This chapter takes place from the perspective of someone other than Lincoln for some of it. Not all of it, but I needed a change in perspective for the purpose of narrative flow. If I didn't include it, some pretty major things would change off screen. Basically, to aid my audiences understanding of the situation, I'm showing you guys specific events as they develop. Specific events that are outside of Lincolns realm of awareness. I'm not sure why I spent so much time justifying this.

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"Why don't you text me all the time like you did with Bobby?" Lincoln asked his eldest sibling.

They lay on her bed, embracing each other. Lori rested her chin on top of his head, as she squeezed him close to her.

"Hmm?" She asked, "Are you bothered by it?"

"No." Lincoln clarified. "I guess I'm just curious. I mean, when you were dating Bobby you almost never put your phone down."

She hummed in thought for a moment.

"Well, I didn't literally live in the same house as Bobby for one." She pointed out. "I spent so much of my time on the phone with him because I didn't get to see him whenever I wanted, but you're literally just down the hall from me. If I want to see you, I can just come see you."

Lincoln shifted in her grasp, pulling back enough to look her in the eyes.

"Do you miss him?"

She considered him, worry coloring her expression, but she answered anyway.

"Sometimes." She held his gaze, "But not as much as I would if I didn't have you." She bent, kissing the bridge of his nose. "What's this about?"

Shadows cast over his eyes as he bowed his head.

"I guess I'm just worried."

"Abou-" She was cut off when his lips met hers.

"I love you."

Lori didn't get a chance to respond, Lincoln diving back in and capturing her mouth with his own. He rolled them over so he was on top and attacked her tongue with his own. She put up a faint struggle at first, determined to ask him what was bothering him, but her struggles gradually became weaker. Lincoln could feel the exact moment when she stopped fighting him completely, and gave in to the situation at hand. She stopped attempting to pull away and instead, pressed her lips against his even harder. Her tongue became involved in a fight for dominance that she was fated to lose.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, and she groaned in his mouth, pulling him closer to her. One of his hands came from her head and latched onto one of her orbs. His fingers pressing and squeezing across the surface, strafing around the hard nub at the tip. Teasing her, even as her breath came out more quickly and she fought to breath evenly. A task made harder by their continuing kiss.

Lincoln pulled away, allowing her to finally pull in a proper amount of air. Moving down in her grasp, he gently pulled her shirt up, bunching it just under her arms, before latching back to her left breast with his hand and seizing the hardened nipple of her right between his teeth. She gasped and arced her back, even as his other hand slithered down the front of her shorts and his digits buried themselves in her core.

Time stamp 7:30 PM, flashed in the corner of the screen, and Luan smirked. Glancing at the clock which read an identical time. She was watching this live, and oh boy, she was recording it too.

Something caught her eye though. At the edge of the feed the door had opened, though she suspected that neither of the two performers had noticed, and the crimson blushing face of one Leni Loud peaked around the door frame. Ha ha, she was getting quite the show. If she strained herself, Luan almost thought she could hear it from here, but that was probably just her imagination. As a common practice, she muted her recordings so she didn't alert anyone to what she did or was doing. Sure they technically knew she recorded them, but out of sight, out of mind. Or in this case, out of hearing, out of mind.

The sound of the knob turning, alerted Luan and she shut down her monitor just as Luna entered the room. Her older sister, barely catching a flash of the action, but not getting a good enough look to identify it one way or the other.

"Hey love." Luna greeted her, closing the door in her passing, "What were you just watching?"

Luna, sharp as ever. Luan loved her older sister, but she wished she didn't ask so many questions

"Ah," She raced for an answer, before snorting as one came to her. "Just a Family Friendly romance story. Ha ha."

Luna raised an eyebrow in question, then lowered it and furrowed her brow. Luan could almost see her sister tilting her words around in her head. Examining them from all angles to find the hidden meaning. Then when a brilliant scarlet flush spread over Lunas cheeks, she knew she hadn't been subtle enough.

