Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Thepervertedeye1: I'm going in a slightly different direction with this story.
max: They don't. However, it is a common thing, especially in a household as large as theirs. I've done several different takes, from people finding out to those involved admitting things. I've also handled how people react differently, from going ballistic to a more softhearted approach.
Troniumy: As of the last chapter, only Lori, Leni, and Lola know, at least regarding siblings. Ronnie Anne knows, but she isn't likely to be an issue.
Mud and Love
By LolaPresents
Chapter 10
Lincoln and Lana made love three times that night. And by the time they were exhausted enough to call it quits and go to bed, it was nearly four in the morning. After setting the alarm for six-thirty, Lincoln pulled his little sister close by his side and wrapped one arm under and around her neck. All it took then was closing their eyes, and both were fast asleep.
As if on cue, Lana woke at six-twenty. Perhaps it was nerves, and maybe it was the need to take a shower. Regardless, she lay next to Lincoln's sleeping form for several minutes before slipping out of bed, turning off the alarm, and getting dressed. After kissing him lightly on the cheek, she made her way to the restroom as quietly as possible.
A few moments later, Lana stood in the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her petite body, washing away the night's grime. While bathing was not something she did routinely, Lana couldn't deny the scent she exuded, and swallowed her pride long enough to rid herself of any evidence she and Lincoln had been together.
After thoroughly washing her body and hair, she turned off the spigot and stepped out of the basin to dry off and get dressed. Before leaving, however, she checked herself out in the mirror, standing on the stool present for those too short to see otherwise. Gone was the neatly styled hair and makeup. Sighing, she tied her hair in her typical way and left.
Strangely, Lana was more hungry than tired, despite only getting two and half hours of sleep that night. She needed to eat and could always take a nap later. As for Lincoln, Lana thought it best to let him sleep. It may have been a Monday morning, but also spring break. Besides, he'd need his rest if they were to indulge further later on.
However, doing so was another question altogether. Lana and Lincoln lived in a packed house, and several of their siblings had already found out about their affair, even though most got outright told. So far, it seemed nobody cared. They seemed downright supportive. Of course, Lana wasn't aware of Leni's knowledge or Lori's attempt to dissuade.
The concern over how to keep things a secret hounded Lana. But like anyone exposed to sexuality early, her mind was on other things. And as she sat at the kitchen table, with only the light over the sink to illuminate the room, she ate her cornflakes while thinking of Lincoln's nude form. While he wasn't yet manly, she didn't see it that way.
Puberty had hit Lincoln. That much was evident. However, few would see it but her. His muscle mass had yet to increase, his height hadn't changed, and no hairs had appeared on his body. Instead, his biology focused on one area, particularly Lana's favorite. Well, almost her favorite. Lincoln's warm smile and caring heart were what won her over.
However, Lana's lustful thoughts got interrupted when Luna came strolling in, dressed in a nightgown, not long before she finished her cereal. Luna's hair had always been untamed, but first thing in the morning, she resembled a porcupine. After grabbing the open cereal box and pouring herself a bowl, she sat opposite Lana.
"Morning, Lana," muttered the sluggish musician. "What's got you up so early? I Would've thought you'd sleep in during spring break."
Lana shrugged innocently, swallowing her current mouthful of flakes to answer her sister. "I don't know," she offered. "What about you? You're always late getting up."
"Bruh..." moaned Luna as she shoveled her meal into her mouth. "I love Luan, but sometimes she drives me crazy with her snoring."
Lana nodded but remained silent as she finished her cereal and orange juice. Though, something about Luna's words prompted something inside the young girl. And being new to everything, she had to ask, especially considering they were alone.
"Luna?" Lana squirmed. "Why do you like girls? I mean, I know you do, and that's fine. But I was wondering why. Don't you want to get pregnant one day?"
Luna nearly choked on her milk and struggled to get it down. "Dude..." she gasped. "Where's that coming from? What happened to the critter-loving dirtball I used to know?"
"It's just..." muttered Lana, shrugging again. "All the critters I have pair up in male and female couples except my termites. There's only one queen, but she has a lot of husbands. Lori is dating a boy, Luan is dating a boy, and Dad's a boy..."
"Oh," chuckled the girl in the purple nightgown. "To tell you the truth, I like both boys and girls. I only happen to be dating a girl right now," she clarified. "But..." she mused, "I'm not sure. Some psychologists think the need for mating for reproducing has reduced as humanity thrives. While I don't know about that, I'm sure Sam loves me," Luna concluded. "Why? Is there someone you like? A girl, maybe?"
"What?" spat Lana. "No... it's not that," she corrected her sister. "It's just..."
"Well," chirped Luna enthusiastically. "You're probably not old enough for anything more than a crush right now, anyway. But when you get older, don't hesitate to see me if you have any questions."
Lana nodded as she rose, rinsed her things, and placed them in the drainer. The last thing she needed was another sister snooping around, and she silently berated herself for asking such a stupid question. However, Lana had no clue where it might have led. Instead, she left Luna to eat breakfast and headed upstairs to her room for fresh clothes.
