Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Where Love Leads
By Lola Presents
Chapter 4
Lori blinked her sleep away and tried to focus. Nearing full consciousness, she looked at the clock, which read two-thirty in the morning.
"At this time of night?" whispered Lori, surprised at her daughter's statement. "I think he's with Lola and Lana tonight, honey. Besides, I'm sure they're asleep by now, as late as it is."
Ree whimpered and rolled over, facing the wall. Lori strained against the veil of darkness and managed to make out her form. It seemed the girl was playing with herself under the sheets. Had she always done this?
Lori's heart swelled at the thought of her daughter feeling alone and unattended, and though it would've seemed unimaginable a week before, something had changed within her since arriving at her brother's home.
"Ree?" Lori whispered. "Come here, baby."
Ree crept from her under the sheet, completely naked. The moisture on her hand and thighs sparkled in the moonlight coming through the curtains. Slowly, she padded across the room, where her mother lay, the covers pulled back, awaiting her.
Lori smiled at Ree and said, "It's okay, honey. Mommy's here."
Ree entered the bed and snuggled up to her mother, her back pressed against her. Lori wrapped her arm around her baby and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the back of her head. The two lay there for some time before the heat from Ree's body began to make Lori sweat. Soon, she pulled off her top and tossed it away. There they lay together for several moments.
"Mom?" whispered Ree.
"Yes, honey?" Lori whispered back.
"Help. Me," Lorianne pleaded through a whimper. "Please?"
Lori took a deep breath, and though it wasn't something she planned on doing, it seemed necessary, so she conceded for her daughter's sake.
As Lori moved her right hand toward Ree's crevasse, the girl rolled onto her back and spread her legs, draping one over her mother to give her room. Ree's hands came to her small breasts and began teasing them as her mother's hand slipped down and over her clitoris.
The sensation sent waves of electricity across the girl's body, and she began to move ever so slightly as Lori massaged the little nub. Lori was surprised at how wet Ree was. It was practically drenching the sheets and sent Lori's pulse racing. Lori was inevitably falling in love with her daughter.
That her daughter could get so hot at her mother's touch was nearly too much, and Lori let go of the last remnant of sanity she had. As Ree moved her right hand down and placed it on her mother's, Lori followed her lead, slid further down, and entered her with one finger. Lorianne moaned and bucked against Lori's intrusion.
"More," Ree whispered breathlessly.
Grinning with lust now, Lori slipped another finger into her baby, shoving them inside her with great force, withdrawing them, then repeating. Lorianne's eyes rolled back in her head, and she began panting. As Ree's entrance relaxed, Lori slipped another digit into the girl, followed shortly afterward by a fourth.
Ree's hand remained on top of Lori's, pushing her mother to greater intensity. Lori repositioned herself slightly, then leaned in and took Ree's lone breast into her mouth, sucking on it furiously and passionately, teasing it with her tongue and pulling the nipple gently with her teeth.
Ree's slit gushed with fluids, making Lori's onslaught even more effortless, leaving Lori stunned at how much her baby could take. Lost in her newfound lust for the little girl by her side, Lori cupped her thumb into her finger, then pushed harder than before. Lorianne gasped and bit her lower lip as Lori's knuckles passed her vaginal opening, and she felt herself expand, testing its limits.
"Oh. God. Mom!" Ree declared in a heated and barely contained whisper. "I. Love. You!"
"I love you too, baby," Lori whispered back, releasing her oral grip on Ree's tit long enough to speak, then returned to the tiny mound of flesh with desperation in her eyes.
Lori's hand moved flawlessly in and out of Ree for several moments, building in speed and roughness, until finally, Ree's pelvic muscles contracted around it and held it in place. Her body shuddered, and fluid leaked around her mother's wrist. Then the girl took a deep breath and relaxed. Finally, Lori pulled herself from her daughter's canal, a sudden rush of liquid spilling onto the sheet below.
"Thanks. Mom," Ree whispered. "I. Think. I. Can. Sleep. Now."
"Whew," Lori whispered back. "Me too."
"Mom?" Ree said shortly after.
"Yes?" Lori sleepily replied.
Lorianne turned toward her mother, cupped her face, and pulled her into a deep, sensual kiss.
"I. Love. You," Ree cooed.
"I love you too," smiled Lori back at her, wrapping her arm around her once more, and soon, the two fell into a deep slumber.
In the darkness, a small but familiar figure moved out of sight from within the ducts to avoid detection, then rested, her body heaving with excitement at the spectacle she had just witnessed. She would indeed thank Lucy for the tip the next time she saw her. For now, it paid off.
Silently, Nova crept back to her room and dropped to the floor. Nothing in the videos she'd seen online prepared her for the raw passion she witnessed. That was it; Nova had made up her mind. She would confess to Calliope tomorrow, come hell or high water.
