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

3. Porcupine

A/N: Third chapter is here! The next one should take less than that, enjoy!

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 3

Porcupine.

The silver haired groggily opened his eyes, bending slightly to catch the time. He slept around two hours after the restroom incident. His feelings had gotten under control and with an iron will, he blandly refused to let his body get the best of him. A sudden pain downstairs caught his attention, immediately feeling his briefs soiled with a sticky substance.

Goddamn it. He creamed his underwear again.

It was a growing problem that Sex-Ed had made him aware of it. While the rest of the class snickered and made fun of the naked diagrams of both men and women, Lincoln had paid attention because it would help him. Once the start of this year came, his body had been thrown through the abysmal throbs of puberty. His dad had tried of course…but his awkward hand gestures, wild guttural expressions and stuttering words lost its meaning in its translation to English, to the point where he thought he was trying to summon Cthulhu. Lincoln might not yet fully understand, yet his body knew it all too well. He eyed wondered over every female around and that included his sisters; hair was now growing in places where he never thought he'll have any. Through the disgusting sexual desires that coursed through him, he also felt happy. His chest hair was growing, light fuzz under his lip and his wiry muscles had finally starting developing and were more defined, catching more than once the eyes of girls around him, though they knew he was a nerd and a dork.

The bad thing? He was crushing on the sportsgirl of the family, his sister Lynn, hard.

Lincoln sighed, completely emotionally drained and demoralized, trying to rationalize it through every angle possible, yet his feelings were highly confusing and unpredictable. He might as well start the day with a good cleansing and a big breakfast. The boy stopped on the bed as he heard thick footsteps, covering his shame with the bed comforter. Lincoln started to hyper ventilate. Over the years it has gotten easy to identify footsteps, given his family footwear and personalities. Those were his father's and he was coming in hard and fast. He mentally prepared himself for a massive beating, probably Lynn had told him about the incident yesterday and here he was on his death bed without escape. Lincoln took a deep breath, perhaps his last one as the door knob rotated and his dad walked through the open door carrying a thin and long white box. It wasn't going to be the belt...he brought with him a mace to bash his skull in.

Lynn Sr. Loud was surprised at the expression of pure horror drawn on his son sitting on bed, shaking with fear.

"Wow Linc, settle down son, not a good way to start a nice morning. Remember what I told you yesterday?" The man said holding the box and wiggling it between his flexed arm.

Lincoln's eyes widened...that's right! Another present. Unless he meant a partying present from the world of the living. He gulped at the thought but his dad expression was incredulous and mildly curious.

"Well here I am. I didn't want to give you this with your mother staring down at me like a hungry tiger and she would kill me if she saw me giving you this, as she hates them. But you are at that age now. My dad, the grand father you guys sadly couldn't meet gave me this when I was just a lad your age. He saw nothing but maturity and responsibility, just as you have demonstrated, you can be the man of this house, take care of your sisters and meeting problems dead on without an inch of hesitation for their wellbeing disregarding your own, I think it's time to let you have this"

He settled the white box on son's lap still covered by the comforter, giving him an encouraging smile.

"C'mon, open it"

Lincoln stole a last look to his father before he undid the lid on top. His eyes widened looking through at the contents of his box. Of all the possible things that he could have given him he would never expected the wood and metal that stared back at him. This wasn't an elaborate scare plan where he was been shown the instrument of his demise, right?

"Is this a bb gun?" His nervous smile widened.

"No, that is a Marlin 22. It is a rifle, your grandfather gave me this at your age, twenty five years ago and now I am giving it to you"

He didn't know anything about firearms other than the sticks of graphics that told him he was shooting an enemy in a video game with a gun. The medium sized rifle had a beautifully stained wood grain stock, the metal was blued, shiny and in immaculate condition. He finally gathered his courage and pulled out the rifle in his hands. The rifle was extremely light and it felt solid and extremely good on his hands. He couldn't help but let his fingers wander, squeezing the small magazine on the trigger guard, before his fingers approached the trigger for a squeeze.

Lynn Loud Sr. motioned for him not to do so.

"You never press that trigger until you are willing to hit what you are aiming for. A firearm must be ALWAYS be treated as if it was loaded. When I come back from work I'll teach you a couple of things. This will stay with me in our room, but know that it is yours and maybe we can go and shoot some rounds tomorrow. How's that?"

"Awesome, thanks dad!"

"Hush...keep your voice down, your mother probably is getting ready for work. I'll be our little secret alright champ?"

Lincoln put the firearm back in the box carefully, handing the box back to his dad. With an arm they hugged, finally making his way out his small room, closing the door after him.

