Without Sin: All Star Edition

by Catspeaker

Lincoln Loud struggles to make ends meet as a comic book artist. His sisters have all gone on to better things, all except Lisa, just released from Prison. An experiment designed to get her back into the limelight sends him to a dimension where he has children with his sisters. These unthinkable circumstances are his new reality. Inspired by Red Herald's story.

2. Chapter 2

Cat's Corner: Hey everyone! Almost a month since the last update! Well we have some good reasons. Some big real life changes happened at the same time in both my life AND Fic's life! And we live on different continents from each other! But beyond our personal lives, this chapter if you noticed is BIG. Like three chapters in one big. Fic thought it was very important we show SinLincoln's universe next, to give an idea on what his life was like before he switched places with Safehouse. Fic just underestimated how much writing that would involve me doing. Every kid gets a proper introduction and interaction with Dad, with some plotlines thrown out. I hope it works, I hope it seems meaningful to you. Outside of all that, this probably would have been finished last week, but a little game called "Elden Ring" dropped, and let's just say the Cat adores Souls games and needed to take a bite out of it before getting back to work here. While Safehouse Lincoln and the Sinkids are the main focus, SinLincoln has his own journey to go through in the Safeverse. Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews that you guys left, they're really appreciated, even the critical ones. It's heart warming to see those of you who are invested and I'd love to hear more, from fans of the original and the new! Fic as usual acted as editor, checked my work, and made his suggested notes on alterations here and there. I'm going to write another chapter of "Shadow of his Heart" next, hopefully this big chapter will tide you over until we get back to Safehouse Lincoln's awakening. Enjoy!

-THE SINVERSE-

Most people love the weekends.

It's time away from work and school, time you get to relax, unwind and recharge your batteries.

Just like everyone else, 29-year-old Lincoln Loud loved the weekends. But it wasn't because he was away from work, it wasn't because he got to do whatever he wanted. No, it was two days he got to spend with his family with no distractions.

And for Lincoln Loud, family was everything.

Especially his children.

Most fathers might be intimidated having to deal with 11 children all day, but not for Lincoln. Lincoln had been dealing with a large family all of his life. His children were just a continuation of the life he had always known. A life of always being with a large family. He couldn't imagine a period where he wouldn't be surrounded by his loved ones.

For Lincoln, being without his family was a fate worse than death.

Waking up every morning, knowing he had a house full of kids that needed his attention, wanted his attention? That was the entire meaning of his life. It's what made him look forward to each new day. Yes, some of them were starting to get older, and he was dreading when they'd begin to move out, but even then, it would just mean more of his sisters could come back home to start living with him again. Heck by the time they all moved out, his sisters and him might even have some grand kids to spoil!

Living together with his sisters again, all of them, was at least some conciliation to his babies getting older and setting off on their own.

He felt guilty his sisters had to 'take weekly turns' back at home with him and their children due to lack of space. Very guilty. He also felt guilty he was happy his eldest, Loan, seemed like she'd probably be spending at least a few more years at home before thinking she was ready to venture out on her own. He felt guilty he wanted to keep his children and his sisters with him as much as possible for as long as possible, for Lincoln loved them all. He loved them with every fiber of his being. Lincoln was a family man through and through, nothing was more important than family.

Lincoln had a lot of guilt. But it was all guilt tied up into the absolute love he carried for his family. A love that saw them cross conventional lines, but one he had no regrets with. In a way he didn't feel too bad about it, his guilt was only over how much he loved them and how much he wished they could all be together all the time. His sisters and he had suffered a lot before reaching this status quo of contentment, but now they had it. Now they were all together in at least some way, they could try working on making it so they were all together even more later on.

So as far as Lincoln was concerned, if Loan needed to stay home with him longer, then she could take as much time as she needed.

But for now, weekends were the best because he could devote himself entirely to the next generation of Louds, in whatever capacity they needed him. His children still wanted their father's attention in their lives, and Lincoln was more than happy to give it to them. Lincoln would provide all the love they needed and then some, happily, without complaint. Lincoln was a wellspring of love that never emptied, not for his sisters, not for his children. The weekend was an opportunity to share that wellspring of love for his children with nothing else in the way.

