On Lemons. I thought the last one with Lori and Lincoln was lemon...Relax, Lucy comes later.
Also, Once the kids start to settle into their new lives I plan on moving some of my OC's out a bit more. I'm just trying to show how they are affecting... is it effecting... I could look them up but dinner's cooking. Let's go with how they are influencing the kids.I need to start reading a few pages in the dictionary each day again. Yeah yeah, I'm an out of practice word nerd.If you know what AFF is, check out "Grow, Adapt, Overcome" by DebbieCync in The Loud House section of the cartoon archive. It is under G-L in categories.Week 3 day 3
Lincoln had spent Tuesday working with Luan and Lynn in the restraunt.
Turns out that it wasn't that Lynn couldn't cook. She just really didn't like to.
Still, she ended up making about six dozen large sheets of "No Bake Bars".
They reminded Lincoln of rice cereal marshmallow squares or granola bars. Loads of nuts, avoiding walnuts all together due to their helpful friends. Bags of dried fruits and vegitibles were used respectively. She also added bacon, and an assortment of candy chips such as dark chocolate. Some were spiced some were not and she used almost all of the honey and maple syrup, even getting into the agave and Carol's Syrup.
She even thought ahead to account for lifestyle and alergy requirements.
Lynn even made them in soft, chewy and crunchy so people of all ages, or dental health, could enjoy them.
Lynn had again, surprised him.
Lincoln had been helping to individually wrap and mark what each bar was until Liam showed up, then Lincoln was put in charge of assisting the others where he was needed.
He had to admit though, the clientel enjoyed the bars. Most of the later guests had heard word of the treats. They were being ordered as dessert after meals, or taken to go.
People were coming in and ordering them by the box, this became Lincoln's main job after a while. Packing the snack bars into to go containers and he ended back in the kitchen with Lynn.
"We need more oats!" Lynn yelled tossing the empty container into the trash bin across the kitchen. "Yes! Nothin' but net from half court!"
The last thing he remembered was Lori adding "Lynn's Snack Bars" to the chalkboard menu in the window.
That was his reccolection of yesterday.
Looking back, he was glad that Lynn had taught a couple people how to make them. It gave them a bit more time to flirt as they actually got a break near the end of the day.
Now it was Wednesday and he was helping Lucy with her red velvet cake.
It was really, really dark red, like uncooked flesh, and she was coating it with a frosting that looked like blood.
Leni was off from the store today. She stood in front of a blender making custom order shakes and smoothies that worked with the LynnSticks, something Leni had named the thin rectangular treats.
There were no complaints, except from Leni who had mentioned that nearly every guy was hitting on her.
Clyde and Zach even pitched in to help, bussing and waiting tables.
Yuki, in cognito, worked the bar.
At least until they could find a decent bartender, or mixologist, she would be at the helm.
She apparently knew a wide assortment of cocktails and had also brought in a wide selection of beers, mostly artisan beers, from different breweries owned by people that her family knew.
Lincoln hadn't even known that his dad had a liquor license. Then he remembered that on more than one occasion he had seen all three of the triplets drinking something. Mika had a flask, Yuki kept a sheeps bladder in her purse and Shinji had, well, Shinji just had whatever container the drink came in, or a squirt gun.
They also kept a lot of orange juice around and vodka as well. He concluded that they must have aquired the liquor license.
"Hey, Linky, Yuki needs more cola!" Leni informed as she raided the fridge for more smoothie ingredients.
He grabbed the twenty-four pack and walked it up front.
A man in a brown suit eyed him as he stepped behind the counter. He looked to Yuki and motioned to Lincoln.
"No different than us keeping beer in the fridge at home. This is a family business and the lad is supervised." She cracked a can of cola open and poured it into a glass with some other liquid. "One rum and coke!" She said with a smile.
"Still, a kid isn't supposed to be behind the bar." The man started writing down something as he sipped his drink.
"Go ahead and report it. This business is all they got as a certain thing for the eleven of them. Plus we have many friends." Yuki took an order from a lady in a green dress. "You'll come in next time and probably see one of them in here dropping off another case of soda or other non alcoholic necessities found in a bar. "Hey, Linc, more olives please!" She said cheerily as she handed him the empty jar that once held green olives.
"Is that mention of friends a threat?" The man asked.
"No." Yuki spun and had to reach up for the scotch a college sophmore ordered. "And I am not trying to appeal to you in anyway either." Lincoln almost told off the people looking up Yuki's skirt when it struck him, she was putting on a show. The bar, something Lori mentioned as probably not working, was full. Catching a glimpse of Yuki's bare looking bottom gave him a clue to why.
