Lincoln gritted his teeth as his fingers roughly and rapidly tapping against the multiple buttons and toggles of his game controller. His eyes narrowed at the tv screen in the living room where his character was reloading his rifle while avoiding the rush of zombies almost catching up to his position. His bullets are running low and his health was barely above the critical zone, beeping brightly to show how dangerous it was for him to stay there much longer. He was already out of bandage and medical kit earlier against a boss, and with no way to recover his health he should have just retreat and search for more supply. Seriously, he was risking a lot to keep his last stand against the final wave, especially since the safe zone is only a few feet ahead of him across the sea of zombies blocking his path.
"Come on..." He groaned in frustration under his breath, hunching down on the couch even further in deep concentration. On the screen his character kept getting combo of headshot after headshot, killing all the zombies that got too close to him. Just a few more shots in his rifle and some zombies left to kill, he can do this, he can actually beat the final level on single player and hardcore. He can't wait to tell the gang about this, he can already see their reaction of disbelief at his achievement. This wasn't any small feat either, even the greatest and experienced of gamer was struggling to finish this particular stage.
"Just a little bit longer..." Lincoln almost hissed through gritted teeth, his focused eyes scanning for any zombie still running loose in the map. With a decision made on the spot, he got out from his hiding spot and sprinted towards the safe zone, shooting the leftover zombies still chasing after him from behind. His health was on critical but it will be replenish as soon as he get into the safe zone, he just need to get there in time first.
"Oooh Lincoln~"
His body jerked when two soft and plump mounds pressed against the back of his head, ruining his concentration completely with the sudden familiar sensation.
He almost drew blood with how hard he was gritting his teeth, focusing his gaze on the screen while ignoring the teen girl leaning against him from behind the couch.
"Can you please do something for your big sister~?" She asked, pushing more weight of her ample chest on his back. His right eye twitched as Lincoln held his controller tighter at the distraction.
"Not now Lori, can't you see I'm BUSY!" He said, putting emphasize on the last word. Instead of backing away, she leaned forward and rubbed the back of his neck with her chest, a thin layer of her light blue tank top being the only thing separating them completely. From what he was feeling at the moment, she definitely wasn't wearing anything else underneath.
"But I literally need your help Linky, would you really choose a video game over your own big sister~?" Did she really need to refer herself as big sister that much, seriously it was annoyingly unnecessary.
"Can't it wait for a second, I'm almost done here." Lincoln complained, struggling to concentrate with the soft and warmth feeling spreading on the back of his neck.
Whatever he hoped he would get from her, it was definitely not what he was getting.
"You do know that I'm the one in charge for doing the laundry right, I don't have clean clothes to wear anymore, even the one I'm wearing right now need to be wash..." She informed, only irritating him more by stating the obvious. It was Saturday, and as usual he and his sisters all went to do their given chores. Since he was already done taking out the trash earlier that day, he decided to play Left 2 Die on hardcore mode since he already planned to finish it before school start.
"Do you really want me to take off my own clothes, how much of a pervert can you be Lincoln?" She smirked smugly. "Do you really want to see your sister naked that much?"
Lincoln scrunched his face at the image of his naked sister pushing her bare breast on his back, her already stiff nipples poking into the fabric of his shirt.
"Eww, the heck Lori!?" He turned his head around in disgust. It was only for a quick second but it was enough for the screen to be splattered with red blood as his character screamed in pain while being ripped apart by the vicious zombies before game over being shown to him.
Lincoln turned his attention back to the tv, his eyes widened in horror as he stared at his character being eaten by a crowd of zombies. The camera slowly panning out, showing the entrance to the safe zone not far away from his location. If this was an online game, he could probably get another chance at breaking through the zombies by paying a hefty amount of money being changed into the game currency. But it wouldn't be the same, it will never be. He wasn't like those pay to win player, he wanted the whole experience no matter how hard and frustrating it was.
But the whole experience doesn't exactly include interruption from his sisters...
That was just the whole Lincoln Loud's experience.
With his mouth wide open, Lincoln let go of his controller as if fell to the floor with a thud. His body froze like the lifeless body of his dead character. He felt like his life was being sucked out from his body. Instead of being shredded to pieces by a crowd of zombies, it felt like his beating heart was being ripped out from his chest, leaving a hole through his back in a fatality move.
"Great, now that you're done, can you help me already?" Lori bluntly asked, not caring the way his right eye twitching in agitation.