Lincoln stepped out of the house a little after 6:30, dressed in a pair of orange sweatpants and a t-shirt. The Michigan Spring was being generous right now. Just under 60 degrees, they didn't need coats, their bodies would warm them up along with the rising sun.

Lincoln was an early riser by nature. Having grown up in a house with so many sisters he'd had to learn to get up early in order to make sure he could get ahead on using the bathroom, getting the best breakfast, or any other of his many plans he had when he was young. Becoming a young father didn't help any in those matters either, getting up for feedings, diaper changes and the like only continued adding to his habit of getting up early… Even if at the time his parents had thought he was just being a helpful and excited Uncle. But Lincoln had decided even at 12 he would never neglect any of his children for any reason.

So getting up at 6am with his sister Lynn (it was her turn this week) and two of his other children, Lacy and Lyle, wasn't a hassle in any way for him. He was happy to do so.

Lacy was the daughter Lincoln had conceived with Lynn, and took after her mother in almost every regard. She was just as excited and eager for any sports competition, just as passionate to get out into the field and prove herself, just as extroverted and ready to take on the world. Even better, she had none of her mother's bad habits when it came to winning or losing. Lacy was just genuinely happy to play, and she cheered on those who won even when she came in second. Of course, she tended to come in first most of the time, but even as a winner she was a great sport and was so ready to tell others how well they did.

She probably got her more friendly and loving nature from him. Lincoln took no small amount of pride from this. She took after him when it came to her disposition in general. She was a bright and sunny girl, always so cheerful, always ready to be anyone's friend, always ready with a smile or an encouraging word. She did have trouble in school, she did have some learning disabilities, it meant she had to be in a few special education classes, but none of that mattered to Lincoln. He was so proud of her in every little thing she did. He was proud of the person she was more than her accomplishments, even if he was happy enough to congratulate her on those accomplishments.

Then there was his son Lyle. Lyle was Leni's second child with Lincoln, and seemed to combine the best physical attributes of both his parents. It could be said that Leni was a ravishing beauty, and Lincoln himself was a handsome man, but Lyle combined those traits to the extreme. He was tall for his age, and lithe, with a natural athletic yet slender body and sharp angular almost elfin features. His hair was a light blonde, just a shade darker than his mother's platinum, and ran all the way down to his middle black. It was beautiful and full, adding to his son's ethereal appearance and the envy of every woman he ran across.

Lyle himself however, had something of a sharp tongue and a sharp wit to go with it, even as young as he was. While his mother could be generously considered 'ditzy' Lyle took after his father when it came to intelligence and sadly none of his mother's sweetness. It was probably because of how often Lyle was mistaken for being a girl. He was a pretty boy, and this combined with his own perception of his maturity being higher than his siblings gave him a little bit of a chip on his shoulder. He could be a sweet boy now and then, particularly in regard to his protectiveness towards his family, but Lincoln was already trying to remind him just because he was right most of the time didn't mean he had to revel in it. Lyle had a problem with being smug when he was correct and wanting to rub other people's faces in being wrong. It was something the family was trying to work on when it came to his behavior.

Lyle also shared his father's love of fantasy fiction and Lyle was always happy to sit down and watch whatever new fantasy shlock came out with his dad and was a dyed in the wool King of the Rings fan just like his father. Lincoln sometimes wondered if Lyle took pride in his ability to cosplay elves so well. It was certainly why he took an interest in archery and some of the more athletic pursuits of his sister Lacy and Aunt Lynn.

His running partners were already waiting for him, looking impatient, well Lyle and Lynn were, Lacy was nothing but smiles and waved to her father when he started lightly jogging towards them. Lacy was clad in a pair of red track pants and a white t-shirt emblazoned with a big red number 2. Her long hair bound up in a ponytail just like her mother's.

"Hi Dad!" She beamed excitedly.

Her mother stood over her, arms folded fixing Lincoln with a playful grin. Dressed only in a red tank top emblazoned with a white number 1, and a pair of small red shorts that showed off her freckled thighs, she fixed her younger brother with a knowing smirk and those big brown eyes he loved so much.

