Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Where Love Leads
By Lola Presents
Chapter 1
Lori drew back and placed her hand on her mouth in shock. Her insides swam with conflicting emotions, each battling for dominance of her heart and mind. She closed her eyes and, for a moment, was whirled back in time to when she was much younger.
Lori was not much older than Lorianne when she fell in love with a cute young boy much younger than she was. She loved him so much that it hurt to even be around him, unable to say or do anything.
As much as she wanted to, Lori couldn't bring herself to tell him, choosing instead to remain silent. If she said something, he might reciprocate and possibly get hurt in the process, which she could never allow.
Sacrificing oneself, or one's feelings, for the good of another was true love in her eyes, and she suddenly understood why Lincoln couldn't tell Lorianne how he felt. He loved her too much to lie to her. But at the same time, he couldn't tell her the truth either.
Lori began to realize that Lincoln had chosen to remain silent for the same reasons she had. His restraint was admirable, and it only served to boost Lor's love for him that much more.
"Oh, Lincolnā¦" Lori said with empathy and sorrow, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
Though Lincoln was now facing a window, gazing out as he wept, he somehow sensed the approach and flinched.
"Don't touch me," Lincoln snapped, causing Lori to withdraw quickly. "I'm a monster!"
"No, Lincoln," Lori said with compassion. "You're not. A monster wouldn't put someone else's feelings above their own as you have. And you're also not alone. I understand."
Lincoln wheeled around and glared at her as tears ran down his cheeks.
"How?" he demanded. "How could you possibly understand?"
Lori knelt before his chair and latched tightly onto his hands.
"Lincoln, I was twelve when I first fell in love with you," Lori explained.
"You were only six, but it didn't matter. I loved you so much that it nearly drove me over the edge. You have no idea how many nights I went to bed, thinking only of you, how many times I jilled myself to sleep. But I knew you wouldn't understand, so I chose to suffer in silence."
Lincoln stared at Lori, unbelieving what he heard. Lori was the house warden for so many years that he couldn't accept anything else. There was no way Lori had been in love with him. She treated him like dirt.
"Eventually," Lori continued following Lincoln's silence, "I couldn't handle it anymore. That's when I began putting distance between us to try and silence my heart. I pushed you away, was mean to you, and I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Lincoln blubbered, having his unasked question answered.
"For the same reason that you aren't telling Lorianne," she admitted. "I didn't want to risk hurting you."
"But, had you said something, at least I'd have known," Lincoln said sadly.
"And then what?" Lori prodded her brother.
"And then..." Lincoln repeated. "You could've left things up to me, regardless of how they ended."
Lori smiled brightly at Lincoln. She hadn't been working toward any plan, yet things fell into place around them as they talked. Lori put the pieces together on her own.
"That's how Lorianne feels right now," Lori informed Lincoln. "Don't you think you owe her the truth?"
Lincoln closed his eyes, forcing the standing liquids between his lids, and considered his feelings, alternating between expressions.
"I don't know, Lori," he finally replied. "It's complicated. Ree's been through so much already and..."
Lincoln had a point. But on the other hand, Lori knew that her brother would never hurt Lorianne and trusted him explicitly with her. Especially now, after learning how much he loved her. She was confident that he would do anything for her, anything to protect her.
"What was it you said the other day, hm?" asked Lori. "One should never be ashamed of their feelings. What matters is what one does with them, and you don't have to do anything other than tell her."
"But what if..." Lincoln began but trailed off, unable to speak the words.
Lori knew what her brother suggested. Lorianne was no longer innocent. Her father had raped her repeatedly for seven years, leaving the possibility that Lorianne may well proposition Lincoln.
However, Lorianne had endured her initial assault years before. Her body had grown a lot in the time since. And according to Lorianne's admission, before falling asleep with her mother the previous night, she eventually came to enjoy the physical act, however horrible the circumstances.
"Listen, I'm not asking you to have sex with her," Lori said in a motherly tone. "Only tell her how you feel. Let's worry about the ifs later. Besides, if that's what she wants, you can always suggest waiting. Otherwise, follow her lead."
"Lori..." he gasped, shocked at what his sister had just said. "Wouldn't that make me as wrong as Bobby?"
"No, it wouldn't," Lori assured him. "Bobby forced himself on her. He took away her dignity and control and threatened her life if she said anything. That's where the real damage is. But you, Lincoln, you can give that back to her."
"But she's only twelve. She can't possibly be ready!" Lincoln said firmly, challenging Lori's rationale.
"And Lola was?" chirped Lori, gazing at her brother with a knowing smile. "Lincoln..." she purred. "In many ways, Ree is more mature than Lola was at that age. You only think of her as innocent because of her speech issue."
"Maybe..." sighed the young man.
"Lincoln, when did you realize you had feelings for me?" Lori asked, resting her head on his lap.
