I don't own the Loud House.
Hello and welcome to any all that came to read this story. First and for most, I want to let everyone know that this story will have dark themes in it. So if you're sensitive to certain subjects, this is your only warning. Stop reading now and save yourself the trouble of leaving me a flame review because honestly, it's just going to make me laugh. Or go a head and leave it, I'm always looking for new material to laugh at.
Now that that's out of the way, this story takes place about 20 years into the Loud House future where Lincoln and his sisters are all adults and they have kids, most of them being from the Sin Kids universe with a lot of the other Lincoln kids added as well. The only difference is how all of this came to be. That's going to be the focus of this story. We will see how it all happened through the eyes of Lincoln as he tells his daughter the story of her birth.
I'm not gonna lie, it wasn't easy for me to write this since I normally don't read these types of stories. There are several Loud House authors out there who only like to write these kinds of stories and I generally don't read those with the exception to a few of them. Flagg and Trillhouse being some of them, in fact, the title of the story is kind of an homage to Trillhouse's "What She'd Been Missing". If you haven't read it, go and read it. It's quite good. This story also focuses on Loan but the main characters will be Lincoln and Lori as it mostly revolves around them.
I hope that you enjoy this story despite the dark themes that will be present. I have half of this story already written so I will be updating the story every two weeks as per my usual schedule.
What She Didn't Know
Chapter 1
"Why was I born?"
It was a simple question but one that was hard to answer. Because how could you tell your daughter secret that you've been keeping from her since the moment she had been born. Lincoln Loud was a good father or at least he tried to be. He was there for every birthday, every scraped knee, and every nightmare. Every nightmare.
His daughter had been born with a neurological problem. And because of that she tended to have high anxiety. She was an introvert to the extreme, to the point where she was scared of meeting new people. Yet despite her many faults Lincoln still loved her very much.
He wanted what was best for her and because of that, he kept the truth about her birth a secret. No one else knew except for his sister Lucy. Lucy…the woman who helped him when no one else would. The woman that he was ashamed to admit that he took advantage of in his moment of weakness. But that wasn't important right now, no, what mattered at that moment was his daughter that stood before him with tears in her eyes as she held onto a diary that belonged to her late mother, Lori.
"Loan, honey, where did you find that?" Lincoln asked as he tried desperately to change the topic. He wasn't ready to reveal the truth to her, he honestly would probably never be ready.
"D-Dad…w-why was I born?" Loan asked again, clutching the journal to her chest. "D-Did you e-even w-want me? Do y-you even l-love me?"
"Of course, I love you!" Lincoln said at once. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, and he was glad when she didn't pull away. "Honey, you mean the world to me and I swear to you that I wouldn't trade you for anything. I love you so much that I would be lost without you."
"T-Then why…w-why did you lie to me?" Loan stared into the eyes of the man who she thought was her father. She stared into the eyes of the man who raised her all of her life and who she believed loved her unconditionally. "W-Why d-didn't you t-tell me t-that y-you're…y-you're…" But despite wanting to know the truth, Loan couldn't bring herself to say it. Because if she said it out loud then it would become real.
Lincoln pulled his daughter into his chest and held her close. He kissed the top of her head and simply held her for a moment. Tears stung his eyes as he tried desperately to keep his emotions in check. Memories of that night so long ago flashed in his mind and for a moment, Lincoln feared that he would break under the strain. But instead he took a deep breath and thought about how his daughter needed him.
"Loan…I don't know what you read in that journal but there's one thing that you should know, I am your father." Lincoln said. He still had his arms wrapped around her and he was gently petting the top of her head in a soothing manner to calm her down. "And I'm not just saying that because I raised you…I'm biologically your father."
"T-Then y-you're not?" Loan asked, hoping that maybe the journal had been wrong.
Lincoln sighed heavily. "I wish I could tell you otherwise…god, I wish I could tell you that I'm not. But the truth is that I'm also your uncle…"
He could feel Loan tense up in his arms and he didn't blame her. It had been something that had been kept secret from her all her life. No one except Lucy knew and she had promised to never tell. But then to his relief he felt Loan wrap her arms around him and cling to him like a lifeline.
"H-How?" She asked in a small watery voice.
"Let's go to the living room. It would be best if you were sitting down for this."
Lincoln led his daughter downstairs and made his way over to the recliner that had always been his. But as he was about to sit down, he glanced over at Loan and knew from her expression that she wanted to sit down next to him. He smiled at her and sat down on the couch so that she could sit down beside him.
While it was true that Loan didn't do well with other people, she didn't have that problem with him. She would often sit down as close as possible with him, preferring to have his arm around her shoulders. And tonight, was no exception as she leaned into him and he instinctively wrapped his arm around her. She had told him once before that she felt safe when she sat with him like that and he knew that she definitely needed that tonight.
"Loan, what I'm about to tell you is something that no one else except for Lucy knows. It's a secret that I swore that I would never tell but now it seems that I have to for your sake."
"Momma Lucy knows?" Loan asked. She had been so caught up with the fact that her dad was her uncle and not her father that she hadn't thought about Lucy. "Is she really not my mother?" She looked down at the journal that was still in her hands. "I-Is…she my mother?"