"Took you long enough Stinkin."

She never stopped being beautiful to him. Lincoln had been in love with Lynn for as long as he could remember (He'd been in love with all of his sisters as long as he could remember, but he'd shared a room with Lynn) The two children and the woman with them reminded Lincoln of how completely blessed he was, how much he loved his life.

Lyle was the only one who looked genuinely impatient, tapping his foot as if the world would end if his father didn't hurry up.

"Come on Dad, we've been waiting for you for 20 minutes now! What was the hold up?"

Lyle wore a pair of tight grey sweatpants and sweatshirt. His long hair also bundled up in a ponytail. It only made him look all the more girly.

Lincoln understood his son was frustrated by his misgendering, but in time he might end up deciding he liked it in the end for how attractive it made him. He had no doubt Lyle could end up a fashion model if he wished it when he was older. Lola was already thinking about hitting up some of her old pageant contacts about Lyle in a few more years.

Lincoln looked at his son and smiled, "I was pulling out the ingredients to thaw so YOUR BIG SISTER LIENA could have breakfast ready when we're finished. Or did you want me to go back inside and put everything back in the freezer and fridge, so she'd have to get it all out again?"

While all of his children were siblings and all loved one another, some of them came from the same mother leading to an extra close bond between them. Liena was Leni's eldest child, and Lyle's direct older sister. Lyle was very protective of Liena because of this.

The boy looked flustered and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, I guess that's okay then. Wouldn't want Lacy and Aunt Lynn to go without breakfast, I don't think I'd survive that."

Lynn smirked as she reached her toned arm down and around Lyle's shoulders and neck playfully. She lifted the boy up, bringing her knuckles down into his long hair and giving him a noogie, "That's right! Your sister Lacy and I get real upset and cranky when we don't get our food Lyle! You don't want both of us blaming you for that kiddo!"

Lyle let out a little squeak of distress, as Lacy ran over and pinned her arms around his waist, hugging her mom in the process too, "Don't worry Lyle! I won't let Mom beat you up!" his older sister declared with a laugh.

Lyle turned red at the attention, even as Lynn looked mocked surprise at her daughter, "You'd take your little brother's side over your mother?!"

Lacy laughed again as she hugged both at once even harder, "Yeah! You told me I'm supposed to protect them, even from adults!"

Lynn looked down again at her daughter seeming impressed, but even more, beaming with pride at her daughter's response. She smiled at Lacy, "That's right, I did. Good for you Lacy, protecting your little brother. But just for that, you two better be ready to take me on later today in a wrestling contest, we gotta make sure Lyle can protect himself too!"

Lyle who was still squirming at this point, huffed out a little, "Lacy! Aunt Lynn! You're squeezing me to death! Dad, do something!"

Lincoln watched the entire thing go down with an amused grin. These moments were what made life worth living. These were the moments that made all the hardships he and his sisters had been through worthwhile. He laughed as he put his hand to his chin as if weighing his options, "I don't know son, your sister and your Aunt Lynn? I'm not sure I like those odds…"

Lynn only looked back towards her brother, big brown eyes half-lidded, the freckles on her cheeks practically sparkling, "Oh you know we have our own private wrestling tournament later Stinkin' you can stay outta this one."

It was so very difficult for Lincoln not to head over and kiss Lynn when she was like this, so very difficult not to pull her into his embrace. It was difficult like this anytime he was in public with his sisters and they started being affectionate with him. They weren't just his sisters, they were his wives, they were each other's wives as well, but he was their husband. He wanted to hold their hand, kiss them openly, declare his love, hug them close, give them bedroom eyes, but society would not accept the love they shared. Society would tell them they were wrong and try to split them up for the joy they had. It was one of the many cold injustices of life.

