WHERE WE STAND

Sunday Morning...

Yeah this time he didn't wake up early. This time he lazily slept most of the morning away. No appointments, no school, work or even...dates for today. He was too submerged in his slumber to even want to wake up anytime soon. For right now he was having the most sensual dream he's ever felt, with someone he would have never imagined with either. At that moment in his dreams he was in his room having an intense make out with a female. She was tall, slender, gorgeous and overall turning him on. Their lips, at least his were swollen from the intensity of their kisses, his hands as well hers roaming and exploring each others bodies, his breathing getting harder and rougher by the second. Yeah, this is the most pleasure he's dreams have ever felt. His had similar dreams which included Lacy and Lupa or both of them together, but this wasn't just about his dick getting hard, this sensational dream was beyond said carnal emotions, it was something beautiful.

Gently pushing his unknown lover to her back, Lemy carried on the kisses, but at a much more relaxed rate. Opening his eyes and hovering about her he only saw the angelic face of his beloved older sister. Lyra with her ever glimmering blue eyes smiled at him with nothing, but pure love and for his part he smiled back.

"You have no idea just how bad I missed you." He told her.

Lyra opened her mouth to respond, but the only sounds that emitted from her voice where a series of loud buzzing sounds.

She vanished and darkness took over, right before his eyes opened up and witnessed the light of his room. Looking around confused and annoyed he shut his eyes again and placed a forearm above them. Letting out a deep groan he moves his forearm away and rubs his face with both hands. After a while he lifted himself up with his arms and stared into the wall of his room with no particular interest.

"Fuck..." He sighed.

"Fuck." He repeated as he got out of bed and and started to change clothes.

"Fuuuuck." He drawled it out as he looked himself in the mirror.

He knew it was coming, but didn't expect this too happen this fast. Lyra is a beautiful woman, unlike Lacy and Lupa who are still in their developing youth, mature and perfect in almost every way, at least in his mind she was. It made sense to have odd feelings towards her, so long apart, it made all the sense in the world for him to start developing such emotions for her. But regardless of the predictable situation he still felt vexed that it happened anyhow. Lyra had only been in town for just three days, what was the matter with him? Had he no control whatsoever on his dick? That right there was his main problem, he didn't want to see her as a nice snack, didn't want to look at her with hungry desire, she was precious to him, Lyra was the most special person in his heart at the moment.

"Shit." He put on his shirt for the day and headed out the door, "Honestly, fucking shit."

Coming down stairs, he looked around for any signs of her in particular, hoping to avoid an interaction with said female. Not like he needs another woody for this morning. Nobody seemed to be around, all still in bed for certain. Lincoln sure was, Lynn and Lacy already out and about in the park, Lucy probably shopping for more odd rarities at that witchcraft store to sell in her website and Lupa was for certain in her room, still slumbering away or doing whatever she usually does alone. Where was Lyra?

"Morning Lemy!"

Nevermind.

"Hey... Morning." Lemy waved at Lyra who was in the kitchen preparing a small meal.

He didn't know whether to approach or turn around, so he just stood in place and looked at her from afar. She was too focused on the plate she was preparing to notice her brother oddly starring at her. With a kitchen apron and her natural and mature beauty, she genuinely looked like a housewife and one that clearly loved her husband. Lemy's left eye twitched hard at that thought. Like what the fuck? He was already having a hard time imagining her dating some faceless college dude now he had unwittingly pictured her with a ring on her finger? Shit, he felt mad or perhaps flabbergasted at having the audacity to ever invoke such thoughts into his brain. Fuck, another thing to deeply annoy him now, good job kiddo. Seriously, great job at mentally screwing yourself there you moron.

"Don't stand there, come here silly." Lyra beckoned him to her.

She summoned and he approached.

"You are barley eating right now?"

"It's for you." Lyra replied, lifting the plate up and offering it to Lemy.

"You missed breakfast with the rest of us and the others literally devoured everything that was cooked. I didn't want you to go hungry...I k-know that you can mix something up together, but...I wanted to make something for you." A shy smile formed across her face.

Yeah she's wife material...Ah wait, what the fuck? Lemy thought as he grabbed the plate off her hands. It was a pretty good great looking meal, Lyra had taken her time to make it look, smell and definitely taste as delicious as it can be. He nodded with approval at her kind act and went over the the kitchen table and placed it down.