Wow... Just wow...
He, he don't know what to say...
All of that hardwork, it was all for nothing. NOTHING!!!
"Why Lori... Just why?" He asked in desperation, almost kneeling over and screaming at the ceiling for his cruel fate. What sin he had committed that both the heaven and hell was subjecting him to their blind judgement.
"I need someone to help me with my chore duh..." She simply replied.
"But why me?" He asked further, clenching his fists by his sides.
"Why can't I?" She crossed her arms under her chest, narrowing her eyes back at him.
"And do you really need to disturb me when I'm playing a game!?" He raised his voice. "Can't you just wait for a bit?"
"How am I disturbing you twerp, I'm just asking you to help me with my chore." Lori rolled her eyes at his accusation.
"Then you can just ask like normal people do, you don't need to..." He paused, scrambling his mind for words to choose. "... You don't need to do whatever the heck that was, it was weird."
"Ugh, you don't mind having a bath with Lisa, but suddenly this is a problem to you" She slightly leaned forwards, her breast drooped as he could clearly see her cleaveage, and maybe even more than that with how loose the tank top was. "Why? Do you really like your sister's boobs that much?"
"Dang it Lori, can you please stop already. And your logic doesn't make sense at all." He facepalmed. Since when did talking to her was harder than Leni. This is Lori he was speaking with, she should have understand this better than anyone else.
And what if she kept Lisa company when she was having a bath, she don't know about the radiation from Lisa's chemical that he needed to clean away from the genius girl. It wasn't like he was doing it on purpose, it was a request from Lisa, and what kind of brother would he be if he let his younger sister getting radiation poisoning. He might lose a lot of hair while growing up, and he definitely don't want to look like dad when he get into college. Just thinking about it was horrifying enough as it is.
"Ugh fine, if you really don't have a problem with it then look at me." She said, reaching for the front hem of her tank top before slowly lifting it up higher, exposing her lean stomach, belly button, and her under boobs. "Just think of this as my apology for disturbing you."
"Gah, you're just impossible!" Lincoln groaned, quickly turning his head and walking away from her, ignoring his game still being plugged into the tv.
"Where are you going twerp?" She let go of her shirt and turned around, watching him with narrowed eyes as he stepped down the stairs into the basement.
"Where else, doing the laundry of course." He replied in annoyance, not noticing Lori pouting at his direction
He had enough with all of this nonsense, seriously what is wrong with her?
Lincoln leaned his back against the cold concrete wall of the basement while waiting for the clothes in the washing machine and dryer to finish. There are at least a few more minutes before the cycle would complete and then he can start by folding the clothes into their respective baskets for each of his sisters.
He can't believe that he was doing Lori's chore for her again. Now that he think he about it, this wasn't the only time he was forced into this type of situation. And it was just getting more worse lately with her inconvenient approaches.
Just yesterday, she got into his room only in her blue bra and panties while he was doing his homework. She kept pushing her breast close to his face while asking him to choose a dress for her date with Bobby.
What did he have anything to do with what she was wearing for her date? It just doesn't make sense. Can't she just ask Bobby herself if it was so important to her. She don't need to showcase her body like that, especially not to him, her own brother.
Sure, even he need to admit that she was a beautiful girl as her brother. With the way her ample chest completely filling her bra and her panties barely covering her most private part, her silky smooth legs rising to her wide hips, thin stomach, her well endowed chest, enticing collarbone, her red lips, light blue eyes, and her golden hair locks. Everything about her hour glass figure was a dream to those man salivating at what hidden underneath. Even her authoritive and stubborn nature was somewhat arousing to those freaks, but he wasn't one of them. Especially not to his own sister.
Lori just kept getting him to do her chores for her, and he always fell to her trap, like it wasn't even a trick anymore with how obvious it was. He need to be blind and dense as mount Everest to not notice what she was doing. He just thought that she would be mature enough to know her limit, when enough is enough. But it was only getting more worse lately.
And no one... He meant no one... Should ever disturb him while he was playing his game...
From now on everything will change, he will no longer be the loyal subject of her bidding. If she really wanted to play this stupid game of hers, then he will play along. But he have no intention of losing, not again...
After he finished doing the laundry, Lincoln folded all of the clothes and sent them to each of his sister's shared rooms. He then went back to his room after he realized someone had already unplugged his console from the tv. Most likely Lola and Lana since they were watching some weird cartoon in the living room. Plus he also had already lost interest in trying to finish that cursed stage at the moment. He will only waste his time by dying again and again since he can't focus. And he would rather be doing something else than that.
