Answering Comment's
Blonkess: So given Lincoln is on the german side of the world war 1, i question if the war was any different if he told them his knowledge however limited it may be. And i wonder, if/when he returns to the present, if the family will realise the kind of shell shock he's had with what 4(?) years in the trenches has done to him. Given it's been Four months in present time and he's probably 16 to 21 years old in the war
usuarioanonimo2911: What my project is relying on is: I'm making a mix of The movie "Nothing new on the western front" on the Netflix. So basically he'll only return home when... Well, that's for the future chapters, since this one is for the sisters themselves only. And about the age thing, He'll be 18 years old. Well, a actually spoiled it before but, i guess it won't hurt you ;-)
Canadians Rock: I'm curious to know what kind of battle he was in
usuarioanonimo2911: He was basically in the battle of the last fifteen minutes. This whole Fanfic is based on the Netflix Movie: "Nothing new on the western front" so if you watched it, you'll get what I'm saying ;-)
Lori's point of view
As she lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling with empty and "lifeless" eyes, Lori remembered all the times she had spent time with Lincoln. Her little Idiot... Those White hair that shone in the sun and she envied a lot; That warm, happy smile with those chipped front teeth. He appeared to be just any ordinary boy, but he wasn't "Any ordinary boy". He was special! Not just because I was born into a family almost exclusively made up of women. He... "survived" all of the sisters fight protocol, Always making time to spend and support his sisters, and whenever they needed someone to vent to, to have a shoulder to lean on, he was there. She understood the pain she felt for her brother just disappearing and that she missed him, but that pain started to go out of the ordinary as she began to remember memories of when she was eight years old and he was only 1, cuz from time to time, he would go to her and Leni's bedroom to ask her or Leni to help mend Bun-Bun, his dear stuffed bunny that he had had since the day of his birth and had always slept with him ever since. She remembered how he just looked at her with puppy dog eyes. He was clearly crying tears and phlegm was running from his nose, but he never bawled like a normal baby. It even seems that since he was little he didn't like to bother people because of the problems he had/caused.
Since he was a baby he had good intentions and tried to cheer them up when they were sad, or even when HE was sad. He was very innocent, and what happened to him, it wasn't fair. Who would BE ABLE to simply kidnap someone like him?! He was an angel and for you to do something like that, you had to be the devil himself. But... Why was she thinking this way? All over protective? Of course, she would do the same for her little sisters, but... this protection she felt for Lincoln was stronger than all! It was even as if she...she loved him. Of course, what sister wouldn't love her brothers? But this love... She wanted to hug him and touch him from the inside. She began to remember the times he read her comics wearing nothing but his underwear. Every time she saw him like this, she somehow... and for some reason... She looked towards his crotch, seeing how big he was... She wanted to touch... keep it all to herself ... feel for herself- "WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
As soon as she screamed, she sat up in bed sweating heavily, and realizing where her hand was, made her quite ashamed of herself. Was she really going to do that?! Masturbate to her own brother?! "God... What was I thinking?!" She told herself,since Leni was sleping in the bed next to her, breaking out in a cold sweat and shivering- Wait a minute. "In a cold sweat and shivering?!"
Desperate, she got up, buttoned her shorts and went towards the girl with light blonde hair. "Leni? LENI?! WAKE UP!!" Lori tried to wake her up, but it seemed to have no effect. The older Blonde could hear Leni moan "Please don't go... Don't go..." And so she started to cry.
Leni's point of view... in her dream.
Leni now found herself sitting in an armchair, in her forties or close by. She had knitting instruments in her hands and a button-down dress shirt being mended. The Shirt had inher hands, had the part of its torso white but its collars and sleeves were orange. She looked back and saw that it was the same as her living room, but it was nothing like her home. The walls had wallpaper taped to them in gray-green and fall-orange in column patterns. The sofas and tablecloths were the same, but the paintings were all different. None of your parents or even your other sisters. It was just her AND Lincoln in these portraits. And there was a little picture frame in the central coffee desk in front of her, had the picture of HER and the said albino in a church, kissing with engagement rings on their fingers. She wore a beautiful orange wedding dress, while Lincoln wore ocean green pants and suit, with a white tie with orange stripes.
