Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino

Guest: Yeah. I can't imagine Mr. and Mrs. Loud supporting abortion, but I honestly don't want to address that subject. At least not in this story. Maybe in a future one.

marz-senpai: We'll see how things go!

RCJ02: Living the dream? Maybe. Remember, the girls are pseudo-hippies and into free love and sexual experimentation. What could go wrong?

note: Once again, FFnet is acting weird. Yesterday, only 26 stories were showing for the M rating for a short while, and many things were missing from the front page. The stats for Dancing with the Devil still haven't been updated. Remember, if you ever have problems seeing my stories, you can always get to them from my page. Otherwise, be patient. FFnet will eventually get fixed. In the meantime, I'm highly considering copying everything to AO3, just in case.

Bohemian Serenade

By Lola Presents

Chapter 11

Luna walked onto the stage alone as the stadium light dimmed, replaced by several spotlights that shone directly at her. Expecting the whole band to emerge for a well-deserved encore, everyone fell silent in bewilderment and expectation. Nervously, Luna stepped up to her microphone, which stood front and center of the stage, and held tightly onto the stand.

"Thank you, Seattle," she said calmly, hiding her anxiety like a true professional. "You've been wonderful, and we've enjoyed being here. Before we get to another round of music, though, I must address all our fans here and across the nation."

The crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, and Luna waited for the commotion to settle before continuing. Saying the wrong thing now could be devastating. How she worded her announcement was of the utmost importance, but she had been practicing for days.

"A while back, some over-eager journalists took several rather unflattering images of my brother and I and peddled a story of their own, entirely without context," she reminded them. "As a result, we lost a lot of fans and support among the music community, and the loss of their voices hurt deeply."

Again a wave of concern moved through the assembled fans, unsure where the announcement would lead.

"However, those that remained supported us with an even louder voice. Since then, we've only seen more progressive people, like yourselves, announce their love and support for the band," Luna continued. "For that, you deserve to know the truth, directly from me, rather than some sleazy tabloid."

Then, Luna looked off-stage, smiled, and motioned for her mates to join her. Sam, Mazzy, and Lincoln strolled on stage and stood around their singer and songwriter on her signal. Luna then grabbed Lincoln by the waist and pulled him close.

"This is my brother, Lincoln," she said as an introduction. "I'm sure you've all heard that he's dating Sam. However, what you don't know is that he's also dating Mazzy," she said, letting the inevitable rabble-rousing die before delivering the final element. "And me," she said proudly stated, bracing herself for whatever came.

For a moment, the audience remained entirely silent. Then, suddenly, it erupted into a frenzy of clapping, cat-calls, and the occasional boo. The overall response was overwhelmingly positive. While the few disillusioned fans left early, those that remained began clapping in unison, repeatedly chanting "LU-NA," prompting her and Lincoln to kiss in front of everyone.

Luna knew that this wasn't the end of things, however. The media would be pressing them hard for the details over the coming weeks and months, but she was ready for it. She only hoped Lincoln was. While he had always been rather outgoing, large crowds intimidated him.

However, she put her musings over the future in the back of her mind as they parted, Lincoln leaving the stage as a tearful Colette ran to her place behind the keyboards, beginning their last set of the night. Luna and Sam sang their hearts out for their loyal and understanding fans as they left their seats to dance now that the crowd had thinned.

At the very least, Bill had a new marketing angle to explore.

After the final curtain and their gear got packed, Luna, Sam, Mazzy, and their boyfriend, Lincoln, retreated to the safety and isolation of their tour bus. Once Mazzy had locked the door, they stripped down to their birthday suits and gathered around Lincoln as he sat naked and highly aroused on the wrap-around sofa.

Grinning wildly, Sam and Mazzy took positions at Lincoln's side, shoving their buxom chests into his mouth while Luna straddled her brother and began riding like a bucking bronco, no longer caring who knew. Alternating between his side chick's tits and kissing Luna, he maneuvered one hand between their legs and inserted as many fingers into their moist holes as he could, jilling them off.