Lincoln sniffled and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Somewhere between ten and twelve, I think," came Lincoln's eventual response.
"Would you have refused if I confessed my love for you then?" Lori asked her brother.
"No, I suppose not," Lincoln stammered, beginning to see his hypocrisy.
"See?" Lori said. "There's little difference between what you felt and what Ree feels. If you could, so can she."
"Lori..." Lincoln said firmly once more. "I need to think. Can you please leave me be for a while?"
"Of course," Lori conceded, trusting Lincoln to make the right decision. "I'll be in the house spending time with Ree."
Lori then stood and walked out of the makeshift workshop, leaving Lincoln to his devices.
Lincoln rolled over to the door and locked it, then made his way to the back of the shed, where they'd placed items in storage, many of which belonged to other family members. The assortment included one of Lynn's old punching bags.
Lincoln pulled it out and set it up. Then, slowly, he began punching it. First, one hand landed, and then the other. As his thoughts became more confused, the more he pounded the bag, the occasional piece of stuffing falling out.
He couldn't help who he was in love with any more than he could control the sun or the moon. Why did love have to choose that one particular girl for him? His sisters, he could understand. He'd spent years around them and was intimately familiar with them. But Lorianne was different.
Lorianne was different, he repeated.
Lincoln suddenly grabbed the bag and sat utterly still, coming to a realization. Lorianne WAS different. Unlike most people her age, she understood what being in love meant and what physical intimacy involved. Despite how she had come to that understanding, she had matured into someone who could make their own decisions.
Lori's statement about giving control back to Ree began to make sense, and Lincoln came to a decision. Thoroughly drying his eyes, he wheeled his way out of the shed and into the house, parking himself beside his recliner. Then, after transferring himself to his favorite chair, he stared lovingly at Lorianne.
Lorianne was sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching Ace Savvy in nothing but her favorite orange tank top and her white cotton panties. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked beautiful to Lincoln.
His gaze turned to Lori, who sat on the loveseat, eyeing him intently. Lincoln nodded at Lori, who returned the gesture, giving Lincoln the encouragement he needed to tell Lorianne what was necessary. After taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, Lincoln addressed his niece.
"Ree?" he finally said, immediately getting the girl's attention, a broad smile forming on her face. "Come here. I need to talk to you a moment," he said, patting his legs.
Lorianne stood, walked over to him, and climbed into his lap, facing him with one leg folded on either side of his. "What?" she asked expectantly.
Lincoln ran his hand across his mouth, preparing himself, then looked into her eyes. Lorianne's big, brown eyes had always melted his heart, and now, they seemed even more prominent as they waited for him to speak.
"Yesterday," he began apologetically, "I told you some things, and while I meant them, I left something important out. For that, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you because I was afraid and ashamed."
"Ashamed. Of. What. Booboo?" Ree asked, peering lovingly up at him.
"Ree," Lincoln said after swallowing hard. "I..."
Lincoln faltered and looked toward Lori for anything that might give him an excuse to change the subject. But Lori didn't comply. Instead, she sat there, with her hands clasped between her knees, staring at them intently. She had a dreamy look, and her lower lip stuck out in one of the cutest pouts he'd ever seen. Feeling lost, Lincoln focused on Ree.
"Ree, I'm in love with you," Lincoln finally said, not breaking eye contact with her.
Lorianne's smile broadened into a grin, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
"I. Knew. It!" Ree declared excitedly, lightly bopping Lincoln on his nose with her pointer finger. "I. Am. In. Love. With. You. Too!"
"But..." Lincoln continued seriously. "I need to ask a favor of you."
"What. Is. It?" Lorianne asked, her grin weakening slightly.
"Would you mind waiting until you're older before we, you know, do anything?" Lincoln stammered, flustered from the confession he'd just given.
"But. Why?" Ree asked sadly, looking down slightly.
"Well, there are a couple of reasons, Ree," Lincoln replied. "First, I don't want to hurt you as your father did. Second, you're young and could change your mind at any time. It would help if you didn't have regrets later. And third, it isn't legal."
Lincoln's heart sank as the girl closed her eyes and began shaking her head furiously.
"No! No! No!" she repeatedly whined before gathering herself. She cupped Lincoln's face with her hands and brought him close, forgetting about her stupid lists. "You is not hurting me. Okay? And me is NOT having a change. Me has a promise and not tell," she said in a flurry of emotion.
"Calm down, Ree," Lincoln said calmly, holding her firmly. "It'll be alright. Use your visualizations, okay?"
Lorianne backed away from him again and smiled weakly at him. "I'm. Sorry."
"So, are we good?" Lincoln asked, smiling broadly at her.
"Yes. But. You. Owe. Me. Something," said Lorianne in a sultry voice.
