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Tainted Love
By Lola Presents
Chapter 15
One of the things Lynn and Rita hadn't counted on when telling their children about their heritage was how it might affect those not already involved. Their primary objective in keeping their secret was to ensure that none of them would ever have to deal with the stresses and risks of an incestuous relationship. But now that they revealed their history, that knowledge might open the door for any predispositions they may have.
Lori's and Lincoln's relationship scared them, though they tried diligently to keep that fact a secret. Of all their children, Lori was in a unique position. Being over eighteen meant that a relationship with any of her siblings under the age of consent could earn terrible consequences if discovered. Such was their reasoning for giving them a room of their own.
Of course, they had no personal issue with their relationship, but allowing them to feel accepted and keeping them hidden from the world until Lincoln aged more, was the only prudent thing they could do. But, if others began feeling the effects of the curse that befallen their lineage, that would only complicate things. And separating them from their siblings seemed best.
However, they didn't know that two hearts had already begun to shift within the house. Only, they beat to a slightly different drum. Instead of romanticizing the notion and getting drawn to each other, they fell for those already in love. And, if they acted on their impulses, trouble lay ahead for the young couple.
Morning came, and Luan stretched vigorously. "Oh, God," she mumbled, "What a night."
Surprised that her sister was awake after playing with herself for hours, Luna agreed. "You're telling me," she answered quietly. "I thought you'd never go to bed."
"Come on," argued Luan, not wanting to bear all the blame. "It's not like you didn't do it too."
"Yeah, a couple of times," acknowledged Luna. "I just can't stop thinking about her."
"Wait, her?" gasped Luan, forgetting her sister's leanings. "I thought we were talking about Lincoln."
"Maybe you were," sighed Luna, picking at her crusty undergarments, "and that's fine. But he's too young for me. I need a woman, you know?"
"Oh, right," stated Luan, frowning at her ignorance. "What are we going to do now?" she asked a moment later. "I know you said 'nothing,' but if we're not competing for Lincoln, doesn't that change things?"
"Not really," said Luna, climbing down from her bunk in search of fresh clothing. "Not unless you want to try and split them up first. But that's a bad idea. They'd dump us like hot potatoes if they found out what we'd done."
"Yeah..." sighed Luan, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I kind of wish things were like those smutty fanfictions."
"Huh?" replied Luna, never having read one before. "What are you talking about?"
"You know," argued Luan. "Those fan-made stories about fictional characters from television and stuff. They're always the same. Two siblings fall in love, morals, and ethics be damned, and the next thing you know, the entire family is fucking."
Luna raised a brow at her sister as she got dressed. "Bruh, that's messed up," she argued. "Even for you, and you're cracked as is. Look, you can do what you want to do, alright? But I'm respecting their relationship."
"Ugh..." muttered Luan, flopping onto her side. "I know. It's just that I've been so horny recently."
"That's not surprising," Luna said, getting ready for breakfast. "You're only what? Fifteen? I'm surprised your hormones haven't driven you mad already."
"They're working on it," retorted Luan, also rising to change and grab some breakfast.
"Hi, guys!" chirped Lori as Luna and Luan joined them at the table with the rest of their siblings. "Sleep well?"
Luna rolled her eyes. "No, not really," Luna said. "For some reason, it was rather restless," she added, glaring at Luan, who tucked her lips inside her mouth defensively, turning slightly red.
"Oh. Well, maybe a good breakfast will help," Lori said, nodding toward the serving bowls full of morning delights.
"Good morning!" announced Rita, joining them in the kitchen. "And how are we all today?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"We're good, mother," replied Lisa, only concerned with stuffing her face and keeping Lily's food on her tray. "Though, Lily seems more interested in playing with her food than eating it."
"Now, Lily," cooed the little girl's mother. "We've talked about throwing your food. Eat like a big girl, or there will be no treats later."
"No tweats?!" cried Lily, her face going completely blank. Then, glancing at Lori, who gave her a little wink, she withdrew her shock and folded her arms. "Den other mommy give Wily tweats! Pbbbt!"
"Other mommy?" asked Rita, searching her children's faces for answers.
"Ehem," coughed Lynn, clearing her throat. "That's what she's been calling Lori, 'other mommy,' because she caught Lori and Lincoln kissing like adults."
"Uh-huh!" chirped Lily, confirming Lynn's statement. "Lowi is other mommy now."
"Speaking of which," sighed Rita, putting her coffee down and clasping her hands. "Lori, Lincoln, guess what today is?"
"Uh, you're anniversary?" guessed Lincoln, genuinely clueless.
"No, dummy," sighed Lucy. "Why would she care if we forgot that? Now, dad, she'd skin alive."
"No," chucked their mother. "Lori, Lincoln, today we put the final touches on your new room!"
"Oh, really?" gasped Lincoln, so surprised that he spit out a bit of toast. "That's cool! Only, how'd you get it done so fast?"
"The other night, while you were at the movies, we hired a contractor to come in and do it right," Rita informed them. "Your dad wasn't too happy, especially after Lisa and Lana got to pitch in."
