Luan hadn't spent much time in her brother's room lately, but was shocked to see just how neat and tidy it was, especially compared to her own. In the Loud house, a room in this condition was about as rare as a moment of peace OR quiet. Aside from some neatly folded sheets he had yet to put on his twin-sized bed, his room was immaculate.

"Pardon the mess, Luan. I wasn't expecting a visitor when I thought about throwing a load in the wash." Lincoln blushed a bit, feeling a little exposed without his sheets on his bed. In the last few years, cleanliness had become a much more important virtue to Lincoln as he inched ever closer towards adulthood. "I can put these on later."

A small, but noticeable smile appeared on Luan's face.

"Actually, Linc, do you think…maybe I could help you make your bed?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "You know…like when you were young! Remember how I used to try and teach you how to make your bed? Oh, and do your laundry?"

Lincoln's face lit up little by little as his sister spoke about those particular past events. Some of Lincoln's happier memories growing up came from simply doing mundane things with his sisters, particularly Luan.

"Yeah, I remember." He smiled, tossing her a corner of the bottom layer. "You remember the sing-along we came up with?"

Luan giggled, clearing her throat a little.

"I think so, Linc." She folded her corners under the mattress as she and Lincoln chanted in unison. "One, two, three, four, fold it down, under the corner…"

"Five, six, seven, eight, now the base is looking great!"

Lincoln tossed her the middle blanket, laughing and taking the lead with the tune.

"To make it warm, and extra snuggly, put the felt on nice and…" he paused for a moment, allowing Luan to catch up and stay in unison.

"Snuggly!" Luan yelled, flashing a smirk at Lincoln. She always loved any time she could get him to laugh, and shouting the wrong lyric with such enthusiasm would make him bust a gut, a reaction she was all too pleased by.

Lincoln leaned against his bedframe, Luan's comedic timing taking him out of the song for a couple of moments. Once he recovered, he flashed her one of his more deviant smirks.

"Oh, you think you're a wise-guy, eh?" Lincoln asked, mockingly accusing her. "Or have you forgotten the lyrics? I thought you prided yourself on never forgetting material?"

"What can I say? Sometimes you get better results going off-script!" she laughed, shooting a smirk back at him. "Pass me the slips, Linc?"

Lincoln tossed her the pillowslips that wound up at the foot of his bed, bending over to pick them up. Luan took this delightfully fortunate opportunity to line up her shot, a freshly washed pillow in her grasp.

"Here you go, Lua-POOOOOF!"

The impact was so hard that Lincoln flew onto his bed, landing safely and squarely on the center of his sheets. The pillow that she'd hit him with had just practically disintegrated upon impact, causing a massive amount of pillow threads and feathers to rain from above. Feathers glided and flew all over the otherwise pristine room, making Lincoln look like a small, fluffy chicken. Lincoln, having witnessed so many of Luan's shows, knew exactly how to get his revenge on her for the earlier outburst. He inhaled, getting as much air into his lungs as he could before letting out his punchline.

"BU….BU….BUCKAAAAAAAW!"

Luan couldn't help but break out into hysterical laughter over the sight and sound of her beloved brother bustling and clucking like a baby chicken, falling ontop of him as they rolled around in the great, feathery mess they had made on his bed. After what felt like hours of laughing and joking (or "yolking", as Luan would often pun), Lincoln slid over to his cabinet to start stage one of his "Clean Up After Luan's Pranks" protocol, or CUALP for short.

While the feather-clad young man was busy cleaning up the fluffy remains of his now-obliterated pillow, Luan kept her eyes planted squarely on her brother's toned torso. She couldn't lie to herself: her brother was an absolute STUD. Throughout her years at Royal Woods High School, she'd seen plenty of slim pretty-boys and ripped-to-all-heck athletes, but had never really paid too much attention to them. Sure, SOMEONE would probably take them and date them or whatever, but they didn't have those...special qualities that her brother possessed. Lincoln had this genuine honesty about him, a bright outlook and a certain confidence that just lit a fire underneath the little comedian's heart. But even more than those, Lincoln had one intangible that no one else she had ever seen in her life had managed to have.

"Hey, L-linc?" she stuttered, trying to put together what she wanted to say. Actually, she had ALWAYS known what she wanted to tell him, but just…couldn't, for whatever reason.

He turned to her, his usual bright smile still present on his face.

"What's up, sis? Don't worry about the noise, I soundproofed this baby a loooooong time ago." He patted the wall separating his little broom-closet of a room from the family hallway as an indicator of their privacy.

"Well, at least THEY won't hear me." Luan thought, still a little uneasy. "But as long as Lincoln can hear me, this won't be any easier to get off my chest."

"That's not it. Um…c-can I tell you something?" she sat up, fiddling around with her scrunchie in apprehension. "I mean, it's not exactly something easy to say…"

Lincoln, if nothing else, could pick out his sister's emotions and recognize their feelings, immediately plopping himself down next to her on the bed.

"Of course, Luan. You know you can always tell me anything, no matter what." He glanced into her eyes, seeing an unusual mix of uncertainty and confidence battling for control. She was fidgeting with her hair, yet not her hands or legs, which Lincoln took to mean she knew what she wanted to say, just not how to say it.

"Lincoln…you know I love you, right?" she asked, slowly placing a hand on her younger brother's thigh. He shivered for a brief moment before returning the query, her touch sending a pulse that shot up his spine.

"O-of course, Luan!" he stuttered, clearly shook up from his sister's hand placement. "W-why do you ask?"

His sister's hand found its way up to his head, and before he knew it, his head was nestled between his older sister's well-developed and ever-prominent breasts. Even through her thick blouse, he could feel how soft and silky her skin was, and judging by their size, puberty was VERY kind to Luan Loud. After a few moments, Lincoln felt some added pressure pushing down on him from above, from what he surmised was her head resting on top of his.

"Well…do you know why I love you?" she asked, glancing downward at his nodding head. "It's because…you don't take things too seriously. Well, you do, but not in the usual way…I mean…"

Lincoln pulled his head away to look into Luan's eyes once more, only instead of a battle of confidence versus doubt, he saw pure sincerity in her gaze. To Lincoln, there was no more beautiful sight then seeing his sibling's honest emotions and passions come to light, and the look in her eyes was showing Lincoln just that.

"Linc…the condom I was going to ask you for…can I tell you who I want to wear it?" she asked, her tone becoming more serious and full of intent. "Can I tell you who I love, and want to show that love to? Who I want to cuddle with and kiss and…" her voice lowered a bit into a seductive, airy whisper. "…more with?"

Without a second to respond, Lincoln felt himself jerked upwards, his face now mere inches away Luan's evolving, hungry, and lustful glare.

"It's you, Linc. And I think I know exactly how I'm going to make it up to you for your pillow." She chuckled with a darker laugh, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse within full view of her brother's wandering eyes.

"You could say…this may be the breast night of your life."