A Comforting Twist: The End

There's never truly a quiet moment in the Loud House. Even in the night, the house would be full of snores and sleep talks. But this time somethings were different. Only two people were inside of the house that night: Lori and Lincoln. And there were still some sounds echoing within those walls, just not the usual ones. It was the quiet sound of sobbing. Lori sobbing in her room and Lincoln sobbing in the bathroom, trying to wash away the memory of what happened earlier. Both of them were stewing in their thoughts, trying to see how they could possibly work through this...incident.

"Oh dear God, I've assaulted my own little brother! What is wrong with me!?" Lori thought in despair. "What kind of sister does that to such a sweet boy!? He's gonna hate me forever now. I'll never be able to look him in those beautiful, calming blue eyes again. I'VE RUINED OUR FAMILY!!"

Lori couldn't even cry anymore. The sheer weight of the idea that she single handedly destroyed the family bond that they had was just too painful to fully process. She essentially shut down emotionally; unable to cry, unable to speak, forgetting the world around her. Despair truly consumed her. But while Lori was going through a crisis, Lincoln was going through one of his own. Holding his head, staring at the drain as the warm shower washed over him, only one thing rang through his mind.

"Why? Why? Why? Why?" Lincoln thought.

That one word covered multiple questions. Why did that happen? Why did she do that to him? Why couldn't he stop her? And why did it feel good? That last question was the most pressing and concerning. He could, in some way, rationalize answers for the other questions, but the last one? No. Though it was more like he didn't want to know or accept the answer rather than not not knowing. To be fair, who in their right mind would want to hear, much less accept the idea of having carnal desires for your own family? The idea was not only disturbing to him, but also disgustingly immoral. If there's anything a Loud holds near and dear, it's family. So the idea of something like this happening, something that could tear his family apart, made him sick with fear and disgust.

"Ok Lincoln, what's done is done. You can't go back in time and change what happened. For the sake of the family, you need to act as normal as possible. Just forget about it."Lincoln said to himself.

With this new resolve, Lincoln got out of the bath, dried off and went back to his room. However, even though both of their bodies were tired, sleep couldn't be further away from them. Lori was kept up by her thoughts of guilt; dreaming about what happened but with her as some crazed predator, feasting on her helpless prey. While Lincoln kept replaying the scenes in his head, but with a twist. Unlike Lori's morbid thinking, Lincoln's thinking was twisted in a different way. His mind interpreted the act as something pleasurable, which was even more disturbing to him than the actual incident. While one lamented over their depravity caused by an impulse and lack of emotional control, the other lamented over their depravity cause by an unintentionally and disturbingly positive interpretation of it. A dilemma both had to face that night.

Sunday morning broke. Both siblings felt drained due to lack of sleep. But it's nothing a piping hot cup of coffee couldn't fix. Except for the fact that they'd have to face each other in the kitchen. This played on both of their minds, neither being ready to face the other. But they couldn't just stay holed up in their rooms until the family returned. Then they'd have that same awkward tension between them, but with the added stress of trying to keep it a secret from everyone else. They both steeled themselves to resolve this as quickly as possible, but Lincoln was the more ready one between them. Lori still felt very guilty about what happened, so naturally she hesitated for a bit. But eventually she made her way to the top of the stairs and was greeted by the rich smell of dark roasted coffee. It almost made her forget her worries. But she was reminded of them when she saw who made the coffee; the very person she feared seeing.

"Hey Lori." Lincoln said while focusing on the coffee pot, back turned to where she stood.

"Oh! Um...hey Lincoln." Lori replied nervously. "I-I-Is there enough for the both of us?"

"Yeah, I'll set up a mug for you. Black with 2 sugars, right?"

"Y-Yeah, thanks." Lori said as she sat by the kitchen table.

Lincoln brought over his and her cups of coffee to the kitchen table. Lori couldn't help but look at him. Even though she's torn up inside because of what she did, she just couldn't help but admire her brother's looks.

"God, he looks cute even with bags under his eyes." Lori thought as she saw what she thought was a warm glow around him, feeling the passions that took her over last night slowly rise.

Lincoln sat down and sipped his coffee. The hot beverage was just what he needed to feel alive again. Lori did the same and a wave of calm washed over her. However, that was about to end abruptly.

"So, Lori." Lincoln said.

"Yes?!" Lori said being jolted back into reality, dreading what he may say. Especially if it was about last night, thinking to herself. "Oh God it's happening! What's he gonna say?"

"About last night-" Lincoln barely managed to say before Lori lunged at him, tightly embarrassing him.

