Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
Bohemian Serenade
By Lola Presents
Chapter 6
The rest of the day was rather interesting. It's good that David was too busy driving the bus to know what was going on in the cabin. Then again, he didn't care. It was his job to drive the bus, not parent its passengers. Besides, they paid him well to ignore certain things, and he wasn't about to risk his wallet over them.
For a while, things remained relatively calm, though highly flirtatious. But, it wasn't long before Sam pulled Lincoln into her room for a quickie. Taking their cue, Sully and Mazzy headed off to do the same and work off some of the extra weight their sinful breakfast added to them. However, this left Luna alone, and she didn't like it.
Yes, letting Lincoln be with Sam solved her biggest problem. At the same time, she wanted Lincoln for herself, sure that Sam wanted the same. Then there was the issue of Luna and Sam. While Luna had forgiven her and tentatively accepted her back, she wasn't confident Sam would maintain her sanity.
Luna knew Sam quite well, as they had been dating since they were teenagers, and one thing Sam did exceptionally well was cause drama. That, and experiment. Drugs had taken hold of her some time back, and Luna knew a little bit more about these things than Lincoln did. Sam showed no signs of withdrawal whatsoever.
Sure, she'd cleaned herself up and started dressing more affably, but that didn't mean anything. Addicts became experts at deception when there was something they wanted. Sighing as she sat alone in the lounge, she wondered how all this might play out in the media's eye.
Surely they'd make a big deal about Luna hiring her brother, but add Sam into the mix, and the accusations of him also being strung out were bound to occur. Luna knew that several of her siblings and her parents followed the band on social media. But how closely did they pay attention to what fans were saying?
Luna truly wanted Sam to turn herself around, but if she didn't, a decision would have to get made; keep her or fire her. For now, all Luna could do was consider the possibilities as nothing concrete had happened yet. Sighing again, she cleared her mind, turned on the television, and watched Entertainment Tonight.
"God, I've been wanting to do this for years!" chirped Sam as she and Lincoln fumbled with each other's clothes, trying to undress each other simultaneously.
"Me too," Lincoln breathed heavily. "You don't know how many times I've jerked off to thoughts of you."
"Really?" Sam cooed. "You were too busy thinking about Luna?"
"Both," chuckled Lincoln. "Sometimes at the same time!"
"Well, now you can have the real thing," said Sam, finally nude, standing before the highly aroused young man.
Sam's skin was pure cream in Lincoln's eyes. Not a blemish to be seen anywhere. Her perky B-cup breasts supported pink areolas and nipples, stiffened and ready to go, and her soft, sparse blonde pubic hair sat neatly above her slit. Lincoln couldn't tell if she shaved or naturally had slight growth, but it didn't matter. He was fully erect when she laid back on the bottom bunk and pulled her legs to her chest, inviting him in for whatever he wished to do.
Kneeling beside the bed, Lincoln leaned in and used his thumbs to spread her lips before diving in gingerly. Running his tongue up one side of her inner folds and down the other, he made little circles, tasting every bit of her that he could. Satisfied at Sam's moans, he moved on to her clit, gently massaging it, alternating between his lips and teeth, pulling on it occasionally for that extra bit of stimulation.
The one part of the female body he liked more than any other was the soft, tender crevasses where the inner thigh meets the bottom of the pelvis. While not typically associated with sexual arousal, it was the pinnacle of stimulation for Lincoln. Before moving up and into position for the main event, he lingered on Sam's crevasses, though his thumbs continued to massage her clit.
Sam reacted favorably, relaxing her hold on her legs to give Lincoln better access. And though she had no idea what to expect, she found it unusually pleasurable. But eventually, the horny young woman couldn't take it anymore and pulled Lincoln toward her, kissing him passionately as he lined his cock up with her entrance.
Sam's head lolled back mid-kiss, and she sucked air through her teeth as Lincoln pushed himself into her, slamming into her repeatedly. After not too long, his anticipation got the best of him, and he filled her with his seed. However, the hot young woman wasn't satisfied and turned over, kneeling over the bed, begging him to take her from behind.
Not one to pass up such an opportunity, Lincoln quickly knelt behind her and plunged himself into her again. While the first encounter seemed more for his ease of access, this time spoke of a personal need. And she started calling his name as he banged away at her.
"Oh, fuck..." she cried. "God, Lincoln, that feels so good! I love the way it feels when your balls slap my clit like that! Do it faster! Harder!"
"Damn, girl," Lincoln chuckled as he picked up his pace. "Is this about love or sex?"
"Right now, I don't care," Sam cooed through light breaths. "Just fuck me..."
Finally, Lincoln came for the second time, announcing his retirement as he pulled out and collapsed on the floor. Sam remained on the bed as her pulse began to settle, allowing Lincoln to gaze up at her butt as she lay there panting. A small amount of cum started drooling from her gaping hole, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was.
The rest of the afternoon got spent in the lounge, wasting time with the rest of the band, playing video games, and light drinking. They weren't due in Houston until the following day, and they knew that Dave would have to park the bus for a while so he could sleep.