He brought the olives back, three jars just to be sure. She bent and kissed his cheek. "Such a helpful young man!" He could now see her pink thong reflected in the mirror behind the bottles.
She focused back on the inspector. "All I'm saying is that if we wanted, we could get this place declaired as an embassy of a country that allows people of... sixteen the pleasure of drinking. Not that we would, this is a family place after all."
'God I love the way she whistles when she talks!' Lincoln bumped into Clyde. took the dishes from his friend and followed Clyde's eyes right back to the model tending the bar. "I know right!"
"Right!" Clyde nodded.
After a long day Lincoln, Liam and Clyde made small talk. Both of his friends held take out containers in boxes for their families. Liam nursed a gin and tonic flavored with cranberries.
Yuki made every "employee" a light drink at the end of the day.
He learned one thing, Leni wasn't a lightweight. She got buzzed after seven and a half Tequila Sunrises and only stripped to her panties with Clyde and Liam still in the room after drinking the rest of Lucy's wine.
Yuki didn't care one way or the other. The model stripped fully to change into comfortable sweats and a loose shirt, slipped on some flipflops and strolled out to her car as if she didn't just reveal herself to the five people left in the building.
"You didn't seem too bothered about that." Liam pointed out to Lincoln as they stood outside waiting for their respective rides.
"Leni is my sister, I've seen her a few times before. Yuki often walks around completely nude, well, until she goes to bed. Then it's panties." Lincoln explained casually, but inside he wanted to ravage Leni and Yuki both.
Lucy stood by them quietly with a smirk as she sipped a Bloody Mary.
"I never noticed what a nice rack Leni has." Liam slipped and mentioned.
"We all have." Lucy's comment had surprised them, well, except Lincoln who had his hand resting on her lower back. she was so quiet and her clothes helped her blend in with the dark. That was how the other two boys had forgotten her presence. She smiled in delight at startling them. "I could only hope mine turn out that nice."
"Yours are perfectly fine, Lucy." Lincoln mentioned and it got him a couple weird looks and a blush. "Oh come on, like you wouldn't have said otherwise!"
"I got Leni dressed! Time to go!" Yuki called for the siblings.
Clyde gave each a hug followed by Liam doing the same. The timing was perfect as Harold McBride and Liam's Mother pulled up.
The ride home had Lincoln between Leni and Lucy. He had an arm around each. Leni lazily kissing his cheek and neck and Lucy cuddled up against him.
"So, what took so long?" Lincoln asked Yuki.
"Your sister wouldn't get dressed unless I got her off." Yuki rubbed her nose. "Then I had to get my nose to stop bleeding." She pouted as Lincoln and Lucy chuckled. "Not funny! Someone could have warned me."
week 3 day 4
Thursday. Lincoln was the only Loud at the restraunt. He was acting host. Greet customers, seat customers. Easy! But now he understood why there was now two doors on the building and a rail between the two spaces. The bar and the restraunt that is.
The bar was for people coming and going. Yuki and Mika were both manning the kitchen and Bar respectively. The easygoing atmosphere gave both sides of the room a relaxed feel.
The bar, it seemed, was only temporary as the sisters were looking to expand to the next building, where the bar would actually be located. It would share a kitchen with the restraunt and serve the same food, but the dining space and drinking spaces would be bigger and seperated by an actual wall. The kitchen would be expanded as well.
"Why?" Lincoln had asked.
"Why not?" Was Mika's reply.
Apparently the trio of sisters had noticed a lack of bars in Royal woods. This set up, as it is was already popular and lucrative as an eatery, was bringing in more business.
Their competition was some grubby dive called The Peanut and an English style pub called The Goose Mallard that had high prices.
You could always go to Lori's last place of employment, but it wasn't a proper bar and there were no mixed drinks.
His sisters did pop in from time to time later in the day. Chat Lincoln up. Check on recipies they had come up with. Check on the employees. Network with customers by asking how they were enjoying the food and service. Basically looking busy.
At least acting as host was easy. By the end of the day the only trouble Lincoln had was stiff legs and sore feet. Mainly from walking and standing at the podium where customers paid their bills or confirmed reservations.
When Lincoln arrived home Shinji was sleeping on the couch. A few items littered the table including envelopes with names on them. He took the one that read Lincoln and wandered upstairs to the bathroom.
After a short soak in the tub he headed to the kitchen. Noting the absence of the other two Kanaans and sitting down to a meal placed before him by his sisters.
"Am I dying?" He joked and the looks of displeasure he got had him retracting his remark. "Kidding! Kidding! Sorry, it was in poor taste!" He looked over the plates before him. "So what did I do to deserve this?"