"I'M SO SORRY, LINCOLN!" Lori wailed. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME! I WAS JUST SO HEARTBROKEN AND YOU MENDED IT! AND THEN I DID THAT TO YOU, MY OWN BROTHER! I KNOW YOU COULD NEVER FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT I DID, BUT PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I PROMISE I'LL NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN!"

"WOAH, LORI CHILL OUT!" Lincoln shouted trying to get Lori off of him so he could breathe. "Listen. What happened last night was not ok. That goes without saying."

"I know. *sniffle* I'm sorry I did that to you."

"But I also understand that you weren't in your most sound mind. You went through a pretty bad break up with someone who you thought was "the one", and found comfort in someone else's arms right after. You were just trying to mend a broken heart and repay the person who eased your pain."

"But I went about it all wrong. I forced myself on my own brother while he slept. What am I, some psycho-stalker pedophile?!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't go down that path of thought. Look, let's just put this behind us, ok? Talking about this is the first step to fixing this; now we just need to work on boundaries."

"Yeah. You're right. We do need a bit of space." Lori said before suddenly embarrassing her brother in gratitude. "Thank you for being so forgiving and kind."

"Yeah, sure. But could we hold off on this for a bit?" Lincoln said expressing his newfound discomfort from such actions.

"Right. Sorry."

"Well, if you need me, I'll be in my room." Lincoln said as he left the kitchen while Lori was sipping her coffee.

Now to the naked eye it would seem things had come to a satisfying and wholesome conclusion. However, things weren't completely fixed. The reason why Lincoln promptly left after being hugged by Lori, wasn't just because of him thinking about her pouncing again. No, it was because of how his body reacted. He had a boner. He left in disgust with himself. Even though he and Lori want to set things right, his body betrayed him. No matter how much he tried to brush away those dark perverted thoughts, they still persisted.

"Maybe some Ace Savvy will clear my head." Lincoln thought to himself.

When got into his room, he pull a random comic from his collection. He read through the scenes, perused every panel, but paused when he saw a certain character. The High Card. The comic he pick up was the one that got published from the character submission contest. The one he entered, creating a team to work alongside Ace Savvy called The Full House Gang, which were based off of his sisters. And lo and behold, there she was. The High Card in all of her strength and beauty, fighting off against The Shuffler. Lincoln became very flustered. It's bad enough he was having perverted thoughts about Lori after what happened, but now her spitting image was right there stereotypically scantily dressed. Lincoln's member pulsed in his pants. He couldn't fight it anymore; he had to find release. So he stripped out of his clothes, stood the comic up on his bed, on the same page she was on, and violently jerked himself off. The only way he could rationalize his actions was the fact that this was a fictional character. It may have looked like Lori, but that's it. After about 4 minutes, he violently shot rope after rope of jizz into a wad of tissues he grabbed before climax, tossing it into his waste bin.

"*pant* *pant* Am I really this fucked in the head" Lincoln asked himself.

Little did he know that Lori was in her room going through a similar situation. Lori didn't notice the awkward boner Lincoln had, but neither did Lincoln notice how wet she got while they were talking in the kitchen. Just as soon as Lincoln closed his bedroom door, Lori went in the fridge and grabbed herself a pickle. One that was, in some twisted coincidental way, almost a dead ringer for Lincoln's member. Lori couldn't wait; she simply pulled her panties aside and plunged her new substitute into herself with reckless abandon. She bit down on her finger in order to muffle her moans. All during those 4 minutes of self attention, she had only one thing on her mind: Lincoln. When she saw how caring and mature he was earlier, she fell completely in love with him right there, sending her loins into a frenzy. Soon Lori went limp from her orgasm. She came to after a few minutes and felt a wave of shame waft over her similar to what Lincoln felt.

"Good God. I'm literally mentally broken, aren't I?" Lori said to herself.

After seeing the mess she made, she hurriedly grabbed a mop and started cleaning up. The last thing she'd want is for someone to see something so shameful. She thought about throwing away the pickle, but Louds don't waste food. Also a certain moment kept playing over in her mind that she wanted to recreate, so she ate it. The flavors of the pickle and her own flavor mixed on her tongue. She liked the combination. A little too much some would say. Even she was a bit concerned with how much she enjoyed this.

"I really do have a problem don't I?" Lori thought to herself.

For the rest of the day, they tried to go about life as normally as possible. But no matter how much they tried, it had just been awkward moment after awkward moment. And it got even worse when the family came back. Since then they've been going through a routine of trying to act normal, finding themselves in situations where they'd be close to each other, touching, feeling awkward, then finding some way to distance themselves from everyone so they could relieve themselves of their tension. But of course, this couldn't last forever.