That would be their cue to cool off and get some sleep themselves. But, for the time being, everyone celebrated Sam's apparent return to sanity with some old-fashioned fun and games. At one point, they even played strip poker, which Mazzy lost. But she was a good sport about it and made sure everyone got a good look at her bits and pieces.
Around nine in the evening, the bus pulled into a Western Sizzlin' steak house. Apparently, Dave wanted something other than junk food tonight. And, for what it was worth, Lincoln agreed with him. After doing Luna and Sam multiple times in one day, he could use a little nourishment.
After a hearty meal of filet mignon, a salad, and a stuffed potato, Lincoln climbed into his bunk to rest while his stomach digested the food. For about fifteen minutes, he was in heaven. Then, without warning, Sully began calling everyone to the lounge. Sighing, he got out of bed and wandered out to join the others, where Mazzy stood, still naked.
"According to insiders," the entertainment newscaster announced, "Luna Loud, lead singer, and songwriter for Luna and the Moon Goats, has a new boy toy. However, according to witnesses, the young man is merely her brother, working for the staff. But this reporter isn't buying it. The two were seen recently eating at an IHOP, where they held hands and ordered their food separate from the band. We all know that life on the road can get lonely. Just ask Donny and Marie Osmond..." the newscaster said, referencing another brother-sister couple from a few decades ago.
"Well, that's just great," sighed Luna, folding her arms while glaring at the television.
"And now I remember why we started fighting," Sam whispered.
"What?" Luna gasped, facing her friend. "What do you mean?"
"Luna and the Moon Goats," Sam said, nodding toward the television. "It makes it sound like you're more important than the band. It should just be The Moon Goats. I mean, either we're a band or aren't. Hell, we don't even get paid the same."
"You don't?" gasped Luna, looking toward Sully and Maz for confirmation.
"Yeah, dude," sighed their drummer. "It sucks, but it's the truth."
"Really?" sighed Luna, gazing at the floor. "I had no idea. I mean, we never discussed it before."
"No, we did," Sully added. "Only, you were too caught up in the lights and noise to listen. But, now that Lincoln's here, you seem to have found yourself again."
"Yeah..." sighed Luna, lost in thought. "I'm sorry, guys. I need to go for a walk," she said, leaving the bus to wander around the lot between the cargo vans carrying their gear outside the hotel.
Had she indeed been that vain? Was it her fault that Sam became as depressed as she was? While it didn't sound like something she would fall victim to, Luna trusted her friends enough to consider the possibility. If true, Luna owed Sam more than just an apology. Of course, she didn't make Sam take drugs. Sam did that on her own.
"Maybe I should go check on her," offered Lincoln, worried about his sister.
"No, dude," Sam said, wrapping her arm around his and pulling him close. "Let Sully go. If anyone sees you outside this bus, alone with her, hell will break loose."
"Who, me?" barked the keyboardist. "Shouldn't Maz go? I mean, Luna would probably like a girl to talk to."
"No, dummy," Maz spat. "Sam suggested you because you can protect her better."
"Oh..." sighed Sully as he prepared to leave.
Maz rolled her eyes. "Wonderful boyfriend, but dense as a rock sometimes."
Sully found Luna between two of the eighteen-wheelers a few slots down, sitting against one of the wheels. As he gazed at her, sitting alone in the dark, he could tell she was crying. Her legs got pulled, her arms wrapped around them, and her head rested on her knees, soft moans coming from her direction.
"Luna?" called Sully softly as he approached cautiously, not wanting to startle or upset her further. "Are you alright?"
Luna looked up when she heard his voice, checking to make sure he was alone before answering. "Not really," she whined. "I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore. I'm not who I used to be, and I hate it. I drove Sam away and don't know if we can ever repair that. I didn't listen to you or Maz. Then, I fell in love with my brother, who also loves Sam. I let him date her out of guilt, and now..."
"It's called regrets, hun," Sully replied, sitting across from her. "And, it's okay. Everybody makes mistakes. But, we learn from them and change because of them. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know if there's anything I can do," sobbed Luna. "I can talk to Bill about rebranding the band, but he gets the final say. Then, if I tell Lincoln how I feel and make him choose, I might lose him."
"Uh, yeah," Sully said, not arguing with her. "That's about the size of it. But that's how all choices get made. You think about things, make a decision, and then live with the results. I wish I could tell you what to do, but I can't. You have to figure this out for yourself."
"I know..." sighed Luna, wiping her tears away and resting her head against the tire. "I don't remember life being this hard when I was younger."
"Heh," chuckled Sully. "That's all of us, man."
"I suppose we should go get some sleep now, huh?" asked Luna, looking over at her friend.
"Yeah, that might help," he replied. "And, if you feel confident at some point, maybe you should try telling Lincoln how you feel, without making any demands. You know, see what he says before making any decisions."
"That sound good," yawned Luna, patting him on the knee before rising to leave. "Thanks, Sully."