His children could slip up and call him Dad now and then. On paper he was their legal guardian after all and had officially adopted all of them. That was okay, that was understood. The neighborhood just saw Lincoln Loud, responsible Uncle, taking care of his sister's mistakes. The man who didn't run away, so his nephews and nieces sometimes calling him 'Dad' was thought of as cute if sad at the same time. But they would never accept the deep love both familial and romantic all his siblings shared for one another. It hurt so much at times, hurt they had to hide their relationship, hide their love, and his kids had to be careful about certain things in public. Lincoln longed for the day Society became progressive enough to accept love between consenting siblings, he longed for the day he could call his sisters his lovers in public.

Lincoln looked back at Lynn and smirked, meeting her eyes with his own. Lyle gave an annoyed roll of his eyes, and Lacy just looked confused.

"Hey, that's not fair, I wanna practice wrestling with you two as well…" Lacy looked crestfallen, as if she was being kept out of something she should naturally be part of.

Lyle, still being held up by his Aunt Lynn responded with an explanation for his sister, "They're talking about sex Lacy."

Lynn looked aghast, Lincoln too, Lacy's eyes just went wide as understanding finally dawned on her, "Oooooh."

Lincoln decided to break up the moment by grabbing all three with his own arms, scooping them together in a large hug, "Never mind any of that! We still have a course to run!"

It was thankfully the perfect interruption from the topic. Lacy was still a little more innocent than some of her siblings thanks to her learning disabilities. Lincoln had to remind himself how sharp Lyle was for his age, and again that Lacy often took things very literally and at face value. But that was okay, Lincoln and his sisters didn't hide what sex was from their children. They made sure they understood it was how babies were made, and it was also something you needed to wait until you were older to do, and should only ever be done with someone you completely trusted, and never with anyone who held authority over you.

Lincoln and his sisters were insistent on that aspect. It was why they knew they'd never harm any of their children. They had a different understanding of what true consent was given their history. They knew consent could be given at earlier ages than what the law of society had dictated. After all, he'd lost his virginity when he was 12 and knew it hadn't affected him in any adverse ways. Those who were mature enough and bright enough were ready for that aspect of life. But it had to be with someone who didn't hold such power and authority over you, they reinforced that. It was why their children were off limits, but not to each other.

As it was, his children didn't seem to have an interest in one another like he and his sisters had, and there was nothing wrong with that. They had no perverse desire to see this aspect of their lives reflected in their children or deranged notions of wanting to keep out 'outsiders' who would dilute their blood, they only wanted to support their children in finding their own happiness. If anything, it would make their lives easier. Lincoln and his sisters allowed their kids a lot of freedom when it came to making their own decisions about things. After all, Lincoln and his sisters had made the brave decision to start a family together when they were young. Young people were far more capable of making complex long-term decisions than most adults gave them credit for.

The morning jog after that was a lot of fun, even with Lacy and Lynn pushing him and his son ever onward. Lincoln was just happy he was able to keep up with the other three. If anything, even though he was approaching the big three zero soon, he felt healthier and more alive than ever. Keeping up with the demands of all his kids and all his sisters kept him in shape. It was young Lyle who was having the most trouble keeping up, but his big sister Lacy was always there to encourage him to keep going.

When it was all said and done, they returned to the house at about a little after 7:30. Lacy ran off to claim the upstairs bathroom while she still could, Lynn said she was going to use the one in Lincoln's bedroom.

One of the very first things Lincoln did after moving back into his home after the death of his mother and father, was get the bathroom his parents once had refurbished and re-installed. It turned out to be a god send, not only for him and his sisters when they were over, but sometimes for the kids if one of them had a 'real emergency' and the upstairs bathroom was occupied. Lynn of course invited him to join her in the shower, but Lincoln said he wanted to check on Liena first.

Stepping into the kitchen with a fresh towel over his shoulders Lincoln caught sight of his second eldest daughter already pulling out pots and pans, with eggs and flour set aside. Liena turned towards Lincoln as he entered, bright eyed and happy, and signed 'Hi Dad! Good morning! I love you!' Lincoln smiled right back at her, and signed his love and morning greeting in return, while also mouthing it to her.