Leni started to cry but out of sadness, because she was aware that it was only a dream, and nothing there was real. But She stopped thinking as soon as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and heading towards her. Before she could turn around to see who it was, two thick, firm but utterly gentle arms hugged her from behind the chair. Her sadness soon disappeared as a deep but clearly and easily recognizable voice spoke, "How is my dear wife? Need some help with the knitting?" As she turned to see who it was, she saw Lincoln, with a. Older face, around 34-37 years old, He had a long beard like Rick from The Walking Dead. As she slowly got up so she could get a better look at him, she could only cry and hug him. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and sobbed loudly. "Shhh... it's okay... I'm here." He said returning the hug, enveloping her completely with his big arms.
"No... you're not here..." She murmured but the big albino heard her "Do you see me?" "Yes?" "Are you feeling me?" "Not exactly..." . Leni knew it would only take a few minutes, so she took the chance and kissed her brother on the lips, not even bothering with the huge beard on his face. The Beard was pretty fluffy for a dense and full one like that. "I wanted this to last forever…" Her tears grew as she knew and accepted that this wasn't real. "Shhh... Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it!" He said, using his big hand to lift her face and force her to look at his face and see the big smile that was under that strong beard.
Before they could say anything more to each other, Lincoln began to dissolve like a cloud of steam. Leni could no longer hold him physically. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she realized what was happening. "No... NO NO NO NO!!! PLEASE DON'T GO!!! PLEASE DON'T GO!!" "It's okay..." It was the last thing he said before disappearing completely. "no...no...no..." She whimpered and sobbed. But a voice started calling her from the distance.
"...eni... Leni... LENI!!"
Lori and Leni's bedroom; 11:05 am
Nobody's point of view
Leni jolted up in her bed, crying and sweating cold. She looked around and only saw Lori... but where was ger big and supportive Men? Her dear and Lovely husband Lincoln?! She started to cry even harder repeating to herself "He was there... *Sniff* He Was there...". Lori could only hug her and pat her back. Their lifes were being too rough on them... too rough...
France; main battlefield; 11:05 am 11/11/1918
Lincoln point of view
Mortars fell around everyone including Lincoln's unconscious body. But as soon as one landed close enough to him, he jumped in fright and sat up quickly, gripping the mud on the floor as if that would wake him up, and hope that everything he saw before him was one big nightmare. A Great and Terrible Nightmare. Four years; It had been four years since he last saw his family, and now that it was almost over, was he going to slack off?! NO WAY!! He got up and saw a rifle beside him "THINK I'M GOING TO YELLOW NOW?!" He picked up the rifle and cocked the bolt "EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN THROUGH?! FOUR YEARS IN THAT HOLE IN THE GROUND, EATING SUCKY FOOD, WITH RATS AND SHIT LAYING AROUND ME AND FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE TO GET HOME!! AND YOU DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO GIVE UP NOW?? NEVER!!!!" Lincoln was feeling something he had never felt, in fact he rarely felt it: Fury. Rage, adrenaline, and persistence were with him every day and kept him alive til now, but The Rage was his last resort, and now he had to use it, otherwise he wouldn't come home.
Gathering all the strength that had fallen asleep when he passed out, Lincoln began to run towards the French trenches. He ran over them on a log bridge. Looking down he saw a French Soldier, about his age (18 years old) Almost stabbing another soldier, only he was German. He tried to stop him from stabbing him with the bayonet using both hands. and holding the butt of the rifle, but it looked like he didn't have the same strength to compete. He was what appeared to be 16 years old. He remembered very well that he had been in the same position as himself, and it had been Hanz who had saved him from death much like the scene unfolding in front of him. Without thinking twice, he jumped off the bridge, and landed on top of the young Frenchman, taking him off his battle brother. They both pulled themselves together and got up from the ground, completely covered in mud. The two looked at each other with fury and desire for each other's blood. "Eight minutes left" The two thought at the same time. And at the same time... They hurled themselves at each other...