While the crew slept happily in their hotel rooms, the stars kept to themselves in their tour bus, where they had all the supplies and creature comforts one could need. There was no reason to risk exposing themselves to the outside world by having to go back and forth between their rooms and another location. But, for Lincoln, it was pretty confining.
He'd grown up living in a converted linen closet with ten sisters on all sides. The problem now wasn't space or number of people but rather how intimate things had become. That was something Lincoln hadn't gotten used to. Seeing Sam and Mazzy in various states of undress or naked after losing at strip poker was much more arousing than seeing his other sisters in the same state, waiting to use the restroom.
Strangely, it didn't bother him to see Luna nude. It wasn't that he didn't find her attractive because he did. Maybe it was because he was sincerely in love with her and saw her as an equal, not only as a sex prize.
But, if that was the case, what did it mean for him and Sam? Was she just a trophy? Lincoln had harbored a silent lust for her for so many years that he wasn't sure he could tell the difference anymore.
As if on cue, Luna finally broke the awkward silence as they lay in their bunks, trying to fall asleep. "Lincoln?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Barely. What's up?
"I..." stammered Luna, uncertain of herself. "I'm having second thoughts."
"About what?" asked Lincoln, furrowing his brows and rolling over to face the open room.
"About Sam," Luna admitted. "And you."
"I don't understand," Lincoln whispered back. "You seemed so sure of yourself earlier."
"I don't know," sighed his sister. "I love you, Lincoln, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But not with her. Lincoln, I still care about her, but I'm not in love with her anymore. This just doesn't feel right. I think I said what I said out of guilt and a desire to see her feel better about herself."
"Yeah..." sighed Lincoln, understanding what she meant. "I wondered about that. But what am I supposed to do now? We already had sex, and she's in love with me. If I broke it off, she wouldn't go along with the plan to divert attention away from us. If I continue to see her, that'll feel just as bad."
"This is all my fault," whimpered Luna, clearly crying. "I've messed things up so bad. Why do I keep making the dumbest decisions?"
Pursing his lips, Lincoln crawled out of bed, climbed the short ladder to his sister's bunk, and slipped in, cradling her in his arms as she wept.
"I don't know, Luna," he sighed, holding her naked body tight and close. "But, for what it's worth, I went along with it, so I'm just as guilty."
Gently resting her hand on Lincoln's chest, she began playing with his little puff of chest hair. "I'm so sorry," she whined. "I feel bad about the whole thing, but I get so jealous when I see you with her, I want to scream. But, I won't make things worse by asking you to choose. Just promise me that you won't get her pregnant. Alright? Because if that happens, she'll be in my life forever through you."
"Well..." sighed Lincoln, shifting his mouth to one corner. "I can't promise that. We have sex today without protection, and she'll expect that now. Besides, what if she's already pregnant?" he asked her. Then, after considering the possibility, "What if you're already pregnant?"
"Oh, God..." cried Luna despondently. "I hadn't thought of that. What if I am? That would ruin the last half of the tour..."
"Well," led Lincoln. "If you want, I can step away before the show tomorrow and pick up some tests. I doubt anyone would recognize me alone."
"Would you?" pleaded Luna, desperate for some resolution. "That would make me feel a lot better. At least then, we'd know for sure. Though, it wouldn't be accurate for another couple of weeks."
"Alright," stated Lincoln, coming to a decision. "I've made up my mind," he told her. "I'll buy a box of condoms when I go to the store. Then, we'll see what happens. Who knows, maybe Sam will lose interest or find someone else. It's weird, but I got the feeling today that she was more into the sex than she was in love with me."
"Well, that suits Sam's personality of late," whispered Luna, her tears ebbing. "She's always tried to get whatever I have. Maybe you're right. Anyway, I'm tired. Goodnight, Lincoln. I love you."
"Goodnight, Luna," he replied genuinely. "I love you, too."
And as the young couple snuggled in bed, trying to fall asleep, they drifted off, entertaining dreams of their own. While Luna dreamed about what life would be like when they were older and she had retired, Lincoln's dreams were filled with heartache and headache, trying to resolve his feelings for Luna and Sam.
Eventually, word began spreading among the hotel guests that they'd seen Luna Loud and the Moon Goats' tour bus parked outside. They never saw the flashes as cameras glared through their window, taking pictures of the young couple lying snuggled up in bed with broad smiles on their faces.
However, the following morning would be an entirely different story. The paparazzi finally got the scoop they were after. At least, that's what they thought. And, of course, every gossip rag on the supermarket shelves and every news outlet available to the media ran stories, eliciting a flurry of calls direct from either Bill or their family.
Maz woke that morning feeling great until she checked her social media accounts, which were ablaze with accusations and innuendo, with pictures to prove their points. Sitting up in a flash, she got dressed and grabbed her phone, rushing to the lounge to express her horror.
"Guys..." she muttered, her shirt still unbuttoned and her boobs hanging out. "We have a huge problem..."
