Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
TheAllSeeingEye4812: Lol! Have some patience, Eager Beaver.
marz-senpai: Yes, he does. But that's about to become more complicated.
Mud and Love
By Lola Presents
Chapter 6
As much as Lincoln dreamed of being with Lana, alarm bells echoed throughout his mind. His passion fought against his rationale, and the struggle invigorated him, giving him added strength. After a moment's pause, he finally pulled his hand free of Lana's grasp and sat up.
"Lana, I..." he began to say, without knowing how to express himself.
The moonlight shone through the small, circular window in Lincoln's room, bisected twice by the thin wooden crosshairs, and touched Lana's vulnerable face, revealing her reaction. Her thin lips had contorted in emotional distress, and small pools of tears welled in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," cried the stricken girl. "This was a bad idea. I'll go," she added, throwing the blankets off her as she slid to the floor and headed for the door.
"No, wait!" pleaded Lincoln, following his sister. Going to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her waist, stopping her exit. "Please, don't go. I'm sorry. I'm in love with you too. You only took me by surprise and..."
Lana sniffled back her tears, spun in his arms, and dropped to the floor to meet him.
"And what, Lincoln?" she whimpered, not understanding his hesitation.
"It's just..." muttered Lincoln, looking into her eyes, gleaming in the moonlight, "...you went straight from telling me that you were in love with me to touching you. It was all too fast."
"I'm sorry," whined Lana. "But, don't you want to?"
"Oh, God," sighed Lincoln. "More than anything. But there's more to it than that. I love you, and romance is important too. Plus, there are some things Mom probably didn't tell you."
"Like what?" Lana inquired, wiping away her tears and cocking her head at her brother expectantly.
Lincoln pursed his lips, knowing that what he was about to say might discourage his sister. Nevertheless, she needed to know the whole truth.
"Lana," he whispered, cupping her face and drawing her near. "My sweet Lana. Siblings aren't supposed to feel this way about each other, especially not when one of them is five years older than the other. It's not only illegal but highly discouraged by society. I could get in a lot of trouble."
"Really?" gasped Lana in astonishment. "I didn't know that. But what about me? Will I get in trouble?"
"No, sweetheart," smiled Lincoln reassuringly. "Nobody would blame you. You're still a child, and that's part of the problem. Do you understand?"
"Yes," replied Lana, closing her eyes and lowering her head. Then, facing him once more, she rebutted herself. "But I don't care if you don't. I'm willing to give it a try."
Lincoln pursed his lips again and swallowed his emotions.
"If we do this, nobody can know," he told her. "I can't spend every waking moment with you, and I certainly can't treat you differently in front of the others. You understand this. Right?"
Lana nodded apprehensively. While the thought of not being able to openly show their love for each other was a daunting proposition, imagining Lincoln occasionally blowing her off or throwing a mild insult her way was even more so. Still, she knew it would only be an act.
"Mmhm," she hummed, nodding her head.
"In that case," sighed Lincoln, "Let's try this again. Only this time, let's take things a little slower. How about we start with a kiss?" he inquired, closing his eyes and guiding his little sister's mouth to his.
Lana closed her eyes and submitted to her brother. Feeling his warm, tender lips upon hers sent her heart racing, and when their tongues met, it was as if she'd died and gone to heaven. Slowly reaching behind her, Lana began undoing the loosening braids, letting her golden mane free.
Then, wrapping her arms around her brother as they knelt before each other, Lana met Lincoln's gentle passion with equal force and sensitivity. When they finally parted, Lana pulled away to gaze at her brother, the moon's grace highlighting her delicate features.
"I love you, Lincoln," she purred, beaming at him with glistening eyes.
"I love you, too, Lana," Lincoln smiled earnestly at his glowing sister.
Then, without further discussion, Lana seductively grabbed the hem of her dark green tee shirt and lifted it over her head so that they faced each other as equals, dressed only in their underwear. She then sat back on her haunches and curled her finger toward her brother.
Lincoln gazed upon Lana's nearly naked form, and though he'd seen her naked plenty of times, it had always been in a platonic situation. Now, he couldn't help but drink in the beauty of her body. While she had yet to develop curves or breasts, it spoke to him, drawing him in.