Sooner or later, Lincoln would wake, and Lana would have to face him, and she questioned whether or not she'd be able to contain herself. It seemed her brain spent every second replaying the events from that night, and she was already struggling to stay calm.
Modest clothing, that's what she needed, just in case she needed to make a hasty exit and clean herself. Ditching the more feminine clothing of the day before, she fetched a pair of overalls from the closet, dressed with her red hat, and lay on her bed for a quick nap.
Lincoln went to bed that night, fully satisfied. He and Lana had made love with him on top, another time sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap and, finally, with her on the edge of the bed while he stood beside it. Of course, there were many moments of fellatio in between and much cuddling, fondling, and intimate talk.
For any blossoming young man, having that much sex was a thorough confidence booster. But that's where things began to take an unexpected turn. As he slept, his dreams took on a promiscuous nature, where he explored similar desires with other girls, whether based on people he knew or those his mind assembled for him.
Lincoln was not received exceptionally well by his female counterparts in waking life, despite girls maturing faster than males. While many believed him cute, they mostly wanted him to be their friend. If only Lincoln had known about the phrase sisters before misters, he might have saved himself some trouble. But as he didn't, his dreams bothered him.
The thing that struck Lincoln most was the absence of Lana. First, it was an awkward facsimile of Ronnie Anne, then a more accurate vision of Stella. Following Lori's and his mother's appearance, who began berating him, Lincoln finally woke in sweats. After sitting up and rubbing his face, Lincoln noticed the warm beams of light bearing down on him.
It wasn't until a moment later that Lincoln looked around and realized Lana had already left the bed, which was probably for the best as his mind was utterly confused. Unlike his condition when he went to bed, Lincon had lost his confidence. Was he in love with Lana, or had he taken advantage of her willingness to sleep with him?
While Lincoln had initially been hesitant to accept Lana due to her being his sister, not to mention much younger than he was, something had changed. And though some of that resistance reasserted itself, it made him feel terrible. Whether he loved her or not, he desired her, which questioned his orientation.
Shuddering, he wrapped the night's condoms, one of which bore a slight brown tint, in tissues and tossed them into his waste basket. Finally standing, Lincoln stretched and began getting ready for the day. As it was nearly eight-thirty, everyone was probably already awake. And, sooner or later, he'd have to face his sister.
What would he see when he looked at her, a beloved little sister, a girlfriend, or a convenient sex partner? Lincoln's mind had become so clouded that he put his underwear on backward before he realized his mistake and corrected it. Still, he couldn't hide in his room forever. Or could he?
No, that wouldn't do. Lincoln wasn't known for avoidance. His sisters and mother would begin to wonder where he was and check on him. Neither would believe he was ill and didn't wish to get bothered. With no further recourse, Lincoln sighed and left his room. After visiting the restroom to relieve himself, he made his way downstairs.
"So, you finally woke up, huh, Stincoln?" muttered Lynn, who was watching a sports documentary.
"Uh, yeah," returned the surprisingly overtired young man. "I didn't realize you were tracking me, though."
"I track everything," Lynn retorted. "That's how one stays ahead of the game. Besides, it's not good to oversleep," she said, nodding toward Lincoln. "You've got bags under your eyes."
"Yeah, well," squirmed Lincoln as he approached his sister, intending to sit beside her. "I didn't sleep very well last night."
"Oh?" said Lynn, somewhat intrigued. "Care to run it by me?"
"Actually..." murmured Lincoln, rising again. "I don't. But thanks," he offered before facing her. "You haven't seen Lucy, have you?"
"The walking dead?" Lynn chuckled. "I think she headed toward the basement after breakfast, but I don't think she'll be much help. She can barely manage her own problems."
"Thanks," offered Lincoln before leaving Lynn to her show and making his way to the cellar.
"Lucy?" Lincoln tentatively called as he descended the old wooden stairs into the dimly lit room. The single overhead light wasn't on. The only illumination came from the small ground-level windows. "Lucy?" he called again. "Are you here? I need to talk to you."
"So, you seek answers?" Lucy suddenly said as she stepped from the dark recess under the stairs, dressed in a hood and cloak while wielding her plastic scythe. "First, you must pay a toll to prove your worth. Answer me this," she declared. "Past mountain, meadow, field, and hill, it follows a river while standing still."
Lincoln wasn't in the mood for games, yet he understood Lucy well enough to know she wouldn't relent, so he swallowed his pride and thought. His first reaction was to guess something like the air, a cloud, or a bird. But they all involved moving.
He then focused on the mentioned objects of mountain, meadow, field, and hill and wondered if they had some significance. Eventually, it came to him. They were all made of earth, and only their landscape changed. He then looked for a connection between the ground and the water.
"The river bank," Lincoln finally concluded aloud.
"Very good," Lucy praised him, receding into the dark space beneath the stairs. "Please, step into my sanctum."
Lincoln winced but followed his grim sister into the darkness to find two small chairs and a table with a glass ball in the center. Sitting in the only chair left, he looked at the idle sphere, then at Lucy before averting his gaze.
"Lucy..." he sighed, nervously clasping his hands in his lap. "I need your help."
"Hey you," barked Lola as she vigorously shook her twin. "Wake up! It's nearly noon."