Liena had thick platinum blonde hair just like her mother Leni did. It ran to her shoulders and ears, with bangs that went to the top of her eyes. Those very green eyes that accentuated the bright color, the same eyes her mother had. Overall, Lincoln's own influence in her was subtle, but it could be seen in the way she smiled, the shape of her nose, and in her quick wit which differed from her mother's. She was tall, the same height as her slightly older sister Loan, but more than that she was a voluptuous girl. While her mother had more of a model or Hollywood actress body, Liena's hips were much wider, her thighs thicker, and her breasts plumper. She didn't approach fat, but she certainly approached a certain body type many men in particular found attractive. But it was all accented by the very innocent clothing she wore by contrast. Liena was a fan of overalls, and her own were teal ending as a skirt just above her upper thighs, cinched with a violet sash. She wore a forest green t-shirt underneath, and typically had light violet socks and darker purple Mary Jane shoes on.

Liena had been born deaf, and up until a few years ago had remained that way. A set of cochlear ear implants had given her the gift of a full range of hearing. Something that still delighted the positively warm and sweet girl even after having the implants for three years. Lincoln and some of Liena's siblings had learned ASL years ago to speak with her before then, and they still practiced it regularly with one another. That and Liena sometimes was still embarrassed about her voice. She still had difficulty with pronunciations and tone at times.

None of her siblings cared, they all loved Liena. Everyone did. She was the closest thing to a den mother the siblings had. Liena cooked, did laundry, helped bathe the youngest siblings, kissed boo-boos and gave hugs to those who felt down.

Lincoln often enjoyed cooking with Liena and showing off a few techniques he remembered learning from her grandfather. Liena seemed to have the gift of cooking just as Lynn Sr had and Lincoln felt it was important she knew where her gift for cooking came from.

Liena stood in the large spacious and well-maintained clean kitchen of the Loud family home as she signed back to her father.

'Is Auntie Lynn going to need one of her gross protein shakes or is she actually going to eat real breakfast today? Because Lacy is just going to eat whatever Aunt Lynn eats and I want to plan accordingly.'

Lincoln laughed at his daughter's question before he ended up signing back to her.

'No, she already said she's in the mood for bacon. She'll be eating normal breakfast today, so you know what Lacy's eating now too. No promises for lunch though.'

Liena smirked at her father as she continued.

'You're in charge of Lunch today Daaad!' Lincoln was always impressed when Liena could drag out words like a typical teenager, even using sign language.

She went on, 'Me, Leia, Lyle and Lyra are going to the Salon together to get our hair done. We'll get food while we're out there, think you can handle feeding everyone else?'

Lincoln took on an expression of mock outrage and shock, putting his hands on his hips as he addressed his second eldest verbally, "I'll have you know, that when I was even younger than you are I was-"

And then he was watching Liena tease him, with a bright smile on her lips signing, 'cooking for all of our Moms, even as young as 11 and cooking for us before I could pick up a spatula.'

The older teen girl broke into giggles and laughter as she stopped and looked at her father. Lincoln gave a playful false frown before he smiled, came up to her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Liena responded by squeezing her father about the waist and burying her face in his chest.

There was nothing better for Lincoln than getting hugged by his children. Hugged by his sisters was the second-best thing, but he'd been surprised when the love of his children and how it made him feel had somehow become the best feeling in his life.

He was happy he had so many girls. Girls were always a little more willing to show their affection without worry of judgment in how it looked. Well, most of his girls were. His sons mostly accepted his hugs, but sometimes played it off as if they were too tough for it like typical boys.

Lincoln placed a kiss on the top of her head before he released her and stepped back, speaking again, "Is Loan going to be joining us for breakfast?"

Liena looked back up at her father and used her own voice. It was softer than her mother's, but it still carried the same lilt and higher pitch her mother was known for, "Loan, awake before 10am on a Saturday? Come on Dad."

Lincoln smirked and rolled his eyes, "I know, I know, but sometimes she joins us for breakfast!"

Liena grinned and put her hands on her ample hips, "That's only when she stays up all night and hasn't gone to sleep yet."