The boy smile turned into a frown. He might as well face the music, he just wished not to encounter Lynn right now. He was more than ready to apologize for walking on her, but Lynn was a hothead and would pulverize him the moment he bumped with her, he was sure of it. A pity, Lincoln was looking forward to go to that trail too, damn it. It was sort of odd, but he had started to adventuring far more often, it was a shock that he was even doing it in the first place. A drench of embarrassment hit him again. The white haired boy threw the drenched briefs, grabbing some tissues to clean himself and dress fully. He made his way to the hallway, eyes stealing a look to Lucy's and Lynn's door. But there was no sound coming out of it. Passing it quickly he made his way downstairs.

The smell of bacon, eggs, French toast and freshly brewed coffee hit his face at full force, his stomach growling in appreciation of his mom's good cooking, approaching the kitchen in full gallop, his shoes immediately screeched to a halt.

Gulping, he slowly approached the table, just with one person sitting on it.

Lynn.

His sporty sister threw him a glimpse as she munched, half muttering a greeting and briefly looking at him before going back to her plate...that could have gone worse. They would have time to speak later on. She didn't murder him with an eyeful, but knowing her, she was probably making a strategy to destroy him later, the thought sending anxiety pumping through his blood...and they have a trip today; he willingly will go if she still wanted to.

Rita was at the stove, manning her battle station, food already pilling heavily on giant platter, the calm before the storm, it seems that his sister and him had the same idea to avoid the breakfast charge. As soon as she saw him approaching, the Matriarch blinked at his sudden presence.

"Morning ma"

Rita smiled at her son. "Who are you and what have you done with Lincoln? I've never seen you up so early in a Saturday morning, ever"

"I couldn't sleep very well" He sat down waiting for his fill looking at anything but his sister.

The brunette stole another look at him, noticing how stiff he was being, the way his hands shook under the table not even sparing a glimpse, a look at her. He was probably as shaken as she was but she couldn't avoid feeling a little hurt by his lack of attention, as was expected, the boy was still in shock, probably embarrassed and hurting on the inside. Lincoln probably still thought that he walked on her as she was preparing to take a shower; a very steamy shower...yet Lincoln's body knew exactly what was going on. She still remembered how his red victory briefs were tight, bulging at attention as she touched herself in the shower. A flash of pleasure went through her body that was completely crushed as soon as it came; this was not the time for that. Her mouth chewed loudly and faster, yet her mom didn't say anything, by now accustomed to her lack of table manners and resigned to them.

Lynn took a large sip of her coffee stealing another look at him. The boy could probably feel her gaze as he fidgeted and turned slightly to the wall opposite of her, eating slowly. It was time to get rid of this unnecessary tension in the air and get things back to normal, well, as normal as they could be.

"Hey mom"

Rita cocked her head. "Yes darling?"

"I was wondering if Lincoln and I could check a hiking trail close by, I asked him yesterday and he agreed. We can take the bus and get ride around, I heard its pretty cool over there"

The matriarch pondered on this for a moment looking at her son. She hated that he spend literally his time almost twenty four-seven inside the house playing video games and slacking the whole summer instead of doing something productive; she did find it a little suspicious that Lincoln agreed so easily and probably she had some dirt on him for him to accept so easily, earning a spot of chaos in their time perhaps later today, or maybe he was just growing up. Against her better judgment, she smiled.

"That's so sweet of you Lynn. I don't see why not. But I thought you had soccer practice at 2?"

The brunette shrugged. "Spending time with Lincoln is more important, sure the team can do without me today"

Rita smiled, completely touched "I'll call the coach, but I want you here before six not a minute later young lady, and take care of your brother. He can use the exercise, but don't abuse him too much" Her expression was stern, Lynn got the message immediately. Their mom in a show of appreciation gave them a 10 bill.

"For the bus and lunch, it's on me today"

Lincoln from his part who was still paralyzed on his chair now briefly addressed Lynn with a fleeing gaze. They could use the solitude to talk and he was relieved; for a moment he thought that she wouldn't like to see him again, not even in a picture. The sporty girl locked eyes with him nodding, a tiny small tugged at the corner of her lips. He suddenly felt thankful that she wasn't going to give him a cold shoulder for weeks at a time, avoiding him and sending a hateful look every time they were in the same room and perhaps she was finally growing and was starting to grasp some judgment; it was an accident…a sweet accident but an accident. Yet his feelings betrayed him, confused why he was so elated over spending some alone time with Lynn today, after all. Isn't a brother that is annoyed constantly by his older sister supposed to feel angry? Disgusted? Those butterflies in his stomach thought otherwise.