As Lincoln moved upon his sister, she spread her legs to allow him better access. And, reaching for her, Lincoln scooped her up by her waist, repositioning her upon his lap, and held her firm as he peppered her chest with fervent little kisses, lingering on her tiny, erect nipples.
"Oh, yes..." whispered Lana breathlessly, cradling Lincoln's head as he moved across her flesh. "That feels so good..."
With Lana steadying herself, Lincoln loosened his grip on her and softly glided his hands down her back, slipping them into her panties. Then, gently, he began kneading the soft globes hidden within. His cock had achieved full mast and pressed firmly against Lana's covered mound.
"Lincoln..." muttered Lana, barely able to speak. "I'm ready..."
Lincoln leaned back onto his feet. And with one mighty heave, he pushed upward, lifting his little sister. Turning as she clung to him, Lincoln rolled into bed with her, returning to their original positions. No sooner than Lana came to rest did she hastily peel her panties down and off her legs.
Lincoln followed suit, and after they'd completely disrobed, Lincoln lay beside his sister, gazing into her eyes as his hand moved into position between her legs, fulfilling her initial request. His fingers moved easily between her slick folds, parting on demand.
Reverently, Lincoln explored every nook and cranny within, teasing her entrance for a moment before settling on her nub, massaging it with precision. Perhaps it was instinctive, but more likely, he read Lana's expressions as he played with her body.
"Oh, Lincoln..." cooed Lana under her brother's touch. "Yes, that's the spot! More..." she whimpered as she writhed in his bed.
Propping himself up, Lincoln leaned over and kissed his beloved sister passionately as he continued pleasuring her. After several minutes of bliss, Lana shook, and Lincoln felt a small spurt of vaginal secretions as they left her body during orgasm.
Finally, Lincoln lay back onto his pillow, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting her fluids while Lana recovered from the experience. Staring intensely at her brother, Lana couldn't believe what he had just done. While nobody would've batted an eye at her doing something like that, Lincoln was another story.
"Do you..." she whispered, unsure what to ask, "...like that?"
"Like it?" whispered Lincoln, grinning pleasurably. "I love it. Taste is as much a part of intimacy as sex is."
"Really?" pondered Lana aloud, redirecting her gaze toward Lincoln's stiff member. "Then, may I..."
"I thought you'd never ask," grinned Lincoln. "But I'm not done," he announced, gesturing for her to lay on him.
As Lana moved over her brother, Lincoln guided her, situating her butt over his face, allowing her to lean into her treat. Once she understood what her brother was doing, she eagerly complied. And, as she felt his tongue upon her bottom, she lowered herself and swallowed his cock.
As Lana bobbed up and down in Lincoln's lap, he enjoyed orally exploring the depths of Lana's every crevasse. Soon, he felt the familiar pull within, knowing what was coming. Stopping his exploration, Lincoln began urging Lana to stop as well.
"Lana..." he whispered emphatically. "I'm gonna cum. You might want to stop now."
However, Lana was too engrossed in her brother's slightly salty taste to care. She was lost in pleasure and wanted to taste his essence as he had hers. Settling her crotch back on Lincoln's mouth, she proceeded to pick up her pace, her loose hair whipping against his skin with every bob.
No longer able to contain himself, Lincoln released himself into his sister's waiting throat and deeply moaned as he clamped down on her labia. Lana trembled in tandem with her brother as they both climaxed. Once Lana consumed every last drop of his offering, she collapsed on top of him.
Being the first time either had done something with another person, it took several minutes for them to relax. And, after their bodies regulated themselves, Lincoln patted Lana's chubby leg, realizing just how tired he had become.
"Hey, Lana?" he questioned. "How about we clean up and get some sleep?"
"Yeah..." breathed the satisfied girl as she rose and moved off her brother.
Using one of Lincoln's previously discarded shirts, they cleaned their mess, redressed, and returned to bed. Snuggling up to each other, much how they were during the storm, Lana fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, wrapped in her brother's arms.
