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The feel of his lips against hers. Silken, and rough, at the same time. Pressing firmly. Needfully. Shallow air caught in her throat, leaving her light headed and tingling. Floating above everything. Floating above herself, as he molded himself against her. Was everything always so delicious? Tongues probed her depths, entwining her own, and embracing her. Tastes like peanut butter.

A hand rose up to cup her cheek, while another slipped under her shirt. Snaking up to palm her orb. A digit flicking across the nub at the top, as the rest squeezed gently. The other hand coming down to hold her jaw.

His tongue traced her teeth, before the tip pressed down on her own, coaxing hers to follow as he retreated back. Catching her organ lightly between his teeth, when she followed, a moan bubbled through her. Rumbling her frame, as it climbed up her throat, to be muffled against his lips. Releasing her, he prodded at her, beckoning her deeper, and she could feel herself sinking. Dark clouds, obscuring her thoughts, until he suddenly pulled back and she pulled in a gasping breath, pushing the fog back and keeping it at bay, until he dove back in, and she found herself pushed back. Her head met her pillow, and she absently wished she had longer hair, so it would spread out like a halo. Maybe he'd look at her differently.

His organ darted back into her mouth, and she clamped her lips around it. Applying a gentle suction, as she drank his spit. Her mouth watering, and filling up what empty space remained, she could feel some running down her chin, until she gulped it down.

He pulled back. His eyes gazing lovingly into hers. His hand came up from her jaw, fingers plunging into her cavern, and she closed her eyes again, to just savor the taste. Faintly nutty and salty. She loved it. Her tongue traced along each digit, wrapping around, and between each limb. Running along his nails, and the backs. She did her best to taste his palm, and all the while his other hand flowed down her front, until they found the hem of her knickers, and slipped in. His digits finding her slit, already wet with anticipation. He traced the lips with the tips, and a single one found itself a home in the folds inside her. Soon joined by another.

As her organ was making another round across his fingers, they suddenly closed, trapping it in place. Her jaw stuck open, as spit bubbled over the her teeth and lips, and joined the light stream that was making it's way down her neck.

He rasped her inner walls, long appendages reaching in deep, and rubbing along the pink walls, as though searching for something, before just pressing down firmly and making an agonizingly slow retreat. They were almost out, when they changed directions and pushed back in, and she whimpered softly as she jerked her hips, desperately wishing he would speed up.

Reading her perfectly, he did. His two fingers furrowing a burning trail between the inner rim of her folds, and a indefinable spot somewhere deep inside her. He pumped his fingers into her, tracing the same path over and over again, with increasing speed, as her hips bucked, and her body jerked, and chirps of pleasure involuntarily escaped her.

Liquid pooled in her mouth, and followed the path down, inching further, and further across her expanse of skin, until it found the valley between her breasts and funneled through. Her face was hot. Her breaths were gasps. Pulling in, and blowing out, fast and shallow. Beads of sweat stung the corners of her eyes, and ran down her cheeks; joining the river that already carving a path down the front of her body.

Something was building up inside her, and she couldn't stand it. A string being pulled too tightly in tuning. Each breath, each jerk, each searching pull at her walls, twisting it closer and closer to the breaking point until…

Her eyes flew open. Her back arced up. Her attempt to call his name was muffled by his fingers, but her juices flooding his hand must have gotten how she felt across just as well.

Then she came down. The glow of her orgasm fading away, as cold sweat replaced the heated sweat of before… And Luna Loud pulled her hands from her mouth and skirt, dropping them to her stomach, as she stared at the ceiling. A silent dread pooling in her gut.

I gave Luna an oral fixation. I wanted to try that with one of the sisters, so… Here you go.

Luna hadn't known that there was even a place like this. She turned to look up at the advertised movies, as she and Leni stepped out onto the sidewalk. A place that exclusively played old films. With a playlist featuring classics like Mama Mia, and Les Miserables. She supposed it made sense though. The classics were classics for a reason, and you couldn't beat the feel of seeing a movie in theaters. Watching it at home just didn't compare, and not everyone could afford a home theater. It also made sense that such a place would be better placed in the city, rather than the suburbs. More people meant more customers.