"M-mate…" Luna breathed, embarrassment flowing off her in waves. "W-were you watching i-incest p-porn?" She whispered the last part, and Luan almost didn't hear the question.

Before she could answer though, Luna about faced and marched from the room.

"I'll uh, I'll just leave you to it than." She said in parting, before closing the door.

Luan was left staring at the barrier. A faint blush of her own heating her face. She'd just acknowledged that Luna was smart, why'd she give such an obvious clue!? That was stupid! The only saving grace was that Luna definitely didn't know who the stars of the action were. Luan turned back to her desk, but couldn't bring herself to switch her monitor back on. Her face fell until her forehead slammed against her desk.

WHO WANTS TO PLAY A TABLE TOP RPG? THAT STANDS FOR TABLE TOP ROCKET PROPELLED GRENADE.

Lucy hadn't been alive for a very long time, but in her short existence, she'd come to several conclusions. The first was that she loved her older brother more than anyone else in the world. The second was that they couldn't be together because society said so. The third was that society was rotten. The fourth was that, if society was rotten than there was nothing to live for except Lincoln.

The fact that Lincoln came to her and decided to be with her despite what society said was right or wrong, filled her heart with joy. It wasn't an emotion she could claim to have much experience with, but her time with Lincoln exposed it to her more and more. Lincoln wasn't hers alone of course. He sought to bring others into his fold. Lucy couldn't blame him though. Lincoln was her shining beacon. The light that cast away the darkness that threatened to swallow her. If he wanted to save more people, who was she to deny him. That didn't mean she had to like sharing his glow though.

So when he gave her the task of reeling Lori so far into his sway that she couldn't escape. Lucy felt… Happy… And angry. Lincoln had given her a task. He trusted her to act in his stead and move at his will. A warm glow spread from her heart at the thought of it. But Lori was making him work for something that was his by right. If he wanted Lori, she should have just accepted him and come at his call, but she wasn't. Lori was arrogant. She thought she could hold what Lincoln deserved out of his reach, and reap the benefits of his attention. Lori needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to be taught her place. She needed to be shown that she already belonged to Lincoln, and any thoughts she had to the contrary were just her deluding herself. The knowledge felt like lava rocks in the pit of her stomach. It burned through her and battled the good feelings bestowed upon her by her beloved brother. The happiness won out of course, as she knew it would. For her anger came from herself, but her happiness came from someone far above her. It only made sense that such a precious gift, bestowed on her by her brother, would be more powerful than anything she could muster. However, despite the happiness winning out, the anger was still there. Lucy would have to take care of it when she began her task.

Before that however, Lucy wanted to give her beloved brother something. When they'd had their first encounter of the flesh, Lucy had not given him full access to herself. It was his right to take it of course, but he was benevolent and had abided by her wishes. She hadn't felt ready, and he respected her desire to abstain. Now though, now that she was about to begin her trial. She wanted to give herself to him completely. She was already his, but she wanted to make sure he knew that. So she requested his presence in the attic and when to wait for him. Sitting in the darkness until her love arrived.

I CAME UP WITH A STRATEGY FOR EATING A TON OF FOOD IN ONE SITTING. I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU WOULD WANT TO, BUT STILL.

When Lincoln climbed into the attic, he quickly picked Lucy from the shadows. He lifted the ladder back up and closed the trapdoor. Making his way over to his younger sister, he stopped in front of her, wondering what she wanted. She'd not told him when she asked him to meet her here.

"I'm always happy to see you Lucy, but did you want something specific?" He asked her when she made no move to tell him.

She shuffled from foot to foot, shifting side to side, and wringing her hands together. Finally she took out the head band he'd given her days prior and put it on. The band of plastic held her bangs back and looked up at him with wide, worried eyes.