As it did every day, morning came, and the sun warmed Lincoln's room. With it came the aromatic scent of their father's cooking, and Lincoln and Lana rose when it graced their nostrils. Readily, Lana tossed the covers off and headed downstairs, followed by her brother.
"Man," exclaimed Lana as she entered the kitchen and sat at her usual place at the small wooden table. "What smells so good?"
"Oh, nothing but blueberry pancakes and sausage," replied their father, smiling at the compliment.
"You sure look chipper this morning," observed Lola, who was already on her second helping. "Where'd you go last night? I noticed you weren't in bed this morning."
"Oh, well..." muttered Lana, remembering Lincoln's words the previous night. "I got scared, so I bunked with Lincoln."
"Oh?" replied Lola, cocking one brow as she continued feeding her face. "Don't you usually go to Leni for that?"
"Yeah, well..." fumbled Lana. "His room was closer, and that thunder was loud! Heck. I nearly peed myself!"
Lola eyed them suspiciously but returned to her food. She knew her sister liked Lincoln, but indeed he had more sense than to return her feelings. Right? Regardless, she wasn't about to press the issue over breakfast and wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know.
While Lincoln and Lana hadn't gone all the way last night, they had officially declared their love for one another and cemented it with a bit of sex play. Fortunately for Lincoln, they were both too exhausted to try anything else, not that he would've agreed.
Lana was too young for anything more, and Lincoln knew it. There was, however, an alternative, one that Lincoln might suggest should they ever find themselves alone again. But that was the biggest problem they faced now. How would they justify spending time alone together?
"So?" chirped their father as he joined his children, interrupting Lincoln's thoughts. "What's on the agenda for today? A picnic at the park? Putt-putt maybe?"
"Oh!" barked Lori, just beginning her breakfast. "That's literally right down my fairway!"
"Hah!" laughed LJ, puffing her chest out. "You might be good at golf, but putt-putt is another matter. I bet I could whip you!"
"Over your dead body!" exclaimed Lori defensively. "If you beat me, I'll do your laundry the whole time I'm here."
"Okay..." sighed their father, knowing when to concede. "Putt-putt it is."
"Do I have to go?" moaned Lucy, fidgeting with her food. "The last time I wasn't myself, and it brings back bad memories."
"Yes, honey," ordered her father, despite being aware of Lucy's blonde faux-pa. "It'll be a family outing. Besides, it'll give you a chance to redeem yourself."
"Perhaps you're right, father," muttered Lucy. "If only it weren't so sunny out."
As the family blathered away at the table, contemplating all the fun they'd have, Lincoln and Lana finished their meals. Not wanting to seem too attentive, Lincoln placed his things in the kitchen sink before leaving, ignoring Lana's gesture to take hers.
Lana had temporarily forgotten their discussion the previous night, and his dismissal stung until she finally remembered. Furrowing her brows, she realized things would be more complicated than she imagined. Sullenly, she rose and cleared her place before heading upstairs to bathe.
Lincoln puttered about in his room, not knowing what to do with himself. There were always comics, but he wasn't in the mood for that. Nor was he particularly inclined to complete his latest model, which sat unfinished on his dresser, half-painted.
Sighing, he sat on his bed just as his laptop beeped. Grabbing the notebook, he sat it on his lap and opened it. Ronnie Anne was attempting to face-time him, and needing a distraction, he accepted. The smiling face of his Latina counterpart graced the screen.
"Hey there, Lame-o," she teased. "What's going on?"
"Oh, hey Ronnie," replied Lincoln, trying to pull himself out of his funk. "Nothing much. I'm just a bit bored."
"Really?" gasped Ronnie Anne, covering her mouth as she chuckled. "Who would've thought that the man-with-the-plan could get bored? Why not go outside and do something? Ride your bike, or..." she said, holding up her skateboard, "...try something new?"
"Heh, well..." stammered Lincoln, rubbing his head. "I don't know. I think we're going out to play mini-golf later, though."
"Oh, right!" responded his friend. "Bobby told me about that. I just forgot. It seems Lori has already invited him to join you. Who knows? Maybe I'll come along as well. It's been a while since I've beaten you at something."