"You surprise me, you know that?" Lemy leaned on the table and faced her.

"Take it as a kind gesture for accepting yesterday's proposal and knowing how to entertain a girl like me." Lyra took of her apron and placed it away.

"No problem." Lemy gave her a thumbs up, "Anything for my girl."

Both got quiet real quick. Lemy and Lyra's eyes widened and their mouths shrunk in response to such bold statement. She held one arm with the other and looked around, avoiding eye contact, a tint of red forming around her cheeks. Him on the other hand was still as a statue and couldn't look away from her, more concerned with her reaction and verbal response to his stupid mouth. No more than twenty-five minutes since waking up from that dream and he was already spouting very awkward things to his sister. Worst part is that he knew by continuously starring at her that she took his words for exactly what he was thinking himself.

"Oh you! Y-you're such a...a...t-tease!" Lyra nervously chuckled.

"...I...just, yeah." He too was stumped and tried his best to pick up this faltering conversation.

After that Lemy sat his ass down and ate his dish in silence. Lyra stood around for a bit and gave his head a gentle rub before heading out the kitchen and upstairs to her room. Now alone he had only his thoughts to keep him company once more. What the fuck am I doing? No, seriously what in the actual fuck am I fucking doing? Chewing on the bacon he kept on having a heated argument against himself. He stopped his own mental beat down to appreciate the delicacy of Lyra's well cooked meal. A dish cooked just for him and prepared by her own hands and caring nature.

"I don't know what to do." He leaned back on his chair with a heavy sigh.

"I'm so confused." Lemy propped both elbows on the table and covered up his face, "I bet you are too."

Later That Afternoon...

Lincoln pulled out some weeds that had been infesting his flowers out in the backyard. The little bastards had a bad habit of sprouting out in different locations all the time. He is going to have to purchase a stronger weed killer next time he's at the store. This alternative one was not cutting, so much for saving a few dollars on said purchase. Lynn would give him shit for being so cheap, but he wasn't, he just preferred to wisely manage his bank account is all. Other than his gardening he needed to finish writing that new script for Tuesday's meeting with the editor. Hopefully the boss man went with his idea instead of that damn Jacob's, the guy wasn't as great a writer as Lincoln, but that silver tongue of his always found its way. Who knew that having a career as a cartoonist came with rivalries and workaholic bosses?As he pulled out more intruders from the small family garden a figure approached him from behind.

"Dad can we talk?"

"Oh?" Lincoln turned his head around too see Lyra standing in place.

"Sure honey." He got up from his knees and wiped any dirt away from his pants, "What is it?"

"Just feel like talking is all." Lyra asked.

Going back inside the house both adults sat in the couch together. It was always great to talk to his kids. Hear out their thoughts and problems, having the chance to just spend time with them all is one of the great virtues of being a father that Lincoln loved the most. Right now his eldest child just needed someone to talk to, having missed out the last four years of her life he was all ears from her alone.

"So what's happening?"

"I've been wondering...about Lemy?" Lyra wondered out loud.

Oh boy He thought. Already expecting this sooner or later, Lincoln could only serve as a mediator between the two now.

"What about?"

"It's just... there's nothing wrong... it's just...uh!" Lyra pinched the top of her nose in frustration.

Lincoln placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, it's okay. Just take it slow. Is there something wrong with your brother?"

"No! He's been so wonderful to me. He's so caring and patient around me, always worried if I drop my smile and speaking words that can make me laugh with ease. Lemy is such an amazing guy, I can't believe that he is my brother at times." Lyra sighed, a blissful smile on her.

"...Okay?" Lincoln didn't expect such a deep assessment of his son like that, but hey better that than any negative or hateful words from any of his kids against each other as an alternative.

"W-well I...I... it's been bugging me since yesterday about...well how... things are between us...?" She anxiously told him.

"What do you mean by that sweetie? As far as I can tell he's thrilled to have you back and so do you as you just expressed." Lincoln said.

"Dad...I praised Lemy for being a great person towards me. I didn't say I felt the same way about... coming back home, you get?" Lyra lowered her voice.

He frowned to that, hearing his daughter speak with such dejected tone was not to his liking. She wasn't happy to return home? Then again, so much time had passed. It must feel so bizarre to return to a place you left long ago. He did not expect to hear that from her, but now that they were hear together he needed to support her in anyway he could and hearing her out is the best way to start.

