trying to wrestle each other off. Lincoln felt unsure whether that would be the case again — like, ever again. It was hard enough indulging themselves behind closed doors, but keeping it casual in front of the whole family could prove difficult. He gazed across the room to the grown-up table, where Luna was sitting. She didn't look back, she just looked down at her lap.
Luna was worried. Way worried. She thought back of that morning in the shower with Lincoln. She remembered the trance he had been in after he had seen her body — even as she tried to cover herself up. She wasn't sure how Lincoln would react to seeing her in her new bikini. Would he be entranced again? And if he would — would she be able to stop him then? Luna felt her face turn red.
Luan's face was equally red. She hadn't touched much of her meal. The sounds of the tape haunted her to an extent that she only partially registered what was being said.
Lucy turned towards Lynn, who answered her stare with a grimace that betrayed her excitement. Her wrestling lessons had just changed locale — and wardrobe too. This was perfect, as long as she could avoid getting sunburnt.
...
The beach was jam packed, but the Louds had their secret. Their customary place on the beach was an obscured oasis, hidden between swathes of trees. As they arrived there, they found it empty, as always. Not many people had figured it as the best place to have a sunny beach day. It was a little bit of paradise — during the warm months, at least.
Ten towels were parked on the beach's sand. All the Louds undressed to their bathing suits. And just like that, Lincoln found himself surrounded by beautiful young women — all the Loud sisters and one Loud mother — in revealing bikinis and clinging bathing suits. Even his mother, in her 40s, shared the soft, even skin of baby Lily. Rita had passed that perfect skin gene to all of her daughters, and a lot of that skin was visible right now. The voyeuristic pleasures were quickly becoming too much for Lincoln.
Lincoln felt like he could remain composed in front of most of his sisters — as long as he didn't make eye contact with Luna, or looked in Leni's general direction. The former was relatively easy, as Luna was avoiding his gaze too, but the latter endeavour proved especially challenging. Leni wore a lime green bikini that was far too revealing for a casual family gathering. Lincoln's gaze was constantly pulled towards her, as if his eyes were magnets. "The guy at the store assured me that I looked great in it!" Leni had explained. The guy at the store wasn't wrong. Lincoln didn't know whether to hate or love the guy at the store. But he knew one thing: He had to conceal the lower half of his body before his junk gave his thoughts away again.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Lincoln sprinted into the water. Mr. and Mrs. Loud watched the fort as all the Loud siblings headed toward either the water or the shoreline to play. Except Lori, she sat on a towel next to her father, making beach selfies — presumably to send to Bobby. Lucy, headed towards the water, was stopped in her tracks by her mother.
"Hold up, sweetie. I've got the extra strong sunscreen here for you so that you won't get sunburnt." Lucy reluctantly stood motionless to let her mother apply the sunscreen. She realised that it was better than the alternative: getting a wicked burn. Lucy certainly didn't need any help with colouring tomato red. Rita fumbled with the cap of the sunscreen bottle a while, as its thin lid was closed tight, and Rita didn't have much leverage on it. When she did finally manage to force it open, a bit of sunscreen squirted out and landed on Lucy's face. "Oh, my bad honey! But we had to apply it there anyway." Rita applied the sunscreen on her daughter's face, which Lucy found oddly calming, and then her shoulders. It is here that Rita notices discolorations on her daughter.
"Oh, Lucy, honey! You're covered in bruises! What happened to you?" Rita inspects the bruises on her daughter with concern.
"It's nothing, mom. I— I fell." Lucy awkwardly plucked the seams of her black-and-white striped bathing suit.
"Oh my! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Well it doesn't look very fine. Just, try to be more careful, okay honey? I wouldn't want you to break something." Rita really didn't. Mostly out of motherly concern, but partly also because the hospital bills were high enough between Lynn's sport injuries, Leni's clumsiness and Lana's general lack of self-preservation.
Before answering her mother, Lucy looked over to Lynn at the shoreline, who was doing warmup stretches with her strong legs. Lucy fantasised that Lynn could kick a palm tree in half with a single kick. Then, mid-fantasy, Lynn looked backed at Lucy and flashed her a grin.
"I'll try, mom," she lied.
...
