AN: Not something I planned to do. The short version here is my buddy AberrantScript was showing me pictures from the fitness anime, How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift? I jokingly proposed a scenario where Lincoln is helping his sisters work out, and scribbled out a couple of example scenes. It's not enough stuff to make a full fic out of, but he and Auto pestered me to at least post the drabbles, so here you go.
"You're looking great, Lori." Lincoln assured her. "Some real nice tone in your arms."
"Think so?" Lori flexed her arm experimentally, and was surprised to see there really was something there. A nice, firm bicep, the reward for her weeks of dedication. "Am I looking better than say...Carol?" She asked.
Lincoln gulped audibly. "Dunno, I-I wouldn't know anything about...that."
The hell he wouldn't. Lori knew for a fact that Carol Pingrey had been on a fitness kick for some time now, and Lincoln was frequently coerced into being her "workout buddy". Say what you will about Carol, she didn't take no for an answer. The fact that Lori had joined this gym and begun her own fitness routine shortly after was pure coincidence. Probably.
Lori ceased her examination of herself as a metaphorical lightbulb went off in her head. An idea, taking shape. "Hey Linky..." Lori ventured, keeping her voice level "How much do you weigh?"
"I-I dunno..." Lincoln stammered, "Maybe like...190 or something? I'd have to check the—ACK!"
While her little brother was busy being adorably self-conscious, Lori took him in both hands and power lifted him straight into the air. To her surprise and delight, she managed to get him over her head, with only minor amounts of strain on her arms.
"Hey, Linky." Lori said, smirking. "How's the weather up there?"
"V-very funny Lori!" He called back. "Put me down!" He was blushing. Lori loved it when he blushed.
"Can do, little bro." Lori adjusted her grip on the young man and lowered him down. Rather than putting him back on the ground, however, she simply left him at waist height, shifting her hold into a bridal carry.
"Down! Lori!" Lincoln protested. "On the ground!" Lori could tell his heart wasn't in it, however. His eyes were locked on her breasts. As they should be.
"I...don't think so." Lori announced, spinning around on one heel and marching towards the shower room, Lincoln still in hand. "I'm due for a break, and you're going to help me with that too."
"How?" Lincoln asked, dumbfounded. "Why?"
Lori lifted Lincoln up to her chest and leaned down closer to him, their faces nearly touching. "Because I still haven't proven to you that I'm better than Carol." She purred, lightly kissing Lincoln on his lips.
"You can do it." Lincoln assured her. "This is what you've been training for."
"Okay Linky." Leni nodded, her expression completely serious.
The tall blonde grasped the jar of peanut butter in both hands, and with a grunt of exertion, gave the container a good hard twist. Lincoln's eyes widened in surprise as his sister's normally slender arms briefly tripled in size and musculature
"Raaawr!" Leni cried out, tearing the lid from the jar, inadvertently sending it flying far, far away.
"I did it Linky!" Leni cried, bouncing up and down. "Now we can have lunch!"
"You sure did, Leni." Lincoln agreed, unable to take his eyes off his bouncing sister. Specifically the parts that were bouncing.
"And then we can have sex!"
"Say what?" Lincoln asked, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leni's excercise equipment.
"Lunch." Leni replied, her tone extremely matter of fact.
"Got it." Said Lincoln, taking the jar from her. "I'll go make the sandwiches."
Leni dallied, watching her little brother walk away. "Lunch first." She said to herself. "But after..." She let the words hang in the air, as she flounced towards the kitchen.
"I'm surprised to see you here." Lincoln remarked, lightly stepping behind Lucy as she went about her free weights routine, trying to avoid ruining the younger girl's rhythm.
"Lynn makes me." Lucy grumbled, grunting softly as she continued to pump the weights up and down, one arm after the other. "She keeps showing up at my apartment at the crack of dawn. Dawn, Lincoln!" She complained. "The worst time of day."
"She just worries about you."
"Sigh." Lucy said, not actually sighing. "I know. It's just..." Suddenly, the raven hair girl began to wobble, the arm she was currently lifting with suddenly going limp. Seeing that she was in very real danger of falling over, Lincoln stepped in and took the smaller girl in his arms.
"Don't worry Lucy." He said. "I've got...you?" To his surprise, Lincoln found that his young, bookish sister was actually quite solid to the touch. There was a firmness to her arms and stomach that he hadn't been expecting, to say nothing of the tight, round bottom that was currently pressing into his midsection. Certainly not the body of someone who would be having this much trouble with such light weights...
"Uh, Lucy..." He began, but before he could say anything further, the younger girl spun around in his grasp and pressed her lips against his, stealing a quick kiss.
"Thank you, big brother." She murmured, bemusement evident in her tone. "You saved me."
"'Preciate the help, lil bro." Luna said, gratefully. She took a seat on the padded floor and gestured for Lincoln to join her.
"Sure thing, Lunes." Lincoln took his place on the floor next to Luna. "Just tell me what you need."
"I'm just gonna do some stretching." She explained. "All I need you to do is sit behind me, help me make sure I'm keeping everything straight."
"Sounds easy enough." Lincoln said, nodding. Luna turned her back to him and, still sitting upright, spread her long, slender legs, one to each side. Once she seemed satisfied, she began to lean forward, small stretches in sets of three, then she'd return to her starting position.
"Little help, Linc?" She asked, "Feels like I'm not doing it right."
Looked fine to him. More than fine, actually. Luna kept a nice, tight ship, the benefits of being a very energetic rockstar, he supposed.
"What do you need?" He asked.
"Just put your arms around my waist."
Lincoln gulped nervously, but acquiesced. Just what he'd expected. Luna's familiar scent washed over him as he slid in close and rested his head on her shoulders, pulling his arms around her tight, firm tummy as he anchored himself to the older girl.
"L-like this?" He asked.
"Just like that, little bro." Luna cooed, leaning into him. And for a time they simply sat there, leaning on one another.
Pleasant as this was, Lincoln had been about to ask as to how exactly this helped her workout when he felt a soft, warm, weight against his own back, a pair of slender arms wrapping around his own waist moments later.
"Hey guys." A very familiar voice purred into his ear.
"S-sam?" Lincoln gulped, his voice several octaves higher than normal.
"Thought I'd help you guys out." Said the blonde, her warm breath tickling Lincolns face. "So...what are we doing?"