So he do what he does best...
He draw,
Lincoln got onto his bed and leaned his back against the upper bed frame with his pillow cushioning his weight. He reached for the side of his bed and pulled out a notebook with a mechanical pencil hidden between the pages.
Opening to his most recent work, Lincoln scanned the outline of his draft, checking for where he should start. He picked up his mechanical pencil, the tip almost touching the paper when his door bursted open. He accidentally scratched the lead against the paper, leaving a straight and bold line cutting his drawing in two.
Sighing, Lincoln looked at the door only to raise a brow when he saw Lori standing there. He quickly glared at her in annoyance.
"What more do you want Lori, I already did the laundry." He groaned, taking his eraser and carefully fixing his draft, not wanting to smudge the paper.
"Leni and I are going to the mall..." She smirked, closing the door behind her. "I hope you wouldn't mind going there with us." She added, slowly stepping closer towards him before sitting on the edge of his bed.
"And be your servant, yeah, no thanks." Lincoln looked back at his drawing, already considering if he should start from scratch with how it looked much worse than when he first started.
"Why, do you really don't want to help your dear sister that bad?" Lori leaned closer, her index finger pulling the collar of her tank top lower showing the deep valley of her cleaveage.
Already knowing her trick, Lincoln sighed and placed his notebook down. He looked at Lori still teasing him with her indecent gesture. Instead of walking away or arguing with her, he placed his right palm against her cheek, startling her with his gentle touch.
This is all nothing more than a game to her...
He caressed her cheek, slowly lowering his hand until he was touching her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Her wide eyes staring at him as Lincoln tilted his head and leaned closer to her face, softly pressing his lips against hers, shocking the teen girl as her body shivered at the sensation flowing throughout her body. He licked the bottom of her lips, gently biting it before pulling back, wiping the saliva from his mouth smeared by her red lipstick.
"Are you satisfied now?" He bluntly asked. "Or do you want more..."
She looked at him, at his lips, the same one meeting hers just a second ago. Her right hand unconsciously touching her own lips, feeling his taste still lingering against them. Then she ran out from his room without even saying anything, leaving his door slightly ajar along the way.
Huh... That was easier than he thought...
He almost can't believe how easy it was. If he knew he just need to kiss her so she would stop bothering him, then he would have done that a long time ago already. He actually WON for once. No longer will he be a slave to her demands, he can do whatever he wanted...
And right now, he just wanted start his drawing all over.
Lincoln picked up his mechanical pencil and turned to a new empty page, tapping the lead against the paper. He licked his lips in thought while sketching for a new draft.
Was it cherry?
His mind unconsciously went back to the soft way her lips was pressing back against his, how her cheeks reddened as her face flushed with hot embarrassment. How her index finger gently touching her wet red lips... As if luring him to have a taste of her again..
Lincoln quickly shook his head, destroying the thought from festering even further. The heck...
His eyes instantly widened when he saw what he was drawing earlier while he was deep in thought. It was a vague silhouette of an attractive girl, one that is also very familiar to him. Weirdly enough, her expression looked far too similar with what he had created in his mind. And he hasn't even started on the clothes yet!
Yeah, no, he should probably get some sleep.
Lincoln closed his notebook and let it drop by his side, lying down on his bed while staring at the ceiling. He then closed his eyes in hope to sleep and let his mind wandered in his thought, only to open them back at the images of his eldest sister crawling up over his body while slowly and teasingly pulled her tank top higher.
Is... Is this normal?
He just kissed his sister, why would he suddenly started getting this weird images of her in his mind.
Wait...
Hang on a second...
There is something really wrong with what he just said earlier... He just can't quite put his finger on it.
He kissed his sister...
He kissed his sister...
DANG IT, HE KISSED HIS SISTER!!!
What the heck was he thinking, none of this is normal. Why did he even think this would be a good plan, can something stupid like this even be considered as a plan to begin with. God, how can he be so stupid!?
Sure Lori was the one who started this by teasing him with her body, but what gives him the right to kiss her on her lips. He can't beloved how much he just messed up everything. What would she be thinking about him now, would she think he is some kind of weirdo who get aroused from his own sister.
He... He need to apologize.
Lincoln got up from his bed and hurriedly stepped out from his room. His eyes searching for the eldest sister in the house. When he saw her walking out from her room, he quickly walked over to her.
