My mistake – Luna is older than Luan. Wherever I got the information was wrong; sorry. Also, I've been taking some fanon from our lord and savior, Jump Jump – just small stuff, like Lucy's eyes being blue.
Lincoln inhaled and exhaled, slowly. Date with Lucy, Take Two.
He knocked on her door. Now with four other sisters running interference, they could keep any number of people occupied. Heck, if Lincoln could keep all ten of his sisters occupied, surely four of them could keep the remainder distracted. Then again, three of them couldn't stop Leni…
"Enter." Lucy's voice carried through the door.
Lincoln opened the door and immediately shut it behind him.
"Lucy!" he hissed, "Why are you naked?!" Thankfully the blinds were closed.
"Lisa said she could fix any problems with our kids, so I figured, why not?" Lucy shrugged.
"Lucy." Lincoln said, grasping for calm, "You're ten. I'm thirteen. Don't you think we're a little young?"
"Children my age have sex all the time." Lucy said, "At least, that's what the news says."
"Those children are molested!" Lincoln face-palmed, "Are there honestly children in your grade having sex?"
"Well… no." Lucy said, running her hand along her thin leg. Was she trying to be seductive? "Don't you want me?"
"It's not like that." Lincoln sighed.
"Isn't it?" Lucy asked, "You're not attracted to me."
"No!" Lincoln held his hands up, "It's not that!"
"It's fine." Lucy sighed, wrapping up in sheets, "I know I'm not as pretty as Leni, or Luna."
"Oh for the love of…" Lincoln muttered, "Lucy, look at me."
He grabbed her by the chin, gently. He moved his face in close and kissed her, softly. When he pulled away, he brushed the bangs out of her eyes, revealing wide, blue irises.
"You're beautiful." He said. Two very simple words that lit Lucy's pale face up like a Christmas tree.
"Then why don't you want to…" Lucy trailed off.
"I'm not ready to do… that with you." Lincoln explained, rubbing the nape of his neck in discomfort, "I am attracted to you, which is weird enough. I'm not ready to sleep with someone… so young, though."
"But you'd sleep with Lynn?" Lucy challenged.
"I don't know." Lincoln shrugged, "Maybe. But not because I love her more. She's older."
"I don't believe you." Lucy frowned.
"Ok, how about this," the boy said, "you get dressed, and I promise I won't sleep with any of you until you're eighteen."
"Sixteen." Lucy insisted, "That's the age of consent."
"How do you..?" Lincoln shook his head, "Never mind. Fine, sixteen. Deal?" He held his hand out for her.
Lucy looked at the hand before sighing and taking it.
"Fine." She agreed, "But I get you first. I've already waited two years for this. Six more is asking a lot."
"Alright, alright." Lincoln chuckled, then furrowed his brow, "The others won't be happy."
"Neither am I." Lucy pointed out as she got dressed, "They can deal with it."
"Fair enough." Lincoln agreed, "Besides… you know… what else did you have planned?"
"Snuggling, mostly." Lucy pulled her dress on, "Talking. Maybe reading you some poems I wrote."
"I would like that." Lincoln grinned.
The two sat on her bed, assuming a comfortable position with Lucy wrapped in her brother's arms. They both sighed, oddly contented. Lucy began reciting her poetry.
"I call this one… Happiness." Lucy blushed at the title, "Soul, so dark, black as night, once forgotten, out of sight. Then you came, and offered light, freed me from nightmarish flight, I'm happy now, in your sight."
"That was beautiful, Lucy." Lincoln said, not lying, "I never knew you could make, well, happy poems."
"Of course I could," Lucy snorted, "I just never had a reason before now."
"Have you really had a crush on me since you were eight?" her brother asked, softly.
"Maybe longer." Lucy confessed, "I don't know when I became so bleak, but I knew – two years ago – that part of the reason was because… I loved you, but I could never have you."
"You have me now." Lincoln smoothed her hair.
"And that's why I'm happy." Lucy said, "Happier than I've been in a long time."
"I never knew you were so miserable." Lincoln sounded hurt, "If I knew, I could've done something…"
"I've never really been miserable." Lucy confessed, "Just… bleak. I've had moments of happiness – I have a lot of memories with you and our sisters. I guess what I'm saying is, I've never felt complete until now."
"Complete, huh?" Lincoln smiled to himself, "So you really don't mind sharing me?"
"Of course I mind." Lucy said, "All of us want you to ourselves, but we all understand the situation. Besides, we'd have to share you with your friends, anyway. Sharing you is probably the least unnatural thing about this arrangement."
"When you put it that way, sounds like it." Lincoln chuckled. His mirth didn't hold long. "This is all so… weird, to me."
"It does feel rather unreal, doesn't it?" Lucy admitted, "If it ever becomes too much for you, we can stop. None of us would want to hurt you."
"I've lived with multiple sisters my entire life." The boy shrugged, "Living with multiple girlfriends isn't too different. Actually, it kinda helps that both groups are the same."
"Still, if it comes down to it, Linc…" Lucy swallowed, "don't throw your life away to make us happy. This can't last forever."
"Shush." Lincoln kissed the crown of her head, "It'll last as long as it lasts. We'll enjoy it while it does."
"I wish it would last forever." Lucy said, shedding tears.
"Maybe it will." Lincoln said. And maybe it would. "Read me another poem, Lucy."
"Okay." The goth replied, smiling softly.
The rest of the day passed by too quickly for their liking and they parted with a loving embrace and kiss, both uplifted yet strangely melancholy. Lincoln found himself wishing it would last forever, but dreaded that it could never.
Sooner or later, somebody would find out.