"Why do you say that Lyra? Come, talk to your old man. Is it because of how much time had passed that you felt ashamed in a way to show your face to your family again?" Lincoln asked her, trying to find an accurate answer to his daughter's concerns.

"I... why doesn't Lemy hate me?" Lyra asked Lincoln.

"What?" Lincoln jolted in surprise, not the answer he was expecting either.

"Why is he being so nice to me?" Lyra tentatively asked her father whom quietly listened, "I left and...I hurt him, I know I did. I was happy to see him again, but during the entire flight...I was so scared, so nervous about how he would react once I was there. I missed him so much and I know...I know that I could have called him anytime, yet I didn't. I didn't..."

Lyra took a breather before continuing, "Dad please tell me...does Lemy feel any resentment towards me?"

Lincoln placed his hand on hers and warmly smiled at her, "Lyra, he never stopped loving you."

Lyra's eyes swelled up with water at hearing said words. Lincoln knew that there would be issues on both sides, hearing them come from Lyra first was interesting, but regardless he was here and she needed someone to tell her what she needs to know. He wished that Luna was here, for Lyra needed both her parents for such intimate moments like this, but his rockstar wife wouldn't be back just yet. He's doing a great job right now anyhow.

"Yes, Lemy was upset, sad and confused as to why you never came by to simply visit or even call, something men and everyone else has been wondering too, but to the main point, no, he has never hated you. He wanted nothing more than to see you again. That has been his only wish for the last four years. Now that you're here, he has been more happier than anything that your mother and I have been capable of getting out of him. He loves you." Every word came directly form Lincoln's heart.

Lyra had a single tear on her face and her chest rose up and down with quickness, his words having a great affect on her emotions. She hugged him and he reciprocated. Leaning on to him, Lyra allowed herself to rest on top of his chest as she smiled on with joy. Lincoln kindly patted her on the back, happy to be there for her and help her out with this insecurity of hers. He felt confident that this pep talk of theirs could fix things between Lemy and Lyra now. It was now up to Lyra to built that same confidence she had with him and personally talk to Lemy and put this all to rest.

"Thanks dad...I love him too."

Monday Afternoon...

"Mr. Loud, It's come to my attention that your grades have been going down as of late. I fear that you may fail the first semester and would have to repeat some classes for the second semester of this keeps going on."

Lemy sat in the front row, just him and the teacher discussing his flunking grades for Mathematics class. He should have seen it coming, he had been slacking off lately. Most of it being homework that he failed to complete or even turn in at all. Occasionally he would fail those damn pop quizzes that he very much hated. It's math, what else can he say, that bloody subject has always been his academic arch nemesis and will surely continue to be until he graduates, hopefully by a lucky long shot at this point. What made this much more stressfully obnoxious for him was that this talk was happening exactly on the a Monday. Perfect time to choose to have this talk teach, now he has to deal with that pressure for the rest of the whole school week until he gets to breath again on Saturday.

"Algebra is hard teach, I ain't no prodigy." Lemy defended himself.

"Ten years of teaching and many variations of that line to know that it is the ultimate excuse for you kids. Everybody can learn, you need to out your back into it, that simple." His teacher placed down his papers and leaned back on his chair, "I'm going to have to put you for Saturday morning lectures if your grades don't improve."

"...fuck." Lemy muttered.

Outside Lacy waited for her brother. He had promised to accompany her home. Not that she needed a guide or protection, after all she's the daughter of Lynn Loud Jr. just as tough and dangerous as her mother, both in genetics and martial arts training. No, the truth was that she wanted to have an honest conversation with him regarding their sister Lyra. Right now she waited by the school entrance with soccer ball in hand practicing her kicks. After a few minutes had passed by, he finally made his grand appearance from the dark doors of academic hell. Shoulders slumped and scowl in place, she knew what was up.

"Which class was it?" She asked as he got closer to her.

"I swear, Mr. Packer wants my blood!" He quickly stopped in front of her and looked to the sky with frustration, "They all do Lacy, picking on the weak!"

"You are not weak, you're just a damn slacker is all." Lacy pointed it out.

"Touché" He humbly agreed.