She'd wondered, when Lori showed them the tickets, why she'd gotten them tickets to see Singing In the Rain. She wasn't complaining. It was a really good movie, and Leni seemed to like it too, but it was edging dangerously close to…

She breathed out heavily, slumping her shoulders, and letting the sounds of the city wash her away. The sounds of cars honking, and feet slapping against the sidewalk. She was thinking about something else.

"Oh, Luna!" Leni squealed from beside her, bouncing in place, and pointing across the street. "There's totally the most adorbs boutique over there! Can we go in?"

"Sure." She granted easily. Letting Leni pull her along, by their intertwined hands, to the nearest crosswalk.

When it came to distractions, Leni was on of the best. She let the technical jargon of the fashion world wash over her, as Leni jumped from one display to the next. Chattering with the surprised attendant as often as she spent explaining one thing or another to Luna.

"In the end, the most important thing is whether or not you feel good wearing it," Leni Lectured, her eyes bright, and her finger gesturing in a way reminiscent of Lisa. "But you can feel good in a lot of things, so you shouldn't just find the one thing you like and stick to that forever."

"Yeah?" She looked down at her current threads… She'd never really paid attention to it, but all her clothes kind of looked the same.

"Mmhmm." Leni nodded happily. "Lori just got a purple sundress the other day. It's totes the best."

"Huh…" She tilted her head up, listening to the AC unit quietly hum in the background while she thought. "I've never been comfortable in more…" She didn't know how to put it. "Flowery? Clothing, but I might be good with getting some jeans, or something, sometime."

Leni bounced in place, clapping excitedly, and Luna couldn't help but smile.

"I'll help!" She volunteered.

Grasping Luna by the hand again, she waved to the attendant with her other, and dragged Luna from the store. She was almost skipping down the walkway, humming a aimless tune to herself.

After a few minutes, Luna noticed that they didn't seem to be going in any direction in particular. Pulling out her phone, she pulled up directions to a diner that Lori suggested to go along with the food money she'd shoved in Luna's hand when she was pushing them out the door. Apparently she used to go there all the time with Bobby. Said something about how as much as she didn't like thinking about him these days, the diner itself was pretty chill.

Taking the lead, Luna tugged Leni along behind her, they spent a few minutes in a comfortable non-conversation. Humming tunes back and forth in what could be called a game, if you squinted. Reaching this nice little place, with umbrella tables outside. It was called The Soup Kitchen. The name was kinda cute. Apparently is was a place that specialized in different kinds of soups and stews. They had other stuff on the menu, but the vast majority of it was taken up by different kinds of soups. There were some on the menu that Luna had never heard of.

She got something she'd never had before. A vegetable soup in a coconut milk broth. Leni just got a salad.

"You know, this has been really fun." She rested her cheek on her fist, cracking an easy smile as she leaned to the side.

Wait… Was that Bobby over there? She leaned a bit further. Yeah… Bobby and Ronnie Anne were sitting near the back of the diner, talking quietly and sharing a soda. Ronnie Anne dipped half a roll into her older brothers soup, and took a bite… Luna sat back up straight, turning back to Leni as she was opening her mouth.

"Yeah, this is just like the date I went on with Lori and Lincoln."

What? No. No… That was no. Not a good topic. Date? Leni knew what a date was? She had to have been mistaken. She hung out with Lori and Lincoln, and thought they were all on a date. Did Leni think This was a date? Her mind flashed back to their intertwined fingers… Oh… She'd need to… To… Uh…

The food came, and she stared down into the bowl. The milky white broth swirling around. She could get through this. Just wait until they got home, and she could have Lori explain to Leni that this wasn't a date.

I've always wondered why taking a bite out of a burger, or a fry, is supposed to be so much more romantic than taking a bite of salad, or a spoonful of soup.

This wasn't… No, she couldn't. She couldn't feel the way she thought she did. She was misreading things. Clearly they just had a very close relationship, and all this talk of… Well it was messing with her head.