"Lori, I need to talk to-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence as Lori instantly went back into her room when she noticed him. Undeterred, he went to the door and brushed his knuckles against it. "Come on Lori, I really need to talk to you." He pleaded only to receive silence in return.
As the day goes on, he would try his best to catch up to her only for Lori to avoid him as if he was some kind of disease. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out why she was acting like this. It was all because of him. Of a kid who was so frustrated by his own sister that he would kiss her just to make it stop. Just what kind of brother would kiss their own sister, that was just so messed up in a lot of ways. He can't even talk with anyone about this, lest they will think he have some perverted feeling for his sister. That he was lusting over her body like some kind of shut in writing about their favorite fictional character in a sexual way. Only a pervert would do something like that!
It was only during dinner that they finally got to be in the same room together, though not without the rest of their family also sitting at the grown up table which was renamed to the family discussion table with all the children present.
"So, how's everyone day going?" Lynn Sr, probably the head of the family asked with a smile.
As the rest of his sisters went back and forth during their conversation at the table, Lincoln raised a brow when he felt something touching his leg. It might be El Diablo but he doubted the snake was the culprit behind this. At least not with the way Lori was stealing short glances at his direction from the corner of her eyes. Even when she was talking with Leni, her eyes would occasionally went to him as if expecting something to happen.
Once again, he felt her smooth leg brushing against his, her toes slowly rising up his jean before finally resting between his crotch. He raised an eyebrow in confusion at the smirk on her face, unsure how he should even interpret it. What does this mean? Just earlier she was avoiding him like he was a plague, and now she was getting back to her usual self. What was he even supposed to do in this type of situation. Can he even do anything to begin with. Seriously why did she need to be so frustrating to deal with.
Or was this simply her way to get back at him for catching her off guard by kissing her earlier. How long exactly had he known her to understand her personality, her twisted and cruel way of entertainment. He wouldn't be surprised if this was her way to mess with him, to play with his emotions like the mastermind she was.
Well played Lori... Well played...
He should've seen this coming from her.
With a blank face, Lincoln lifted his right leg and thrusted it forwards, accidentally hitting her crotch since he really underestimated the distance between them.
"Eek!" Lori squeaked, her cheeks instantly grew bright red as a weird smile plastered on her flushed face.
When Lincoln pulled his leg back, he could feel some wet spot on his toes before wiping it on the floor. She might have spilled some of her water on her seat. At least he would like to think so.
"What's wrong Lori, is there something you want to talk about?" Rita worriedly asked.
"I-its nothing mom, I just want to share how good of a brother Lincoln has been since he had helped me a lot lately." Lori said, her smile turned into a tiny sharp grin.
"That's good to hear Sweetie." Rita said in relief.
Lincoln raised a brow at what she just said but make no attempt to push further. His toes still felt sticky for some reason.
After dinner, Lincoln got back into his room, preparing himself to sleep for the night. With his homework already done, there aren't really that much thing he need to do anymore. And stuff he wanted to do was already out of the question. As if mom would just let him spend his night wasted away playing a video game instead of testing like he was supposed to. And he wasn't irresponsible or careless enough to sacrifice his health over a video game, only an idiot would do something stupid like that.
At the beeping sound of his phone, Lincoln picked it up and unlocked the screen only to raise a brow, he sure was doing that a lot today, to see he received a message from Lori.
'Meet me in the basement tonight.'
Huh, she must have something really important to discuss with him to send him a personal message like this. Plus she also wanted to see him alone in the basement, in the middle of the night, when all of their families are asleep.
Well, there is only one thing he should do as a good brother...
Lincoln put his phone on airplane mode, dropped his face on his pillow and pulled his blanket over his body before closing his eyes with a yawn.
Yeah, no thanks, he already know what's that all about.
Seriously, how dumb did she think he is? Even he have some standard in the world of trickery, Luan would have been ashamed of him if he ever tried anything like this. This is like the lowest form of trickery, he couldn't help but pity the girl for dropping to this state.
Turning off the lamp on his nightstand, Lincoln shifted his body a little until he felt more comfortable on the bed. It was a long day, and he needed as much rest as he needed if he really wanted to finish that stage tomorrow.
One little rabbit, two little rabbit, three little rabbit...
It didn't take long before he eventually fell asleep. In his dream, he was hiding behind a rubble of abandoned building while frustratedly reloading his handgun, his rifle long forgotten since it was already out of ammo.
