The miracle about Fall Break was that that they had five days free while their parents had to work. This gave Lincoln an entire day to spend with each of his loving sisters, and a day to decide between them. No pressure or anything.
Lincoln had had to play an impartial role between his sisters, as each argued why they should get first dibs to dating him. After much debate, the schedule had evolved through matches of rock, paper, scissors. Eerily, Lucy had won each match as if she could see her opponent's move before they made it. Lynn, naturally a competitive soul, dominated as a close second. Luna had managed to beat her older sister by a hair, both having been equally challenged against the other. Spending so much time together, they could predict the other's move – and thus how to counter it. In the end, Luan was in last place.
Without any intention of doing so, Lincoln was to date his sisters from youngest too oldest. Lincoln wasn't sure what to expect with his younger sister. A mere ten-years-old, Lucy was incredibly mature for her age and endowed with a creative spirit that surpassed most adults. A poet and horror aficionado, Lincoln suspected their date would revolve around one of those subjects. Fortunately for them, Lucy's competitors were keeping the other children occupied – a task expected from each of them in turn.
Despite hesitation, Lincoln knocked on the door to Lucy and Lynn's shared room.
"Enter." Lucy's muffled voice responded.
Lincoln obliged and did a double take, eyes widening. Lucy was wearing some gothic Lolita cosplay. Although he had never gotten into that particular genre of manga, Lincoln had always had a soft spot for the overall… cuteness of it. A simple black and white dress, not quite a maid's outfit, with brass buttons and red ribbons. The color was surprising, considering Lucy's strict monochromatic fashion sense. The strangest thing of all was Lucy's hair, pushed back with a headband, revealing the upper half of her face.
"Your eyes are blue." Lincoln noted, stupidly. He'd never actually seen them until now.
"So are yours." Lucy pointed out, a wry smile cracking her pale façade.
"Sorry, it's just I've never seen them before." Lincoln explained, blushing in embarrassment, "They're, um, very pretty."
Lucy's face heated up, adding color to her otherwise pale face. Despite this, she maintained her nonchalant grace with all the ability of a woman three times her age. She unfolded her legs from under her, revealing long, laced boots. The slenderness of them made Lincoln's throat dry.
So much for not being a pedophile.
"What, uh, what did you have planned for the date?" he asked. God, how weird it was to think of it as a date.
"I'm not sure, to be honest." Lucy confessed, "I was thinking of watching vampire romance with you, but I realize that's something only I'm interested in."
Lincoln couldn't argue with that.
"So I did a web search for anime that might interest both of us." Lucy continued, reaching for her laptop, "I found something action-filled featuring vampires. I figured both of us would enjoy it."
"Yeah, that sounds pretty cool." Lincoln smiled – anime was always good with him. He read the title and his smile faded. "Lucy, this anime is really violent. Like, a lot of blood."
"I love blood." Lucy replied.
The boy shrugged his shoulders; she had probably been exposed to much worse in her various horror movies and vampire romances – not to mention her library of gothic literature. He sat down on the bed next to her and she scooted in closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was so… small. Lincoln couldn't help but wrap his arm around her. She exhaled, contentedly.
"Alternatively," she said, "we could just sit like this for a while."
"Y-yeah." Lincoln agreed. It was very relaxing.
They sat like that for nearly an hour before finally moving. Lucy tried not to show her reluctance, but could not restrain it. Even Lincoln felt his heart sink at breaking the contact. He'd never truly appreciated how pleasant Lucy was to be around. She was usually gloom and doom, but now she was so affectionate. Suddenly, an idea struck him.
"Hey Lucy…" he began, "You're not acting different around me because you feel the need to, are you?"
"Am I acting different?" Lucy actually sounded surprised.
"You're wearing a bright color." Lincoln pointed out, "Plus, you're acting very… happy."
Lucy smiled, gently.
"You make me happy." She explained, "For as long as I remember, you've been the only person who can make me happy."
"But this costume," the teen rubbed his head, blushing slightly, "you're not putting on airs or anything, are you?"
"Do you not like it?" hurt crept into her monotone.
"No! I love it!" Lincoln said quickly, blush deepening, "I-I just don't understand why you're wearing it. You never wear stuff like that."
"I've never really been comfortable cosplaying, before." Lucy confessed, "Around you, though, I feel like I can unwind and… be myself." A blush had spread across her face. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can change."
"No, it's fine." Lincoln smiled, disarmingly, "I've always wanted to cosplay, too, but never had the guts to. I think it's really cool that you do it."
"Th-thanks." Lucy stuttered, blush spreading. She stayed silent for a moment, before inhaling sharply. "Do you wanna make out?"
Lincoln blinked, smile still on his face. "What? What happened to the marathon?"
"We can't really cuddle in the living room. Someone would see us." Lucy shrugged, "I don't have a TV in here. So, let's make out."
"Ok." Lincoln agreed without thinking. The suggestion had come so suddenly and without preamble, he wasn't sure how to react.
"Cool." Lucy clearly hadn't expected the suggestion to take, either.
The two sat on the bed, awkwardly positioning themselves in an effort to get comfortable. Finally, they collapsed onto each other, legs entwined, with Lucy holding herself mere inches above a pliant Lincoln. The teen gulped at the closeness, feeling his sister's breath dance across his lips. He licked his own in anxiety.
Lucy moved in and Lincoln closed his eyes. Just as with their first kiss, she gently bit his neck, raking her teeth across his flesh as she worked her way up to his face. Their lips barely made contact before a knock at the door drove them apart. Almost immediately, Lucy jumped across the bed, tumbling headfirst over the headboard. Lincoln gasped so forcefully that he rolled over the side, dragging the bedding with him.