In the water, Lincoln scanned his surroundings, observing his sisters with the waterline up to his hunched shoulders. Lincoln composed himself and started making plans in his head. If Luna was not an option to spend time with, who was he going to spend his family summer day with? Lori? No, she would be on her phone texting Bobby all day. Lisa would for sure be analysing the moisture absorption rate of silicon dioxide - street name, sand - or something to that effect. Boring. Lana would be trying to catch the filthiest critters on the beach, and Lola would for sure make him build a grandiose sand castle for her. No thanks, he was here to relax. Lynn would for sure make him eat sand or drown in whatever wrestling sport she'd come up with this time, so she was out too. And Lucy... Did she even like the beach? Or being outside? Pass. Lily is just a baby, so no on that. And with that, eight out of ten sisters were eliminated as company for his fun day at the beach. Let's see, that leaves...
"Enjoying the view, Linkie?" Arms enveloped Lincoln from behind, and its attached hands interlocked around his neck like a locket. Large, soft breasts were being pressed onto the top of his head. The smell of sweet yellow orchids enveloped him. All of his senses were paralysed - and so was he. How could he forget Leni? She had already been eliminated for everything ever, because of how Lincoln behaves around her. But Lincoln wasn't looking out for where she was, so his brief moment of inattentiveness had ruined his strategy before he could even finish conceiving it.
"L— L— L—"
As if Leni was a Gorgon, and the touch of her breasts her powerful gaze, Lincoln became completely petrified — before he could even turn to look at her. Something about her made his hormones rush to his head, and concurrently made his brain function seep out of it.
"Want to have some fun today, Linkie? I was thinking we could play some beach games together. Like frisbees, or beach volley. Lori says she's too busy for it. Oh, won't you have fun with me Linkie? Please?" Leni pleaded with Lincoln, completely unabashed and with genuine excitement. Her pleading tone was naïve and adorable, and completely devoid of the sexual suggestiveness that would be expected of a woman of her age and bodaciousness. Leni had made an offer Lincoln couldn't refuse. Like — he literally couldn't refuse: he was too stupefied to speak. He had been enchanted, and he didn't have the power to break the spell on his own. Leni continued to stand over him, waiting for an affirming response with hopeful patience. None would come from Lincoln, but the resulting silence was soon answered anyway.
"Cannonball!"
Following that war cry, a curled-up Lana descended into the water next to them, suddenly creating a huge splash. A part of the splash's areola jetted violently onto the interlinked siblings.
"Ah! Lana! Watch my hair!" Leni released her brother from her intoxicating clutches to guard herself against the overmoisturizing invasion.
Lincoln was also hit with the tepid water, and like a fainted victim tended to with smelling salts, he regained enough mental clarity to realise this was his opportunity to make a quick getaway. Lincoln attempted a dextrous cartwheel towards the shore, but stumbled in the water mid-acrobatics, then tumbled and rolled several feet across the shallow water.
He came to a standstil — or rather, liestill — in the very shallowest part of the waters, on his back, with his face pointed towards the sky. When he opened his eyes after closing them for the impact against something soft, he made eye contact with Luan, who was seated paddling the water. She wore an expression as if someone had just made her jump after yelling "boo!". His head had hit the folded leg of his sister, who had lifted it up up in an attempt to avoid collision with a certain barrel-rolling projectile. Thanks to her reflexes, Lincoln lay nestled in the side of her knee, just low enough to have hit the soft and fleshy parts, rather than her bony kneecap. The resulting impact had caused her body to twist slightly, tilting her off balance and needing to place her arm on her brother for support. The supporting hand had fallen in between Lincoln's stomach and groin, just far up enough not to be intimate — or painful.
"Oh, hey Luan!"
Lincoln spoke relieved. Despite the fall, this was great. After all, Lincoln was on the verge of working out that Luan was the best sister to spend the day with. That way he for sure wouldn't embarrass himself with his incestuous perversions. Luan was wearing a yellow plaid bathing suit that didn't reveal much of her skin, so Lincoln should have no trouble restraining himself around her, he thought to himself. Besides, she was funny, playful and cheerful. She could help get Lincoln's mind off of all the sibling trouble for sure.
"Uh, hi, Lincoln!"