Luna and Luan's Room; 11/11/2016; 11:03
Luan was sitting on the bed under the bunk bed she and Luna shared, looking at a picture frame in her hands, which had a picture of her and Lincoln dressed up and made up as Two Mimics. In the photo Luan was leaning on her knees while laughing so hard it started to bring tears to her eyes, while Lincoln pretended to be trapped inside an invisible box with an extremely confused face as he looked at the camera. Seeing this memory photo of the first anniversary that the little albino decided to participate and help Luan in one of her presentations. It was the first time that she let the boy keep a portion of the money received after the Show as a reward. Luna Que was sitting on a stool in front of her looking directly at her, I could feel what she kept inside her chest, because she also felt the same. "Little dude is really missed, isn't he?" The rocker brunette asked the comedian.
Luan didn't say a word. She didn't want to start crying, not now. She just nodded her head 'yes' very slowly. That made a smile start to grow on Luna's face. Slowly over these last few days she managed to get to the deepest parts of her sister's mind and heart with braces. "You know... I don't judge you. I feel the same way about him too." Luan's head bounced like a spring toy, making her look right into her musical sister's eyes "What?..." What?" Luna replied with a sympathetic and somewhat mischievous smile. "Yeah, me too!" "So you..." "Yup!".
Luan couldn't believe it! The same kind of feeling she felt about her brother, her other sister felt it too! "Do you think so too? You also feel like…" Luan paused as she swallowed the lump in her throat. "...do you feel like kissing him?..." "Hm hmm" Luna wasn't looking at her anymore but conversation was still her main focus. "Aren't you supposed to be, like, Really Mad at me? Since that's illegal!! He's my brother" "And what did I just say?" Luna just looked over her shoulder giving the same kind and sweet smile as before, finally making Luan smile after four months... "So, we both should in-cest on it! HAHAHA! Get it?" This made Luna's smile grow even wider.
Lincoln... 11/11/1918; 11:08 am
His face was intact, unlike the French soldier Lincoln was pummeling with. He held him by the collar of his uniform, but little did he know that this could be his fatal mistake. Just as he was about to throw another punch at him, The Frances tripped the snow-haired shave, and dunked his head in a deep puddle of mud. Lincoln struggled frantically trying to push the enemy off him, but he had the upper hand now. His breath was blown out by bubbles in the mud. "NO NO NO NO!!!!" Linc screamed inwardly as he tried to get out of the other boy's tight grip. His only eye that wasn't sunk into the mud was his left. He looked around on the floor looking for something he could use to knock him out, enough to knock him off him... His eyes landed on a rock... but... What about his hands? .. "COME ON!! Only three minutes to go!!"
Loud house... 11/11/2016; 11:08 am
The rest of the sisters didn't have nothing to think about. They prefered that their minds were occupied with nothingness. It was Better like, well, except for Lynn, whi was in her new room crying... and... uh... Masturbating to her brother's undewear?
"Ah... Ah... Come on Lincoln... Stronger!!" Lynn exclaimed in ecstasy. She wore her brother's underwear over her face as if it were a mask, and between panted breaths, she sniffed the garment deeply, trying to inhale as much of the odor from the genital area as the only boy in the family. While one of her hands was busy keeping the "mask" even closer to her face, she uses her other hand to rub her clitoris in circular motions, sending sheer waves of immeasurable pleasure throughout her body, making her shudder through and through.
"Ah... come on 'Stinkcoln'... Break my tight little pussy!" She exclaimed Placing two fingers inside said female organ, Winding it up like a little surprise box, which if turned enough, would reach its apex "Come on... Let's Come together..." She said with a dreamy tone in her voice " OH LINCOLN~!!!" She gave a final moan, finally reaching her long awaited orgasm. Her back arched as the great electrical impact of pleasure rippled through her entire body. Her vaginal juices splattered all over the bed sheet, leaving it a very dark stain. She fell onto the bed too tired to move. Her mind was slowly drifting off to sleep, and she felt no shame on what she did, on what she feel. Heck, maybe none of the sisters felt shame on what they feel for their brother. And before she knew it, she was already asleep.
Lincoln... 11/11/1918; 11:10 am...