"We're sorry for having you work at the restraunt alone today." Lori offered the explanation.
"How would you feel about having a bigger room?" Luna aksed.
"Who's moving out?" He asked worridly. his family was everything to him. "Because I'm happy where I am! Just, don't go!"
"Relax, my singular male sibling. No one is vacating the domacile. We have simply relocated your belongings into a larger living space for you." Lisa poured him a glass of milk as she filled him in.
"So where is my room?" He asked.
"Finish dinner, Linky!" Lola lifted a fork with a piece of chicken up for him. She had been noticing her older sisters getting a tad bit more Lincoln time lately and was determined to get some of it back for herself. She had heard Luna and Luan talking about Lincoln eating. If feeding him was the way to do it, she was going to feed him.
Lincoln had to admit, being pampered was nice. Especially since he wasn't pitting his sisters against eachother for a trip somewhere.
Lana massaged his feet.
Lola insisted on feeding him his meal.
Lynn gave him a shoulder massage.
They talked about the things that they had planned for the rest of the weekend and coming weeks. He could easily attend their events and looked forward to it.
Currently he lie in his new bed. A double queen. Theoretically his sisters and violet could share it with him if they all crammed in somehow.
It felt big and lonely though.
He looked around his parents' old room. He had his own bathroom, had a closet, and he had all this extra space to use.
He also had memories of his parents.
week 3 day 5
It was officially Friday. He had just dozed off when the Lola pulled a half asleep Lana into his new room. She crawled up on the mattress and pulled Lana up. They each claimed one side of him. Lana immediately drooling a bit on his shoulder while he felt Lola's eyes boring into him.
"Everything okay?" He asked.
"Do you still love me, am I still your little princess, Big Brother?" She sounded worried like she might start to cry.
"All my sisters are princesses!" He said sleepily. "I love you all equally and all in your own special ways!" He pulled her tighter against him. "You don't need to compete with family, Lola. We will spend all day Sunday together, after your pageant. Princess!" He had meant to kiss her nose but caught her lips because she looked up a bit more. Before he knew it, she was laying on him, kissing him happily and lightly grinding her crotch against his abs. His hand resting on her bottom.
She tensed after a while, shook and went limp. "Lincoln?" She asked worridly. She could see him smile down at her and knew then that he wasn't mad. She eased off to his left side and cuddled close to him again.
No time had really passed. "You hear something buzzing?" He asked.
"Sorry." Lana mumbled, he felt her reach between him and herself and the buzzing stopped. She placed her hand high up on his chest and he couldn't help but notice the dampness or the smell.
'Good thing I'm really tired.' He yawned. 'Or I might just have been awake enough and asleep enough to do something about that.' Another yawn. "Good night my princesses!" The three slipped into peaceful slumber together without another word.
Morning came and he had two handfulls of identical bottoms. He slid his hands up to rest on their waists. Both girls slept peacefully and with smiles while he studied their faces closely taking note of their similarities and slight differences.
Lana had the slightest scar on her nose. He remmebered her trying to loosen a bolt on Vanzilla when the wrench had slipped and bumped her quite harshly. Not only did she get a bloody nose, but a nice little cut from the edge of the wrench.
Lola had worried the most. They might fight and argue about who is the better twin, but they take great pride in being identical. In looks at least.
Lola had a small scar of her own. A lighter pink spot, a line actually, from a busted lip. You had to look really close to see ut. Usually it was covered by lipstick or colored gloss. She had gotten in a fight with a girl who had been putting Lana down at one of the many pageants. She waited until after the pageant and when they had returned to the hotel. Lola confronted the girl, gotten slapped, then the brawl broke out.
Lola had been the victor, and Lana took care of her twin. All teary eyed at the way Lola had stuck up for her. He had almost forgotten that it was so long ago.
When the twins stirred, he was greeted by a kiss on each cheek. Both sat up after a bit more cuddling.
"I had a great dream last night!" Lola gave Lincoln a wink before she hopped off the bed.
Lana sat there scratching under her arm. "I need new batteries." She thought out loud "Lola liked hers too. Why did you tell her it was from me?"
"Technically it was." He admitted. He was still wondering what the wink Lola had given him was about.
Lana turned him to face her and kissed him quickly on the lips. "I know I'm my age and all, but I do know things. And I don't mean what I learned from those magazines." She shuffled off the bed and he heard more than saw the animals which followed the younger Loud tomboy around. "Come with Mama, my babies!"
A few minutes after using his new bathroom Lincoln walked back into his new bedroom to see Mika standing there, lofa in hand, wrapped in a fluffy, cerulean, mid-thigh length robe and toting a small case of bath stuff. "You mind?" She motioned to the door.
