Siege of Hearts

by D4rK Sid3

It all began with an innocent look that soared the sporty girl and the man with the plan down a path not meant for them to take together, searing their hearts under siege. LynnColn

2. Little Things

A/N: This chapter came faster than I anticipated, enjoy it…it gets kinda heavy at the end.

Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and I do not make any money writing this fic.

Summary: It all began with an innocent look that soared the sporty girl and the man with the plan down a path not meant for them to take together, searing their hearts under siege. LynnColn

A Siege of Hearts

Chapter 2

Little Things.

The evening bleeds along between family and friends, telling stories of the past, exchanging jokes and laughing through the night. It's the middle of the summer so Lincoln is not in hurry and happily sits there basking in the presence of his family and friends. There is that delicious cake…which Lynn tried to feed it through his cheeks but after a while his annoyance drained into amusement at her antics, rather Luan was annoyed that she decided to make a titanic effort to hold any misbehaving away from Lincoln's birthday party yet Lynn didn't held back. After eating, Bobby brought with him a final surprise, given his South American origins; his mom had prepared a flan of soft yellow custard with caramel on top. The twins had gorged on it shaking from the sugar rush and even Leni who was quite careful on what she ate to maintain her figure ate a vast sample. Lynn naturally was like a war horse, with her untold pool of energy, her body burned everything that went down her stomach. Everyone loved the dessert and appreciated the young adult company all together and perhaps the best addition that ever happened to their family.

Clyde sadly was the very first to go, as cool as his parents were, they had him on a short leash and his curfew was strictly monitored by them. Lincoln would remember to pass more time with Howard and Harold to show his appreciation for Clyde's friendship and company over the years. He felt no ill intent to them and fully accepted them regardless if society at this time and age did not. He really like them, as strict as they were, both where incredible men in their own regard but sadly, sometimes he thought that some of their quirk behavior rubbed the wrong way with Clyde, especially with all his…allergies and over safety over the most minor things such as climbing a tree that for some odd reason the red haired man was always so terrified of everything that surrounded his son, but happily brushed it off when his husband spent time with him, regardless if there was a hot trail of magma behind him.

His older sister and Bobby had a long way to go back to Portland, at nine o clock, they left with a teary goodbye; the couple took off in Bobby's beat up Honda and rode away in the dark. It was past ten when their mother holding a sleepy Lily, decided to send the youngsters to bed, out of habit, they protested but their eyes were flickering to a close and the battle was won swiftly. His dad watched them go with a smirk, then turned to his son giving him a thumbs up. Curiously enough he approach him and whispered in his ear that THERE was ONE more present to him but it would be in the privacy of his room at early in the morning. Lincoln scrunched his eyebrows and said nothing, instead hugging his dad patting his back and with a final smile, his dad turned in as he worked on the upcoming day, Saturday.

Luan was the next to go; without a numerous crowd she felt that her audience had gone to bed and so did she. Soon it was just Luna, Lynn and Lincoln gathered on the table. The musician had whipped her own guitar from upstairs and the white haired boy with his new gift started to play with her.

Adding to the fun, Lynn made up disgusting songs about the nastiest things she could think, her voice cracking, singing nasally for extra fun and Luna could barely contain her fingers in the strings, instead shoving them against her stomach laughing and trying not to make too much noise. Lincoln wasn't fairing any better snorting with laughter.

It was past midnight when they felt the weight of sleepiness creeping in at the edge of their eyes. Their sisters helped him to load his presents upstairs, down the hallway and into his room, oddly he didn't know what to do with Lisa's present, so he just chugged it into his desk. Luna hugged him, wishing him once more a happy birthday and he was elated still by the song she wrote just for him. Soon after she left closing the door behind her, Lincoln and Lynn found themselves alone.

The boy looked at his sister, smiling tiredly and she smiled in return. There was so much that she wanted to tell him, so much to convene in the mere minutes they been standing on the floor but nothing came. Expressing herself had never been easy, she was a do-to-do girl and words seemed to evaporate from her head. Instead she did the thing that felt more adequate to show her affection.

She punched him on the arm and he hissed annoyingly rubbing the offensive spot, throwing her a look to which she smirked at.

"Two for flinching"

And as he prepared to bolt down to the other side of his small room, he felt the oddest sensation on his cheek. It was a soft wet and warm sensation that seemed to heat him head to toe sending electricity down his spine. He turned around completely confused at the sensation and she was just there in his personal space, having cut the distance to do it again with her lips puckered.