As his hand reached out toward the stone, Lincoln's heart was pounding hard and fast. As soon as his hand gripped it, a shit-eating grin spread across Lincoln's muddy face. He slammed the stone across the forehead of the Bastard who was trying to sting him into the mud, leaving a deep gash. As he got to his feet and regained some lost air, his weary face was now caked with mud and rodent droppings. He knelt on his opponent's chest, still holding the stone. He was still bewildered from the heavy blow he received, but as soon as he saw Lincoln on top of him, his face tightened from anger and frustration to fear and dread. "Three..." Both thought at the same time... "Two..." Lincoln raised his arm with the stone in hand while the Frenchman took cover with his forearms "ONE!!!" "IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! EVERYBODY STOP!!! THE WAR IS OVER!!!" A Quaker soldier shouted from the battlefield with some difficulty, as he should have been trying to hold back his cries of happiness and relief. As soon as Lincoln heard the screams, he gave one last cry and threw the stone far into the trench and the French soldier let out a long sigh of relief as his arms fell to the ground open, finally surrendering to exhaustion.
Lincoln got up and started walking in a random direction into the trench, and eventually coming back to the surface and looking to the place where fifteen minutes ago, everyone was fighting each other, but now, everyone was hugging each other and shaking hands saying things like " Good job I survived" Or "We got lucky" or something. Seeing that everything was finally over, Lincoln looked down at his own hands and saw his body starting to glow, while the constant "beep" of an alarm that was just going off inside his head, signaled that it was time for him to return. And just like that, he was falling apart in the air, finally being at peace.
Loud house; Current times... 11:15 am
As she watched her older sister do the sinful act, and whom she referred to as she performed it, Lucy looked on from inside the ventilation shafts with a face that was unreadable. She felt her private parts tingle as her former roommate repeated her snowy-haired brother's name. She tried to touch her pussy through her panties, and when she felt the sensation she let a low and long moan come out through her teeth. She hissed as a line of spittle hung over her bottom lip. She licked her lips and quickly delivered the act, before anyone noticed her. She crawled through the vent back to her room, and climbed down, landing on her bed/coffin. She could barely remember the memories of her brother without feeling such pain in her chest and heart, but fate would be kinder to her and she didn't even know it. Pulling out her Book of Poetry, she began writing in it with haste and focus. After finishing she started reading to herself...
While I wait for you,
My heart gets closer to despair.
It hits hard like the pain I feel,
But that still makes me indignant:
Is it true what I feel for you?
I was short, but enough to giva a hint of what and how she felt towards her big brother... The only way she ever felt about her brother...
Lincoln... Down in the Franklin Avenue...
While a light strong enough to illuminate the whole street if it was night was formed, Lincoln's body appeared next to it. He was standing in the same position he had surrendered himself to before disappearing from the battlefield. The light finally faded, and he opened his eyes. He prayed heavily that he was where he hoped he would be. Looking around, he saw that he was at the end of Franklin Avenue, and on top of that, in front of his great and best friend's house: Clyde. Lincoln's whole body was shaking and his rapid breathing was mixing with the tears that ran down his cheeks and ended up running down his lips, turning into a drool of crying. With slow, staggering steps, he approached the front door of the McBride residence. He reached out his hand to ring the bell but a voice from inside made him stop in his tracks "Yes love, I'm taking out the garbage, I'll be right back!" Was Harold one of Clyde's fathers
As soon as Harold opened the door, he was confused and with a scared face for a moment as he saw the state of the young man in front of him. "OH!... Oh Jesus... You gave me quite a scare!!" But as soon as he saw his military uniform, Harold immediately straightened up and resumed his posture before authority "Do you need anything Sir?" "Clyde... is Clyde McBride here?" The Albino asked in a low, quick voice, not wanting to reveal his identity right now. Because the McBride couple were well known for swooning and being impressed very easily. "Yes... Yes he is! Do you want to see him?" "Yes sir..." "Okay, just give me a minute." The Black Man returned to the interior of his residence to call his son. Conversations muffled by walls could be heard, but none could be deciphered. Only a halfhearted "Yes" could be heard from the person Lincoln was there to see. Clyde, that voice was almost impossible for Lincoln to forget! Well of course! It was his best friend he was talking about!! Said boy appeared at the door... Man, how was he beaten... His eyes were red, he had dark circles under his eyes and he was still wearing his pajamas at Eleven in the morning!!! "Uhmm... Sorry but... Do I know you sir?..."
