Hey everyone here to tell all of you that I'm probably going to lose some fans for this but I've decided to pick up and continue a fanfic that has to do with Loudcest but I don't care because this is a good story and I'm sure if you took time to read it you'd think so to anyways I'm going to upload the chapters that are already done but after that I will be uploading my own chapters so hope you enjoy and don't judge to hard yes I know incest is bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own the loud house (or this FanFic it belongs to Archemios go check out there storys)

When does love between siblings become too much?

Lincoln Loud pondered this particular question a lot, lately. In recent years, as his body grew older and so did his sisters, he could not help but ask it in secret. What was love? Was it possible to become attached to a sibling in such a way? Was it healthy? Most of society said no, so that must be the case.

And yet, that troublesome question kept popping back into his mind. Ever since that fateful day, just a week before.

Lincoln had just turned 13. Lori and Leni had moved out years ago, but they visited frequently enough. After all, with so many birthdays spread throughout the year, how could they stay away for long? He had gotten a strange mixture of gifts – his favorite comics and video games, but also clothing and even a grooming kit. He had some fuzz on his lip, but not enough to consider shaving. His parents had begun discussing growing responsibility, and the impending, soul-crushing reality that was adulthood. His chores became more strenuous, the pay slimmer and slimmer.

Through it all, though, his sisters helped him. Lori was particularly encouraging, being the true adult of the group. Beyond that, Luan and Lynn kept him distracted from his woes with jokes and games. Luna's rock ballads were particularly uplifting. Yet through it all, it seemed Lucy's poetry was increasingly appealing. Dark, foreboding, and never once optimistic, it matched Lincoln's outlook of his approaching years.

Then Lori made the announcement that Bobby had proposed to her, and naturally she had agreed to marry him. The implications were alarming for Lincoln. Ronnie Anne, his longtime girlfriend-in-secret, was to become his sister through marriage. He was willing to overlook it, but Ronnie… She had become increasingly distant and unable to look at him. Their few talks were short and awkward.

"I'm sorry, Linc," he could still remember her saying, "I just can't get past the fact we're technically related."

"Well, not yet." Lincoln couldn't keep the desperation from his voice. Through the beatings and secrecy, the last two years with Ronnie Anne had been some of the best of his short life. "It's not like we're really related!"

"No…" Ronnie Anne agreed, "Our families wouldn't understand. Linc, do you know what incest is?"

She had whispered the taboo with such disgust that Lincoln knew at once it was bad. He shook his head.

"It's bad, Linc. It's illegal and frowned upon." Ronnie Anne crossed her arms, grimacing, "By marriage, it's not illegal, but… it's still wrong. A sin, they say."

"Oh, who's they anyway?" Lincoln scoffed, "Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I do!" the teen seemed appalled, "But it's just too weird. I'm sorry Linc, it's just too much for me. Siblings can't love each other. Not like that."

With that conversation, Lincoln's first love left him. He spent days agonizing over the breakup. A part of his soul had been ripped from him. He demanded sad songs from Luna, who only too sympathetically abided. He spent more and more time with Lucy and truly understood her poetry. He ignored Luan's comedy, as well as Lynn's sports. In the end, Ronnie Anne was right. They were siblings, now, and you just couldn't love a sibling like he loved her.

So society dictated, so it should be.

At least he thought so before yesterday.

He had been walking into Lucy's room, too depressed to remember to knock. All he had wanted was to lose himself in another one of Lucy's depressing poems, to forget about his day avoiding the love of his life. He didn't realize Lynn was there until it was too late. Just changing into her sports bra, she stopped dead at the same instant Lincoln walked in. They stared at each other, faces going red.

"I-I'm sorry!" Lincoln began to back out, averting his eyes.

"It's cool." Lynn tried to play it off as nothing, but the blush on her face said otherwise, "Nothing we haven't seen before."

"Yeah, when we were like babies." Lincoln cleared his throat.

"Look, it's all good." Lynn said, regaining some composure as she slid a shirt on, "See?"

"You're, um, not wearing shorts…" Lincoln found himself staring at her defined calves and thighs.

"My shirt covers my panties." Lynn shrugged, then smirked, "If it's making you too uncomfortable, I can find some shorts."

"Uh… Yes, please." The middle Loud sibling said, still staring at his sister's legs. When did they get so full?

"I gotta say, Lincoln, that look you're giving me is flattering." Lynn confessed as she bent to search through her drawers. Lincoln suddenly averted his eyes, face flushing with shame. Lynn frowned at the sight once she pulled her shorts up. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, bro."

"It's wrong." Lincoln remembered what Ronnie Anne had said.

"It's a natural curiosity." Lynn laughed, "I never got why it was wrong though."

"What?"

"Huh?" the older sister blinked, "Well, I don't know. I just never understood what was so bad about siblings being, well attracted to one another. You know, the body reveals a lot about a person's psyche. It's honest and gives into impulse, not like people's minds. That's why I keep mine so healthy."

"So you don't think siblings… loving each other is wrong?" Lincoln asked.