"I wanted…" She mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear. "I-I'm going to be starting the task you gave me, tomorrow." She took a nervous breath, her entire frame shuddering. "I… I wanted to give myself to you completely before I did it."

"You mean?" His eyes widened.

"I-I want to have s-se…" She seemed unable to finish the sentence, and Lincoln wasn't going to make her.

"I understand." He bent down and pressed his lips softly against her own.

Pulling away, he grasped the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up. She raised her arms up to help, and he slipped the garment over her head and off her body. Bending down, he hooked his thumb into the band of her panties and dragged them down to legs, until she stepped from them. Before him, she was left only dressed in her striped long socks. Her breath quickened, and a flush was visible that extended down to her collar. Her nipples are like beads against the air.

So as to make things fair, Lincoln quickly divested himself of his own attire. His orange shirt, underwear, and jeans quickly finding themselves in a pile on the floor. His shaft was not completely hard yet, and Lucy wasn't ready even if he had been. Quickly picking her up, he lay her back of the mattress and placed his head between her legs.

The embarrassment of the situation had left her pretty dry, but Lincoln would fix that. Moving forward, he let his tongue drape from his mouth. Placing the tip against the bottom of her slit, he pressed his organ firmly against hers and rasped up it. Lucy gasped, a sudden intake of breath. When the tip of his tongue brushed passed the bead at the top of her split, he zeroed in on it, and latched onto it with his teeth. Reaching up, he brushed the pad of his thumb across the lips, before pushing it between them and massaging her inner walls.

His tongue joined his thumb, the organ writhing in her core. Her breath became shorter, and he could hear as the air flowed between her clenched teeth. With his other hand he latched back onto her neglected bead. Rolling it between his digits, stroking and pulling it. He felt her inner walls contract around his fingers and tongue, with only that as warning, her juices flowed.

With her nectars dripping down his chin, he crawled up her body and shared her flavor with her. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he cradled the organ while she sampled herself.

He lined his fully hard member with her soaked opening and looked down, his eyes meeting hers.

"This is your last chance to back out." He told her, giving her the opportunity even after all that had happened.

She shook her head in the negative, and Lincoln finally pushed in. Her slick folds enveloped him slowly as he carefully eased into her core. He didn't want to hurt her. So with every wince and every hitch in her breath, he stopped. He waited for her to give the okay, and continued until her next flinch. At the end of it all, he found himself nestled in as far as he could go, and he rested. Letting her stretch around him and get used to him.

She had her eyes closed, but when she nodded for him to continue, he pulled from her until they almost disconnected, then sank back in. She rippled over his length, as the ridge at the end of himself scraped along her inner walls. He set a tender pace, rocking in and out of her as fast as he dared. A tingle built and raced up his spine like he was ticklish. A shiver ground through her body with every push, and her breathing took a ragged edge with every pull. Something grew inside him, like an electrical charge on a coil. It begged to be released, it pleaded for him to go faster, but he didn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He might hurt his beloved little sister.

Her fingers sought purchase against the mattress, and she pushed against it with her elbows.

"M-ma, L-Lincoln. Something i-is. I n-need. Please, please. G-go fa-faster." She began to buck her hips in an attempt to speed things up. "I-it's tort-please?"

Reaching down with both hands, Lincoln grasped her hips and held her. He stopped her from bucking against him, because he was in control of this. She wasn't allowed to usurp him. But she'd requested he go faster. The charge inside him coiled tighter and tighter as his pace picked up. A gradual change, pumping into her faster and faster, until he couldn't stop himself anymore and he was slamming into her at a furious pace. His chest heaved, air hot in his lungs.

Lucys breathing came out in strangled gasps. She muttered nonsense. Half formed words and incomplete sounds. Then her muscles locked and a keening whine escaped her as her nectars flooded out, soaking the bed. With a final thrust, the charge uncoiled completely and Lincoln felt his shaft jerk as he released his seed inside his sister.