"Thanks ma" The boy hugged his mother with certain incredibility at his own logic, he was being imprudent with the whole situation.

Rita smiled reassuringly.

"I am glad you are doing something for a change, Lincoln, instead of getting stuck all day playing video games" She rolled her eyes. "The real world it's out there son, boys your age should be enjoying summer going out"

Lynn snorted. "He wouldn't know what's out there even if the walls of the house fell off" She teased. "I guess it's to MUA to show him the real world. Nothing like pumping some sweat and feeling the breeze to make you feel alive" She proclaimed driving her hand across her chest dramatically with a wide grin.

At some other times, he would be complaining and gnawing his teeth in fury for one of his stupid sisters, especially the one that picked on him the most, dragging him through a nasty trail with tourists or other families, sweating buckets and getting stung by insects and literally coming back home full of dirt; rather than enjoying some sweet alone time with his new Ace Savvy World Detective 3d or playing with his new console, that still remained boxed upstairs! But a part of him crushed those ideas, instead feeling strangely giddy at spending time with his older sister. What are you doing to me Lynn? He thought confusedly, knowing too well his aberration for sports and the outdoors.

"It'll be fun I guess" Lincoln nodded looking at Lynn with certain faked annoyance.

Their mother giggled. "Thanks a lot Lynn. Well off to work I go, those teeth are not going to fix themselves. Though I wish they did" She said with a shake of her head, hugging her children and with a warm goodbye, she went to the garage and two minutes later she was on the road. The tension overwhelmed the kitchen once more. The only good thing that the rest of their siblings were lazy buns; no self-respecting youth would insult a weekend–on summer break, no less–like this and wake up bright and early. The smell would wake them eventually; she eyed her brother once more who had decided suddenly that the white top table cover more interesting than his sister, and she couldn't have that.

"Help me with the dishes would ya?" She grabbed her hips and gyrated them in the direction of the dirty dishes by the sink.

The boy was enthralled to follow them for a few seconds, staring at his sister fully captivated at her curvy form. Her white tank top hugged her body nicely; black shorts donned at her hips, her long and defined legs seemed to shine with a pearlescent glow to them, even though the sun was barely piercing the clouds. For a few seconds he was frozen in time before the mist in his mind dissipates, shaking his head he nods.

"Uh…yeah"

Rolling her eyes and interpreting his intense stare as the drowsiness of an early morning, knowing too well that waking up early was an enemy in his world; Lynn would not give him crap for that today. At least he was looking at her now.

Both children gathered whatever they had dirtied carrying it to the sink to be washed. For a few minutes they follow a pattern to clean, each one in their own mind. Lynn cleaned the plate and food residues with a soapy sponge, handing it to Linc, who swiped them clean and placed in the rack, then repeat, all in nerve breaking silence; occasionally he stole looks at his sister, engrossed in his mind about how he would approach the elephant in the room. Taking a deep breath he gathers his courage.

"Lynn...about what happene-"

"Save it" She looked at him sideways. "It was just an accident, I didn't close the door" Her words stabbed him in the heart at how cold and detached they sounded like completely opposing of her personality, dead and dull, just like Lucy. He shuddered internally feeling worse, his mind digging a hole in the floor.

The boy tried again. "But..."

Lynn sighed handing him the last plate. "We're wasting sun here. Gather your stuff, water, dry food and I'll meet ya on the door in twenty. Dont be later Linc or I'll stomp you through the floor" Letting her threat hanging in the air, she left without sparing another glance at him.

The white haired boy sighed feeling completely hurt. It was supposed to be a fun day but he blew it badly. It was true though, she did left the door open, but he left his fantasies run amok, though...that smell that permeated the air attracted him to it, whatever it was. Refusing to fall again into that confusing rut and swallowing what was left of his heart, the boy made his way upstairs to get dressed, clutching at his backpack. In less than ten minutes he was ready to go having packed energy bars, trail mix, plenty of water bottles and a plain red baseball cap. In complete Lynn fashion, she takes more time to get ready. After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, there is a heavy set of footsteps sounding through the hallway before they slowdown, carefully, not recognizing them he gazes upwards towards the stairs.

The sight of her leaves him breathless.

His sister had shaded her usual look. He couldn't help but to wander about her new appearance. Her jersey had been replaced by a short sleeved tan outdoors shirt, cargo shorts that cut around mid-legs that marked against her defined legs and brown hiking boots donned at her feet with black wools socks peeking out of them. The sporty girl let her red and black lenses sunglasses to drop on her face before turning to address her brother.