Lincoln couldn't contain himself any longer, even though his uniform and helmet were all dirty, he knelt down in front of the fifth grade boy, and hugged him tightly. The boy who wears glasses was shocked by this, and tried to retreat from the strange man's arms "He-Hey!! What are you doing?!" He was at a loss as Lincoln Embraced him putting an arm behind his back and used one hand to cradle his now tiny friend's head on his shoulder.
The boy looked up at him with fear in his eyes, but as soon as Lincoln removed his helmet, revealing his paper-white hair, Clyde's fear was replaced by wide eyes and an emotion that was almost impossible to contain. "Lin... LINCOLN?! LINCOLN!!!" the boy jumped on top of his friend, now in his teens, knocking him to the ground, returning his tight hug. Hearing the commotion outside, Harold and his husband Howard, went outside to see what it was, and were even more wide-eyed as they saw their grown son's friend, who had disappeared leaving everyone very sad. The Two Men saw the scene and couldn't contain themselves "Lincoln?... Is that you?..." Howard asked with tears in his eyes. Lincoln who had rested his head on Clyde's shoulder and was crying next to him, letting out cries of relief every now and then, now lifted his head looking at his "uncles". "Yes Uncle Howard, It's me!!" He spoke in an altered voice, opening his arms, now inviting his uncles into his embrace. Instead of fainting, they both started to cry, and joined in the hug with their son. Lincoln had officially returned...
Loud house... Living room... 11:20
Lola and Lana, together with Lily, who was on the sofa, together with her mother who was sleeping on it, spun through the channels, not even caring about the cartoons that passed through them. They were both tired and hadn't slept very well last night. The twins looked at each other and could see the reflection of each other in their eyes. It was the same girl, only with different clothes and different hairstyles, but with a tired and unkempt face. Both let out a tired sigh and climbed onto the sofa next to their mother and younger sister who had slept earlier. They snuggled, hugging each other close to their mother, and let sleep take over their minds. Sleeping peacefully and dreaming of the same dreams (incredible as it sounds) about their big brother finally coming back to them. And becoming one big family again. Just the two of them and her big brother-husband... Ok, what is happening?!?! Both of them jolted up, waking up and breathing heavily. They couldn't believe they had actually dreamed this! The two of them, sharing their only brother as their husband, Ridiculous... Isn't it?... "Same dream?" Lana asked looking at her other half "Yes..." Both feathers let out another sigh and went back to sleep, but now without any strange dreams.
McBride residence... House hallway...
Lincoln was now stepping out of the bathroom, steam following him through the door, with only an extra large towel around his waist. Heading to the guest room to change, he could only feel sorry for the two gay men. He had never prayed to notice it every time he showered; It was always cold, dirty water, which badly cleaned him properly. But this time it was different. An electric shower, with hot water!! He missed that. As he took his gloriously relaxing shower after four years, he looked toward the drain, and saw a large amount of mud and dirt flowing down the pipes. He was worried about it. As soon as he closed the door, he realized that he didn't have any other clothes except his uniform, which had gone to the dryer right after being washed, and soon it had already been dried and was ready to be used again, but the only thing that wasn't there, it was his boots.
Wearing his uniform again, and probably for the last time, as a matter of habit, he put on his helmet, which had a hole in it caused by a gunshot, right where his forehead would fit in. He left the room and went down the stairs towards the kitchen where Howard prepares breakfast, even though the clock is almost striking Noon. He sat down in the Chair around the table and saw that his friend who had sat beside him was holding his hand. It was much smaller compared to his hand. "Where have you been?! You worried the fuck out of us!" It was the first time Lincoln had seen his friend swear in anger, but he knew it wasn't meant to be. If his friend was like that, he couldn't imagine his family... "CLYDE, Language!!"