"Uh, yeah..." replied Lincoln, growing suddenly cold.
"Hey..." Ronnie inquired, leaning towards her screen, noticeably squinting. "Are you okay?"
"Huh?" gasped Lincoln, looking back at the screen. "Oh, yeah. I'm okay. I guess that'll be fine."
"That'll be fine?" retorted the girl on the monitor. "Since when do I need your permission? Do you not want me to come?"
"No, no!" barked Lincoln, trying to salvage the conversation. "It's not that. It's just..."
"Just what, Lame-o?" prompted Ronnie, urging him to continue. "Are you friends with another girl?" she demanded before her mouth hung open. "Oh, my God! That's it, isn't it!" she exclaimed. "You have a girlfriend and plan on taking her!"
"Yes," Lincoln replied absent-mindedly. "I mean, no! I'm not!" he quickly and emphatically added.
"That's it," sighed Ronnie Anne. "I'm coming along and getting to the bottom of this!" she announced, butting in like one of his sisters. "After all, I must ensure she's right for you."
"Ronnie?" barked Bobby as he strolled into view. "What are you doing? I have a three-hour ride ahead of me, and you need to help me pick out my clothes. Remember?"
Smiling, Ronnie turned from her laptop.
"Of course," Ronnie chirped. "But I think you mean WE have a three-hour ride ahead of us," she corrected her brother. "I'm coming along to see Lincoln."
"Oh? Cool!" exclaimed Bobby, noticing Lincoln's face on the screen. "Hey, dude! See you later. We have to get ready now. Bye!"
"Uh, bye..." Lincoln replied as the screen went dark.
Lana lay in the porcelain tub as she mulled things over, a thick layer of bubbles nearly covering the water's surface. She slowly sank into the warm water, exposing only her eyes. Despite her best efforts at composing herself, she felt the urge to hide from the world.
She and her brother had fallen in love, which wasn't supposed to happen. While she managed to control herself before, when Lincoln was oblivious to her feelings, things had changed. Not only had she confessed herself, but Lincoln returned her emotions with interest.
The difference was that now there was a level of expectation, especially after they'd made out the previous night. Lana's heart was on fire and burned into her soul, etching its mark upon her. While she understood the precautions they needed to take, they didn't sit well with her.
A young girl in love needs to express herself and be with the one she loves. To stifle those needs seemed like imprisonment; it took everything she had to remain silent, let alone treat Lincoln as a typical brother. He wasn't and would never again be one. He was her lover.
"Fuck my life," Lana whispered in isolation as she scooped up some bubbles and idly played with them. "Why can't humans be more like critters? They pick their mates, and that's it. They don't have all these rules and crap. It isn't fair!" she declared, slapping the water harder than intended, sending some onto the restroom floor.
"Hey!" called Lola from outside as she knocked urgently on the door. "It's already weird enough that you're taking a bath without being told, but you're holding up the line! We have to get ready too!"
"Oh, right!" returned Lana, snapping back to reality. "I'll be right out!"
The conflicted girl pulled the plug, dried off, and got dressed before vacating the restroom, allowing her siblings access. And before anyone could question her on the unusual activity, Lana made a bee-line for her room, where she picked out fresh clothing for their outing.
While she was perfectly comfortable in her overalls, she wanted something Lincoln might like. Freedom of movement was important too if she wasn't to score well and earn the traditional winner's bowl of ice cream. If she were lucky, they'd tie and share the treat.
Donning her chosen outfit, Lana sat at her twin's vanity and tried to replicate the soft, natural look she'd seen Lola do so many times. She had applied a light foundation with just a touch of highlight to her cheeks before moving on to lipstick.
"What. The. Fuck..." muttered Lola as she entered, wrapped in towels.
Lana sat in one of Lola's old navy blue sundresses with her hair neatly pinned up on either side and a white, wide-brimmed wicker hat resting upon her head. For all intents, she looked uncharacteristically cute, save for the clownish cosmetic application.
"Uh, hi?" muttered Lana. "Too much?"