She kissed his cheek and smiled as his cheeks exploded with red, turning around rapidly so he wouldn't see how the very same sensation coursed through her body and for good measure, pushing him blindly to his bed with her stretched palm.

Lincoln still blushing heavily, about to demand an explanation when she looked over her shoulder. He could see the grin tugged at her lips missing the edge of her cheek where her blush continued spreading through her body awakening sensations that were supposed to stay unfamiliar to her and wondering why would she do that, after all annoying her brother to death was her way of showing her care for him but today, today had been special and for reasons she couldn't fathom her body betrayed her thoughts and moved on its own.

"Whatcha doing tomorrow?" She asked racking her brain why she was still being so PUSHY for his attention more than usual, after all, she didn't want to hint any strange attempts from her and especially her family WOULD never EVER find about this, she was still on disbelief still.

The white haired boy tilted his head.

"Uh, well, Clyde's dads and he invited me to the new carnival they opened down town for the season. But that's not until night time and I don't know, dad wants to give me something in the morning and then I guess, play with my new presents. Why?" He was again completely confused; usually by now after asking that question, she would AGAIN ask...no...DEMAND that he played a sport with her rather than spending on his own time enjoying his summer to the fullest and when he bluntly refused she would put on this puppy pout that made his heart to melt and immediately accept and drag him to the field of pain.

But that was not who he was and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he something thought himself a masochist since no matter what his sisters needed, no matter how small, no matter if it was going to launch him to the stratosphere, he could never say no to them, especially Lynn.

Resigning himself for another dose of a bleeding nose, pelts and dirt all over his body he crossed his arms waiting for what she had to say.

"I was thinking if you wanted to check out the Wadhams Avoca trail. There's some badass train tracks and they say that sometimes, you can hear the ghosts of derailment that happened a century ago, howling into the wind"

He shuddered.

"You sure that's not more of a Lu's department?"

She snorted. "I thought you were Mr. Ghost Buster here but nah, Miss Morticia wouldn't be able to walk 13 miles of rugged terrain uphill with a bike or without one...so whatdaya say? Or you going chicken shit on me squirt?"

He snorted. "Squirt? Ooooh, tough cookie, 'sides, I'm taller than you stupid" And it was true, right now he towered an inch over her.

His challenge was immediately answered as she jammed a finger on his stomach.

"Yeah but you're tough as Bun-Bun sitting on the bed, plushy muscles"

He grunted murdering her with a look and slapping her finger off his chest.

"I'll show you who's weak and when you're puking your breakfasts off the trail, I will laugh my ass off"

She grinned. "That's if your ass ain't off the river with your clumsy cheeks waving goodbye"

They both glared each other with a look before laughing together smiling widely.

"Ok Lynn, I'll see if mom can let us take the bus to the trail after I see what dad wants"

The sporty girl smiled. "Sure, bring the camera, we'll have lotsa fun. Night Linc" She turned to leave sending another warm smile in his direction.

As she turned to leave, Lincoln was transfixed on her form...maybe she should wear looser clothes. For a moment he thought that her curves were delightfully swinging from side to side, enticing him to look down at her…but he crushed that feeling immediately blaming puberty for it, feeling disgusted with himself. With a sigh, he removed his clothes soon standing only on his red lucky briefs turning off the lights and getting comfortable on his bed.

With the promise of a good day ahead of him, sleep came easy for the white haired boy, a grin tugged at his lips, his mind lost itself in dreams.

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As the night progressed further increasing its murky folds across the earth, the bright moon light awoke Lynn from her sleep, grunting at the colossal effort that it took her body just to turn to her left against her sheets to look at the clock of her nightstand between Lucy's bed and hers; her gaze flickered unfocused then squinting her eyes once more at the digits that seemed to elude her but at last she could read the clock, the red digits read that it was just past 3 in the morning, a sigh escaped her as she went still. She blinked slowly, stupidly staring at the wall where she usually bounced her ball; she turned, facing once more the darkened wall but sleep didn't come easily. She slept again and woke up ten minutes later, slapping her hand on her bed bouncing slightly; she swung her legs on the floor, her naked feet tapping the floor before she propelled forward slowly opening the door to her room. Stealing a last look to Lucy just to see if she woke up with the noise she was making but she slept through it…she really slept like a corpse. Swallowing a shudder that went through her body she closed the door making her way downstairs creeping around downstairs and sitting on the couch facing the TV but she did not turned on, instead her eyes danced on the hallway that led to the main door.