"Ready?" She asks with a slight smile.

"Yeah" He let on simply, trying his hardest not to stare and make it weird.

She rolled her eyes. "Dont ya you wear anything else but orange?

"What are you talking about? You use the same sports gear every day. It's the first time I have seen you with anything else"

She huffed. "It's comfy and I can jump out and get a sweat going without changing"

Lincoln cringed. "You mean you use the same clothes after they are soaked in sweat?"

She grinned. "If the shoot fits..."

He made a face, stomach flipping in disgust, quickly reminded of yesterday's accident. Lincoln would never figure it out what made him sniff at her clothes. That moment of his mental collapse it's all she needs to start walking away.

"Last to get to the bus stop has to clean Cliff litter box" Called out Lynn, racing to the garage for her bike.

His lethargic attitude disappeared immediately running into the garage with the promised stinky threat.

Both children raced down the streets, the sun was still sheathed between the humming clouds in the horizon, orange lights peeking through the clouds, painting the morning with a lazy blue, a nice and cool breeze in the air. Royal Woods summer days were always somewhat refreshing, with the temperature never rising above 90 degrees. Today was a comfortable 73, the crisp summer air that smelled incredible. The activity in the small city was in full swing. It wasn't long before Lynn reached the bus stop, braking with a screech of tires, turning her bike at the last second scaring a pair of people waiting for the bus off the bench.

"Hey watch it kid" Protested one of the man in the stop to which Lynn shrugged without apology.

Lincoln arrived two minutes later completely winded and ready to drop huffing for air, stopping close to his sister. The brunette smirked.

"Tired so soon? Man you are weak. So tired and we haven't even began yet! Guess Cliffy gonna be happy today eh? Lana said he ate a fat assed squirrel, you might need a shovel for this bro"

The white haired boy groaned at his predicament.

"Just, gaaah, shut up"

"Make me ya pansy. Hurling my breakfast down the trail? You can barely keep yours in" She teased laughing at his misfortune.

The boy completely fed up with her teasing pushed her aside to sit on the bench.

"Stuff a sock in Lynn"

Her nostrils flared in anger at his rude gesture.

"You don't have to be such a spineless dick"

They haven't even put a foot on the bus and they were already bickering.

Lincoln growled at her. "Me? What's up with you? You didn't even accept my apology and you've been annoying me the whole way here and by that I mean the whole way. I thought that this was supposed to be fun"

"Fun? Fun for me maybe, you? Not so much. You rather spend your time in your room holed up reading those dumb comics in your stupid underwear instead of enjoying the summer like anyone should! I mean sure..." She grinned puffing her defined biceps. "You are pretty weak and you don't have these beauties but if you let me train you, you probably could sweep a girl off her feet not like I don't know who girl in her right mind would see in a dweeb like you anyway. Whatever Ronnie Dumb saw in you eludes me"

That was low even for her, his feelings were terribly hurt and it showed on his expression. He knew that when Lynn was extremely mad and holding a grudge, whoever was her target would be on an onslaught of pain for hours until either she dissipated her fury or until her heated balloon deflated, which would take hours.

A part of her was horrified at her own words and begged for her to stop. His pained expression was like twisting a dagger in her chest but she was still too angry, too embarrassed by her own feelings and she took it all on him. He didn't deserve her attention, why would she even like him, even with the suspicion that she might love him? He wasn't much to look at...Ok that wasn't true. He would love deliciously yummy with some more muscles on him, but that wasn't the reason why she was so smitten by him in the first place. Oh but this wasn't over, time to take it a notch, cornering Lincoln she hissed lowly, her jaw hurting too much from clenching it too hard.1

"You were fucking touching yourself you fucking freak. I saw you, what kind of a brother cups his dick while accidently walking on his sister naked?" She said leaving the part of him sniffing her underwear, knowing all too well that it would break him in half.

"I didn't mean to! I am...a boy, a growing boy. I...I wake up like this every day since last year, nobody tells me what's going on with me. It just happens and when I saw you, it hurt a lot down there...I...I couldn't help it. I am so sorry Lynn, but I am trying to make peace with it but you are picking on me and saying those hurtful things. What can I do to be even?"

Her heart melted cooling down her anger, she sighed, sitting back on the bench not looking at him, but the dirtier part of her was even…flattered that she could provoke sensations in his body just like that. She unconsciously licked her lips, her loins flaring and shaking in excitement. After their uncomfortable incident yesterday, her desire for Lincoln was only intensified further.