"Can we see it?" pleaded Lori, holding her hands together as if praying. "Please?"
"Nope!" chirped Rita. "Not until the last coat of paint dries and we get a chance to decorate."
"Who's decorating it?" asked Lincoln. "It better not be Lucy."
"Hey!" shot the little goth. "I may be glum, but I know what others like."
"No, kids," laughed their mother. "It'll be a few of us, though Leni will be heading up the project."
"Yay, me!" beamed Leni, smiling from ear to ear. "You totes gonna love it! I..." she declared before Luna slapped her hand over Leni's mouth.
"Bruh, hush," Luna snapped. "What is it with you and secrets anyway?"
"Oh, sorry," apologized Leni, now free of Luna's hand. "I just get so excited."
"So, when do you think it'll be ready, mom?" asked Lori, wanting to know when she and Lincoln could retreat to their private chambers and do whatever they wanted. "I'm eager to see it."
"I'm sure you are," muttered Rita, with her hands on her hips, glaring with innuendo. "But, you're just going to have to wait."
"Haha!" laughed Lana, nearly dunking her head into her cereal. "No pattycake for you!"
And while everyone laughed to their heart's content, Lori only sat there stunned. "Pattycake?" she repeated. "Who the hell says that?"
"Kids who aren't allowed to use other words," Rita said, glowering at Lana. "That's who. Now, finish your breakfast and enjoy the day. Daylight's burning. Don't waste it." she told them a moment later, trying to redirect the conversation."
"That reminds me," announced Lincoln, turning toward his love. "Do you mind if I go over to Clyde's house for a while? There're some things we need to talk about."
"Sure, Pooky," she chirped, kissing his cheek. "Just don't be home too late."
"And it starts," joked Lincoln, inciting even more laughter from around the table.
"I would ask that you give him a hug and a kiss for me, but uh..." stammered Lynn, one-upping her brother's attempt at humor.
"You guys," sighed Rita, shaking her head as she waltzed out of the kitchen.
Since Clyde's visit the other day, many things had been on Lincoln's mind, most centered around Lori. However, some of them revolved around his friend as well. He'd accepted Clyde's apology gifts, but part of him still had doubts. And, as much as he wanted to believe they could still be friends, eliminating those doubts was paramount.
"Hey, there, Lincoln," said his friend upon opening his door. "Come on in. I was just about to sit down and play some Super Smash Bros. Brawl. Wanna join?"
"Actually," sighed Lincoln as he stepped into the familiar house. "I need to talk to you. In private?"
"I see," Clyde said, leading Lincoln to his bedroom, not that he needed leading. Then closing the door behind them, he sat on his bed. "So, what's this about?"
Lincoln breathed in deeply, then exhaled. "It's about a lot of things, Clyde," he told the boy. "Lori, Lynn, you and me..."
"I thought it might be," Clyde responded. "What do you need to know?"
"Well, first, I need to know how you truly feel about Lynn," Lincoln said. "The whole thing seemed to come out of the blue, you know? And, she's, well, Lynn's totally into you. Now, I can't help but wonder if it was some way to make Lori jealous, and I don't want her to get hurt."
Clyde sighed and pursed his lips, nodding. "I understand, and I can't blame you," he said. "And, you're a great brother for coming to me about this. But your right about one thing. It did come out of nowhere. It just smacked me right in the face. I don't know, something about standing up to her felt good, and when she stepped closer to me, challenging me like that, I saw something I couldn't refuse in her eyes."
Lincoln nodded and put his hand on Clyde's shoulder. "That's all I needed to hear, and I believe you," he said warmly before continuing to the next topic. "Now, I need to know you're truly alright with Lori and I being together. I mean, you had a crush on her for so long, I thought there might be some resentment, especially if you still liked her."
"Well..." Clyde murmured, averting his gaze slightly. "I can't pretend that I don't still have feelings for her, but she's never going to like me the way she likes you, and that's alright. I care about her happiness enough not to interfere."
"I'm glad you said that, Clyde," Lincoln told his friend, taking a seat beside him. "Because if you had, it would have affected my happiness too and ruined any chance at retaining our friendship."
"Yeah," sighed Clyde. "I considered that as well. But, if you don't mind, may I ask you something?"
"Sure, buddy," Lincoln replied, finally smiling again. "Go ahead."
"What exactly do you see in Lori, anyway?" inquired the boy. "I mean, she's your sister, and most people would think that's plain weird. Think about it: all the arguments and fights you had growing up must leave a mark. Right? And what about all the sibling rivalry? I would think it hard to fall in love with someone you constantly competed against."
"Interesting question," sighed Lincoln, bracing himself for his answer. "I guess, if I had to summarize it, I'd say that everything you mention is part of it. But, not despite it, but because of it. Only, you have to pair it with all the times we made up or got along in between those things. We know each other rather intimately, emotionally speaking. And well, physically now too, I suppose. I don't know, really. It's the culmination of a lot of things."