It was littered with family pictures from all ages. Memories came with each one of them making her hum in appreciation for a good life and good opportunities if you were willing to fight for them. She smiled at some of the images that Lincoln had saved from the computer crash some time ago, she still had a couple on physical that never bothered to give back to him, but it was her little secret that she kept the one where they shared a bath all those years ago…for now her gaze fell on one of the most recent acquisition of the wall of memories, it was a picture of Lori and Bobby that was taken last month in the parking lot of a pizzeria to celebrate her acceptance in her university; her mom had taken it when she saw them getting off the restaurant from their celebration date, consequently coming back from the photo store to rescan the physical pictures to a diskette. They looked embarrassed and so happy and now, she was gone with him.

Lynn knew why she was wide awake. When Lori went away she was rattled to a reality that she did not want to face. Everyone was growing up and just yesterday was her younger brother's birthday. She was 14 years old and the future terrified her. Sure, give her a football and tell her to make a mad dash through the 100 yarders against 7 foot professional players and she would do it and kick their asses. Sports were her way of life but what people did not know it was also to cover her short comings and her insecurity. When her turn would came, what would she do? Sports? An athlete career was certainly appealing but she knew her way around that kind of world, it was a dog eat cat world, competition and rivalry went another notch and the stakes were always placed against you. If she failed in that type of world, what could she do? She wasn't artistically inclined like Leni or musically talented like Luna and certainly not a comedian like Luan, even though her jokes sucked hard, she knew how to entertain and study the audience to her advantage. Lucy was perhaps too young to think about such things, the twins were another case and Lisa was destined for great things and worldwide recognition.

So what of Lynn Loud? What would she do? She hated the fact that despite her growing body was defined and cut with muscles yet she lacked any training exercising her thinking muscle, often requiring Lisa's help for tutoring and to stay active in the many sports club she belonged to. She crossed her long legs on the couch Indian style swallowing a lump of lead down her stomach, her fingers lazily stroking the soft texture of the couch thinking again what could she do but nothing came and now her mind was assaulted with a vision of her future working in a grease joint as a fast food worker, overweight and alone. She stomped her hands across her mouth and screamed in frustration.

In the field and in her house she was Mother Fucking Lynn Loud, but inside of her mind, she was a scared little kitten too proud to even discuss her fear of time itself with anybody…even him. To top all her worries, her feelings towards her little brother were slowly shifting into something strange beyond siblinghood since Lincoln, always the gentle soul he was, took her to a dance last fall since everyone was too scared of her or as they said…she was too intense to date. The boy…goddamn it, the MAN took it upon himself to sacrifice his Friday night and his precious free time to take her to the dance; despite being extremely embarrassed and teased endlessly by his peers and by the way he looked at her all dolled up courtesy of Leni and Lori did not help matters…she would never forget the expression of wonder that passed his face when he saw her with her hair done in a bun, dark red dress and polished black heels, in a barely audible voice he told her that she looked beautiful. At the dance she suddenly felt self-conscious for the first time in her life. But once she loosened up and lost her edge she started to have a wonderful time with him, talking and making fun of the other dancers and how nervous they were, making kissy faces at them and purposely imitating those who took a step and dared to try and kiss their date only ending in disaster when they couldn't take their teasing and their laughter. That night ended with a kiss on his cheek and a deliciously warm hug that made her recoil on the couch.

Lynn struggled to understand these emotions and found herself more confused than ever having no experience whatsoever in them other than a random crush here and there but this was something entirely different. It was deeper and so far gone that her whole life was flipped upside dow and she didn't like it one bit.

It hadn't been the only time that she sat down at the couch at these ungodly hours of the night, thinking, with the same questions in her mind and maybe tomorrow with Lincoln's she could reveal what had been bothering her, but never to reveal the whole truth, after all, girls had to possess some secrets and this was not meant to ever be heard by anybody; just thinking about it sent a glint of pain in her chest. The short tug of her lips quickly blossomed into a deep smile as her thoughts came back to him then back again to a frown, that was also a new oddity to her life which seemed to have been simple, her thoughts were slowly turning to him all day long and not even the pull of the soccer field and the breeze could top it off. She could not think of anything else than her dear younger brother, confused as she was she had noticed changes on him with the ripe of a new year. His voice was a little deeper, she sees his cheekbones and jawline are starting to emerge, his arms had gained some muscle mass, defining the skin sacks that used to be deflated arms and replaced with growing triceps and biceps, his stomach was more defined but his blue eyed had changed into something…warmer when she gazed at them.