She needed to sort out her feelings. She needed a place to start. From the beginning.

How did she feel about Bobby? Not in a relationship sense, just… No, maybe. If she defined the easiest things first, the harder things wouldn't be as hard. How did she feel about Bobby? She didn't know him personally. In all the time that he'd dated Lori, Luna had never exchanged more than pleasantries with him. He seemed nice enough, and little too bland for her, but nice. Of course, given what she now knew about him, maybe bland wasn't the right word. She couldn't say she disliked him, but she couldn't claim to think much of him either. Now though? What he did? She meant what she said before, about how it was all good as long as both Ronnie Anne, and Bobby were happy with the relationship… Maybe she couldn't see what made Ronnie Anne better than Lori, but… She wasn't against his new relationship. It wasn't hurting anyone, so it was fine, right?

How did she feel about Ronnie Anne? She felt the same way about Ronnie Anne's part in the relationship that she did about Bobby's. She'd apparently sought him out, and Luna couldn't say she understood what Ronnie Anne saw in Bobby, but she was fine with the relationship as it existed… Just not with how it came about. She may have felt the way she did about Bobby, but stealing him from Lori? Come on man, that wasn't cool. When Ronnie Anne had been dating Lincoln, Luna thought she was cute. She thought Lincoln could have done better than someone who would punch him in public, rather than risk embarrassment, but she still thought Ronnie Anne was a good friend to him.

How did she feel about Lincoln than? He was a good brother. He was kind, smart, and chill. He was there for her when she needed him. He was always thinking about her, and he was very mature. He was one of her best friends, and he was kind of cute. She liked the way he held her when they hugged. She liked the way he talked to her when they spoke. She loved that he was interested in what she said, and was willing to listen and learn even when he didn't know what she was talking about. She adored the way he cared, always going out of his way to show her how much he loved her. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to hug him. She wanted to hold him while she slept. She wanted to tell him how much she… Bollocks…

Final questions. Would she be okay with starting a relationship with him? Yes. Did she want to? Yes. Would she try? No. She felt like a coward… But she was his sister… How could he possibly feel the same? He didn't, he couldn't. He loved her, yes, but not as a girl. He loved her as a sister, and a friend… Trying for more would just ruin what they already had, and Luna couldn't stand the thought of that.

How Bloody Fucking sad was that?

Man… This is going to be a long chapter…

Lincoln felt like he had to be reaching the limit on how much trouble a single relationship is allowed to spawn… Granted, his relationship was somewhat more complicated than others. He was dating three girls. Two of them openly… Kind of…, and one of them secretly, and he'd instructed his more secret girlfriend to seduce his less secret girlfriends… And also all three of them were his sisters… That was bound to create a lot of conflict, but come on universe, he was just trying to keep everyone happy. How was he supposed to do that while also fending off the machinations of Luan?

On the bright side, Lori knew what was happening. So she wasn't upset at him for hanging out with Luan. She wasn't happy, that much didn't need to be said, but she wasn't hurting either, and if the options were between her being pissed off and hurting, and her just being pissed off, he'd take her just being pissed off in a heart beat.

So things on that front were going about as well as could be expected… A little better actually, despite some bumps in the road early on. Lori and Lucy had made up, and were doing pretty well with each other. Lucy reported an ever improving relationship with their elder sister. She just needed to find a way to move their relationship in a more romantic direction. She'd been doing really well with that when it came to Leni though. Lucy and Leni's pseudo romantic connection should help Lucy with Lori going forward.

He was also successful in his efforts to become closer to Luna… Which was nice… He couldn't really go forward with any kinds of romantic plans unless Lori gave him the okay, but it was worth it just to have a closer connection to his musical sister… It brought up unpleasant thoughts though, this subject… Who would he choose between Lucy and Lori, if he was forced to choose one or the other, at some point in the future? He didn't want to think about it. If he had his way, it would never happen. If his plans succeeded, it would never happen… Still, he knew better than to try to juggle more than he could keep track off. That was a sure way to drop everything and hurt everyone.