Lincoln flinched. He knew that was the truth but sometimes conveniently forgot it. Loan was his eldest child, conceived with Lori and while she meant well, she was a troubled girl who had anxiety issues and was extremely introverted. She took right after him though with her love of all things geeky and a very strong obsession with videogames. Online and with her videogames was where she truly came to life outside of the quiet and meek person she was in physical space. But this meant she had some bad habits, like sometimes staying up and gaming all night, or forgetting to shower, or not cleaning up after herself.

It was one of the reasons when it came to bedroom assignments, they'd put Lyra with her. Lyra was his most responsible daughter and seemed to be able to handle Loan with a combination of firmness and kindness at the same time. It gave Lyra, who always needed someone to worry after, someone to worry after, and Loan was kept from her worst habits by someone who loved her and could handle her.

This freed Liena up to take care of the rest of her siblings, since Lincoln and his sisters knew, Liena would worry after and take care of Loan if there wasn't someone else already doing so, and Liena had those motherly tendencies all around that were better shared with everyone.

Some might think it was a little Machiavellian, almost cynical the way Lincoln and his sisters knew to set up their children, and which of them would help each other the most, but they didn't think so. It was natural and the same thing they had done growing up together, why not help their own children have the best dynamics with one another they could?

Lincoln sighed, "Well, you want me to go wake her up anyway?"

Liena shook her head, "No, it's okay Dad, let her sleep. I'll just put some breakfast aside for her like I always do."

Lincoln smiled again. His children never ceased to make him feel so proud. The way they all got along with each other, accepted each other's little proclivities, helped one another, and even teased each other. They had their fights as all siblings do, but his kids really cared about one another. They didn't see each other as 'half-sibling' based on their different mothers, but as full brothers and sisters who were also blessed with multiple mothers in their lives.

Lincoln nodded his head, "Alright pumpkin, I'm going to go get cleaned up and then I'll gather everyone else up for breakfast."

Liena returned his smile and signed an 'Okay Dad!' back at him before she returned to preparing the morning meal.

After that, Lincoln was even able to still join Lynn for a little shower time fun.

Lincoln loved bathing with each of his sisters. It was always a joy getting to see each of them in their full beauty, getting to wash their backs, cuddle with them under the warm water, get a little naughty if they wanted to. He loved washing Leni's hair and taking precious care of it. He loved how Lori doted on him in the shower like he was still her baby brother. Luna and he would often break into song together while they showered. He always had to be on his toes with Luan, even the shower wasn't safe from her pranks. Lucy loved to just hold him close under the warm water and quietly enjoy the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. For Lola and Lana, shower time was always erotic given their insatiable libidos' and while the all his sisters would periodically drop by for visits when it was not their turn rather than only seeing their children every 10-weeks, morning quickies, where one of the twins would pop over join him and the other in the shower during her week was quite common. Their strange, unexplainable, twin teleplay always informing the other when they were in the mood to share and when they wanted some more intimate alone time with him Lisa loved to be pampered by him in the shower, the young genius as introverted as she was, adored her older brother spoiling her. Lily was playful and giddy when she took her showers with her big bro.

But Lynn, she'd been his bathing partner longer than any of the others going back to when they were very young kids.

She had also been the first one to argue it was only natural they start bathing together again after he left elementary school. That was even how they ended up making love for the first time back when he was 12 and she was 14. When she used the flimsy excuse they could save time before school taking a shower together instead of separately. After all, they were both in Middle School now and had to be there at the same time, didn't it make more sense? Start taking our showers together Lincoln, it'll be more efficient!

Lincoln didn't exactly say no, but then he hadn't been a virgin by that point either and getting alone and naked with Lynn was everything he had wanted.

That led to bathing together, showers after a workout, or rough housing, showers after having sex. Sometimes the moments in the shower turned out more magical than what had led to getting into the shower.

Lynn hadn't gotten much taller since her younger years, she came in at a full 5'3 in height, leaving Lincoln to almost tower over her by a foot. But she was in great shape and hadn't neglected her training or slowed down any at 31 years old. Her toned arms, firm butt, and six pack abs still gave her a youthful look that made many mistake her for still being in her early 20s. Her rich long dark brown hair helped, along with her big brown eyes and the freckles on her cheeks. The tomboy had never failed to excite her little brother when she let her hair down and her more feminine side come out.