About 2 months had passed since then and things looked like they were improving. Slowly but surely, the family bond that they once had was started to come back almost to full strength. They even began leaning on each other on the couch while watching tv without issue. However, no matter how much they tried to shake them, the sexual fantasies and desires still remained. Even though they began treating each other genuinely like they used to, the moment they get alone time would be used to pleasure themselves to the thought of the other. Surprisingly, neither knew the other was doing what they were doing. But all things must come to an end one way or another.

It was another Saturday morning. Once again Lori and Lincoln were the only ones at home. Everyone who wasn't in their college dorms were either at the mall, fair or at the restaurant. Lori stayed because she had a headache and Lincoln stayed because he had a major assignment to take care of. The morning was pretty basic, that is until the incident happened. Before Lincoln started his work, he wanted to take a shower. His late night ministrations left him pretty sweaty. So he stripped out of his nightwear, threw a towel on and made his way to the bathroom. Once he stood by the door, he heard the shower turned on.

"Oh. Lori must be showering." Lincoln thought.

This unfortunately put the image in his head. And with barely any effort, his mind created a sexy scenario. One where he could envision her wet and soapy body being caressed by her hands, as she pays very special attention to specific areas. Then washing off all the soap, showing off every single luscious curve on her body as water flows and drips off of her.

Needless to say, Lincoln's little soldier stood at attention. The sheer embarrassment and shame he felt for it caused him to facepalm with both hands. Poor move on his part. Why? Because Lori had already gotten out of the shower, dried herself off and opened the bathroom door clad in a towel herself. She noticed Lincoln was standing there, realizing that he must have been waiting to take a shower himself. Then she noticed that he had his face in his hands, as if something went wrong. Upon further inspection, she figured out why. She saw Lincoln's towel fallen around his feet, revealing his erection. This caused Lori to jump back a bit, yelping, causing Lincoln to snap out of his shame induced trance and see what was happening. Lori had a bright shade of pink on her face as she blushed from the embarrassment and arousal. Lincoln had the same look on his face, seeing his sister in such a compromising position. A good 10 seconds passed before Lori spoke.

"*clears throat* Um...The shower's all yours. Go right ahead." Lori said as she scurried away to her room.

Lincoln went in and tried to wash away his desires, even tried blowing a load or two. But nothing he did could calm him down. He cut his shower short and exited the bathroom, hoping to fix his problem in his room the way he normally did. But as he passed Lori's door, he heard something. It sounded like light moans. This caused Lincoln's dick to throb intensely. He tried to will himself away from the door, but no matter how much he tried, his legs betrayed him. About a minute later, he heard Lori moan loudly. But it wasn't just a moan; she moan Lincoln's name. That flipped the switch in Lincoln's brain. Whatever inhibitions he had before were now completely shut off. Without even thinking, as if his body was on autopilot, he opened Lori's door. There she was, on her bed lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, bare and naked with a green dildo still in her leaking pussy. Lincoln walked over to her side as if possessed. Lori didn't notice him until he place a hand next to her.

"L-Lincoln?" Lori said surprised and embarrassed before Lincoln took her lips.

At this point, both of their reasonings took a back seat. Only their lust fueled instincts remained. Lori pulled Lincoln deeper into the kiss as Lincoln caressed one of her breasts. Lori loved the warmth of his hand and Lincoln loved the firmness and surprising softness of her breasts. Soon Lincoln pulled away so he could get some air. As he looked at her, he licked his lips as if he was about to dine on the most tender wagyu beef ever. He began trailing kisses from her neck to her breasts, taking the time to savor their flavor. Lori rubbed her legs together and bit on her finger to stifle a moan. Lincoln's tongue circling her erect nipples was almost too much to bear. Soon he began trailing kisses down her stomach, eliciting an ecstatic gasp. Lori was loving every moment Lincoln worshipped her body. It was like a dream come true. Then the kisses stopped. Lori looked up, feeling disappointed as she was close to having her second orgasm of the day.

"W-why did you stop?" Lori asked.

Lincoln didn't answer. He simply spread her legs like a saloon door, causing Lori to yelp in surprise. Lincoln's eyes were fixed intently on her sacred place, seeing the green intruder in the doorway. He almost felt jealous; maybe even a little insulted. It was as if he wondered what this imposter was doing in his house. He grabbed the dildo and started violently thrusting it in and out of her gushing pussy.

"AAAAAAH!! LIN-LINCOLN WAIT PLEASE! OH GAAWWDD! I-I *sharp inhale* I'M TOO SENSITIVE!!" Lori screamed out, almost cumming right there and then.