Lincoln took her apathy as a sign of being belittled and dismissed, like she didn't care at all, ignorant of the feelings that his sister was going through. His mood turned sour; he stood suddenly, turning his bike the opposite way.

"You know what? Screw you, you brute. I didn't come here so you could mock and hurt me. All I wanted was to apologize for..." He looked at the people around them. "...walking on you, that's all!"

Lynn gnashed her teeth fully displaying her fury, controlling her hidden desires.

"Fine, let's bury the hatchet. But this ain't over Loud. For starters if you want me to forgive you, you will do as I say today. You will stop to rest when I tell you to rest, you will also NOT complain that your fluffy feet or your back hurts like a little girl. We clear?"

The white haired boy stabbed her with a look of white and red hot anger that took her by surprise.

Lincoln was furious. Sure he did unquestionable things to his sisters clothing, walked on her by accident and might or not might like her more than a brother is supposed to like his sibling, but he wasn't going to stand there and take her abuse looking like a coward and he was going to demonstrate it today.

He flipped his bike, sitting on the bench with his arms crossed not looking at her.

"Crystal"

Impressed and looking at him with respect, Lynn sat at the other corner of the bench looking aside with an uncertain expression. The wait only got uncomfortable with the passage of time, both siblings still not even sparing a glimpse at each other, preferring to be left at their own devices. Divided once more, Lynn pondered if she should apologize, yet her prideful side overcame every single thought in her mind, choosing instead to keep sulking in silence, back straight and squared shoulders to not look weak against him.

The bus arrived a short time later, approaching at the bus stop. With a hiss of its brakes, the bus came to a halt and its passengers started come off and the others coming in. Both put their bikes on the slot in front of the bus and moved to board it. In a surprising move, Lincoln, as mad as he was popped his wallet and paid the driver two tickets for both of them, leaving the money that his mom gave him completely untouched. The move was appreciated but she was still angry. Who do he thought he was? The Pope? She could pay her own damn ticket.

Lincoln deciding to not stare at her ever angry visage, they sat in silence on the left row almost to the end of the vehicle, with Lynn facing the window. The bus started its traverse and both siblings still hadn't looked at each other. Soon the views and the sounds of the small city were replaced by lush greens and pine trees of the outskirts, the sun now coming off completely, illuminating the background with a pool of oranges, purples and bright green. Lynn's eyes lost its angry luster, looking at her brother from the corner of her eyes.

What was she doing? Sure, she was very mad and not really because of what Lincoln did with her clothes or him walking on her as she pleasured herself, she was mad because of her feelings for her brother. Not only it would never happen, but if he ever discovered a glimpse of how she really felt for him, she would be thrown in the loony bin. It was like driving with a walking stick. She felt so weak and useless and here she was like a sick loving puppy walking on eggshells around him...she felt so alone with these feelings and in her overall life.

Her wild and competitive attitude had driven whatever friends she possessed, now she only had team members who quickly learned to not get in her way. Polly Pain was perhaps the only one that decided to stick around; they both were similar and could handle their hardass personalities just fine. They both didn't care whatever they thought about them, if memory served her right, some girls tried to mess with Polly and ended up in the middle school nurse with too much fear to reveal what happened with them. Unfortunately, they could tolerate their presence and talk to relieve some stress, they were not really friends, they hung and talked but it never went beyond that.

She stole another look at her brother and opened her mouth before she closed it. She hated feeling weak, swallowing her pride for once in her life and with her resolve defined she tried again.

"Lincoln, listen...I-"

"We're here, c'mon Lynn" The boy started his way down the bus sparing a glimpse at his sister.

He knew what she was about to say but didn't let her do it. He wouldn't be able to bear the sight of his sister feeling like a weakling and apologize to him.

With her feelings hurt, the sporty girl sighed standing up. Oh, but it was not over, that ass would listen to her.

So much for the allegedly, considerate boy, right?

Lynn took both bikes one by one and passed it to Lincoln who wasted no time in placed them both on the ground and then tugging the sleeve of her sister to take a look.

The trail began by a farm that had a bus stop in an elevated position, going downhill and then uphill with medium sized mountains in the distance. Both sides of the bus stop were surrounded by lush trees and crops as far as the eye could see, peeking over the horizon painted on green. Both siblings drank at the sight of nature taking a deep whiff of the nature air; Lynn couldn't help but to look at her brother from head to toe. Despite her teasing, she did liked how orange looked on him, with his snow white hair and blue eyes, the color only highlighted how handsome he really was, she felt her heart taking flight in her chest.