Dang it...
He can see the entrance to the safe zone from where he was hiding, only it was on the other side of a zombie crowd. And it wasn't any usual zombie either, it was the mutated, all ten of them to be precise. Some of them were blonde, other were brunette, and one was black haired. All of them were blocking his path, disgustingly roaming around with their mouths hanging open. If he listened closely their murmur sounded a bit like they were calling for his name, but that would just be ridiculous.
Come on Lincoln you can do this, just wait for the right time, search for an opening, and rush forwards while shooting and saving his ammo.
He can do this...
Just as he was about to stand up, a large shadow loomed over his figure, startling him with the sudden shift of atmosphere. Lincoln didn't even get to react as his body was tackled to the ground, a zombie with blonde hair trapping him down while hovering over his body.
"Let me go you ugly bastard!" Lincoln shouted, struggling to hold the undead back from attacking him when his palms were absorbed by two soft mounds of flesh just right under his pursuer collarbone.
This felt wrong... He don't know what to think anymore... Incest or necrophilia, which one is worse?
The blonde zombie roared as Lincoln, coming back to life unconsciously fondled her ample breast, barely pushing her back with her weight dropping on him.
He squeezed and he pinched, and yet the zombie only seemed to be getting closer to his neck, her soft breast pressuring against his own, choking the air out of his lungs with her strong force.
So this is it huh? This is how he will die, getting his bone crushed by a big breasted zombie before being eaten alive...
For some that would probably the most honorable death, some would even begged to die in this position. But not him...
He wasn't a pervert!
He wasn't sick enough to accept his fate, getting aroused from his sister, and not in this weird state either.
He can deal with incest, but this, he draw the line at necrophilia, whoever that thought having sexual interest in a dead body is a kink, they are probably people like Lucy. Which he don't want anything to do with.
Plus he don't want Lucy to revive him from the dead just to get him to marry her. Which knowing her, she would definitely do if she have the chance to. Heck she might even kill him first before reviving his body to be her eternal servant. That would be so messed up.
Getting back to his current situation, Lincoln was struggling to put the distance between him and the blonde zombie anymore. Just how many human has this particular zombie eaten to get this heavy. She should really consider getting into a healthy diet, put some vegetables into her meal once in a while.
His eyes widened when he felt two stiff peaks protruding into his palms. He don't even want to think what they were as he twisted them between his fingers, getting a growl from the zombie arching her back at his assault.
This is his chance!
Lincoln wasted no time to use the opportunity and reversed the role, now he was the one on top with his hands around the zombie's neck, pushing his thumbs into her soft throat. He know it was pointless since zombie don't need breath but he did it anyway for the sake of it. Plus it looked awesome!
He tightened his grips and the blonde zombie growled, though there was also something else in them. His outfit and protective gear was soaked with what he can only assumed as blood from their position.
He need to end this quick, it will only get worse if the other zombies noticed him with how much sounds the blonde zombie was making.
But the only way he can end this is by destroying the head, and he don't have any melee weapon in his inventory. His hand gun was thrown somewhere on the ground during his fall.
With nothing else to do, Lincoln put more strength into his grasp, making sure to pin the blonde zombie completely, lest it would returned into assault mode again.
Dang it! Just how long he need to do this.
In a final moment if frustration Lincoln gritted his teeth and put all of his strength into his hands.
"Aaah~ Harder Linkyyy~" At the familiar voice coming out from the blonde zombie, he instantly halted. The heck?
Lincoln groggily opened his eyes, the zombie being pinned down under him getting a bit blurry before being replaced by Lori with her face sweaty and bright red, desperately panting for air with her pink tongue sticking out from her parted mouth. With each of her heavy exhales, her warm breath washed over his face. It took him awhile before he realized his hands still strangling her neck.
"C-choke me... Harderrrr Linky~" She purred, a trail of glistening saliva escaping from the corner of her lips as an unnerving smile of pure ecstasy and pleasure plastered on her flushed face, growing paler at the lack of air.
K-keh...
His right eye twitched as Lincoln slowly pulled his hands away from her much to her confusion. At his unexpected action, Lori raised a brow before lifting her upper body slightly up to look at her brother in frustration.
"Ugh, why did you stop Linky, you're doing so good~" she smirked while licking the saliva from her lips.
Keh...
"I literally didn't expect you to have this dangerous beast inside you." She added, tracing her index finger along his lean chest.
Keh...