"Sorry dad..." He said, lowering his head in embarrassment. Howard can only let out a long, exhausted sigh "Putting that aside, He's right Lincoln. Where has you've been this whole time?!" The Red Haired Bald Man asked looking directly at the soldier boy, pausing to finally see his face in a better way "And how did you end up like this?! Not wanting to comment but... You're Horrible!! And how did you grow up so much!!??" He used his arms to refer to Lincoln. Said boy can just laugh. This reaction was to be expected from an overprotective parent.
Lincoln is now eighteen years old, he had a larger and more grown body than his grandfather Albert. His face had scars on his forehead, but it was from a cut, and it was barely visible. He had dark circles, not just under his eyes, but also on the lower lids, they were giant and dark, his face was thin and with expressions of age of a man who was near his forty years old and a purple mark that went down starting near from his nose, and ended up close to his nostrils were visible, and they were as much dark as his bags. "Hehehe... If I told you where I was... You wouldn't believe it!" The traveling boy said with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"But Lincoln!!! YOU HAVE TO TELL US!! If we find out who kidnapped you, we can send him or them to prison so that kind of thing doesn't happen again!!!" The twelve year old black boy screamed, with tears running down his face, and a runny nose "Do you have any idea how much we all suffered, especially your sisters and mother?!" 'He's right boy" Harold said as he walked through the door behind the kitchen that led to the laundry room, while he had his boots in his hand. "We need to know the details." Lincoln looked at them, and what they saw startled them. Lincoln now he had a DEAD serious face, but without any emotion. He was now looking at them with the "thousand yard stare". "JUST GIVE ME A LITTLE TIME, WILL YA?!!" Everyone present jumped at his loud and commanding voice "I want to relax! Enjoy that all that is finally over!! IS IT THAT HARD TO ASK FOR THIS??" "No" All respond with fear in their voices. They still thought that Lincoln was still that twelve year old boy from four months ago, but little did they know how much he had changed. "Great... Now please, let's enjoy the food, I'm starving". And with that, they all sat down at the table and enjoyed the Noon Breakfast, especially Lincoln.
The loud house... Lisa and Lily's room 12:06
While she had a screwdriver in her hands and a welder in the other, Lisa was tirelessly trying to rebuild the time machine she had exploded in in her last attempt to fix it. But as soon as she turned the screw with the wrench, smoke began to fill the air in the room and sparks flew everywhere, luckily not catching anything on fire. Just as this started to happen, two robotic hands came out of the ceiling. One opened the window so the smoke could escape, and the other came with a fire extinguisher, putting out the small fire that had started in the machine. As he walked away and took off his welding helmet, Lisa coughed frantically. What had she done wrong this time? That was the thought that plagued her every time she failed. What had she done wrong?! What didn't she notice that was wrong?!
She sat on the floor and started to cry. She was already getting desperate. She didn't know what else to do, and she did something she never thought of doing. She lay down on the floor, and started kicking and screaming like a tantrum baby, but it was a tantrum of sadness and frustration. It was pretty acceptable what she did, especially given how she felt.
McBride residence... Dinning room 12:17
They all ate spaghetti with a very succulent tomato sauce, mixed with ground meat. Lincoln ate quickly, but he didn't even mind the mess he made. Harold, Howard watched how much he had changed. The last time they saw him, he was just a pre-teen twelve year old, now he had turned into an Eighteen Year Old Boy in four years/months. "So...Lincoln..." Harold started. As soon as he heard the uncomfortable tone of voice in the question asked, and Lincoln knew what it was about. He used a napkin and wiped his lips and face from the sauce he had smeared on his face "Lana would be proud of me, Heh..." He thought with a small smile growing on his face. He looked at the rest of the table and Soul took a long sigh.
"I believe it's a long-awaited time, isn't it?" "Yes" Howard replied. "Ok... Here goes... But I hope you don't faint, because the story is well... complicated and explicit..." He took a deep breath, held it in for a while, and started to tell his story...
Hello to all the ones that have been seeing this story. I'm very glad that I'm being able to satisfy the others with the content and plot of it.
Im next chapter, Lincoln will finally reunite with his family, and finally reveal how he came to be in the first world war, and all his experiences in the trenches, in the fields, and in his life as a soldier.
Until next time, Stay safe and much love!