Pregnancy had dashed Lynn Loud's dreams of being an Olympic competitor or going pro in any of the myriad of sports she was just so damn good at. But she frequently told Lincoln he shouldn't feel guilty about it. She had zero regrets and found far more fulfillment and enjoyment in her life as mother to Lacy and the other kids and as a sister and wife to her family than she ever would have found in being a professional athlete. She'd managed to complete college though, and secure a degree in teaching health and gym, which she did at Royal Woods elementary.

After a little shower fun with his older sister, the two of them stood in the bedroom getting dressed. Lincoln took a moment to enjoy the sight of his older sister's freckled, firm butt cheeks getting squeezed into the red boyshorts she preferred as her underwear. He never got tired of the sight, but then that went for all of his sisters.

Lynn pulled them up to her waist, and looked over her freckled shoulders with an amused expression, "You ever get bored of looking at that Stinkin?"

Lincoln who was sitting on the bed at the time, resting his chin in his hand, only grinned back, "Nope. Not at all Lynn."

Lynn turned fully as she pulled a tight sports bra down over her soft, small breasts as she nodded, "Down boy, we just went one round, much as I wanna go another with you, we gotta go have breakfast with the kiddos. We'll have our rematch tonight."

Lincoln laughed as he stood up and pulled an Ace Savvy T-shirt on over his trim frame, "Oh it's a rematch huh?"

Lynn continued to grin as she walked up to Lincoln and punched him in the arm playfully, "Damn right it is Linc, you got me off more, I gotta get you back for that!"

That was just how sex with Lynn was. She kept a running score on who was 'ahead' in their games. It was a little unfair given the nature of male and female biology, but Lynn primarily did it for fun, and it made her a generous lover when she felt she needed to 'even the score' a little between them.

Lincoln slipped his arms around his sister's waist, and she put hers up around his shoulders. Their eyes met and he leaned down, their lips meeting as they shared a passionate kiss.

Moments later, pulling back just an inch, they gazed softly at one another.

Lincoln whispered, "I love you."

Lynn's cheeks flushed brightly, every time he said those words to her was like the first time. She never got tired of hearing it, "Love you too Stinkin."

But as Lincoln was about to pull away, Lynn's hands came down over his arms and kept them wrapped around her waist. Her expression took on a slightly more serious tone.

"Linc, I need to talk to you about something."

Lincoln frowned.

He had an idea on what this was about. Something involving Lulu and Lisa most likely.

Lynn had been the one who'd been the least accepting of the daughter he had with Lisa, decrying the thing as an abomination, and Lisa circumventing the rules they had all agreed on. It had caused more than one painful argument between them. It was a sticking point. There was going to have to be a reckoning about it someday. The current situation of cold indifference wasn't going to last, especially since it was affecting Lacy's relationship with her baby sister.

Lincoln just wanted to put off that reckoning for a little while longer, hope in time they'd all warm up to each other. But Lynn didn't seem like she was going to let that happen.

Lincoln sighed heavily, and pulled his arms away from Lynn, putting his hand to his forehead, "Lynn, I told you, Lulu is my daughter, and Lisa is her mother, and I won't—"

"What? No Linc this isn't about the nerd and her spawn!" Lynn cut him off.

Lincoln breathed out a sigh of relief, even if part of him was angry at the way Lynn referred to his youngest. Her youngest too he reminded himself. The children belonged to all of them, regardless of mother. Lynn was just having some trouble accepting her role with Lulu. But at least that could wait for now.

"Alright Lynn, then what? Why so serious?"

Lynn looked up at her brother and folded her arms, a small frown on her lips.

"It's about Lemy."

Lincoln paused and waited as Lynn went on.

"Luan told me he's been missing more and more assignments in his English class and may have played hooky a day or two this semester. She told me, to tell you, before Luna, because we're hoping you can talk to him and set him straight before Luna gets involved. You know she'll just blame herself and we don't want that."