"You just know what would excite me the most don't you~" She giggled.
Keh...
Lincoln looked at his hands then at his sweaty sister as her tank top sticking close to her frame, further accentuating the contours of her curvy body, her nipples stood erect beneath the soft mound poking through the thin fabric of her loose top. And his wide eyes just can't look away from her luring body and intoxicating smell of her sweat. Is he really a pervert.
To be a pervert, or not to be a pervert, that is the question.
How... Just how did this happen?
"H-how did this happen?" He unconsciously said.
"Quit it with your teasing Linky, you're getting me turned on again." She smirked. "And you know what would happen when I get turned on."
Why the heck is she talking about this kind of stuff with him. How does this have anything to do with him to begin with. Last thing he remembered before going to sleep was a message that he received from Lori to meet her in the basement.
"The basement..." He muttered as Lori chuckled at his surprised reaction, thinking that he was faking everything to tease her.
"You really want me to spell it for you, don't you Linky." She held his right hand and placed it in the middle of her chest, between the mountains of tender and bare flesh hugging his shaking limb. Beneath everything he could feel her rising heartbeat against his palm.
"Yes, I told you to go to the basement so I can confess to you about everything, about my feeling, about all this ugly bastard wanted you to do to her." Lori almost purred as she spoke.
"But you didn't come, I waited, and waited, and waited even longer. Yet you're still not there."
"I was nervous, frustrated, and mostly... Really aroused." She licked her lips. "I was fantasizing of what you would do to me, how you would reject or accept me, of how many nights you will use me to your desire. Even thinking about it now was making me hot."
"So like usual, I pleased myself while thinking about you, just like after you kissed me earlier." She said with a wide smile. "It was frustrating, I can't even look at you without thinking of all the way you will mess my entire body up like a toy, I kept pleasing myself again and again whenever you got too close to me."
"And then, at the dining room, I can't hold myself anymore, my body was literally begging for you, so I teased you a bit. I was afraid that the others would noticed but you just made the situation worse..." Lori sat up on his bed and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, leaning her face closer to his right ear. "You made me cum under the table with a single touch of your foot, you made me cum while the others were around. It was painful, it was arousing, it was amazing. I've never felt anything like that, the bliss was like none other..."
"And it was all because of you Linky, you make me feel like this, you make your sister feel like the dirty girl she is." She gently bit his earlobe afterwards.
Oh...
So that's how all of this happened.
He can't say he expected any of this, to be honest how can anyone even expect that their own sister was lusting over them. And how did they react to that situation afterward.
If he understand her side of the story right, she was getting turned on from him ignoring her sexual approach. Is that... It that even a kink?
"Get out." He bluntly said.
"Oh please Linky, we're just getting to the good part, don't you want to keep going~" Lori almost moaned at the thought, salivating at the mouth.
"Get out Lori." He seriously said.
"You do know that this is only making me want you more right? Don't say you don't enjoy it either Linky~" Lori leaned her valuable assets forwards, tenderly pressing them against him, which did little to nothing with the blank look on his face.
"I really like that serious face of yours, if only you would look at me like that more often." Lori purred. "Of course I would prefer it better while you're roughly plowing me down and pulling my hair."
"Alright, that's enough, now get out." He got up from his bed and shoved her out from his room. He should really get a lock for his door after this.
"Lincoln." He slightly jumped when Lucy suddenly appeared beside him.
"Lucy, for the love of god, I swear I'm going to punch you one of this day for keep doing that." He warned.
"Sigh, it wasn't my fault that you didn't notice me, what? You want me call you senpai or something." She monotonely said.
"Ugh, fine what do you want Lucy, it's..." He looked at his digital alarm clock. "4:30 a.m? Why are you even still awake?" He asked.
She raised her index finger to point something out only to be interrupted by him. "And don't ask me about what happened earlier." He added with a facepalm as she lowered her hand to her side.
"So what do you want?" He groaned.
"Let's say I find a way to make you immortal, would you die for me?" She asked, her usually empty voice filled with anticipation.
"Lucy..." He let out a tired sigh. "I'm too exhausted to deal with this, just go." He pointed at the door.
"Death is nothing in the face of Immortality dear brother." Lucy muttered.
"I would choose death just to get over this conversation, now get out." He pushed her out and closed the door.
Lincoln laid down on his bed and closed his eyes in frustration, only to open them back with a brow raised when he felt something unusual.
Why is his bed so wet?