Lacy rolled her eyes and kicked him in the shin of his leg. He never took his education seriously. Too focused on rock music and other pointless endeavors to bother giving his all into the studies, she wished he would at least use half of his brain power to do and then in hai homework, but no. Now she wasn't a whiz kid by any means, but her high scores mattered if she was to continue on the soccer team. She's still in high school and getting top grades is the only way to get out of here and get picked up by a recruiter for college, that's why she actually tried. Lemy just needed the right help because all the punches to the head may have immobilized his learning capabilities. Then again Lyra is back in town.

"You know...Lyra can help you out with your homework. She's what now, a senior in university? Maybe she can help your dumb, hopeless ass." Lacy recommended.

"That's too embarrassing..." Lemy scratched his head as he thought about it.

"Embarrassing because Lyra still has to lecture you as a child or...?" Lacy and Lemy had started walking home as the conversation carried on.

"Or...what?" He noted.

"I don't know. Maybe you might get a boner from being alone in a room with her?" She shrugged.

"Lacy!" Lemy looked at her with utter shock.

His sister kept on walking, but not without giving him a sly grin back. He felt flabbergasted at the word that had left her actual mouth. That's the last thing he wants to happen. He can't handle the thought of doing anything inappropriate to her at all, damn that dream and damn his fucking impulses of having daily consensual sex with his other two sisters for making him feel this way! It just occurred to him that Lacy of all people asked him that question.

"W-why would you s...say that?" Lemy stuttered, actually fearful that someone had seen through him and knew his inner thoughts.

"Lyra is a beautiful girl...well, a beautiful woman to be exact. I... don't blame you if she's caught your eye." She responded back.

"Lupa and I are still young, but... we're still kids. She's...w...well you know...the total babe package and...such." She explained.

The way she said it caught his attention. Was she jealous of Lyra? But they're all sisters he didn't understood it at first, but a simple question on his behalf couldn't hurt.

"Lacy... you're awesome too. None of us can ever accomplish all the achievements you have single handedly done. Hell, you are the greatest athlete in all of town! Besides I've had you both for the longest, I'm not going to toss any of you aside." He walked up to her and held her hand.

"Hey...I don't hate her." Lacy gave her brother a reassuring smile, "She's so great to be around with. Lupa is still being very bitchy to her, but I enjoy her company very much. The thing is... I'm happy to see you be with her again, it's just...how do you really feel about her?"

Lemy's mouth was open, but he said nothing to her. Ignored? Since Lyra returned he has been over the moon about her. Has he been glossing over her to the point that his other sisters genuinely believe that he may have a crush on her? Lacy claimed to not feel any jealousy whatsoever, then again there's always a first for everything. What he shares with the Lacy and Lupa has no strings attached for their familial bonds are strong enough to go any further. What he was feeling for Lyra definitely had many feelings attached however. He felt terrible, he loves them all equally, but Lyra..has definitely infested his mind lately and her aura was getting stronger towards him.

"I love her...I love Lyra, but I can't see myself doing such things with her. I...just can't Lacy. She's...I don't know how to explain it, but thinking about it just sours my mood. It's like... she's pure in my eyes I suppose?" Lemy guessed.

"I guess its still to early to tell." Lacy shrugged before turning back to him, "In the meantime, want to have some fun?"

Lemy hugged her from behind and whispered to her ear, "With pleasure my babe."

Back Home...

Lyra hated being a slouch thus she had spend the whole day cleaning out the house. From mopping to dishwashing and cleaning each room individually she kept herself busy. Once all tasks had been completed she exited the last room and headed down stairs foe a break. She came across Lemy's room and her entire body just halted. Carefully looking at the door she cautiously face it as if something terrible awaited her on the other side. Biting her lip and playing with her hands, Lyra approached the door and slowly extended her hand to the doorknob. She had purposely skipped his and cleaned the other's. Why? She had no idea, but the actual idea of being alone in his room was enough to make her avoid it like a plague. Right now however her curiosity was eagerly pushing her forward. What was she expecting to find? Lemy's room was messy and full of rock n roll memorabilia. It's not like he was hiding anything illegal, god she hoped he wasn't.

The door clicked and in her face came into view. He's room looked exactly the same as the first time she entered.

"Oh come on Lemy, clean up a little!" She rolled her eyes at the messy room.

"He's quite neglectful of his duties."

"Ahh!" Lyra squeaked and shut the door.

Turning around Aunt Lucy only greeted her with a single sigh, too accustomed at this point to ever care. As she had thought, her niece was snooping around her brother's room and the hesitation throughout her body furthered a hypothesis she had been building up. Since it just the two of them for she would get the chance to talk to her now.