"Who is it?" Lucy asked, panic seeping into her monotonous voice.
"Like, it's me!" Leni's voice filtered through, closely followed by Luna.
"Sorry sis, she wanted to see Lincoln." The rocker panted, "She's pretty quick!"
Lucy groaned. She had forgotten that Leni was coming over for Fall Break. Wait, why'd she'd want to talk to Lincoln.
"Come in." Lucy permitted.
Almost at once, Leni barged in, an exhausted Luna, Luan and Lynn in tow. Clearly each sister had given their all to stall Leni's progress – and just as clearly, they had all failed. Lucy was surprised Lynn, in particular, had been unable to match Leni's stamina.
"Why are you looking for me, Leni?" a flush-faced Lincoln managed while shoving himself out of sheets.
"Oh, no reason." Leni said, "I was just wondering why you and Lucy were cuddling, was all."
Every face paled.
"What are you talking about, Leni?" Lincoln laughed nervously, "We weren't cuddling!"
"I saw it through the window." Leni pointed at the blatantly open window, "You were cuddling."
"We were… um…" Lincoln stalled.
"Playing a game." Lynn threw in.
"Really?" Leni beamed, "I love games! How about we all play? Wait, was it the kissing game?"
Lynn groaned. They'd been had!
"Who told you about that?" Lincoln asked, throat parched.
"Lisa." Leni said, nonchalant.
"How on Earth does Lisa know?!" Luna exclaimed.
"Because," Lisa lisped as she approached the doorway, "I'm always observing. You were all acting rather intimate, so I perused Luan's video collection to collect data."
"There's like a million tapes!" Luan said, "How did you find that one?"
"My above-average mind can process information at an accelerated rate, so I increased the frame rate of the videos." Lisa explained. Seeing the blank expressions on her siblings' faces, she sighed. "I fast-forwarded them."
"Why'd you tell Leni?" Lynn asked, "Why not rat us out to mom and dad, or something?"
"I had to tell somebody." Lisa shrugged, "But I find this experiment… interesting. It's not every day you have an opportunity to study incestuous relationships in a micro-environment. I'm interested in the psychological ramifications, as well as whether you will compete for – or share – Lincoln's affections."
"Definitely compete." Lynn said. Very likely that was the only part of Lisa's explanation she understood.
"I want to join in!" Leni beamed.
"Leni, you know what we're doing is…" Luna struggled to explain, "We're not loving our brother in a, uh, brother-sister way. We want him as our boyfriend."
"Ooo!" Leni clapped her hands together, "He'd make a great boyfriend! He's so nice, and handsome, and smart, and funny! Lincoln would be a total catch!"
Lynn sighed. "I suppose you want in, too?" she asked their younger sister.
"Absolutely not." Lisa seemed horrified, "The genetic ramifications for inbreeding are too horrifying to bear, though I suppose I could engineer the faults out of any children born of-"
"Wait!" Luan gasped, "You're saying you could fix anything wrong with our kids?" She blushed. "If, uh, we had kids?"
"Well, the human genome isn't fully understood, but I'm confident given some time, I could…" Lisa said, not entirely comfortable with the idea, "Goodness, Luan, I hope you're not thinking of consummating this unholy union."
"Dude!" Luna nodded, slowly, "We can go bareback."
"Oh dear god." Lincoln's face flushed and paled within a minute.
"If you win his heart." Lynn corrected, "He and I are closer in age than any of you."
"I'm almost as close." Lucy pointed out, "And I have more interests in common with him."
"What are you even wearing?" Luan laughed, "Besides, why would Lincoln date a child when he could have a woman?"
"Is that a joke?" Luna sneered, "He needs someone cool. Someone who knows how to rock his world!"
"Like, why don't we just share him?" Leni asked.
"Because, that'd be wrong!" the other sisters – bar Lisa – snapped. They blinked in tandem before looking at each other sheepishly.
"Right…" Luna sighed.
"Nothing about this is right." Lynn rubbed the back of her head.
"What do you say, Linc?" Luan held her hand out, "Want to try your hand at… well, all of us?"
"You'd be living nearly every kid at school's dream." Lynn chuckled, wryly.
"Do I have a choice?" Lincoln sighed. This convoluted web of incest and competition was beginning to feel more like a prison.
"Of course you have a choice, Linc." Luna seemed hurt, "You could choose any one of us. Or none of us. We'll understand."
"We won't hold it against you." Lucy confirmed. There was a follow up of agreements from the other siblings.
"I do love all of you." Lincoln growled in frustration, "And more than in just a brother-sister way… I'm attracted to each of you, differently… But I don't want you all to hate each other because I can't choose between you."
The sisters looked at one another as Lisa jotted down notes. They had been acting particularly aggressive towards one another. They kept saying they'd try and share him, but how long would that work out before jealousy drove them apart? They would have to decide here and now whether they could really share him – lest they drive Lincoln mad with guilt and shame.
"Alright, alright!" Lynn sighed, "I'll… share you."
"Me too." Luna said, regretfully.
"The things I do for love." Luan tsked.
"I won't let my selfishness keep you from being happy." Lucy nodded agreement.
"My last boyfriend had lots of girlfriends." Leni said, "At least I know yours."
Lincoln allowed himself a smile. Just when he began to question his sanity for loving his sisters, they put aside their self-interest because they loved him. They took care of him, put him together when he fell apart. They'd been there from the start. Who cared if society wouldn't understand? Society could rot for all he cared!
The touching moment vanished with Lisa's voiced observations.
"Incestuous competition evolves into a harem." She noted, "Interesting."
Interesting indeed…