Luan though… What was he going to do about her? He leaned back in the living room lounge chair. She had something on him. Process of elimination told him that it was probably something she'd seen on her cameras. As careful as he'd been when seducing Lucy, he'd been absolutely careless when seducing Lori… Well, not completely, but mostly. So Luan most likely saw them doing something less than familial on her cameras, and recorded it.

What was he going to do about that? Sighing heavily, he opened his eyes to look at the ceiling. He had to find a way to destroy the records of it somehow… That wouldn't be the end of it of course. She'd still have her camera system, and the moment he actually initiated his plan she'd know that he wasn't playing along as nicely as she wanted him to. At which point she'd… She might try to tell Lori about the time he'd spent with her, but Lori already knew about that, so that wouldn't work… Also she wasn't being that sneaky about it anyway, if Lori's complaints were anything to go on. He didn't really understand her though process, but she seemed to be trying to sour his existing relationship, so that she looked like the more attractive option.

So, he needed to erase the recorded copy of whatever Luan had seen, and he also needed some way to keep her from continuing to work against them. Luan wasn't the type of person to accept failure. If it became apparent that she wasn't going to win, she'd at least try to make sure that everyone lost equally.

So, he needed to find a way to delete the copy of the recordings that probably existed on her computer. That would't be the end of it though, because she probably had a physical backup stored on a USB drive somewhere… God damn, this was hard… He found himself staring aimlessly out the window. Lisa seemed to be on his side… Or, at least, not against him. She knew about his relationship with Lori, and seemed pretty okay with it, so maybe he could go to her for help with this. Have her hack into Luan's computer and erase the digital copy, and take down the camera system… Or at least shut out Luan's access to them.

That wouldn't get rid of the physical copy, but if Lincoln knew Luan as well as he thought he did; as soon as she found out what happened, and figured out that he was behind it, she'd try to threaten him. She might take out the physical copy when she did that, just to wave in his face. He might be able to overpower her, with Lucy's help, and take it then… At which point… Uh, shit… He'd just have to be super careful about what he did with Lori, and where, from then on. He didn't know, he'd figure things out as they came up.

"Hey Lincoln."

He tilted his head to see Luna at the bottom of the stairs. She was smiling nervously, and shifting awkwardly.

"Hi Luna." He waved back. "Come sit with me, we'll watch tv or something." Patting the space between his legs, he shifted back to give her some room.

A frown almost formed when she stiffened. Her back straightening, she took half a step back as she seemed to fight with herself over something.

I gotta pay my bills.

Lucy and Luan stood across from each other, in the kitchen. Waves of hatred radiated off the darker of the two, that Lynn could feel even though they weren't directed at her. She peaked, around the edge of the doorway, at the two.

"Aw!" Luan sang sickeningly sweetly. "You Loath me. You really loath me! I don't know what to say."

Lynn wasn't usually one to filter for the sake of other people's feelings, but this felt needlessly confrontational. It also felt a little… She didn't know. What was actually happening here? Clearly Luan and Lucy weren't getting along. Hell, Lucy seemed to Hate Luan… She probably didn't. She was probably just pretty angry, but still. It all kind of made sense… Kind of… Luan and Lucy were, according to what she knew, on different sides. Luan was trying to steel Lori's boyfriend, whoever that was, and Lucy was trying to help Lori's relationship along; that was bound to create some tension between them, but this felt really extreme.

"Stop." Lucy snarled.

"Of course you're just jealous aren't you? I got what you wanted. What you lost to Lori, not that you had a chance in the first place. Bit too young for him, don't you think?" The comedian casually leaned against the counter.

What? Lucy? The girl stood, a storm of black emotions threatening to swallow up anything that got too close.

"I know you Luce." A toothy grin split Luan's face. "I know that given half an opportunity, you'll do your best to destroy me." She tilted her head to the side. "But I also know me, and I know Him. I know that I'll never give you a tenth of an opportunity. And I know that He'll be so disappointed in you if you try. So be a good girl, okay? It's really in the best interest of all of us."