Luan's cheeks rosied lightly. As she heard herself speak Lincoln's name, the tape she had watched that morning echoed it in her head. The memory of Luna's lustful calls of her brother's name amplified. She couldn't turn it off. The fact that their bodies were touching weren't helping the matter. She had to defuse the tension with a pun.
"Looks someone was ridden hard and put away wet. Hahaha." Luan forced a laugh, but at the same time realised there was way too much double entendre in that pun to make for a good distraction. "G— get it?" Luan was still red, and looked up at a nondescript cloud, then sort of half-shrugged and half-sighed.
"Haha, good one Luan." Lincoln actually thought it was a good one. "Do you want to hang out today? Maybe we can pull some pranks on the twins? Huh?"
"Uh —" Luan turned her gaze to the water and saw Luna, drifting on her inflatable guitar by herself. She felt a completely unfamiliar mix of unwanted emotions. Luan needed a distraction. She clasped her hands together at the water's surface and aimed at her brother. "I don't know Lincoln, I wouldn't want to — make a splash!" Luan then made a splash. As she clenched her hand, a stream of water hit Lincoln right between his eyes. Luan was satisfied with her aim.
"Ah!" Lincoln wiped his face dry with his forearm. Luan took this time to unfold herself from her brother and make a run for it. To Lincoln, it seemed like Luan had given him a challenge — and he accepted gleefully.
"Two can play at that game, Luan!"
Fumbling, he blasted waves of water towards Luan's general direction. Luan splashed her brother back in self defence. They spent some time like this, running and splashing. Eventually, Luan was laughing too. The innate joy of playing in the water in nice weather had made both of them forget about their troubles, and the scene became one of genuine, innocent fun between siblings. Lincoln relished in it, glad that he had not ruined the entire family dynamic of the Loud House. They playfully chased each other around the shoreline, and eventually, Luan hid behind a large rock to protect herself from her brother's splashes — but also to catch her breath.
"Ha — I need a break!" Luan's breathing was heavy from playful exertion.
Lincoln caught up to her, slowing his pace with every step. He was panting. "Yeah — me too."
They leaned against the rock for a little while, catching their breaths. Lincoln turned to see Luan's chest rhythmically and forcefully expand with each breath. It reminded him — but before he allowed himself to be reminded, he turned to the rock. The rock was large enough to cover the both of them, and shield them from any watchful eyes on shore. It was a great, big, beautiful rock! Oh, the pioneers used to ride these babies for miles, and it's in great shape... No, it was no use. Lincoln remembered. Meanwhile, in Luan's mind, Lincoln's laboured panting mimicked the sounds she had heard from her camera's speaker. All semblances of innocence were at once evaporated.
"Lincoln," Luan's intonation indicated that she was starting a question. It was the kind of inquisitive intonation of a young child asking where babies come from. Luan looked away from Lincoln as she spoke to him, and let out a few pants before continuing. "How come — how come you and Luna are so close?"
Lincoln swallowed, but the swallow was too big to swallow. He broke off the swallowing and shortly gasped for air. "Uh, what do you mean?" Lincoln feigned ignorance. "I'm as close to Luna as to any other sister." Lincoln lied poorly, and let out two pitiful, nervous laughs. He stared at Luan for a reaction, and immediately saw she wasn't buying it.
"Oh cut the act, Lincoln. Luna always goes to you when needs to be cheered up, even though cheering people up is my thing. It's my whole schtick! But she never tells me about her problems, even though I'm her sister. We even share a bedroom together! So why, Lincoln? Why does she come to you? Huh?" Luan became feverish with jealousy and desperation. "Tell me why!"
Lincoln felt guilty. His relationship with Luna may be panning out with Luna, but he can now tell that his other sisters are sensing that something is going on. He feels double guilty for not planning on giving her the real answer. She wouldn't understand.
"I guess it's because — uh, I'm good at cheering her up?" Lincoln raised his shoulders and eyebrows.
"Oh, and I'm not, is that what you're saying?" Luan was trying to hold back her tears, but failing now.
"What? No, no, I — Look, I don't know, why don't you ask Luna?"
Luan turned away. "Damnit, Lincoln. Even now you won't give me a straight answer."
"I, Luan..."