A shiver went through her spine once more rattling her teeth; it was completely disgusting to ogle your brother, but to also peek at his growing body? Yet she felt proud because thanks to her seeking him out for some sporty goodness, he was finally seeing the results of messing around with him, the thought did not deter the feeling of disgust she felt at herself. She sighed eyeing the closed next to the main door. An unknown feeling of fear tugged at the very depths of her mind, rattling her to the core and with a deep realization she realized how serious this was to her. Another image of HIM came again, this time from the time he helped dad to move some things for storage at the shed, requiring some heavy lifting and he had taken his orange polo shirt off and then bend to pick up a box and saw his back muscles starting to shed beneath his skin and bulging, droplets of sweat running down the contour of his back and disappearing into his...

She shot out off the couch panting hard with uncertainty, her loins suddenly aflame. As much as she HATED to do this, a jog would immediately clear her head, falling into her old habits. Dashing towards the closet, she quickly took her gym back and rams the zipper home pulling her spare clothes. Pulling out her long top and throwing it aside she put on her jersey and thrusting her red shorts up, panting and aching to get a sweat going, she jammed her socks on, sliding some knee straps that had become part of her sports gear earlier this year; putting on her hair scrunchy she finished getting her black and white running shoes on. Tapping the floor for assurance that they were tight, she pulled a fanny pack with pepper spray, a medium sized folding knife and a plastic water bottle. She only put it on if she was going to jog in the middle of the night.

Taking a small breath she dropped to her knees doing twenty pushups in quick succession followed by cracking all the bones at her hips and snapping her neck sideways, with a satisfying pop she felt the familiar electricity building from her stomach and to the rest of her body as she did her usual pre-jog stretches, shaking with exhilaration and her energy seeping off her pores. Taking one last look at the house, she took her keys in her fanny pack and away she did go.

The pale moonlight was her only companion that crispy night but there was nothing better than to feel that breeze on her body as she picked up the pace down the street breathing nice and easy, blood pumping iron in her skin; the whole neighborhood was completely deserted and silent. She crossed to another street towards the Royal Woods Park and after a mile of steady running she reached it, immediately going faster on the 1.3 miles trail. A gush of wind met her at mid trail but it only served to pump more adrenaline into her body, grumbling she went faster doing the rest of the trail in less than 3 minutes and she went again, finishing the 1.3 miles in 6 minutes her internal clock informed her and again she went again through the track, her heart pumped harder, faster, stronger, her skin was crawling with cold sweat completely forgetting about everything, no thoughts about the future, no social problems at school, nor her grades and definitely not him.

Her inhibitions disappeared until it was just her, the track and the cold wind licking her skin. She didn't know how many laps she did but it took a while for her energy to leave her and burn off into the night sky. There was a feverish look in her eyes as she made another lap, her flesh and bone snapped within her muscles, arms tugged and unmoving and away she went again. A snarl was at her lips but she could not find peace. Her body was so accustomed to these rapid changes that it provided her with more energy than she ever could use. The signal to stop came from her very stomach, vomiting heavily at the side of the trail; she grunted wiping her hand angrily and spitting the remaining residues. She stopped to blow her nose and drink some water, gurgling and spitting before drinking the whole thing, refilling it and drinking some more.

She stopped in the middle of the track panting hard, puffs of smoke coming off her gasping mouth in the cold night, sweat running heavily from her body dripping to the cracked concrete below, yet still not quite winded. Breathing a big bulk of air she exhaled, relaxing her body and forcing her respiration to go down slowly, repeating the process until her unkempt breathing went down, her arms stretching in circular motions.

This was nothing.

She was more than used to this massive burn of her almost infinite energy and as her ragged breathing stabilized her mind centered on the plans for tomorrow with him. The invitation did not really meant anything special other than to spend time with him, honestly she wanted to enjoy the summer to the fullest and while she loved having all the time in the world to practice as many sports as she could, time was tight like a hangman noose. She wanted more time with her family and well, he was naturally included in that package. Blinking and passing a hand through her sweaty hair, Lynn breathed a sigh, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with them; the noisy twins, Lisa the smartass, the jokeless buffoon, the short haired rock star, Miss Darkness, the poop factory and the dimwitted but kindhearted blonde…yet the bliss of spending time with Lincoln was like a burning tire rolling down hill, going faster, leaving a hot trail in its wake until it reached ground with a hot splat. Her eyes widened as she felt secretion downstairs…and it wasn't sweat. Curious and looking around her, she slipped a trembling hand into her shorts, feelings her mound through the thin cotton panties. She groaned in a mixture of pain, shame and pleasure, burning at the pressure, pulsating and hot, as her fingers explored her neither regions unconsciously she thrusts into her own hand growling with a pleasured grunt.

