Pheromones
Lincoln Loud always made time for each of his sisters hobbies. It could be having a tea party with Lola or being Leni's mannequin and all the in-between. The one sister that exhausted him was Lynn, but, he did not mind because it made her happy when he agreed to be whatever she needed him to, depending on the sport. Sure he would be sore all over the next day but that's what a brother does, he makes his sisters happy. Well… that was half of the reason at least. What he did not want Lynn to know is that he loved how she smelled during and after their physical activities. He inwardly berated himself almost every time they indulged in any sport but because he was on the cusp of puberty, he was pretty much at the mercy of his hormones. He felt guilty at first, (I mean, who the heck likes how their sister smells, right?) but he could not stop desiring her scent after a little rough and tumble. Wrestling with her was his favourite activity. He knew he had no hope of beating her but that was fine because it involved close contact and he took every opportunity to sneakily catch a whiff.
It was a regular Saturday. Lincoln was woken up around ten in the morning by his sisters creating their own versions of havoc around the house. His immediate thought was hoping that Lynn needed him to practice with him for an upcoming tournament or try outs of some kind, he did not care just as long as he could be close to her. After donning his usual orange polo shirt and jeans once he fully awoke, he skilfully avoided his many sisters shenanigans as he made a beeline for the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. He usually showered when he awoke but because it was so late in the morning he knew there would be no hot water for him. He knew all too well that it was first come, first served in the loud house. He planned to spray his pits with deodorant but sharing a house with ten sisters basically meant that he was not entitled to any space for manly bathroom products.
"I'm sure I had a little can around here somewhere…" he mumbled as he searched through the myriad perfumes and lotions.
Unsurprisingly, he was not successful in finding the can. He sighed in defeat before lifting his arm and sniffing his hairless armpit. He did not stink but he was not as fresh as a daisy either.
"Meh, what's one more day without soap?" he shrugged.
The moment he opened the bathroom door Lynn's grinning face greeted him and before he had time to react she grabbed his forearm and practically dragged him to her room.
"L-Lynn, what the heck?!"
"C'mon stinkoln, I need your help!" she beamed as she threw him into her room and shut the door.
"Wh-What do need my help for?" he stuttered.
"What do ya think?! I have a history test coming up and if I don't ace it I'll have to do extra lessons which will seriously cut into my P.E time!"
The white haired boy did not know what to say at first. He just let his older sister force him to sit on the side of her bed as she searched the bedside cabinet for her neglected history book.
"Why don't you go to Lisa?"
"She's trying to teach Leni the seven times table so she won't be available for at least three years"
Lincoln barely managed to supress his laughter. He knew it was a dig at his ditzy older sister but it was not much of an exaggeration.
"What makes you think I'm good at history?"
"Oh please, did you really think that any of us listened to you when you told us to stay away from you and that sexy British guy? We were right outside your door just so we could hear his voice. My shorts got so wet!" she laughed.
"EWW, gross Lynn!" he remarked, trying his best to sound disgusted.
"Hah, come on Linc, it's not like you don't wank when you're horny" she grinned before punching him on the shoulder.
"I…I don't know what you're talking about!" the boy tried to yell whilst turning his blushing face away from her.
Lynn really did want to tease him further but she did have to ace her test otherwise she could kiss her extra basketball practice goodbye! Even though it was incredibly difficult to stop herself from tormenting him further she somehow supressed the desire. She could always tease him later.
He was acting so cute, turning his red face away from her wicked grin as he rubbed his shoulder. Suddenly, something primal awoke within her and the thought of slamming her lips against his made her quiver slightly. The jock forced herself to come back to earth by shaking her head rapidly before shoving her history book against his chest.
"Okay, test me!" she blurted.
"Uhh, before I do, what part of history do you need to learn?"
"Hm…something to do with some old king from England…?" she shrugged.
"Lynn…there were loads of kings from England…didn't you pay attention in class?"
His sporty sister just stared at him and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Can you at least tell me the century?"
She laid on her bed and placed her socked feet in his lap whilst she tried her best to remember what her teacher had said but it just sounded like a trombone parping every time she opened her mouth.
"How the heck should I know?"
"Well how am I supposed to help you if you don't even know what you have to learn!" the boy said in an aggravated tone.
Her body began to feel hot because she did not have a decent answer and her little brother furrowing his eyebrows at her did not help, in fact, it made her feel even more peeved. Without warning, she kicked the book from his hands and gave into her desire to wrestle because she knew she was better than him at that at least. Before he could react, she grabbed his right wrist and pressed his face against her left foot as she wrapped her right leg around the back of his neck and locked the hold tight. The boy flailed his free arm in surprise before planting his palm on her bed and tried to pull himself free but her leg lock was too strong.
"Hahaha, does it smell like defeat stickoln?" she laughed, keeping the leg lock in place.
Lynn continued to laugh as she wiggled her socked toes across her little brother's nose. His flimsy arm desperately tried to pluck itself from her vice like grip but it was no use. She felt a slight tinge of guilt because she had not changed her socks for at least three days even though she played hockey and basketball amongst other sports but she was enjoying herself too much.