Lincoln paid no attention to her plea. He showed her no mercy as he began to twist it as he thrusted it.

"This is what you like, huh? You like feeling this inside you?" Lincoln said maliciously, being completely lost in his own mind, bringing out a side he never knew was there.

Lori let out a wail as she sprayed all over the dildo and Lincoln's hand, eventually going limp from exhaustion. Lincoln licked the juice off of his fingers. The raspberry vinaigrette flavor enveloped his tongue. He enjoyed it a lot. He then climbed onto the bed between her legs. He took hold of the toy.

"This might do a good job..." Lincoln said before pulling it out of Lori, leaving both mouths gaping from the sudden emptiness. "But I doubt it's better than the real deal."

He then lined up his member to her entrance and slowly pushed himself in, savoring the feeling of Lori's moist walls around him until he bottomed out. Lori groaned feeling all 9 inches of Lincoln's enraged cock deep inside of her, pressed against her cervix. Lincoln placed her legs on his shoulders, held onto her thighs and began thrusting slowly. The pleasure they both felt far exceeded anything they felt before. Whether it was the build up to the act, or the fact that this was now fully consensual, none of them knew at the time. But they didn't care; they were too caught up in the moment. Lincoln, finding his stride, began to pick up the pace and thrust harder. This caused Lori to moan, wail and pant in ecstasy. She didn't care about how wrong it was for them to do this; not since the night she assaulted Lincoln. She always felt regret for doing such a thing to Lincoln without his consent, but not for falling for him. If she had control over time, she'd have this moment replay itself forever.

"Tell me Lori." Lincoln grunted. "Do you like mine *huff* or the toy better?"

"*panting* Yours!" Lori replied. "Your is- aaah! better by far!"

"*grunt* Good girl. Here's your reward." Lincoln said before thrusting ten more times and blasted a thick load of cream in his sister's steaming hot pie, causing her to wail from the intense orgasm.

Lori laid there limp and twitching with a face that screamed "best sex ever". But Lincoln was far from done. He flipped Lori over on her stomach, leaving her shocked and confused. Maybe even a little scared.

"Wha-Wha-What are you doing?" Lori asked.

"I'm not done yet." Lincoln answered as he fingered her still stuffed pussy, coating his fingers with the mixture of his and her fluids.

"W-Wait! Let me rest a bit! I'm too sensitive right now!"

"Sorry, but you made me like this. Now take responsibility."

Lincoln then took his fingers and rubbed the juices around and inside Lori's butthole, causing her to yelp.

"Waitwaitwaitwait! I-I've never used that hole!" Lori pleaded.

"Well, today's the day." Lincoln said all to happily as he spread her butt cheeks, lining his cock up to her quivering hole and slowly plunging the tip of his cock inside.

Lori inhaled sharply, as she never put anything in that hole, much less something as big as Lincoln's member. It was a mix of pain and pleasure; similar to the sensation she felt when she forced herself on Lincoln when she broke her hymen. Lincoln relished the newfound tightness of her ass. Whether he wanted Lori to enjoy it as much as he did, or if he just wanted the sensation to last longer, he went in slowly and gently. He began slowly thrusting into her. After a few thrusts, Lori adjusted to the feeling; it began to feel really good. Lincoln noticed this when her grunts turned to moans. He decided to thrust a little harder. Lori enjoyed it, so Lincoln picked up the pace a little more. Both were feeling too good to speak; just grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room. Lincoln wanted to take things further, but didn't want to risk tearing Lori's ass. So he took her dildo and shoved it back into her unoccupied pussy. Lori wailed again from the sudden intrusion. She didn't protest or complain. She only had that dumb look on her face. Lincoln couldn't hold it anymore. After a few more thrusts, Lincoln shot everything he had left in him in her. Lori came on last time after feeling the heat of Lincoln's spunk in her.

Lincoln slumped over Lori's limp body with his dick slowly going limp inside her. Both siblings exhausted from their sexcapade, laid there panting and huffing until they both fell asleep.

Luckily both woke up just before the rest of the family came home. Lincoln made a mad dash to his room to get dressed, leaving Lori to do the same. The morning after, Lori came to his room to talk. The conversation was awkward, especially with the memory of how all of this started and how surprisingly dominating Lincoln was. But by the time Lori left, one this was certain. That wouldn't be the last time they had "special family bonding time".

Author's Note:

Hey guys. Sorry for taking so long to write. I've been having some major writer's block. Especially since this was supposed to be a twisted one shot. But a lot of you wanted a happy ending, so I did my best to make one. I hope you guys enjoy. Don't know when or even what I'll write again, but rest assured I'll put my all into it. Until next time...if there is one.