Images assault her brain turning it into a hazy harem for her naughty thoughts. A silly smile drew on her face; her nipples were erect and sensitive poking against her training bra before she growled shaking her head and slapping at her own cheeks, withdrawing her hand now coated with her fluids. This was insanely ridiculous and maddening! Enraged, hot tears ran down her cheeks wiping them angrily with the back of her hand. She was Lynn Fucking Loud and she was not a weakling! These disgusting and revolting feelings were destroying her! Why she had like her dorky brother? Why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be her own brother? She hated herself for feeling this way.

She hissed through clenched teeth, her tights pressing together in an effort to stop the flow of her honey between her legs. If only she had bothered to listen to reason and how her heart beat faster at the thoughts of HIM, she would have realized the world of hurt she was digging herself into. She was soaked through. Lynn took another look at the track and took a deep breath that cut like glass. Ignoring the wetness inside her panties she took off running again.

It would be another hour of hard blood pumping exercise before she could go back home.

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Blue eyes snapped open, groggily Lincoln moaned in his bed blinking the buggers off his eyes that got stuck during his slumber. Pressing his hand on his face and grunting, he stole a tired look at his alarm clock shaped like Bullwinkle the moose, indicating that it was past 4 in the morning. He thought he heard something downstairs. He cursed to be such a light though it bothered him enough to check it out…nah, perhaps later.

Sighing he tried to get again on the sleep wagon but his body refused to cooperate with him and dejected he tiredly propelled his body to the ground, sitting there for a few seconds sitting some discomfort on his undies, they felt tight. There was something poking at his stomach, something that had started not too long ago, he pressed his hands against the offending log, moving it aside for comfort. With a groan, he forces himself off the bed and onto his naked feet, his heavy eyelids finally lying completely awake.

The boy's hard on made his steps to feel strained and grunting he fixed his uncomfortable problem below again before making way to the hallway with his throat parched, not seeing anything in particular, he probably thought he heard something in his imagination while he slept. Blindly making his way downstairs grunting all the way down, he parched his thirst and was about to turn in when he spotted Lynn's gym bag plopped against the entrance…not only that, there were clothes strewn upon the floor. He was surprised at the mess by the home entrance, approaching the pile of clothes and discarded running shoes, he picked Lynn's sports bra, drenched in sweat, unexpectedly the pungent smell that coated her undergarment radiating from it drew him in, rather than feeling completely disgusted at her bra, something propelled him to take a deep whiff. He recoiled, almost gagging. He was almost knocked on his butt.

It was overwhelming.

It reeked with a combination of sweat and...something slightly sweet? It was a bizarre smell, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was, the smell was completely unexplained to the youngster; even more confusing was that his briefs felt even tighter. But then he came to the real world and realized he was holding her nasty bra and with a grimace he threw it on top of her gym bag. His disgust came back strongly forgetting about the smell completely and the odd sensations of his body. God she could be so revolting when it came to order in the household but not wanting his mom to find the mess in the morning and send a harsh discussion towards his sporty sister, he gathered her clothes into a neat pile next to her bag…including a pair of panties that were as drenched and musky as her training bra. His eyes dilated and trembled holding the garment between his fingers; there was big wet spot right in the center. They may have been dampened by Lynn's sweat but the aroma was beyond anything he had ever smelled in his young life, the scent came strongly from there. Yet shame exploded within himself to stop his explorations of her dirty laundry just as he had smelled her bra, burning a hole through his heart at how disgusting he was being. He blinked tears away ashamedly, confused why his body was reacting this way; guilt washing over him, swallowing a lump of iron down his throat, finally having enough, shoving her clothes into her gym bag.

This was a violation of her privacy and if anyone found out they would literally stomp him on the curve. He might be wise and sharp for his age yet he was still just a child trying to find himself and this was not how a brother was supposed to act, he was a lecherous pervert. Ignoring the stronger throb of flesh between his legs that made him blush, he reassured himself that he was going through changes and soon this would be a memory long forgotten, after all, it hadn't been the first time he has done the laundry, with ELEVEN females including his mom he was no stranger to female undergarments.