"Well here we are dweeb, keep both feet and arms in the trail and don't hurl, it's bad for the environment" Lynn smirked mounting her bike pedaling slowly but swiftly into the hiking trail waiting on him to follow. The white haired boy was paralyzed at the sight of her, lapping at the sight. The orange haze of that morning outlined her butt perfectly, bouncing and dancing into the compressed shorts. He felt stirring at the sight. Hissing in shame as if he was being burn, his bike seat felt extremely uncomfortable when he sat down. He went after her if only for his eyes to avoid betraying his sister in such disgusting manners. Out of sight, out of mind right? Both siblings were next to each other, often looking around and not at each other, pedaling slowly. According to the map at the beginning, there was a lush forest that went on for four miles before the cream of the trail would come; the area was indeed quite ancient back to the period of settlers in the 19th century and a not used long train tracks wood bridge continued on for seven miles before ending in an abandoned station that had been turned into a museum by the locals. You could either take a short cut back to the bus station or you could follow your way up into the mountains, where a path had been cleared for those that wanted to camp there. It was quite a scenic sight.

They were surrounded by foliage and pine trees painting the dirt road they were riding on with a mix of orange, browns and greens. The birds sang without interruption and that sweet smell of pine trees and the summer air put them both at ease. Lynn felt exhilaration as the crisp air hit her, relaxing her wrathful spirit for once. This is what she enjoyed the most, the breeze, smells and company elated her to ride slower just for Lincoln who from his part was observing the path, other bicycle riders and people surrounding them. The summer vacation was in full swing, kids of all ages and adults, some with camping packs and cameras; Michigan wasn't really a tourist attraction per se, but sometimes, you could find international tourists that came from all over the world in a search of an outdoors thrill. The thought did brought a smile to her face. While not sharing the love of wander lusting like her younger sister Lana, she could see herself hiking around the world, discovering the wonders of nature, climbing mountains and go to any terrain at time of the year for that extra challenge. That was definitely in her bucket list of things to do.

If only she could have his company to share that dream.

She was surprised to find Lincoln had passed her slightly, was she that distracted by thinking about him once more? Or maybe she was distracted by how good those gray pants accentuated his cute butt. Growling at herself and not one to be beaten, she picked up the phase, passing the boy once more with a grin tucked at her lips.

Lincoln rolled her eyes at her competitiveness, apparently everything was a competition for her, yet he was amused by her antics, finding it...cute. Cringing on the inside, the boy sighed keeping his gaze away from her, for his own good.

But when she looked over her shoulder, those eyes full of mischief and happiness; he couldn't help himself but get lost into her soft brown eyes, completely enamored. That is until he felt his bike going downwards, slamming painfully on the ground with OOMPH, his ability to breath stolen for a few seconds. Apparently in his distraction, he hit a thick tree branch that rolled into the wheels, locking them into place. Caressing his head with pain, he saw from the corner of his vision hiking boots coming towards him.

"You clumsy dumbass, didn't you saw the tree branch?" Are you alright?" She admonished with a worried look on her expression, looking at him all over. He wasn't bleeding but a nasty brash glowed fresh on his temple. "C'mon let me see"

The white haired boy grunted as her fingers made contact. He felt warm all over and with her eyes full of concern, he forgot about the pain immediately. Snapping her hand to the side, with more force than he wanted to express, he stood to his feet.

"I'm fine Lynn" He gave her a plastic fake smile, shaking his white locks. "Let's go on"

Watching him mount his bike, Lynn growled, getting impatient with the way he had been treating her through the trip, he had recoiled as she burnt him with her hands. Yet, prideful again, she swallowed her fury, deciding to hear his wishes to appease any conflicts between them. The further they went, the further the tension between them augmented. It was like a wedge had torn the balance between their relationship and that didn't sit well with her; granted, what she wanted would never happen and perhaps getting over her attraction for him would be difficult, but that didn't mean that she wanted to strain their sibling dynamic. It was supposed to be a trip full of contentment for both of them yet at these moments; Lynn felt more tension growing in the air. Abruptly, the hiking trail lost her full interest. With more confusion pooling at the pit of her stomach, she took another look at her brother.

She knew who he was, knew what she liked about him, Lincoln was another story all together. Aside from video games and reading comics in his underwear and other nerdy things like that silly board game of playing to pretend while he bossed other players around, she didn't know what he really liked. Most of the time he accepted their requests with some hesitation from his part, eventually giving in to their whims out of the bottom of his sweet loving heart. That's why she really didn't know what else he liked. She understood that she being younger than him and perhaps his horizons hadn't broadened besides the usual for a boy of his age. Then again, neither had she ever done everything out of the ordinary, the need to do something different now sparked within her, starting right now.