"Only if I can watch!" He joked. Mika turned to leave. "I was joking."
She paused and looked back at him.
"Yeah, it's free. I'm working the lunch shift today, and cooking breakfast makes me sweaty so... I won't need it now."
She stroked his cheek as she walked by and gave him a look that said "thank you!" but that was all. The door closed and he heard the lock.
He stare at the door a bit perplexed. Mika had worn sleep attire that seemed like a second skin, her robes were always short, he had seen her in her underclothes, though always a shirt and panties, never a bra. She was so alike yet unlike her sisters.
Shinji appeared next to him. In fact she scared him when she crunched a handful of chips between her teeth.
"Long day yesterday?" He asked.
"Until yesterday I'd been awake for about two weeks." She held the bag out to him.
"No thanks." He looked at her as she was staring blankly at the door, or was she studying it. "Two weeks?"
She nodded.
"Really?" He didn't believe her.
"Really." She indicated the bathroom with her bag. "Imagining my sister naked?"
He blushed. She grinned. "I've seen you and Yuki, you guys have no shame."
"What is there to be ashamed of?" She asked through a mouthful of chips.
"Nothing!" He answered quickly. "I mean, she doesn't either. I mean, she constantly wears stuff around the house that's like a second skin, or revealing, I mean those legs!" He stopped when he glanced up to see Shinji grinning amusedly, her eyes still fixed on the door. "You're all model material, you know. Tens." He told her.
"That's sweet, Lincoln, but I'm more of a nine." She pushed down the right hip of her pajama pants revealing the scar he had seen once before. She let the article snap back into place.
"Why are you wearing Hong Kong Phooey pajamas?" He asked because the idea of cartoons didn't fit with the image he had conjured of the woman.
"Because he's the number one super guy!" She answered then strolled from the room singing the theme song for the show.
He stood there looking back on her since she had become a presence in their lives. Felix The Cat key chain. The time he saw her in Pretty Princess Pony panties, maybe that was Yuki. An assortment of Tex Avery characters adorned her boxers. The worn Kim Possible tee she wore often. Come to think of it, she watched a lot of cartoons with his sisters and him. More than once he found her watching them alone.
'She really likes cartoons! The scariest person I know and she's a child-woman.' he chuckled.
"Being a kid a heart is what keeps her sane." Lincoln jumped as Mika spoke behind him.
He spun in place and saw her wrapping her hair.
'I read minds, kid.' She smirked.
"I heard that!"
'Duh! That's the point.' His eyes grew wide as she never moved her lips. 'No, I'm not a ventriloquist. Telepathy.' She answered his question before he could ask. 'Back to the mind reading. It doesn't work on the phone, sometimes I forget to turn it off, like now. So, you and Lola made out.' Mika's smirk grew some and she waggled her eyebrows. 'It's all she's been thinking about, that and you spending the day with her Sunday.' She lost the teasing part of her smirk. 'Really sweet, Lincoln! Makes me wish I had a big brother.'
Lincoln heard a loud crunch and she began to chew. "Never could just let one dissolve." He smelled cinnamon wafting towards him. "Now Lana, that girl is hard to read. She's like someone with ADD wrote an issue of Readers Digest. One minute you're reading about a man lost in the wilderness and the next you're reading the second half of an article about bouqet arrangement."
"Huh?"
"My point exactly." Mika unwrapped another candy and popped it in her mouth. "So, it's been twenty minutes, what did you make for breakfast?"
It was funny how casual the act of making breakfast was. Even after getting busted imagining her naked, she had no change of attitude with him. He simply watched as she made crepes. Then he made a few. Breakfast was served.
He looked himself over really quick, though he couldn't see it, he felt the few days he had missed jogging with Lynn in the morning.
He went back to his room having not taken part in the morning conversation. It wasn't until he had one of his shoes on that he felt tears.
All the time his parents had been gone, Lincoln hadn't fully mourned. He didn't feel like doing anything today. Anything at all. Their room was now his.
He swore he could still smell the lingering of his mother's perfume and tones of his dad's cologne. Memory after memory playing through his mind. Lincoln kicked off the shoe, and curled up on the center of his bed. He began talking to them, confessing everything and hoping that they weren't disappointed.
week 3 day 6
"Found him." He heard the hushed voice come from his doorway.
The light came on and Lincoln sat up to see his worried sisters. Violet holding Demon and he even saw Sam and Daisy.
"What's up?" He asked. He hadn't yet realized that he had slept the past day away.
"Have you been here all day?" Lynn asked. It seemed as if she didn't know to be worried or mad.