"Uh, what?" Lincoln inquired, rubbing the back of his head.
"This," whispered Lorianne, finishing the kiss she had begun the night prior with more passion than before.
This time, Lincoln did not force her away. Instead, he returned her affections as their tongues danced, savoring each other's tastes. Lincoln couldn't resist her feminine pull and soon found his hands on her back, gently feeling the contour of her form.
"Besides," Ree added with a heavy breath as she pulled away. "I'm. Ready. Now," she continued as she brazenly lifted the hem of her orange tank top.
Lincoln's eyes gazed down upon her legs, the color of creamed coffee. He followed them up to where they disappeared beneath her thoroughly soaked panties. Feeling himself rise, he snapped his gaze quickly back to her eyes.
Ree was staring at him from under her unruly bangs, her soft, brown eyes glistening as she licked her lips once. Slowly, she grabbed the sides of her top and lifted it over her head, tossing it away, then smiled deviously at Lincoln.
Lincoln couldn't believe how forward the girl was. It was like someone flipped a switch, throwing her into overdrive. The young man was frozen, unable to stop her advance. Reluctantly, he watched as she rose to her knees and leaned into him, placing her small, budding breast against his mouth.
"Touch. Me," she whimpered through labored breaths. "Pleaseā¦"
Lincoln closed his eyes and vanished into his private dreamscape, where he'd lived this fantasy many times before. There, he wrestled with his conflicting emotions and sense of caution. Pushing his way back into reality, he glanced at Lori for clarity.
Lori, however, was lost in a world of her own. Her Khaki shorts and panties were down around her ankles, her legs spread, and her fingers were furiously working her nub. Lori stared longingly at Lincoln as her daughter threw herself at him, pleased that Ree had a sense of control again.
Satisfied, Lincoln looked back at Ree, took her breast into his mouth, and began sucking on it tenderly. Ree softly moaned as she cradled Lincoln's head. His hands moved down her back, slipping into her panties, and settled on her youthful globes.
Slowly but firmly, he began to massage her cheeks, working his way toward her flower. After enticing her clit, he dipped a knuckle into her moist center, sending the girl into fits of quick, shallow breaths.
Lorianne shuddered just as her mother gasped, gaining their attention. Both turned their heads toward Lori, who was trembling heavily. Her fingers continued their assault as her juices spilled forth, leaving a huge wet spot on the cushion beneath her.
"This is, literally, the hottest thing ever," Lori sighed weakly.
Turning back to Lincoln, Ree smiled and slipped off his lap onto the floor. Then hooking her fingers around the waistband of Lincoln's lounging pants and underwear, she pulled with all her might. Lincoln responded, lifting himself enough for her to get them down to his knees, and then settled back into his seat.
Lorianne gazed wide-eyed at his erect member as it stood before her. With lust in her eyes, she knelt and wrapped her hands around the shaft, massaging it gently until it reached its peak. Then, she leaned in, took it into her mouth as far as she could, and bobbed up and down, dousing it with her saliva.
Soon, Lincoln felt his balls stir. "Oh, God, Ree!" he squirmed, trying to warn her. "I'm gonna cum!"
Lorianne only increased her speed until Lincoln flowed into her. Eagerly, she accepted his offering, and after it quelled, she stood slowly, swallowing everything. She then shimmied out of her panties and resumed her position on his lap.
"My. Turn," Ree whispered into his ear as she reached beneath her and lined Lincoln's cock up with her special place.
Lincoln gripped the arms of his wheelchair with bated breath, unable to make sense of the insanity of the situation. Suddenly, he felt her small mound upon him, the head of his cock slipping between her folds, spreading her wide.
That sensation alone nearly drove the man over the edge. Pulling her to him, he took his lust out of her neglected breast. Running his tongue around her areola, he spiraled in and teased the nipple with his teeth.
"Uhhhhh-uh-uh," Lorianne groaned, shuddering as his tease ended.
Then, all at once, she fell upon his rod with a sickly squishing noise that only added to the passion. Lorianne settled for a moment, then rose again and repeated the process until Lincoln became slick with her fluids.
Once satisfied, Ree began rising and falling upon him, gyrating along the way. Her juice flowed as Lincoln held her tenderly, kissing her thin but tasty lips. Soon, as she reached a feverish pitch, Lincoln spilled a second load into her, this time into Ree's most sacred of places.
As things came to completion, Lorianne laid weekly upon him, panting hard. Lincoln lolled his head back and leaned into his chair. Lori moaned one final time and went limp on the couch.
All remained motionless for several minutes as they recovered. Finally, Lincoln spoke. "Wow," he whispered. "I think I need a nap after that."
"Me too," Lori announced as she gathered her clothes.
Lorianne yawned as she slipped off Lincoln and followed them to the master bedroom.