The little girl then began daydreaming of repeating the actions she saw earlier with Calliope, but before she could play out any reciprocation, she also fell into a comfortable sleep.
The following day, Nova's carousel clock sounded, emitting a cheery melody as the horses began circling the stage. She sat up, blinked a few times, cleared her head, and then turned off the alarm.
Getting up, she stripped out of her yellow one-piece footie pajamas and tossed them aside. She then rummaged through her drawers for fresh panties and her closet for a decent outfit, settling for a purple jumper and a white turtle neck.
"Good morning!" she announced, entering the kitchen.
Morning, honey," Lola replied as she scooped some scrambled eggs onto a plate, along with some toast. "Here you go, baby. Eat up. The bus will be here soon."
Nova began eagerly eating as her mother walked off down the hall. Lola entered the child's room and saw the nightclothes randomly discarded.
"That girl," she sighed. "Just as messy as Lana."
Lola picked up the pajamas, intending to toss them into the hamper, but stopped short. Something sticky had caught her attention. Holding the garment close, she sniffed it. If she didn't know better, the scent smelled like sex.
Eyeing the pajamas further, she realized they were inside out and that the source of the smell came from the crotch area. Furrowing her brows, she began to wonder if her baby had started to masturbate. All girls did at some point, and it didn't worry her. However, she would have to give her a talk about discretion later.
Indeed, there were significant influences in the house, and Nova made it clear she knew what sex was the other day upon calling out Lincoln and his sisters. What she didn't understand was how. Lola stashed the pajamas in the hamper and returned to the kitchen, intending to deal with it later.
Nova finished breakfast as her mother returned and fetched a cup of coffee for herself. After swallowing her last bite and downing the last of her orange juice, Nova placed her things into the sink and grabbed her backpack.
"I'm leaving now, mom," she announced, kissing her mother on the cheek. "I'll see you after school."
"Alright, baby," Lola said wistfully. "Be safe!"
Nova hadn't been out of the door a minute, giving Lola little time to think, when Lori and Ree strolled in and sat down.
"Morning, you two," Lola chirped, noticing their disheveled state. "Neither of you looks like you slept last night."
"Uh, yeah," Lori conceded. "Rough night."
"I'm sorry," Lola apologized. "Were we too loud?"
"Huh," queried Lori, hoping her sister wouldn't press the issue. "Oh, no. We just couldn't sleep. Too much excitement, I guess."
"Well, I need to wake Lana," Lola announced, getting up. "We are meeting with Lynn today to get her in shape for the pageant."
About an hour and a half later, Lola pulled her van into the parking lot at Muscles and More, Lynn's gym. Lynn had purchased an old warehouse and had it converted. The process took about a year, but it was worth every penny she invested.
The building was painted white with red lettering and had a high semi-vaulted roof. A large roll-up garage door served as the entrance. Along the right wall were the offices and storage bays. Various stalls lined the remaining walls with a myriad of exercise equipment. In the center stood a practice boxing ring. A wide path worked its way around the sparring ring, mostly painted white except for the outermost part, which was red.
Lola and Lana entered and looked around, seeing Lynn pushing some poor soul to their limits on a treadmill. The pair sighed and seriously reconsidered doing this. Unfortunately, Lynn noticed them before they could leave.
"Yo! Fam!" shouted Lynn, excusing herself to make her way over to them. "You pumped?"
"Uh, yeah?" Lana asked timidly.
"Alright then, get in that locker room and change," Lynn ordered. "Meet back here in no more than five!"
Lana headed for the lockers while Lola sat on a nearby bench.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Lynn spat. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"
"Um, sitting?" Lola said. "Obviously."
"No way, Jose," announced Lynn. "You haven't done a pageant in years. Get your fat butt in the lockers, now!"
"But I didn't bring any sweat clothes," Lola pleaded.
Lynn sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Fine, there's a cabinet in my office where you can find my spares," she offered. "Now, hurry up."
Both twins were soon dressed and standing beside Lynn, who began putting them through some stretches and warmups. First came things like jumping jacks, situps, and pushups. Then came the more challenging things, using weights. Lynn worked every muscle possible, including some they didn't know they had.
Lana, being more outdoorsy than Lola, was faring better, but not by much. Lola had nearly forgotten how much work it was to stay in shape and cursed her fat butt for not keeping up with things over the years.
Afterward, the twins stood, panting and sweating, before Lynn.
"Alright, ladies," she exclaimed. "Twenty laps around the red path!"
Lola began to protest at the pace but couldn't get a word in edgewise as Lynn blew her whistle in their faces. Reluctantly, the two took off. Once again, Lana led the way, but Lola's determination reasserted itself, and she soon pulled ahead. It was an exercise, not a race, but that's not how the girls saw it.