The white haired boy silent steps took him to the basement, carrying her dirty clothes with a shake of his head. Man, why is she such a pig? You would think that the only male he was a veteran of the mess that this was house and only through Lori and him, the house stayed spotless; now that she was gone, the responsibility felt fully on him. No toys littered the hallways, trash was set neatly and there were no dirty dishes left overnight. These dirty clothes were an abomination unto this world and he was not gonna let that stay unattended, these odd feelings could go screw themselves. Depositing the entire gym bag in the hamper he made his way upstairs to the first floor, groggy with sleep.

What he didn't know were the two pair of eyes observing him through the stair case railing. Lynn cursed that he was such a light sleeper, she was going to pick up her discarded clothes and shoes later but decided to keep her shorts for some modesty, running half naked at 5am was a no go. Curiously enough she had seen him walking downstairs and waited until he drank water before deciding to silently slip upstairs. Yet something made her stop and observe him, crouched low, her eyes glancing through the stair railing, peaking at her secret taboo crush gasping in shock. She swore to God that if she hadn't been crouched already she would have fallen to the floor in surprise. Lynn stood there, imagining that the throbs of her heart would be audible through the whole hallway, eyes dilated as Lincoln took an ample sniff of her sweat drenched sports bra. The boy was oblivious to her sister disbelieving stare, his fingers poking and observing the material before he moved to her drenched panties. Her breathing stopped for a moment, entranced to watch what his next action would be, her eyes widened, loins aflame once more, her fingers grip the railing tightly but then she's awaken from her lustful spell as he throws her panties away, grabbing her dirty clothes and depositing them into her gym bag.

Disbelief was cutting her like a guillotine. Her own little brother smelling her underwear, she didn't know if he was at THAT age already, but this lewd part of him brought more questions than answers. I bet he did this with all their underwear when nobody was looking and not just hers, thought Lynn. It made her feel somewhat disgusted but also intrigued. When he gathered her clothes he went downstairs to the basement snapping her off her mind. Her heart was still battering in her chest; she stayed there for a few minutes until the basement door opened.

She needed to get out of there.

Lynn made up her mind, going down the hallway, her feet touching a loose board on the floor that cowered at the pressure. Crunching her eyebrows, she quickly made her way to the restroom without turning on the lights and sat down at the edge of the bathtub, sighing in relief, thinking of these unsure emotions. She cannot help but to think of him again and what just transpired below her.

Her heart throbbed in her chest; suddenly her mind being assaulted with images of Lincoln and it wasn't about what he just did. She thought about his warm smile, his gentle touch, his big selfless heart and gentle nature, always being there for her and taking it in criticized stride. She thought about the times when he waited for her at the side of the school sports field, knowing full well that she occasionally pumped some sweat in her sport practice after classes after sitting on a desk for so long, walking in the dusk back home and stealing glimpses of him when he wasn't looking…Lincoln was so handsome, is this what being in love felt like, according to her sister Lori? She tried to stop thinking about him, knowing exactly where it would get her, splashing cold water on her sweaty hair and face.

But the images keep coming, she was rolling inside, getting hotter, warmer, her sweat kept rolling down her skin and soon she was rolling her thighs together just to stop fidgeting where she was sitting. She couldn't help it anymore, she needed some relief and she needed it now.

Facing the shower in case someone came in and couldn't witness her sin, she placed the small towel by the sink over her neck covering her budding breasts. She felt her fingers wandering across her stomach, goose bumps shaking her body, her toes digging on the tiled floor, her other hand under the towel, pinching and rolling her erect nipple. She hissed through clenched teeth.

"Fuck" She cursed, her whole body tingling.

Her fingers finally passed the elastic band of her shorts against the curve of her moist lips. Her hips buckled across her hand, snarling in pure bliss as she imagine that Lincoln was caressing her, exploring her body with curiosity, getting familiar with the shape of her soft curves and tasting her skin. Her index finger shook as it pressed against her entrance wanting nothing more but to be filled by him. Her palm curves her sex fully, spinning it around and around, just the right pressure to make the juice squirt against her trunks, cupping her other tit as her digit penetrated her lips. Her knees bend, hand stretched against the tile wall for support, biting her lips to quiet her moans, the tip of her finger circling the entrance of her folds, quivering in unadulterated pleasure, Lynn drove her finger down to her knuckle into her drenched muffin without hesitation, slapping her hand across her lips and screaming into it.