"That's cool," responded Clyde, nodding his head. "I still think it's a little strange, but as long as the two of you are happy, I'm good. Just don't let the authorities find out. I don't want to lose my best friend over this."
"You won't," Lincoln informed him, smiling broadly. "We're being extra careful."
"Alright then," snapped Clyde cheerfully, handing Lincoln his spare controller. "How about that game? It's been a while."
The two boys sat together playing video games, reminiscing about old times, and discussing recent issues of their favorite comic books until the sun began to recede. And, finally noticing what time it was, Lincoln excused himself and made his way home, eagerly anticipating the reveal of his and Lori's new room.
Finally, after all these years, he got an entire room to call his own. Well, except for the fact that he would be sharing it with Lori. However, in his opinion, that was the best bonus anyone could want. When he arrived, the sun was nearly behind the horizon, and he hoped his love hadn't been waiting long.
"Have fun?" chirped Lori as he stepped through the door. "You're just in time, too. Mom and Leni are downstairs, making sure everything is ready."
"You bet!" cheered Lincoln, stepping up to Lori, wrapping his arms around her waist, and giving her a good solid kiss, right in front of everyone. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
While Lucy groaned at their display, Lisa rolled her eyes, and Luna and Luan looked away.
"Alright, kids!" sang Rita as she hustled into the living room. "Are you ready to see your new room?" she asked giddily.
"We're ready as we'll ever be," replied Lori with a Christmas morning look in her eyes.
"Okay then, everyone line up, Lori and Lincoln first," she instructed them, "and follow me."
Rita led them into the kitchen and opened the door to the basement. The children first noticed that they'd finished the walls and added ample lighting to the stairwell, which led to a small hallway below. They had done more than give Lori and Lincoln a room but had entirely remade the basement.
Directly across from the stairs was a hall closet, and when they turned into the hallway on their left, they saw that the washer and dryer were now fully enclosed in their own space. On their right-hand side was the bedroom, which Rita proudly opened for them.
Complete with a personal restroom and a walk-in closet, the young couple finally had their own space. Although the boiler now had to be accessed via their room, neither Lori nor Lincoln could have been happier. Their siblings oohed and aahed over everything, expressing everything from jealousy to congratulations.
"Thank you so much, mom!" Lincoln said, expressing his gratitude, giving her a tight squeeze around the waist. "I love it!"
"Me too!" chirped Lori. "You guys did an outstanding job!" she declared, flopping onto her side of the bed.
"Alright, you guys," sighed Rita, once everyone had a chance to peruse the room. "Go on, get ready for bed, and leave the two lovebirds in peace."
Once everybody left, and the hall outside went silent, Lincoln proudly locked the door and joined his beloved on the bed. While some of their things remained upstairs, they felt no rush to claim them. There would be plenty of time for that. The only question was what mom and dad planned on doing with Lincoln's old room.
Instead, they happily changed into their night clothes, pleased that they no longer had to hide from the family. They were free to flirt, fondle, and caress each other without fear of intrusion—all of which they did before getting ready for bed. Eventually, though, even they tired and began to yawn deeply. Satisfied, they snuggled closely under the fresh sheets and blankets and fell asleep.
Not having any windows ensured their privacy, but it also meant no ambient light, and they ended up sleeping entirely too late. Their wake-up call came from their mother's knock and the announcement that breakfast was ready. And, they sluggishly untangled themselves and got up. Stretching and yawning, they put on regular clothes and headed upstairs, where everyone was already eating.
"I hope you left some for us," declared Lori as she took her usual seat beside Lincoln.
"You snooze, you lose," belted Lynn as she grabbed the last waffle.
"Or get our alarm clocks from our old rooms," sighed Lincoln, settling for the last of the eggs and a single piece of toast.
"Say, mom," asked Lori inquisitively. "What do you plan on doing with our old rooms, anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know," murmured their mothers. "I considered turning it into an office to write in peace. What do you guys think?"
That's when the arguments broke out. Every child still paired with another, immediately arguing that the other should move out, giving the bigger room to themselves. Only Leni remained alone, and neither Lori nor Lincoln complained about their accommodations. Smartly, they promptly excused themselves from the conversation and ate whatever was left, smiling the entire time.
After breakfast, the two lay on their bed, admiring their new room, filled with so many possibilities, and they discussed how to personalize it for some time. But eventually, the conversation ended, leaving them silent for a moment.
"What now?" asked Lincoln, needing something to do.
"Oh, I can think of a few things," cooed Lori, rolling on top of him, batting her eyes at him, and stripping off her tank top.
"I like how you think," replied Lincoln, fumbling with his pants and licking his lips as he stared at the small breasts hovering mouth-wateringly close.
The rest of the children sat lazily around the living room, watching television, reading something, or idly chatting. All was peaceful until Lola finally spoke up.
"I wonder what they're gonna do all day down there," she said flatly. "Look at each other?"
"Well, actually..." Lisa began explaining until a hand covered her mouth and carried her from the room.