And just as he nutted into his already pregnant sister, a soft knock came upon their door. Groaning, Sam rose, slipped into one of her overly long tee shirts, and cracked the door to see Colette standing there, idly twiddling her fingers. As the short, petite girl had chosen to travel alone, Sam was surprised to see her. Sam addressed her, closing the door slightly to obscure the girl's view of events further.

"Uh, hey, Colette..." she murmured. "What are you doing here?"

"May I come in?" she pleaded nervously. "I need to talk to Luna."

"Um, well..." sighed Sam, looking back at the celebratory orgy, where Mazzy now lay across the coffee table, getting her ass rutted while Luna squatted over her face, passionately kissing Lincoln. "We're kind of..." Sam stalled, "...busy?"

"Look..." demanded Colette. "I know what goes on in these buses. And with the four of you being together, I can only imagine what they're doing, and it won't bother me. But this is important."

Furrowing her brows, Sam considered her words and sense of urgency.

"Please?" Spaz begged. "I don't have any cameras or anything. I promise!"

"Fine..." muttered Sam, opening the door wide enough for the tiny girl to slip through. Then, after locking the door again, she announced her arrival to the others. "Guys..." she said. "You might want to stop a minute. Spaz is here with something important for Luna."

Luna turned and faced the small girl, wondering precisely how old she was due to the deep tint on her face. Sighing and flustered, Luna rose and met with their temporary keyboardist. Folding her arms over her chest as if that would somehow conceal their activities from the girl.

"Okay," Luna chirped. "What's so important? Did something happen?"

"N-No," stammered the nervous girl erratically. 'It's j-just that I, w-well..." she stammered, fumbling in the pockets of her black hoodie before shoving a red envelope in front of Luna. "T-This is for you."

Redirecting her gaze to the offering, Luna timidly unfolded her arms, taking it from Colette and opening it. After pulling out a well-folded piece of notebook paper, a lovely scent wafted through her nose. Bringing it closer, she sniffed it directly. Realizing what was happening, Luna blushed and read the hastily hand-written message aloud.

"Dear Luna," it read. "I apologize for not being brave enough to tell you myself, even though I am, hopefully, standing right in front of you. The thing is, I've been in love with you since I was fourteen and have secretly followed you around the country, hoping for a chance to meet you. You are my idol and inspiration. Up until tonight, I've been too afraid to speak to you. But after your announcement, I got the strength, hoping you'd accept me too. I love you so much," it finished. "Love, Spaz."

Luna had received love letters from crazed fans before, but nothing as touching as the one she held in her hands. Most were nothing more than declarations of lust and desire from empty-hearted zealots. But Colette's prose spoke of nothing but admiration and love, a genuine desire to be with her.

Flooded with emotion, Luna trembled slightly and tenderly placed the letter on the table. Clasping her hands in a desperate attempt to calm her quickly beating heart, Luna faced the shaking girl, knowing that accepting her wasn't as easy as simply saying yes.

"Spaz..." Luna cooed, nearly in tears. "Colette, this is so sweet, and you're a beautiful girl," she hesitantly began. "But we're together," she reminded the girl, indicating the others. "If I say yes to you, you have to say yes to them, too. Do you understand?"

"Mmhm," hummed Spaz, quickly stuffing her hands in her hoodie pocket again. "That's okay," she offered weakly.

Luna raised her brow, unsure about the girl's convictions. Then, turning to the others.

"What do you think?" she asked quietly but insistently. "What do I do?"

After filling Mazzy's anal cavity with his last load of semen for a while, Lincoln pulled out and stepped up to the flustered girl as his dick fell limp and studied her.

"I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to meet yet," he said, offering his hand. "But you were thrown in at the last minute. Now..." he said, rubbing his chin, "...I hate to ask this, but how old are you?"

Spaz closed her eyes and lowered her head, hiding her beautifully dark eyes from him.

"Sixteen," she muttered too quietly to hear.

"I'm sorry?" Lincoln replied, stepping closer and leaning in closer. "Come again?"