"My dear niece. I wish to have a talk with you." Her voice as monotonous as usual.

"S-sure?" Lyra said.

Somewhere...

Lacy panted hard as his hands explored her exposed chest. Pinching her erect nipples with excitement as his cold body pressed onto her already warmed one. He licked and bit her ear as she gave out a shaky gasp of air. Turning her head around she kissed his brother who stood behind her and lowered her shorts down to her ankles.

Lucky for them both the house the currently occupied was empty. Long vacant this crumbling antique was a popular spot for teenagers to hangout at. Wether it be for drinking, partying and the most popular one: a private session of lovemaking this was the place to be.

"Hey, quit biting my lips." Lemy snickered.

"Lupa does it too." She kissed him again.

"Like she listens to anybody."

lowers her panties, the cool air brought a shiver to her already moist clit for it was begging for the party to commence. Lemy lowered his hand and gently rubbed. Lacy let out a whimper of glee as her brother worked his fingers inside of her. Her climax was building up and she leaned on the door frame for better balance. Feeling her wet enough Lemy unzipped his pants and exposed his throbbing penis for her to feel against her ass.

"Alright." Lemy guided his big friend into her welcoming hole and slowly went all the way inside.

"Mmph!" both of them grunted, best sensation ever and forever.

Now connected he slowly began to thrust himself into her, putting one hand on her shoulder and another on her waist. The only sounds in that abandoned house was their lustful groans and there sweating bodies collided together. Lacy closed her eyes and for her part grinded herself further into him, very much loving the way he worked her over. Lemy didn't hold back anymore and went deeper and faster. Her ass clapped against his hips as he picked dup his momentum. Lacy had her mouth open and stared at the ceiling, clearly seeing stars for Lemy knew how to pleasure a female. His tip was punching her womb and she loved it all. Her hands gripped on the wall, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she adding. If she had the full strength of a professional strongman she was certain to have shattered that frame with ease.

"Fuck, fuck...harder! Fuck Lemy! Fuck me harder!" Lacy begged as her entire body was now a sweating mess.

"Damn...fuck...Lac... I love your pussy!" Lemy blissfully said.

"It's yours! Use me!" She begged again.

He grabbed her form the chin and kissed her deeply. Her tongue found it's way inside his mouth eager for a wrestling match as he complied. As they went on the climax was ready to launch. His load was ready to burst and he picked up his speed even more than before. Moving his head back he leaned it backwards to enjoy the sex the were having, that they always had. Looking back he focused on her body, hugging the wall and her short gasps escaping her. He saw her hair and at that moment he saw the hair of someone else. From behind he saw her and the lustful pleas were in her voice as well. Lemy imagined this and moved forward to and hugged her tightly as his final thrusts were given.

"Ly...Lyra! Fuck yes, Lyra!" He said her name.

At that moment his seed sprouted inside Lacy and both had achieved their respective orgasms. As their high came down, Lacy panted hard, her legs wobbling, but her vagina fully fed. He pulled out and Lacy shuddered as it's warmth exited her clenching tunnel. Despite feeling exhausted, she too had heard him. He said her name, said it just as he came inside of her. As much as she wanted to stay put and relax from this good fucking she turned around and leaned on the wall. Lemy had gone to the opposite side of the room and was slumped down on the floor. His head down and dick back in his pants. He didn't say a word just sat there with his arms resting on his knees. He had a look of absolute disappointment and shame. She didn't know if he would start yelling in anger or cry in frustration. She knew why he was like this.

"Lemy?" She lifted up her underwear and shorts.

No response as he kept starring at the floor. Lacy tried to walk towards him, but instead found herself crawling on all fours. Reaching up to him she saw the pain in his face. He felt mortified at what he had done. Lacy had a feeling, but now after witnessing it she knew and he couldn't deny it either.

"Hey, it's okay." Lacy got on her knees and used her hands to place his head to her chest, "We'll figure it out. Please don't hate yourself, I'm here for you. Whatever you need or feel I'm here for you."

Lemy embraced her kind words and hugged her back. He wasn't no longer confused, he understood and it brought a wave of despair to him to know that this is how he feels towards Lyra. At the moment all he could do was close his eyes and rest. Things just got more difficult between the two of them.