"Is it because you don't trust me? You don't want your own sister to know what's going on with you?"
Lincoln stared mutely and defeated.
"Well though luck Lincoln, I know what you and Luna do at night. Alright? I saw. And I'm just.. trying to make sense of why my family would do such a thing. But you won't tell me squat. You stand there and lie to my face! Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" Her voice had become a squeak by the end of her rebuke. Luan stooped to her knees, folded herself around them and nestled her eyes in the elbow.
Lincoln froze. She knew? She saw? Lincoln's entire body sinks in guilt, triple guilt this time. He can feel his family falling apart in front him. The sight of Luan rends his heart. It was heart-breaking to see any of his sisters cry, but especially now that it's Luan, who is usually the bundle of joy. She always tried to bring the cheer to her family. But now, Lincoln realised, the cheerful also need to be cheered up. He felt it his moral plight to do... something. Lincoln stooped beside Luan, and cautiously placed his trembling hand on her shoulder. He resolved to comfort her, but had no idea how to start.
Luan retracted her shoulder, and turned to him sharply. Her face bore a look of hopelessness behind goggles of tears. "Why do you always get all the attention, Lincoln?"
"Luan..." Lincoln's heart was so heavy it felt like it would tear out of him and spill onto the beach sand. He half-wished it to happen, too. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll be honest with you from now on. Fully honest. I do trust you, and of course I trust you, you're my sister. It's just — this thing with Luna... It started yesterday, and we're still figuring it out. There is a lot to figure out. It's not that we don't trust you, it's just hard to talk to about it at all. With anyone." Lincoln moved in a bit closer, and his tone became warm and genuine. "The truth is, everyone loves you. You're always there with a smile on your face and wordplay at the ready. You keep this family together, Luan."
Luan's sobbing eased a little.
"You're just saying that, Lincoln. Everyone loves you. You're the brother, the pillar of strength. You're the one keeping everyone together."
"No, I'm not. Right now, I'm tearing this family apart, and I don't think anyone will love me when I do. And damnit, its all because I can't control myself. I, just... something came over me. It's hard to describe. It's like getting hit with a tsunami, and being at the mercy of your impulses."
"Well, —" The feeling that lincoln so aptly described struck an immediate chord with Luan. But it didn't matter, she was still angry with him. She tried her best to sound angry, but in actuality, Luan had instantly recognised the feeling that Lincoln described. She had felt it too. "— you seem to control yourself around me just fine."
Lincoln broke eye contact, and looked away, somewhat ashamed.
A feeling then crept up on Luan that she may have been too harsh on him. He was younger than her, and Luan recognised that Lincoln was trying to be sincere. She saw he was troubled, but she still felt that wouldn't excuse his actions to her and to Luna. Still, Luan knew that this was her chance to really be trusted. She wanted to make clear to her brother that she understands his feelings, and that she is there for him. Even when he's been a idiot jerk. Because deep down, she knew that he wasn't an idiot jerk, he was her little brother. Maybe a big sister is what he needs right now. Tenderly, Luan cupped both of her hands around the hand Lincoln had placed on her shoulder, and moved it towards her heart. She pressed his hand against herself gingerly, hoping that it could somehow absorb the energy she radiated, and inform him exactly how she felt. Luan's eyes grew large and looked at Lincoln imploringly, with the sort of naivety one sees of a child asking whether Santa is real. She pressed his hand closer, beaming her tenderness into it. "Don't you feel close to me, Lincoln?"