Lincoln sighed once more. "Lucy isn't your birth mother, no, but she's still your mother. She raised you and she has been there for you every step of the way and she also loves you like her own daughter. And yes, the woman in that journal is your biological mother."
There was a sudden stillness in Loan as she processed what she had just learned. Her fingers clutched the journal until her knuckles became white. Her body began to tremble, and fresh tears began to fall.
"Oh G-God!" She choked out. Shaking her head, she didn't what to believe it. "Oh my god."
Lincoln wrapped his arms around his daughter once more and fought back his own tears. She needed him to strong right now and he would be for her sake. "I can only imagine what you read in that journal, Loan, but the truth is far worse…I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to feel like you didn't belong. Like you shouldn't exist. Because despite the circumstance, you are my precious baby girl and you've been a gift to me everyday of my life."
Loan pushed away from Lincoln and stood up to face him. "How can you say that dad!?" She demanded; her stutter momentarily gone in her righteous fury. She threw the journal against the far wall. "That horrible woman raped you!"
Loan turned back to look at her dad and she stopped. She could see the pained look in his eyes, flashes of that night from so long ago replaying in his mind. "D-Dad…" Her anger that had been so all encompassing before was reduced to a small simmer. "H-How c-can I be a-a gift when y-you s-suffered s-so much?"
Lincoln, despite the storm of emotions raging inside of him, smiled as he looked up at his daughter's face. He reached up and cupped her cheek. "Because Loan, you're my daughter…"
Her father had always been a kind and generous man. He was well liked in their community and there were very few people who disliked him. But as she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love for her, Loan couldn't help but feel like she didn't deserve him. She was a product of sin…and not just any sin. She was born of incestuous rape that her biological mother performed on her then 11 year old brother. And it didn't just happen once, no, it went on for years.
Loan had always felt like the was something wrong with her. A reason why she felt like she didn't belong, like she was a mistake. And now she knew why…it was because she was a mistake. She didn't deserve to live much less be loved by someone as amazing as her dad. The journal that she found up in the attic buried at the bottom of a box with a faded name revealed to her the mad ravings a woman who she would come to learn was her birth mother. And what she learned horrified and disgusted her. She had emptied her stomach in the attic several times before she went to find her dad to find out the truth.
"Baby girl…please don't cry anymore." Lincoln stood up from the couch and pulled her into his chest for another hug. "I love you so much, Loan. Seeing you like this hurts me more than anything ever has."
"B-But dad…"
"Loan, I'll tell you what happened…but before I do, just please remember that no matter what I will always love you."
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"What I'm about to tell you happened years ago before you were even born." Lincoln began.
"S-So she really did…?" Loan couldn't help but ask.
"Yes. I was 11 when she first came into my room at night."
"W-Why would she do that? You were just a kid!"
"I'm not sure to be honest. I don't think anyone, not even she knew the real answer. By the time that she had been caught, she was no longer sane. Not that I was much better."
"You dad? What happened to you?"
"You mean aside from getting raped by my oldest sister who I trusted implicitly?" Lincoln asked.
"Sorry…I-I d-didn't mean…"
"It's okay, honey, I'm sorry too. They say that talking about it gets easier over time but here I am almost 20 years later, and I still feel like the same 11-year-old boy I was that night."
"Y-You don't h-have to t-tell me if you don't want to…"
"I don't want to, but you deserve the truth…"
It all began back in the year 2016 during the summer just as school had been let out. Everyone was excited for the summer vacation, especially a certain white haired 11-year old boy who had big plans. He wanted to spend the very first night preparing for his big trip in the woods with his friends. They were going to see if the rumors of the lake ghost were real and they had gotten permission of their parents to camp out. Of course, they had to have someone old enough going them and Lincoln already knew who he was going to ask.
As he got home, he made his way up to the second floor and walked towards the room farthest from his. He knocked on his sister's door and waited three seconds before calling to her.
"Lori? Are you in there?"
"What do you want, twerp?" Came his sister's reply.
"I wanted to ask you something. Can I come in?"
"Sure but close the door behind you."
Smiling, Lincoln opened the door and nearly stumbled over his own feet. Standing in front of the closet was his oldest sister wearing nothing but her underwear while she looked at two dresses. He did his best not to stare while he swallowed hard. Closing the door behind him, he faced the opposite direction and sat down on Leni's bed.
"So, what did you want, Lincoln? I'm literally busy getting ready for a date with Bobby." Lori asked, not bothered by the fact that she was half naked in front of her little brother.
"W-Well, I wanted to ask you for a favor…" Lincoln began as he did his best not to think about Lori's state of undress. He might be young but even Lincoln was still a boy and boys tended to look at pretty girls. Even if they were related to him. "You see, tomorrow my friends and I are going to go camping and we need someone to come with us as a chaperone."
"And you want me to come with?" Lori guessed as she turned around to face him.
"If that's alright with you." Lincoln nodded.
"Let me get this straight, you want me to go out to the cold dark woods, away from my nice warm bed and my Booboo bear, just so I can babysit you and your little friends?" Lori asked him as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Y-Yes."