Lana groaned in her transition from sleep and squinted her eyes. Her sleeping schedule had gotten broken, and she didn't feel rested despite two naps. It was all Lana could do to open her eyes and blearily stare at Lola. But finally, her sister's diligence paid off.
"Geez..." yawned Lana after she sat up and rubbed her face. "Why did you wake me up? We don't have school, you know."
"I know," retorted her twin, folding her arms and glaring at her. "But you can't get off schedule, or you'll get in trouble when we return," she argued. "Besides, you have to tell me all about last night."
"Oh, God..." griped Lana as she fell back onto her bed, blushing heavily. "Lincoln..."
"Mmhm," hummed the princess, unfolding her arms and sitting on Lana's bed with one leg pulled up. "So?"
"We, uh..." stammered the tomboy, not finding more appropriate words to describe the event, "did it."
"What?" gasped Lola in surprise, one hand poised before her lips. "Like, all the way?"
"Yeah," sighed Lana with a goofy expression as she recalled everything.
Lana spent the next twenty minutes going over every detail of the previous night's activities, and together, she and Lola spent another ten minutes giggling about it. While Lola was utterly fascinated, she was equally as disgusted. Why their strange relationship interested Lola was beyond her, but she couldn't deny it.
Finally, their stomachs began rumbling, reminding them of the time. Together, they changed out of their sleepwear and got dressed. And once Lola had done her hair and applied her daily makeup, she treated Lana to a sitting of her own. As before, Lola tried something new with her twin's style. This time it was a feathered look with slightly curled bangs and a single loose ponytail clasped near her neckline with a scrunchie.
"Thanks, Lola," chirped Lana as she rose to make her way downstairs to eat lunch.
"No problem," Lola replied. "The way I figure, dolling you up like this is the only way I get any juicy gossip around here. If that's what I have to do, so be it."
Bounding down the stairs, the two girls put all thoughts of sibling relationships out of their minds. Mostly. At least they had to appear that way. But in truth, Lana was fantasizing about her subsequent encounter with Lincoln, while Lola tried to envision herself with someone, and for her life, couldn't get past how nasty it seemed, despite the slight tingling between her legs.
"So..." mumbled Lucy after a moment's silence. "Are you just going to sit there, or will you tell me what this is about?"
"What?" muttered Lincoln, clearly lost in his thoughts. "Oh, right..." he finally said, resting his elbows on the wooden table. "You like those weird romance novels. Right? The kinds with taboo relationships and stuff?"
Lucy blinked, unseen, and stared at her brother in the darkness of the recess they hoveled in. Lincoln had never once shown genuine interest in her hobbies, let alone troubled himself with sequestering her over them. If anything, his question provoked a defensive air about her.
"Not that it's any of your business," she moaned. "But, yes. Why do you ask?" she questioned before tilting her head awkwardly as her hidden eyes bore a hole through him.
"It's just..." Lincoln mumbled, unsure about how to proceed. "I know a guy who happens to be in love with his sister, and..."
"Are you interested in me?" Lucy quipped, interrupting him. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I'm your type."
It took Lincoln a moment to process what his sister had asked, but when it hit him, his eyes flew open, and his jaw dropped. "No!" he hastily spat. "It's not like that," he mumbled, realizing that it was just like that, only a different sister. "I just don't know how to react to it."
"To siblings dating?" Lucy inquired, only to be sure of Lincoln's underlying question.
"Well, yes," answered Lincoln stoically, trying very hard not to convey anything other than curiosity.
Lucy thought momentarily, shifting her mouth from one side to the other. "Honestly?" she finally spoke. "If they were in love, I wouldn't bat an eye."
"Okay," prodded Lincoln, maintaining his indifference. "Now..." he led, "what if this guy's sister was significantly younger than him?" he asked. "Would that change your opinion?"
"That depends," Lucy told him. "How much younger are we talking about? How old are they?" she inquired, leaning uncomfortably close, growing increasingly more curious by the moment.
"Uh..." stammered Lincoln, finally breaking character and rubbing his neck. "Twelve and seven?" he tentatively said.
Lucy leaned back in her chair and folded her arms as she studied the squirming young man before her. She already knew something was happening between him and Lana, though not to what extent. Now, everything was becoming apparent. However, as a professional medium, it wasn't her job to accuse, only provide the answers one sought.
"Again, it depends on whether said girl is aware of what being in a relationship entails," Lucy said. "If they did, I wouldn't think anything of it. Only..." she said, hesitating. "Certain complications can arise, such as keeping it a secret and not getting her pregnant."
"Tell me, Lucy," Lincoln said, intently staring at his strangest sister. "Do you honestly feel that way, and why? I mean..."
"You know my motto," Lucy said, smirking at him.
"Oh, right. The whole do what want as long as it doesn't hurt anyone thing," recited Lincoln, pressing his lips together afterward. "I suppose I should've figured."
"Close enough," Lucy chirped. "Now, was there anything else?"
"No," sighed Lincoln as he rose and prepared to leave. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate your input. I think I know how to handle their relationship now."
"Alright, then," Lucy replied. "Say hi to Lana for me."