Lincoln was stupefied by Luan's look, but even more so by what he was now touching. The sides of his hand felt the contours of Luan's breasts pressed against it. All the while, Luan's sylphlike hands clutched him with an inviting softness. What was he supposed to say? Either answer was a bad answer in this scenario. His preoccupation also made him forget what the question was. His mind drew nothing but blanks. He focussed back on the hand that was being clenched by Luan. He tapped into his intuition, and he felt enveloped by a gentle feeling. He saw the tenderness with which Luan implored him to connect with her. He stared deeply into her eyes, and they elucidated her feelings to him. She craved a closeness to her siblings, that much was clear. All this talk of trust, insecurity and love... Luan feels lonely. How could she be lonely with ten siblings around her? She laughed and cheered, but she rarely opened up. But this, this was Luan opening up to Lincoln, right here, right now. She was trying to trust Lincoln, in spite of his untruthfulness earlier. He knew he must not break her trust again. He wished that Luan could telepathically knew how he felt now, and apologetically leaned towards her. He wanted to tell her that he would be there for her, that she could trust him, that she was close to him. Very close. As he honed in on that tender closeness they shared right now, another feeling entered into Lincoln, seeping in through his arm. His hand still caressed his sister's breast, and that touch poisoned his sincerity with eroticism. Before Lincoln could think of the words that could affirm to her that he wanted to be close to her, something in his swimming trunk had already spoken for him. Luan's gaze unlocked from Lincoln's, and it travelled down. Luan's mouth fell agape, and her gaze returned to meet Lincoln's eyes. Her irises looked somehow strained to look at him more intently. Her tenderness has made way for an attitude that looked unbecoming on Luan.
"Lincoln..." Luan spoke in a tone Lincoln couldn't identify. She didn't release his hand, keeping it pressed against her with firm intent.
Lincoln's mind blanked again. He was up close to Luan's teary-eyed face. He could feel the very edges of her irregular, cloudless breaths hit his face. The literal and figurative softness of his sister had knocked down his guard, suppressed his rationality, and his instincts started to take over. A small disturbance in the water caused the tiniest ripple of tepid water to hit Lincoln's leg, while a tsunami of complicated feelings engulfed him internally. The engulfment caused Lincoln to edge ever so slightly closer to Luan's face. The very minimal distance between them had them breathe each other's breaths, and with every exhale the distance diminished further. Their upper lips gingerly brushed against one another, and the tiniest movement of their lip muscles intended them close together. There was no more distance. They felt close now. Very close.
It took both of them by surprise. Luan allowed it to continue — at first. For a few seconds, their lips touched with a sensuality that was completely unknown to Luan. An intoxicating feeling that was far more intense than she could have ever imagined it, and she had imagined it a lot. She briefly indulged herself in her brother, lost in curiosity and some sense of belonging. Each gentle movement of head and lip was confided with the other.
Suddenly, Luan reeled back and roughly pushed Lincoln away from her. Lincoln fell backwards into the shallow water.
"Lincoln!" Luan shrieked, as she stood up in confusion and anger. She reached for her mouth. That was a kiss. And that kiss — her first kiss — was with her brother? Fresh tears rushed to her eyes. She looked at Lincoln through her shameful tears, then turned to storm off as quickly as she could.
"Luan, wait!"
Damnit, why did he do that? Why the fuck did he do that!? Is he attracted to Luan, too? Can't he control himself around any of his sisters? Lincoln feels as if sunken deep in an ocean of hopeless, but this feeling gets no time to settle. It is interrupted by a voice.
"Lincoln! Get him!" Lincoln turned his head to find Lana running towards him. Get what?
Suddenly, he felt something enter his swimming trunks.
"Woah! Nice catch Lincoln! Unconventional, but good." Lana seemed satisfied. For Lincoln, still in complete bafflement over his own stupidity, it took an unusually long time to process what was going on. It took until the trunk invader started to wriggle around. Then, Lincoln panicked.
"Ah! Lana! What — get it out! Get it out!" Lincoln screamed, and started the dance of a man whose pants is on fire.
"Careful Lincoln! You'll hurt Mr. Toad!"
The new information did not help calm Lincoln down. The panicked dance Lincoln extemporized would have made for a mean urban dance routine. Come on over and watch him put it down. T to the I to the M to the P.
"Get it out Lana!"
As per Lincoln's instructions, and with no regard for boundaries, Lana reached her hand in Lincoln's swimming trunks to remove the critter she was chasing. This made Lincoln panic more.
"Lana!? What are you doing?" Lincoln's voice was shrill.
"Stand still Lincoln! You're moving around too much."
Lana continued to reach, until she got a firm hold on something that seemed to throb. "I think I got him!" She did not get him.
Lincoln halted his frantic dance. Mr. Toad quietly slipped out of Lincoln's trunk leg. Lincoln turned a deep red, as the warm hand of his younger sister was firmly clasped around him. Her hand shifted a few times, gaging the size and shape of it was holding. For a few seconds, Lana stood, staring at the swimming briefs behind which she was holding on to Lincoln — until she noticed Mr. Toad's getaway. "Hey! Get back here!" Lana released Lincoln and chased after the toad again.