He lost strength. His body felt like it was made of soaked noodles. He collapsed onto Lucy, laying on top of her and pressing her into the bed. She opened her eyes, and they sparkled in the darkness. Her lips forming a true smile. Lincoln brought himself down to meet her in a kiss.

"Thank you." She murmured as they separated.

SWEET, BUT I DON'T THINK THAT WAS MY BEST WORK. AS FAR AS SEX OR EROTICISM IS CONCERNED ANYWAY.

Lori didn't want to just agree with Lincoln when he'd expressed concern about Lenis dating life. She was having a hard time countering his concerns though. Leni was… She was special. And Lori didn't mean that in the way that most people meant special. She didn't mean "special" She meant, actually one of a kind. Leni wasn't dumb, but she had an innocence about her, that was hard to spoil. It was hard for Her to spoil anyway. Lori didn't know anyone who would be monstrous enough to corrupt Leni, but that didn't mean that people like that didn't exist. It also wasn't out of the question that she actually didn't know the people around her as well as she thought she did. After all, Bobby cheated on her and before it happened she didn't think he had it in him.

What should she do though. She couldn't literally watch Leni every moment of every day. It wasn't possible! She supposed she could get the other Loud children to help. Lincoln would definitely help, but even then, they couldn't watch he one hundred percent of the time. They also couldn't tell Leni what they were trying to do. She might not appreciate it, even though they were doing it for her own good.

At the same time, Lori couldn't stand the thought of letting Leni work things out on her own. Maybe it would work, but there were some real monsters out there who would snap Leni up in a heartbeat and destroy her.

Lori didn't want to agree with Lincoln, but she found she had too. Now that she was thinking about it, she might actually have to guide Leni to a guy who would properly appreciate her. A guy like Lincoln.

"I know what you're doing." Lori jerked in surprise, as Lucy spoke from behind her.

"What?! Lucy?" Lori spun around to face her younger sibling, "What are you talking about?"

Though Lori couldn't see Lucys bang covered eyes, she could feel her younger sisters gaze boring into her.

"With Lincoln, I know what you're doing." Lori felt her blood freeze in her veins. "I won't stop you, and I won't tell anyone, but Lincoln deserves better than you."

Lucy took a step towards her, and Lori took a step back. Another step forward, another step back, until Lori felt her bed behind her and she couldn't back up any further. Lucy came to stop right in front of her, and pushed her onto her back on the bed, before climbing on top and moving up her body.

"W-what are you doing?" Lori stuttered, finding Lucys face hovering above hers.

"I'm punishing you." She leaned down and pressed a kiss against Loris unresponsive lips. "You don't deserve Lincoln. He deserves better than you, but you've taken him anyway." Lori lay limp as Lucys hands roamed her body. "You're scum, and you deserve to be punished for your transgressions." A hand snaked up her shirt, grasping her breast. "What better punishment than the guilt you'll feel for having cheated on Lincoln." Lucys hand slipped into her shorts. "You can't even apologize or tell him, or I'll tell our parents what you did." Lucys fingers slipped into her core. "And if you break his heart." Her lips formed a snarl, "I'll destroy you."

Lori couldn't make a sound out loud. In her head though, she was screaming.

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Chapter notes:

I briefly considered having that first scene with Lori and Lincoln take place on a miniature golf course, but as hilarious as that would be, there's no way Lori would do anything like that in public, and there's no way Luan would have hidden cameras set up at a random miniature gold course. It did actually take me quite a while to think up a replacement location and activity though.

I tried to convey that Lucys feelings for her brother border on religious. Did that come across?

I don't think that sex scene between Lucy and Lincoln is my best work.

Wow, those are some pretty intense feelings Lucy has for Lori. I wonder how Lori will respond when she can think again. Also, I hope it's apparent that this wasn't at all what Lincoln intended when he told Lucy to seduce Lori. He wanted them to have a positive relationship together so that their individual levels of happiness would increase, he just misjudged the situation.