What Lincoln didn't know was that she had been here before. In some rare moments of enjoyment out of sports, she enjoyed some time together hiking around their small city in Michigan. She knew that she bothered her family enough with her energetic personality, while they were lenient about her obsession; she thanked them not dragging them around, these were taken out of contempt, bleeding excessive energy or just when she needed to think or just not think and just do. Lynn had always hated sitting around, minutes after she would be feeling restless, just itching to do something. Lana would be a good candidate for future adventures, perhaps in a few years as she knew that she enjoyed the outdoors as much as she did and she wished that Lincoln enjoyed it as much as she did to have some stable ground between them to stand up.

Lynn was tired of hiding everything behind a tough a facade of a repetitive personality; she wasn't like her sister Lucy, who she remembered had a different hair color some years back, digging the ununderstood Goth child persona, hiding her expression behind a curtain of hair and her real feelings behind an attitude of lethargic cynicism and morbid melancholy. She was Lynn 'Mother Fuckin' Loud and she wasn't going to stop at nothing to fix this, whatever it might take. Eventually all this thinking and emotional roller coaster almost gave her a headache.

Both children stopped as they came off the mouth of the forest trail. Almost two centuries ago, settlers used this train bridge to pass the body of water lying down on the wooden planks they now stood on. There was a plate at the right side of the bridge that talked about the history of the place, yet neither paid attention to it. Glimpsing at the map, the bridge extended for five miles between the mass of water, swamplands and solid land; structures and ramps gave you access to other rugged terrain if you didn't want to follow the train bridge. The possibilities were endless and she was aching to get some blood pumping. Catching with her brother, she motioned for him to stop.

"This is a kiddie paddle. Wanna have real outdoors fun?" She raised one eyebrow in a challenge.

Lincoln gulped, suddenly being hit by a wave of self-conservation. He knew ALL about her type of fun. "What kind of fun?"

"See that ramp going under the bridge?"

He did. Flipping his bicycle stand he approached the railing and looked down. His eyes widened, a whole rugged track was just under the bridge, dry land interconnecting between self-made planks of wood, with pine trees adjacent to the road marked in bike tracks and footprints; that particular trail was desolated, without a single person on it. He looked at his sister incredulous about the pain he was about to submit because of her. Lincoln sighed in disbelief that he was about to partake in this bizarre trip just to soothe the tension between them. Or maybe she was rubbing on him too much; suddenly the trip was a little bit…more exciting? Lincoln didn't want to disappoint her; in a counter to his personality he mounted his bike and made way to it.

Lincoln grunted. "It's gonna require a LOOOOOOT of pedaling isn't it?"

The sporty girl smirked. "I told you, no whining if you want me to forgive you"

"Coming Lynn?" He smirked swallowing his fear.

Lynn smiled wide, her eyes glowing with excitement at this new found daring side of him.

"Just hold into your panties wimp, I'm gonna kick your ass"

Lincoln suddenly stayed still. "I fear all you have done is to awaken a giant can of whoop ass and fill it with a terrible resolve" He said imitating a Japanese accent. Both snorted with laughter immediately pedaling towards the concrete and wood ramp, slowly turning in a spiral towards the ground. A sign was at the bottom, there was at least 3 miles of terrain to cover that ended up in a loop ahead, before turning right, passing the river and continuing on further out until it reached a passage that would take them uphill close to the bus stop. Resigned to get himself destroyed and against his better judgment, he started cycling on the uneven ground, looking for drier parts of the road to traverse his bicycle on for stability. Lynn from her part was watching him in confusion. Was this a way for him to accept her apology? Taking on dares and possibly getting himself hurt? Lincoln was literally almost as clumsy as Leni but she found their sudden understandment to be soothing.

Unexpectedly the tension evaporated in the air.