Man if this isn't a clash of the crazies, I don't know what is.

She'd never really thought about all the stuff that went into baking, but it was a lot more complicated than she initially gave it credit for.

"Okay so what's the flour for?" She leaned over the counter, elbows to the surface, and palms on her cheeks as she watched him work.

"I'm not That much better at this than you, you know." He turned the mixer on at a low speed, and sprinkled a few tablespoons of flour over the mixture that was already in the bowl. "I only started a while ago, and I still need to get dads help for half of the things I do."

"Yeah, but you still have more experience." A smile spread her lips. "You're my little chef."

"Again, not That much more. You'd be able to pick up on this stuff in no time, if you took the time to learn."

"Yeah, but why would I do that, when I can just have you make things for me?" She teased, leaning closer and bringing up a hand to curl her fingers through his snowy hair.

He paused, thinking his answer through.

"Okay, but think about it. I'll only make you stuff for special occasions, or when I want to cheer you up, but if you learned how to do this with me…" He trailed off tempting her to think of the possibilities for a second, though she didn't really know what he was getting at. "It would take a bit of trial and error to make some really good stuff, but you could make this on your own whenever you wanted."

She pursed her lips as she thought about it, trailing her digits down the nape of his neck.

"And," He continued, when he sensed that she wasn't totally convinced. "If we both started learning how to bake together, it would give us as excuse to hang out as much as we wanted." Well, she liked the sound of that. "And," He wasn't done. "It would give us an excuse to make as many chocolate pies as we wanted, until we were satisfied that we'd mastered the recipe." She could feel her face light up at that.

"And when we mastered making chocolate pies, we could move on and start making chocolate cookies, and chocolate cakes, until we were sure we'd mastered those." This was literally the best idea they'd ever had… Possibly tying with their choice to start dating in the first place. "Okay, so what's the flour for?" She moved closer, looking over his shoulder to see into the mixing bowl. If she was also pressing her chest against his back, well, she was sure he wasn't complaining.

Sighing affectionately, he began to explain what he'd learned so far.

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Chapter notes:

Man, I want to show that Luan is kind of a psychopath, but I hope I haven't gone too far with that. I don't want to make her seem cartoonish… As ironic as that sentiment is…

Part of a character is how they address issues, right? If you're doing an in depth analysis of a character, you need to take into account everything about them. I need to ensure that Lori, Lincoln, Leni, Luna, Lucy, Lynn, Luan, and Lisa all react differently to issues that rise up. Lisa, as befitting her character, takes a very deliberate and rational approach to them. She thinks them through thoroughly, and only takes action once she's sure she's looked at the problem from every possible angle. Luan has a similar response, but she doesn't take into account the possibility of failure, and she doesn't generally care about how her actions could harm those around her. Lynn mostly rushes in head first, without really thinking about anything. She only stops and actually considers the situation if she actually has no idea what the situation even is. Lucy thinks about things in a very emotional way. Her view points colored by her relationship with those around her. It results in her taking extreme actions, when more moderate approaches would have worked better. Luna has trouble lying to herself, so she can't deny a issue exists, but she also has trouble facing her problems head on, and is more likely to avoid them and hope they go away. She'll only try to face them once she's forced to, or the problem grows large enough to start hurting those around her. Leni is unlikely to notice that a problem even exists in the first place. If she does notice though, she's more likely to go with the solution that she thinks will make those she cares about happy, rather than the one that's actually best overall. Lincoln Also thinks about things rationally. Similar to Lisa, but Lisa thinks about the big picture, and Lincoln is more detail oriented. Lisa tries to reach a conclusion that she's determined is the best, and Lincoln deals with problems as they arise. Lori, influenced by Lincoln has tried to start thinking things through rationally. It's not something she's used to doing though, so she's not fantastic at it, and is prone to making rash decisions without totally thinking them through. She's also a bit self conscious about her own abilities and is inclined to pass responsibility to others when she doesn't think she can handle things on her own. Though she still has Big Sister mode, where she takes total charge and responds to every issue with a hard and fast answer, she won't employ that unless things get really out of control.