They counted each lap, using Lynn as a marker. At least, at first. Eventually, they lost count and merely ran their hearts out. Finally, though, Lynn blew her whistle again, signaling the end of the run, and they came to a panting stop.
"Good job, ladies," Lynn said. "Hit the showers. I'll see you tomorrow, same time."
Groaning and aching, they headed off to the showers as Lynn sat back and admired her handiwork. As her sisters entered the locker room, she remembered something and headed in after them.
That was a bad idea.
Strolling into the room, a moment or two later, Lynn found herself gawking as Lola and Lana kissed in a half-naked frenzy. Turning beat red, Lynn turned and left as quietly as she came. Hopefully, neither had noticed her.
What was Lola thinking? Was Lincoln aware? Lynn furrowed her brows and grimaced. She made a mental note to visit their home soon and find some answers, whether they wanted to give them or not.
Nova and Calliope sat together at lunch. This time, they ate at an empty table. Nova picked it mainly for its seclusion. Lunch was almost over, and she still hadn't said anything. It was now or never.
"Hey, Nova," asked Calliope before Nova could say anything. "Are you going to finish your cornbread?"
"Uh, no," Nova responded, handing over the breed ad. "Listen, Cal. I need to say something, but you might not like it."
Calliope eyed her suspiciously.
"You aren't going to stop being my friend anymore, are you?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, no! Nothing like that," Nova chirped. "Just the opposite."
"Okay then, what is it?" Calliope inquired, taking a bite of the cornbread.
Nova leaned in and cupped her hands to her friend's ear.
"I'm in love with you and want to do sex stuff with you," she forced out, despite all the alarms going off in her head.
Almost immediately, Calliope's head fell to the table, her forehead resting on the edge. She had shielded both sides of her face with her hands, like horse blinders. Nova sighed and patted her on the back.
"A simple no would've sufficed," Nova muttered.
"Uh, it's not that," Calliope admitted, still not showing her face. "I, uh, like you too."
"You do?" Nova said excitedly. "Then what is it?"
Slowly, Calliope lowered the hand nearest Nova and turned to face her, still shielding herself from public view. The poor girl was blushing so madly that it made her freckles look white. For all intents, her cheeks resembled large strawberries.
"Awe," cooed Nova. "That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"Yeah, well, I get picked on for it," exclaimed Calliope. "That's how I got the nickname Strawberry."
Nova tossed her hair over her shoulders and laid her head beside Cal's, holding her hand up to meet hers. Now, they could only see each other.
"Is this better," Nova asked sweetly. "I love you."
"I love you too," Cal replied as Nova moved closer to her.
The bell rang just as their lips touched, causing both to flinch. They grabbed their trays, dumped the remains into the bin, and headed back to class. Nova and Calliope were giddy the rest of the day, getting nearly nothing done.
Finally, the final bell rang, and children spewed into the halls, running to either the busses or the car-rider pickup. In their case, the destination was the bus. Climbing aboard, they choose the front seat, close to the driver.
They sat holding hands and grinning like buffoons at each other. Unfortunately, they were so lost in each other that they forgot about a particular person. That is, until he accosted them.
"Looky here!" exclaimed Wallace as he boarded the bus. "We got two little lovebirds sitting in a tree!"
"Oh, shut up," said the driver. "Now, go sit down."
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Wallace as he moved past the girls, pausing long enough to dump a juice box on them. "Now you're sweet AND sticky. Hah, hah!"
That was the last straw for Nova. Leaping over Calliope, she tackled Wallace in the bus aisle, knocking him off balance, and started pounding his face.
The bus driver got up and separated the two, placing Wallace at the back of the bus, and made notes about the confrontation in her notebook. Wallace wasn't going to like what she would report later. Of course, she'd witnessed the entire thing and didn't blame Nova, sparing her this time.
About ten minutes later, they arrived at Calliope's stop, where they said goodbye. Another five minutes later, they came to Nova's stop. She gathered her things and made her way inside. Upon entering, she threw her bag across the room in anger and frustration.
"Another bad day?" asked Lincoln, relaxing in his recliner.
Nova rolled her eyes. "Yes," she said, plopping onto the couch, "and no."
Lola, Lana, and Lori sat on the floor, watching some sappy romance movie. Lorianne was asleep on the loveseat. However, before Nova could explain, a purple panel truck with a dragon mural air-brushed on its sides came rolling into the driveway. The rumbling engine noise woke Lorianne, who got up and peered out.
"Who. Drives. A. Purple. Van?" she asked the room.
Soon, Ree had her answer as Luna stepped from the driver's side and made her way to the house, where she stopped to knock. Nova's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe Luna had come, having gotten idle promises before. Nova rushed to the door, being the closest, and opened it.
"Luna!" Nova squealed, jumping into her idol's arms.