"I'm sixteen!" she exclaimed before falling to her knees, crying profusely. "I lied to Bill, and I'm sorry! But it was my only hope! I know it's illegal, but I had to try! Just get this over with, so I can go home..." she wept.

Something about this girl reminded Lincoln of his sister, Lucy. She was dark and filled with a desire for the forbidden, and his heart melted. Stooping, he gently took her hands and pulled her to a stand. Then, gingerly lifting her hood, he let it fall back, revealing her gorgeous dark hair and small round face.

"It would be difficult," Lincoln announced, smiling warmly at the young girl. "But, if you continued to travel alone, I doubt anyone would think anything of it," he added. "You could always be with us before and after shows."

"Mmhm," murmured the jittery girl as Lincoln turned and offered his thoughts to his sister. "She's cute," he said. "I say go for it. Who knows? Maybe she'll warm up to the rest of us, too."

"I like you," Luna told the girl, smiling coyly at her as she stepped forward and rested one hand on the trembling girl's shoulder. "But you're wearing way too many clothes," she observed. "How about proving you're a team player, and we'll see what happens. Hm?"

"Y-Yes..." she stammered, reaching for the hem of her hoodie. "Of course..." she stuttered as she slowly pulled the garment off, exposing her bare chest to the room. Then, silently, she removed her boots, pulled off her long, black socks, and shimmied out of her black jeans, tossing them aside. Then, standing naked before everyone, Luna pressed her body against the tiny girl's, leaned in, and kissed her.

"W-Wow!" swooned Colette once Luna parted from her. "You taste even better than I imagined!"

Laughing, Luna sat down on the couch, spreading her legs for the newest member of their unofficial cult.

"You haven't tasted anything yet," she cooed, curling her finger at the girl. "Have you ever been in the middle of a sex sandwich?"

"N-no..." admitted Spaz as she knelt before Luna, going to all fours before getting treated to her idol's delights.

"Well, you're about to!" cooed Luna, motioning for Lincoln to join them at seeing his rapidly enlarging cock. "

"Mmph! cried Spaz from between Luna's legs after Lincoln knelt and thrust himself into the girl, doggie style.

"Geez..." offered Mazzy as she diddled herself while watching the erotic show. "I think we've created a monster!"

"Yeah, well," sighed Sam, also pleasuring herself. "I'm in love with that monster."

"I'm getting there..." cooed Mazzy, drooling.

After that night's performance, it didn't take much convincing on Luna's part to sign Spaz on as a permanent member of the band. Though the plan was for her to continue traveling alone, Bill insisted that his assets get protected by any means. As a result, Spaz was relegated to the tour bus with the assurance that Bill would house her run-down van.

Of course, Colette's actual age remained a secret. For all Bill knew, the young woman was eighteen, and the band intended for things to stay that way. However, there was some concern over why her family wasn't seeking her out as a runaway. Had she any family, they were undoubtedly looking for her. However, nobody dared pry, especially since they'd had sex with her.

Giving her young fan the thrill of her life, sequestered away in Luna's cabin as the bus' wheels hummed down the road, Lincoln lay curled up to Mazzy, spooning her as they tried to get some sleep after multiple rounds of intense sex. Though Maz wasn't the beauty his sister or Sam was, she had an appeal all her own, her kinky side.

Maz had watched a lot of porn over the years, tried a lot of it, and liked most of what she tried. And, she'd try anything once. Lincoln knew that one of the reasons she and Sully had split up was his aversion to her experimental and alternative side, but he was enjoying it.

While his sister and Sam had already introduced him to drinking each other's urine to intimately bond, he didn't truly enjoy it until Maz insisted that he keep trying. Now, he couldn't get enough and prized his sister's more than the others. Likewise, Lincoln's was always available for the girl's satisfaction. Taking a leak in the restroom became increasingly rare.