All it took was pedaling and the sights that waited for them. While Lincoln looked for safe and even ground, Lynn didn't spare any mercy towards her bike, traversing through every mud puddle, every wet batch of mud, often splashing chunks of semi-hard and soft mud on her legs and bike as she cycled with confident energy, her nostrils flaring and absorbing the fragrance of nature, it was like the best drug in the world. She felt free to do whatever she wanted, to go where she wanted without nothing holding her back, the nature was out there, vitality pouring into her very soul, mud splashing as she went. Unfortunately in her sudden vision of her world, she forgot about Lincoln who had stayed looking at his sister once more. Steeling his nerves as a wave of butterfly hit him full force solidifying his desires for her, not being able to deny his attraction any longer; but what really attracted him to her? Besides her delicious figure, he felt attracted at her tenacity and her Amazonian strength, the way as she saw the world and parting those who didn't share her vision away with a kick to the face. Many have said that she always came out too strong, to win it, but for him that suited him just fine. He might be a disgusting pervert with incestuous thoughts and as strange as they were, he couldn't let them control him and destroying their dynamic; it would be hard to fake that everything was fine between them but eventually those feelings yanked at him to follow her through the same path, laughing as he unexpectedly caught to her.

The sporty girl grinned despite the competition; she always knew that they were cut from the same cloth. Lynn applied the brakes of her bicycle, staring ahead of her.

"Ready to give away that trophy?! If I cross that bridge before, I WIN!" She growled in excitement.

The white haired boy stopped pedaling and stopped next to her. "Nu-uh. Too easy"

"Yeah? What smokescreen you putting in here? The challenge is more than fitting" She hissed, crossing her arms and looking aside.

"Let's make this more interesting. If I win, I keep the trophy and you stop roughhousing me for one month"

Lynn rolled her eyes. Cut from the same cloth? Probably, but his side was tarnished with teddy bears and drawn hearts.

"Deal. SETREADYGOOOOOO!"

With a diabolical laugh she tore into the track with mud flying everywhere, cycling through the gushing air, pedaling as she was chased by the devil. Despite her strong leg muscles, Lincoln was hit by the epiphany that he WOULD HATE to disappoint her. Summoning all his strength Lincoln snarled pushing himself as hard as he could go without protest. He prayed that whoever was listening that he had to win this. Lincoln's chest heaved at how fast he was breathing, leg muscles bulging with strain, backpack bouncing on and off his back. Beyond a rise of land, the bridge came into view, the four planks interconnected by ropes was the only crossing of the 30ft of water that separated the mass of land towards the next. Both pushed to their limits, vicious grins tugged at their faces, Lincoln was the first to reach the slim bridge fighting against the unknown forces that were trying to make him look down and botch this challenge. If someone would have told him that he would been having a race against Lynn, sportsgirl extraordinary, he would have paint them as crazy; him and sports didn't mix well, even though he was somewhat decent; comics, video games and movies were his call. What was he even doing? What was she doing to him? Unfortunately for them, they ignored the physics of the self-made bridge. If Lisa would've been there, the sarcasm would be enough to topple both of them into the river. The planks didn't receive both of their rapid intrusion all too well, the vibration causing Lynn just behind Lincoln to tilt to her left side, losing precious speed as she started to fall.

Startled, she desperately tried to hoist herself back up by the back of her brother's backpack straps causing Lincoln to lose his grip off the handles of the bike.

There wasn't any time to do anything else but to scream.

Both hit the cold river water with a big splash. Gasping at if hit by a million bolts, both shivered standing to their feet in the murky water. Fortunately it was only waist deep through the chill in their bones made them move, taking their bikes by the handles and started the hellish march that was to drag their bicycles towards the river bank six feet away, grunting at the effort. Lincoln lifted his blue backpack tinted by the water and threw it to solid land before stepping on it himself. Lynn growled as her foot sank in a small pocket of sand, staggering to get her bearings she extended her hand to her brother.

"Lincoln!" She screamed wiggling her palm.

"Uh, gah, I *cough* got you" He took her hand and at the same time the tire of her bike and pulled, propelling her forward but the sand pocket didn't release her thick hiking boot yet weighted down by his wet clothes, he bended his knees driving himself forward pulling with his hand strained, yet stubbornly the sand refused to let go. Thinking quickly, the sporty girl threw her bicycle with all her strength, a war cry dissipating from her lips, the bicycle landing a few feet off the white haired boy. There was a loud suckling sound and abruptly he was flying screaming as Lynn came straight at him. The white haired boy grunted as he met the ground viciously and then grunted as he felt a wet weight slam on him.

Blue looked at brown intently for the second time of that day, a moment fleeing from their reality, where only them were the only inhabitants. Enthralled by her beauty, the silver haired boy just stared, trembling.

The only coherent thought that passed through Lincoln's head was…now what?

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A/N: Cliffhanger time! Sorry about the late update, I had to rewrite some new segments for the incoming chapters and it took a while to organize everything in the direction that I want this to go. Thanks a lot for your kind reviews, favorites and alerts. Almost 1500k views! WOOHOO! Stay tuned for the new update! And happy thanks giving!

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