Lincoln downstairs making sure that everything is spotless finally takes his time to take her running shoes in the closet, and then he hears it.

A crunch of wood cuts through his drowsiness, peeling his eyes through the darkness his ears catches the sound again, it was coming from upstairs. Whatever he is feeling right now goes off the window at the possible break in of his family home, he feels himself deflate in his pants as he runs back to the kitchen, looking for anything, ANYTHING that he could encounter as a weapon against an assailant. Fantasies run into his brain about being a hero just like Ace Savvy yet the only mettle inspiring weapon that he could find was a wood spoon for stirring stew. It would have to do, arming himself with valor, the white haired boy went upstairs with firm intentions of putting a stop to the intruder and bring him to justice so another family like his could not suffer this treachery; yet at mid step in the middle of the stairs he stops.

That sweet aroma again...

It was stronger this time around and his little buddy downstairs awoke once more, twitching. Not now! The boy growled in pure annoyance at the lack of control in his body but he had a mission to complete, his family very lives counted on it! Continuing his trek upstairs the boy peeled his eyes through the empty hallway, anything to discover the burglar's possible location.

Silently the boy went to the second floor, his eyes and ears trying to pinpoint the location of the intruder... AHA! The door was currently ajar but definitely a sound was coming from it, that unpleasant but not unwelcome smell attracted him to it. He could hear someone walking on the tiles, moving around the floor and a wet sound? It sounded like schlick, schlick…curiously enough; even with these thin walls nobody was awake, guess that cake hit that sweet point. Still, it was insanely ridiculous that a two story house with over twelve people had to share a single restroom; well his parents had their own but it was strictly OFF limits. Ignoring his internal musing, he took a final moment to gather his courage, he put two fingers on the door and swung it open, clutching the wood stirrer like a dagger. The door silently hit the wall, his fingers feeling the wall for the light switch and with a flash, the restroom was illuminated.

He heard a pained grunt in front of him as he took sight. A shirtless Lynn was facing the bathtub with a towel around her neck, her hair was free and it was longer that he had seen it in weeks as she rarely let it loose. Her locks were wet reaching to mid back and droplets of water from it found themselves in the naked crevice of her back dripping down, his eyes betrayed him, disconnected entirely from his brain, entirely on awe at the beauty before him. Lincoln couldn't help but stare. Her milky skin was soft and glowing, flushed cheeks and widened soft brown eyes looking at him over her shoulder. Lynn is facing the shower and he can see the curvature of her soft but defined body. And even though she is only wearing her red shorts, he can see how the forked of her butt is marked against the material, the back of her creamy and defined legs are at an angle, he can see the curvature of her left breast and half hidden pink nipple under the towel. Her heart shaped butt halfway peeled, bulging under the strain of her shorts. But most of all he could see the little things, the freckles on her back and the clench of her butt cheeks, it was impossible not to follow their trail around her skin and he had a desire to run his fingers down the path on her warm looking body. It might have been a few seconds or hours, but his body refused to move, it was too enthralled by his sister to react. More water drips from her hair to her back, following those droplets down the curve of her back, disappearing in her half pulled red shorts and down her butt cheeks. His nose flared as the musk hit him full force, a musk he associated with his sister when she usually came home bathed in sweat, it was mixed with something else that was insanely alluring; he grunted dropping the stirrer, clattering uselessly against the restroom tile floor. The white haired boy covered his nose with his hands in an effort to keep his stomach from flipping upside down but instead his erection flipped uphill, slowly rising...there was a sweet fragrance permeating the air around him and strangely it came from her.

His heart beat harder, eyes widening and a warm feeling was spreading around his whole body, butterflies flying around his stomach, his hard on clenching painfully in his briefs waking him to the real world, cupping his manhood in agony, snarling with pain, he couldn't help his reaction of pure agony, grasping his penis with both hands, shame like no other shaking him to the core and feeling horrible at interrupting her shower.

Linc's grunts woke Lynn from her shock, quickly sending her into a mix of hot rage and embarrassment. She can't help but to stare disbelievingly as the object of her taboo crush staring at her, drinking the sight of her half naked body. Her own little brother stood on the doorway completely naked save for his victory briefs, completely tight with a raging bulge pressed against it. His face did a double take, locking eyes with her. For a moment both didn't say anything observing each other, she felt her eyes settling on his erect prick wanting escape from its cottony prison sending another hot wave of pleasure into her cunny. Whatever he is clutching in his hands drops to the floor and immediately wakes her up with rage overwhelming her, seeping into her pores. Shaking and enraged, she covered her breasts with the towel, her eyes clenching in a savage display of fury.