Lynn suddenly stopped and looked at her younger brother, a slight blush creeping across her face.

"W-well, no." she confessed, "Who cares if, like, one generation gets a little messed up? I don't understand genetics – that's Lisa's thing – but who cares if one brother and one sister, eh… you know. It can't mess things up too much. So no, I don't really think it's wrong. Personally."

After a second of eyeing Lincoln, she asked, "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." The younger brother sighed, "Besides, it doesn't matter what I think. Everyone else knows it's wrong."

"True." Lynn muttered, "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"It's only fair since I asked you one."

Lynn looked conflicted. She opened her mouth, "Do…" then shut it, finally she asked a completely different question, "Why have you been so mopey lately?"

Lincoln blinked. He supposed he should have expected that question.

"I guess I owe you an explanation." He shrugged, "Ronnie Anne broke up with me."

"Whoa, what?" Lynn's jaw dropped. It was hard to keep their relationship secret when you had ten siblings. "No wonder you've been so depressed, dude. That thing was going on for, what, two years?"

"Yeah, just about."

"Why?"

"Because we're related now."

Lynn burst out laughing.

"Oh man, I'm sorry Lincoln!" Lynn wiped a tear from her eye, "She's more of a prude than I thought if being related by marriage is too much for her."

"Were you serious earlier, that there's nothing wrong with it?" Lincoln asked.

"I said I didn't see anything wrong with it." Lynn corrected, "Society… Society doesn't like it. Too much bad stuff can happen."

"Like what?"

"Ok, well, um." Lynn scratched the back of her head, "You'd have to ask Lisa for the genes part, but think of it like a sports team."

"Sports team?" Lincoln arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah!" Lynn grinned, "It's like one big family, right? Well, if two members start dating, it messes up the whole flow of the team. Plus, if they end on bad terms, it could really hurt the team. You see?"

"I… guess?"

Lynn's grin faded slowly. She beat a tattoo with her fingers before speaking up.

"I admit, when you asked about dating siblings, I'd thought you had one of us in mind." She laughed, feebly.

"Not… particularly." Lincoln confessed.

"But you have thought of it." Lynn chuckled, failing at hiding her blush entirely.

"Not really, no." Lincoln admitted, "The only girl I've ever thought of has been Ronnie Anne."

"Well, there's plenty of other girls out there." Lynn suggested, "You live with ten of them, after all."

Ever since that conversation, Lincoln's mind had been a storm at its implications. He wasn't sure how much had been real and how much had been hormone-infused delusions. Had Lynn blushed, or had he just seen what he subconsciously wanted? Was she really sanctioning an incestuous relationship, or was this more wishful thinking? A part of him was scolding internally, disgusted by what was overwhelmingly frowned upon by society. He, for himself, did not understand why, though.

He felt a familiar presence looming over him, the shock of it launching him forward.

"Lucy!" Lincoln gasped, clutching his chest.

"Hey." The youth responded in her monotone.

"Come to recite more poetry?" the boy asked. At this point, Lucy's sudden appearances shouldn't have come as such a surprise to him.

"Actually, I was hoping to comfort you." Lucy explained, "I overheard your conversation with Lynn yesterday."

"What?!" Lincoln's heart seemed to stop.

"Relax. I'm not judging you." Lucy said, "Or her."

"I-I wasn't worried." Lincoln smoothed his shirt, "How much did you hear?"

"Enough to know both of you are looking at each other as more than brother and sister." Lucy said, as unfazed as if she were discussing the weather, "Lynn was right. It's just your bodies being honest."

"So if you agree with it, why should I worry?"

"I never said I agreed – just that I don't judge you." Lucy corrected, "But I do agree with Lynn's statements. I believe it is the strength of the individual to break against the conventions of contemporary society, to shatter the chains of tradition and custom."

"Uh… yeah." Lincoln cleared his throat.

"You should worry, though." Lucy continued, "Lynn and I might agree. Lynn might even be interested. I know others are."

"Wait, you do? Who?" Lincoln was already confused enough over a single sister loving him; the prospect of more sent his stomach into spasms.

"I hear a lot in the air ducts." Was Lucy's only response, "It's not my place to share those secrets."

"Fair enough." Lincoln agreed, "Can you at least tell me who won't approve?"

"Mom and Dad, to be certain." Lincoln winced; he hadn't even thought of that, "Ronnie Anne. Lori. Possibly Clyde."

"Clyde's cool with a lot of stuff." Lincoln didn't sound too sure.

"This isn't like most stuff, Lincoln. You know that." Lucy explained, "Still, I think you should pursue this. You should break convention and strive after what you really want. But you should first find who you want."

"Is that something from your vampire romances?" Lincoln forced a chuckle.

"Remember what I've said, Lincoln." Lucy backed out of his room, fading into the shadows beyond the door.

Lincoln's mind raced. Others? Lynn wasn't the only one interested in him? Actually, Lucy had never confirmed that Lynn was interested… Still, Lucy was right that conventional society wouldn't accept it. Most of his siblings, and especially his parents, would probably condemn him if he even pursued this.

But he had experience with dating in secret.