"Oh no." Lincoln looked down at himself. Between Leni's breasts, Luan's lips and Lana's hand, Lincoln is now fully erect, and his swimming trunks do a very poor job at hiding it. "I can't be seen like this," he concludes to himself. Lincoln endeavours to sneak back to Vanzilla without anyone seeing him, and rubbing one out to help it get back down. Maybe, just maybe, he can control himself after that.
Halfway through his careful sneak past the towel fort, however, Lincoln's gaze is violently drawn to something in his peripheral vison. It was something he couldn't possibly ignore. Leni had laid down on the towels, and was sunbathing — topless. An inaudible "Ahooga!" pressed Lincoln's eyes to the very brink of his skull. Lincoln stopped dead in his tracks. Once again, leni had foiled his plans by simply existing. Lincoln needed to take this view in. Leni's breasts were large, firm and supple, and he had felt how soft they were earlier. They were slightly bigger than Luna's breasts, even. Lincoln wished he could see more of those warriors — he was some distance away and, from where he was standing, Leni was partly covered up by her sun-tanning reflector board. As Lincoln was staring, he could tell through the blurry reflection of the sun-tanning board that Leni moved her head slightly. Then, as if Leni had heard her brother's unspoken and lustful wishes, she put the reflector aside. As it moved, all of her was revealed. Lincoln could now see the entirety of Leni's gracious, soft body. It moved invitingly, just as inviting as Luna's body had seemed in the bathroom yesterday. Maybe even more so. Lincoln felt his restraint and common sense melt away as if they were discarded ice creams left in the sun. Leni repositioned her sunglasses to top of her head. With her arms locked above her head, Leni started a stretch, and leaned back until she was lying completely flat. With that flatness, Leni had given Lincoln the perfect view of her breasts. Lincoln made sure to burn this view into his retina for safekeeping — for now and always.
In spite of everything that went wrong today, Lincoln felt like the luckiest boy in the world right now.
...
"I'm not gonna teach you about wrestling, Luce."
"But... You said..."
"Forget it. You're too weak and frail to ever conceivably beat anyone in a wrestling match, much less me."
Weak and frail. The words hurt, because she was right.
"But," Lynn continued, "I'll teach you something better. Something useful. A way in which even a tomato like you can stand a chance to defend herself — like a blood-red David defeating the Goliath! It's called: Systema."
Lucy was silent with a lack of recognition.
"I saw it in Dead or Alive." That name Lucy did recognise: it was a fighting video game that Lynn enjoyed to play with Lincoln. "Apparently it was cooked up by some mega smart Russian dude. A scientist. Basically, you use the laws of physics to redirect your opponents attacks and use their own body against them. It's awesome, you'll love it."
Lucy did love it, the thought of it anyway. Was there really a way in which she could be less weak and frail? She immediately resolved that it would be worth anything to try it.
"Now, I'm going to hit you. I'll do it in super slow motion, but I won't hold back in strength. Watch my arm as it approaches your face, and divert it ever so slightly away from you." Lucy followed her sister's commands, and flawlessly, too. "I know it's weird to fight in slow motion, but if you practise enough, you'll be able to do it fast, too."
"Can systema get me out of a chokehold?"
"You bet it can."
Lucy smiled. She smiled in anticipation of being choked by Lynn in slow motion. She needed not anticipate for long, as Lynn's hands soon after flew towards her, except not in slow motion.
"Now when you're being choked like this..." In good pedagogy, Lynn accentuated the hold with an extra squeeze. It made Lucy lose her feeble mind just a little more. "You want to focus on the directions in which the body is strong, and can't push back much. So, like, try pushing down on my elbow, with both hands."
Lucy complied. The twist of Lynn's arm forced her entire posture downwards. It also created a narrow gap around her neck, allowing her some room to breathe.
"Very nice! See how it made me move my body? I'm not standing very firmly now, so you won't need a lot of strength to push me down. Try it."
Lucy pushed her back into Lynn, she didn't budge.