"S-Stop…p-please..." her little brother uttered, struggling with all his might.
The sadistic and playful side of her ignored his pleas so she continued to bring her muscular calve down onto the back of his neck so his nose pressed even deeper into her foot and between her toes. Lynn planned to ease up after another thirty seconds or so of torture but before she was willing to release the leg lock, she heard him whimper quietly whilst his skinny frame shuddered violently . Suddenly, his frail body went limp and she instantly panicked.
"Lincoln…?" she said as she tapped her foot against the back of his head.
When there was no response she quickly released the leg lock and turned him on to its back so they could be face to face. The older sister expected him to be unconscious because this situation had happened before during martial arts training but she was met with his angelic face scrunched up and streaming tears.
"L-lincoln…I didn't hurt you that bad did I…?" she said, chuckling nervously.
The boy seriously tried to comfort her but his shame was to great. He quickly crawled off of her bed and ran to his room holding his crotch. When Lynn heard his bedroom door slam shut quietly cursed her behaviour.
Lincolns room
The white haired boy crawled into his bed fully clothed and wrapped his arms around Bun-Bun as he wept uncontrollably.
"I…I'm such a scumbag…" he wheezed into his childhood toy's ear.
He wanted to continue to tell the white rabbit how awful he was but Bun-Bun did not deserve to hear such thoughts. Lincoln got on his hands and knees underneath the covers and sobbed quietly. Eventually he regained enough composure to remove his jeans so he could slip off his underwear that he soiled in Lynn's room. He glanced down at the semen oozing into the fabric before slipping them underneath his mattress in disgust.
"How can I justify this…?" he whispered to himself before putting on a fresh pair of underwear and crawled back into his bed with Bun-Bun. The white bunny did not care why the tears fell, he was just happy to absorb them. That was part of his job after all.
Lucy and Lynns room
After her little brother ran out of the room in tears, Lynn became riddled with guilt.
"I didn't mean to hurt him…am I really that rough…?"
The jock squeezed her right hand tightly and punched the wall with all her might, bits of plaster peeled away and shooting pain rushed through her knuckles. She cradled her sore hand with the other as she tried to think of how to rectify her mistake. Lynn knew that she was not the brightest mind within the Loud house but she had to think of something. If she went to her older sisters for advice then it would not mean anything.
"Forget this!" the girl yelled as she stood up.
Actions always spoke louder than words and Lynn Loud Jr definitely favoured action.
Unsure but determined, she quickly left her room and headed to Lincoln's door.
"Lincoln…?" she knocked as she asked in a timid tone.
There was no immediate response so she continued to knock. Still nothing. Trying her best not to get agitated, she pressed her ear against the door instead of following her instinct to break it down. The girl heard quiet sobbing.
There is a rule their parents laid down years ago and that was to respect each other's privacy by knocking on the bedroom doors before entering because none of them had a lock (apart from Lori and Leni's room) after the oldest installed a keypad. She remembered the rule and she gave enough notice by knocking more than a few times and because there was no response she had made up her mind to open his door.
"…Lincoln…?" she asked gently as she peeked her head inside his room.
There was no response but she did notice a trembling mound underneath the covers so she let herself in and sat on his bedside after closing the door. Lynn reluctantly placed a gentle hand on what she assumed was his back underneath the covers.
"I…I'm really sorry that I hurt you…"
She started to stroke his back but to her dismay he shrugged her hand away.
"…Lincoln…" she whispered quietly with a hint of remorse in her voice.
The sporty girl threw his covers over her body because he refused to respond and before he could complain she pulled him into an almost crushing hug.
"I…I'm really, really sorry" she said as she pulled his back against her budding chest.
At first, he tried to release himself from her grip but he quickly realised that he had no hope of escaping.
"I said I'm sorry Lincoln…" she whispered as rare tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
The boy willingly succumbed to her strength and allowed his sister to tighten her hug.
"I-I'm the one that sh-should be sorry…" he continued to cry. His tears trickled down his freckled cheeks onto her forearm resting underneath his neck.
"What the heck are you talking about stinkoln?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
The white haired boy stayed silent apart from his occasional sobs.
"I…I didn't mean to…" he managed to utter.
"Didn't mean to what…?"
"W-wasn't it obvious?"
Lynn tried to think but nothing came to mind.
"What do you mean?"
"…you really didn't notice…?"
"Notice what?!" she replied in a raised tone that she instantly regretted because she felt him flinch.
"I…you…made me cum…" he whispered between sobs.
Lynn's eyes widened almost to the size of dinner plates. That was the last thing she expected her little brother to say. He placed his hands over his face and continued to weep. The girl did not know what to say or do for a moment. She had always thought her little brother was incredibly cute and often had wet dreams that about him mounting her.
"W-Well…what if I said that…that…you made me…feel the same way?"
The boy stayed silent for a moment apart from sniffling until he turned around to face his older sister.
"Wh…what…?"
Lynn quickly avoided his gaze. She felt vulnerable which she despised but she could not deny the fact that Lincoln made her feel things that should have made her gag but instead, she craved.