"Why should I? What's in it for me?" Lori asked, crossing her arms underneath her chest. "And will you look at me when I'm talking to you? It's rude, you know."
"W-Well, you're…" Lincoln began but couldn't finish. So, instead he waved in her general direction.
Lori looked down at herself and scoffed. "Oh please, like you haven't seen me in a bikini before. Besides, I've already seen you naked more times that I care to count and you've seen me."
Well, she did have a point Lincoln had to admit. In the Loud house, there was no such thing as privacy. Especially when it came to knocking. No one in their family knocked before barging into a room and that was true for everyone. Lincoln had walked in on all of his sisters in various states of undress just like they had done the same to him. And while it hadn't really affected him before, he was now old enough to notice certain things about them that he hadn't before.
"Okay." Lincoln turned his gaze towards his sister and did his best to look only at her eyes. He really did try his best. "I-If you agree to coming with us, I'll do whatever you want."
"Hmm, but you already do whatever I want so why would that appeal to me?" Lori asked.
"Well, I'll be your slave for a month." Lincoln offered. "Whatever you want, I'll do it no questions asked."
"I don't know, twerp, you're really not selling this for me." Lori said as she stared with a bored expression at him. "Whatever happen to that silver tongue of yours?"
"Please Lori, mom would only agree if you came along with us. She doesn't trust the others for obvious reasons and you're the only one that she trusts. So I'm begging you, please come with us." Lincoln got down on his knees and begged her.
As she stared down at him, she had the full intention of tell him no and to beat it. But as he knelt before her, his expression desperate, and his posture submissive, Lori felt something that she had never felt before. There was a tingle that ran down her spine and she felt a sudden rush of excitement course through her. A small predatory smile graced her lips, and she knew just what she wanted to do with him.
"You want me to come with? And in exchange you'll be my slave? Fine, I'll go." Lori said and just as his expression was about to turn joyful, she held her hand up. "But just so you know, Lincoln, for the next month, you will be my slave. And I'm cashing in right now. Lock the door."
Lincoln scrambled to his feet and quickly locked the door behind him. He was so happy that his sister agreed that he didn't think about the way that she had been looking at him moments before nor about the tone in which she had said it. All he cared about was the camping trip the next day and the fact that he might see a ghost.
"Okay, I locked it. What now?"
Lori sat down on the edge of her bed and pointed to the spot in front of her. "Kneel before me."
With a roll of his eyes, Lincoln obeyed her command and knelt in front of her. "Your wish is my command, mistress Lori." He said playfully.
But to his surprise, Lori didn't seem to be offended by his sarcastic remarks. "I like that…Mistress Lori…" She smiled at him and then held up her right foot. "Massage my feet."
With another shrug, Lincoln got to work on giving his sister's feet a good rub. He had done it plenty of times before, all of his sisters had trained him in perfecting his craft and now he had the best hands in the house. Lynn especially seemed to like his magic touch.
As the massage went on, Lincoln could hear his sister's moans of pleasure. And while that was normal, this time something seemed different. Lori's moan didn't sound as innocent as they usually would. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something about the way that she sounded that made him suddenly aware that Lori wasn't fully dressed. He began to feel hot under his collar and there was a tightness in his pants.
And then she started moaning his name.
"Oh~ Lincoln~"
"Don't stop~"
"Keep going~"
With each new moan, Lincoln found it hard to focus on his sister's feet and his eyes and hands began to move up her long slender legs. He could feel the muscles underneath her silky-smooth skin from years of playing golf. And as he began to move up past her knees, he finally noticed that Lori had parted her legs in order to give him access.
He froze as he realized what he was doing and he turned to look up at his sister who he was sure would be furious at him. But to his shock, Lori wasn't giving him a death stare. No, her face was flushed, her eyes half closed while biting her lower lip, and she was staring at him with a hungry look in her eyes.
"Why did you stop?" She asked him in a low husky tone that he couldn't identify.
"But Lori…I…"
"I said keep going." Lori commanded.
She took his hands and placed them on her thighs. And then she began to move his hands for him until he started doing it himself. Lincoln wasn't sure what was going on anymore, but he did know that it was wrong. And while he had felt hot and a little excited, now he was feeling something else. He was uncomfortable with the situation and he didn't know what do to. So, he continued to give Lori her massage since otherwise she wouldn't go with them tomorrow.
As he neared her inner thighs, he began to slow down once more until he came to a complete stop. He looked away from his sister before making his way back down her legs. But a hand stopped him.
"Lincoln, you're not finished there yet." Lori said in the same tone as before but with a slight edge to it. "You did agree to be my slave, right?"
"B-But Lori, I'm your brother." Lincoln tried to protest. He was sure that Lori would come to her senses once he reminded her of that fact. "I can't go any further."
She paused for a second before she shook her head and smiled. "You're right, Linc. I must've gotten carried away." She reached up and ruffled his hair playfully. "You can go now and get ready for tomorrow. We'll leave as soon as your ready."
Lincoln brightened immediately and smiled up at her. "Okay and thanks again." He gave her a quick hug before leaving her room.
And as he left, he didn't see the look in her eyes that promised him that it wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
End of chapter.