Her expression turns into an angry snarl and clenched teeth. She looks diabolical and furious.

Lynn is in too much shame and anger to scream.

"Get. Out" She mutters heatedly, covering her breasts with a forearm pressing the towel against them, pointing at the door and he almost obliges, his face red as a balloon and tears are born at the edge of his eyes. Lincoln chokes up on his words; he tries to mutter an apology but the only thing coming off his mouth are incoherent gurgles and unintelligible murmurs.

The door closes with a silent click as he finally leaves remembering to not slam the door on his way out. Muffled hurried footsteps disappear down the hallway.

"Shit" The sporty girl mutters, removing her hand from her shorts. She was almost discovered by her forbidden crush, the thought making her even wetter... Lynn sighed, dejected looking at the shower with regret. It wasn't supposed to be like this...she just wanted some relief goddamn it! Her body was like well-oiled machine, apply some pressure that it didn't know how to handle and the cogs started to break, relieving herself was the best way to gather her thoughts and coming from her high, then she could feel all that disgusting pity and self-loathing, maintaining a sense of normalcy until the need came again. It was absolutely maddening; another wave of repulsion hits her. She didn't want to introduce that perverted side of her to her little brother.

Then again…her hand returns downstairs, she needs relief and now.

The shower starts drowning her moans.

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Back in his room, Lincoln is sitting on his unmade bed looking at the ceiling of his room, unfocused, breathing hard through his nostrils. The experience had marked him in no way than anything like it, burning shame coursing through his veins. He was a disgusting peeping tom, she was just trying to take a shower probably after a morning jog and here he was getting all hot and bothered over accidentally walking on his sister as she undressed. His erection had been hurting for over ten minutes but he doesn't know what to do about it. Sleep was elusive; the only thing he could think of was Lynn. His own full blooded sibling image slipped back into his brain. Her soft skin, surprisingly thick curves that no matter how her muscles were defined, her womanly form captivated him and he wondered how much she had grown up from their bath almost a decade ago. He wanted to touch her, explore her and taste her. His hormones were raging, breath caught on his throat, his hands were shaking, fighting for control to move to his manhood and stroke it, knowing full well that Lynn is the only one he could think at a time like this.

Her soft brown hair pooling at her back, her noticeable ass in her red shorts, her well-defined and milky legs and the curvature of her budding breasts with that soft pink nipple, sweat going down her body. He tries to stop thinking about her, thinking of the most disgusting things but nothing seems to quiet his junk...most of all, that smell was maddening, his mind going in overload as he tried to remembers it, his penis quickly leaving a wet spot on his briefs. He groans in pain, both hands cupping at his manhood, demanding and crying for attention.

Lincoln groaned as another wave of agony hits him full force.

His self-control was almost gone, yet something made him stay still. When he was eye fucking her body, the most prominent memory that he could think of was of her hair down. She looked absolutely stunning, her locks looked so soft, reaching to her middle back and he wondered why she never let her hair loose around the house, probably it wasn't because the desire to run his fingers through it was a NEED. Her dove eyes were captivating and her lips looked so soft. He wondered how they would taste like. Lincoln's heart accelerated at full throttle, the butterflies in his stomach threatening to overwhelm him.

And that's when it came. All their good moments, memories tangled across the years. She knew that she wasn't really the type to voice emotions, instead preferring to show him, but she understood him like nobody else could and accepted him fully, just like he did with her. Curiously enough, now he remembered why she reminded him of Ronnie Anne. Lynn had been picking on him a lot, just like the South American had done at the start of their turbulent relationship. Does…that means..?

Probably it was just wishful thinking from his part.

Yet he understands the signals all too well. The butterflies, his heart jumping on his chest, images of Lynn dominating his mind and heart, accelerating his heartbeat.

He has a crush on Lynn, his sporty sister.

"Uh. Oh"

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A/N: To answer reviews, like I said earlier, the story will be cut into segments, jumping from memories and moving from segment to segment. This is a very ambitious project and I am planning a long arc for this story that will not stop at them getting together. I feel like I am revealing something I shouldn't but I want to share my vision for this story. Please review or PM and tell me what you think so far!

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