Then there was the time Sam coaxed Lincoln into letting her peg him with one of her toys. At first, he was reluctant, thinking it was gay, which he wasn't. However, after conceding to her pouting face and beautiful eyes and Luna and Maz chanting in favor of the effort, Lincoln accommodated them. Surprisingly, he found it quite stimulating and ultimately enjoyable.

However, as much as he loved Sam and Maz, a new girl got added to their clan. And since she came aboard, he began to feel spread too thin, losing his closeness with his sister. Spaz was young and tight, and he enjoyed fucking her immensely, but it wasn't the same. It was just sex, and Lincoln needed more than that.

Colette was also a considerable risk, and Lincoln knew it. A big part of him wanted to take his sister and run to their home in Ohio. However, Luna had obligations now, and so did he. Despite being curled up to Maz, with his flaccid cock lying between her legs, he could only think of his sister and their upcoming baby.

"Two more months..." he kept thinking. "Then the tour is over, and we can go home for a while. Two more months..."

After being thoroughly embarrassed, draining her bladder into her idol's mouth for the umpteenth time that night, Colette crawled off, turned around, and snuggled up to her. Then draping one leg over Luna's waist, she began whispering in her ear.

"I love you so much, Luna..." she cooed. "I wish I could run away with you and be alone forever."

"Yeah..." sighed the older woman. Though she had a similar thought, it didn't involve Colette. "That would be nice..."

Not that she didn't like Colette, but her love centered around her brother. Sadly, she had committed herself to her career, something a large part of her regretted. Music would always be there. Being in a profitable band wasn't a prerequisite to playing and enjoying music.

Luna had accomplished her childhood goal of making it big in the music business. But now that she had, it began to feel more like a chore than fun. Soon, the tour would be over, and she would give birth in a few more months. The road was no place for a child, and while her parents eventually agreed to raise theirs, Luna wanted something else.

She wanted her and Lincoln to raise their kid together.

And as Luna lay there, thinking to herself, feeling the light touch of the underage girl's hand as it gently glided over her stomach, picturing her child in a similar situation if not for their parenting. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Luna, and she began to weep, completely overwhelmed.

"W-What's the matter?" cooed the anxious girl, gently turning Luna's face toward her. "Are y-you alright?"

"I wanna go home..." Luna whimpered.

There isn't much to do while traveling day and night except for sleeping and eating. When doing so with members of the opposite sex, that prolonged exposure to boredom often leads to shenanigans with drugs and sex among the top offenders. For those aboard the purple and white tour bus headed for Los Angeles, the latter slowly consumed them.

For the next two days, their constant sexual exploration of each other deterred them from routinely checking their phones. While it saved them from the explosion of media stories and commentary involving the band, it didn't prepare them for what was to come.

Quick searches of public records discovered Luna's and Lincoln's addresses, making their coupling acceptable from a legal standpoint. However, some still stood on the archaic idea that incest should be illegal and dug in their heels. Surprisingly, the number of people who stood up for the atypical family, shutting the haters down any dissent within moments, was astounding.

They pulled into Angel Stadium around noon, the morning of the third day, unaware of attendance numbers. After satisfying their morning thirst and need to relieve themselves, and a hearty breakfast while under guard, they began the usual pre-show rituals.

At eight o'clock, the doors were closed, and the show got underway. When the curtain finally pulled back, Luna and her band ran onto the stage, surprised but pleasingly overwhelmed at a packed house. At first sight, the shoulder-to-shoulder fans stood and cheered loudly for their beloved idol, whom they now saw as an extension of the LGBT movement.

Though not officially recognized, due to not being legal in all states, some fans began including an I in the acronym while discussing the subject or making posts on social media. Luna's public announcement had made an impact more significant than any she ever foresaw. While looking only for personal acceptance, she'd opened a can of worms that would satisfy Lana for years.

The band rode high on the love, applause, and acceptance they got shown and began their set with enthusiasm and pride. Things went well until halfway through their performance when Luna started to feel light-headed and slur her words. Luna found standing difficult a moment later, and holding her mic became a chore. Then, she suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed onto the stage, bringing the concert to an abrupt and concerning end.