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Technical Disclaimer: Some plot points and actions were suggested by a text completion algorithm (GPT-3 using OpenAI). Authorship is still my own: at least 90% of story text was written manually.

Content Warnings: Sex, Incest, Swearing, Sexual Addiction, Family Tensions, Rejection, Heartbreak, LGBTQ+ themes, Depression, Soft BDSM

Luna I

"I love you, Luna."

That's all Lincoln had said after she had helped him with his musical homework assignment. They were just four words, she was sure that she had heard them countless times before. So why were these words replaying in her head over and over? He had said it with his smile, his beautiful, genuine smile. A smile she couldn't get out of her head.

"I love you too Lincoln," Luna had wanted to reply, but the words choked her up somehow. She just stood there, stunned. Amazed. And now this moment was on an endless loop in her head. I love you. Again. I love you. Again. I love you. His smile.

It was late. Very late. She turned around in her bed, and looked across the room. Luan was sleeping soundly. Luna wondered if Luan had ever had these kinds of feelings. These strange feelings. Lincoln. Lincoln Lincoln Lincoln. She couldn't help but want to be around him, her sweet little brother. Always helping her out when she's in need, always cheering her on at every performance. Among nine other sisters, it's hard to be seen and heard. Luna had tried so hard to stand out, but rarely feel understood by her family. Except by Lincoln. Lincoln made her feel seen. Maybe Lincoln knew how much I needed to hear that someone loves me, and that's why he said it. That little angel. But without knowing it, he haunts me now.

She curled herself up in her blanket, facing the wall, and pulled her knees up in a foetal position. These thoughts have to come out, somehow. They won't go away if she keeps idly replaying them. She tries her hardest to change the memory. Every time she arrives at the part where she just stands idly, she would try to reply "I love you too, Lincoln." back to him. I love you too. Again. I love you too. Again. I love you too. By the so-and-so-manieth replay she had gotten the hang of it. "I love you too, Lincoln." She had said. Her voice genuine, filled with a caring, sisterly love. She practised it in her head over and over, until she thought she had really said it. She hadn't, of course, not out loud - but in her head she did.

"I love you, Lincoln." It slipped out under her breath. Softly, less than a whisper even. She did love Lincoln, as a big sister. Luna had nine sisters, but only one little brother. He was so different from the rest. He wasn't loud, or rowdy, or vying for attention. He was kind, caring, and compassionate. All of the Loud sisters try so hard to distinguish themselves from all the others. But Luna didn't want to distinguish herself from Lincoln. She was proud to be his big sister. Was he proud of being her brother? Her eyes sprung open. The thought that the answer could be "no" hit her harder than she anticipated.

The loop stopped. Where were the I-love-you's from Lincoln? Her bedroom had become a deafening silence. Only Luan's breathing could be heard, accompanied by the song of a lonesome cricket just outside the window. Luna held back tears. Do all sisters feel this way? Is she just crazy? She looked over at her alarm clock. It was nearly morning now. Another night spent with her incessant thoughts instead of sleep. What's happening to her?

Luna wrapped her arms around herself. It gave her comfort, just like Lincoln's hugs gave her comfort. The Loud Sisters didn't express their feelings by being physical. They all felt so distant to her. Aside from the occasional tackle from Lynn, Luna didn't get many hugs, or arms around her shoulders. She felt touch starved. She realised all too well that behind her punk rock veneer was a girl that just wanted to be held. To be validated. To be loved. Was that too much to ask?

Luna slid one arm between her thighs. It was warm, and soft. So many questions spun in her head now. Doubts. Fears. Anxiety about her future. Mindlessly, the tips of her fingers caressed herself. Besides a t-shirt, Lucy wore nothing to bed. Her touch jolted her, from her toes all the way to her head. The jolt made the questions subside. She rubbed again. Another jolt. The questions remained away. Lincoln's smile reappeared. She touched herself with a rhythm. A feeling swelled and subsides within her. The image of Lincoln remained in her head. His smile widened. His eyes cleared. The rhythm got faster. Faster still. Lincoln had really said it. I Love you. It replayed again. Again. The pleasure welled up within her. Luna stands, idly. She stares at him. Pleasure. Her other hand comforts her. I love you. She wants to say it. Again. Her breath becomes heavy. Again. She wants to scream. Again, again. The rhythm hastens. The pleasure intensifies. Lincoln's smile. Again. The pleasure becomes louder. Fortissimo. Crescendo. It must come out. Again. Say it. She can't. Again. Say it. Say it, Goddamnit!

"I love you Lincoln!"

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