"No, no, not towards the leg that's standing firm. Push me to the left, towards my weak leg." She wiggled her foot to indicate that it was the weak one.
Lucy moved towards the left, and with almost no effort at all, Lynn had to move her feet to keep balance. Lucy was freed from the chokehold.
"Hey, you're getting the hang of this, Luce." Lynn folded her arms. "A little more practise, and you might trip me over one day."
Lucy didn't have the patience to wait for whenever 'one day' would be. She read Lynn's body like an instruction manual, and assessed her balance. She saw an opportunity.
"You mean, like this?"
Lynn has pressed in the nook of Lynn's folded arms, and pressed down and to Lynn's left. It made her lose balance, and Lucy had placed her leg in front of the leg she needed to regain it. Lynn fell face down in the beach sand. For a second, Lucy felt victorious. In the next second, she felt fear.
Lynn growled, and quickly got up. She wiped the sand off her face and stared at Lucy. Her splayed eyelids betrayed her competitive side had been summoned. Lucy knew she had invoked her ire. The next attack Lynn made wasn't in slow motion. Before Lucy could assess what Lynn's attack would be, her face had made a perfect imprint of itself in the wet sand.
"Eat sand, Luce!" Lynn yelled it victoriously. She moved atop Lucy's limp body to engage another chokehold. "Heh, you're red as a tomato again, Luce. Do you think that if I buried you, you would sprout a tomato plant?"
Before Lucy could answer with her quip, an angry voice sounded in the distance, preceded by a sharp gasp. "Lynn Loud Junior!"
"Oh no." Lynn immediately let go of her sister, and froze.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing. Lynn, are you responsible for Lucy's bruises?" Rita Loud started off a stern admonishing of her daughter's actions, and walked closer by.
"Uh, well... I... She said she could handle it. We were just playing around!"
Rita helped Lucy to her feet, and dusted the sand off of her. "You can't be playing rough with your little sister like that! You know how easily she bruises. I expected better of you, Lynn. Why, when we get back home you're grounded, young lady. For a week. And no sports."
"What!? But mom, I have an important rugby game tomorrow! You can't keep me home!"
"No buts young lady."
Lucy felt like this was all her fault, and butted in. "Mom, it's okay, really." She tried to talk her mother out of it. "I'm not a kid anymore, I can handle a few bruises."
"Honey, there is no need to protect your sister. I know bullying when I see it." Rita loud grabbed Lucy's arm firmly, and dragged her back towards the towel-lined home base. Lucy turned her head around weakly to look at Lynn. She was livid. Lucy watched her kick a rock out of sheer anger.
Lucy and Rita marched past the towels, off the beach, and towards the parking lot.
"Let's quickly get some ice on those bruises, honey. There's some ice in the cooler in your father's van."
Rita carelessly swings open the door to Vanzilla's back seat. She immediately spots the ice cooler, leaned upon by a closed-eyed Lincoln at the moment suprême.
"Lincoln!"
"Mom!?"
Lincoln recoils in surprise, but fails to halt what he has set in motion. The way that Lincoln was startled made his body reel away, but rotated towards, his mother and sister. A ropey white wad shoots across Vanzilla and lands right across Lucy's face, drawing a vertical line over her bangs, left cheek and mouth, and making an audible splat. Lucy doesn't flinch.
There is a moment of silence throughout which Lincoln fails to restrain the most uncomfortable orgasm of his life. The inexorable throbs continue out of him, undeterred. When the final throb subsides, Rita Loud, shocked and angry, blasts off into a tirade against her unpantsed son. She shouts at him something about restraint, public indecency, and ruining the innocence of his younger sister.
While the tirade continues in the background, Lincoln looks over at Lucy. Lucy is intently staring back at him. He sees her slowly — so unmistakably slowly as to savour it — licking his semen off of her lower lip.
Author's Note: Thank you all for 10k views! Wow! When I started this fanfic, I never expected that so many people would be reading it. I hope you enjoyed this extra-long multi-POV chapter. The story is a little over half way completed now - I have about another five chapters planned. If you are enjoying Crescendo so far, make sure to follow, fav and leave a comment! The numbers make my heart go doki doki, and I really love reading the reviews that you have left! My DMs are always open as well. Have a great day; much love! - pastelcigar