Luan was an English Teacher at Royal Woods Middle School, the school his eldest son Lemy was a student at. Lemy was the second child he'd had with his musically inclined sister Luna and was arguably both the smartest and dumbest of his children. This was the opinion shared not only by Lincoln himself, but the mothers, and Lemy's siblings as well.

On the surface Lemy seemed like any excitable 13-year-old boy. He was full of youthful energy and lots of very poor judgement. He was short sighted and seemed to completely lack his father's sense of long-term planning. He was a thrill seeker and an adrenaline junkie, as well as a Heavy Metal aficionado. He loved playing videogames and rocking out. He was incredibly loyal to his family, even as he often butted heads with his siblings so often, his older sister Lyra being the only one that could talk sense into him.

He had light brown hair often kept just long enough for him to head bang, and often held back by the dark blue bandanna he liked to wear. His mother had even found a retro 70s era denim vest he wore religiously, often festooned with various rock and roll, punk, and counterculture pins. He was wiry and about average height for his age. Often a typically happy if very dense boy who had little common sense.

But there was the flip side of Lemy as well.

Lemy was a genius. A certified mathematics and physics genius. It was something confirmed by his Aunt Lisa and then encouraged by the rest of the family. Lemy could calculate vast sums in his head, he had an advanced understanding of mathematics and physics, and loved building computers, robots, and other gadgets in his STEM classes. Lisa had even made it a point to start tutoring Lemy in advanced topics so he could make the most of the gifts he possessed. Everyone in the family was proud of Lemy, even if he could barely tie his own shoes at times.

All of Lincoln's children were gifted in their own ways, and Lincoln loved to encourage them in these gifts. Lemy always had difficulty in his less science and math focused subjects, they didn't capture his interest as much.

"Come on Lynn, it's probably no big deal. You know he'd spend all day building robots or fixing things here if we let him."

But Lynn seemed undeterred, she could tell Lincoln was trying to deflect the subject, she frowned.

"You know this isn't like him Linc. Even with his struggles, making you, Luna and Lyra proud was always the most important thing to him. He's always been such a sweet boy too, none of that sass we get from Lyle."

Lincoln gave a slight smirk at that, even Lynn smiled a little at the comment, before she continued.

"Lately he's been moody, and you remember how distant he was on his birthday last week, it's like he doesn't want to be bothered, and he used to play with his siblings so much. He just stays in his room or goes off on his own. The other kids don't know what he's doing or where he's going..."

Lincoln rubbed the back of his head as he frowned again, following this up with a shrug and then a smile.

"So he's being a typical moody teenager. Come on, we knew this had to happen with at least one of them eventually. Even none of us really hit a hard rebellion phase when we were that age, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Lynn rose her eyebrow as she looked at her brother again, folding her arms, "Oh we were just all perfect angels at that age, huh Stinkin?"

Lincoln flushed horribly as he looked back to his sister, realizing what she was implying.

"We were very close siblings. But outside of that none of us had a real rebellious streak and our kids don't really do it either, maybe Lemy's the one who's going to be the actual rebellious teenager here. It'll be fun, we can act like we're disappointed if it makes him happy!"

Lynn sighed and put her hand to her face, "Lincoln, just, have a word with him, okay? He respects you the most. Do your job, Dad."

Lincoln smiled as he came up and wrapped his arms around Lynn once more, pulling her into a tight hug. "I will, I will, Mom. Yaknow, I really like how you and Luan are taking point on this, to try and keep it from stressing Luna any."

Lynn looked back up to her brother and kissed his chin, smiling softly, "We're family, it's what we do for each other. Luna's come so far from her dark days, she's done so much good, we want to keep it that way. These kids belong to all of us."

Lincoln kissed Lynn's forehead, "Yeah, they really do."

After that breakfast rolled around, beautifully prepared by Liena, and everyone even said grace with Lyra before eating without any complaints. Not everyone was there of course, Loan was still asleep, Lulu and Lisa didn't feel comfortable coming up to the table while Lynn was present, a reminder of that coming reckoning, and Lemy had decided not to come down, but other than that it was a nice family breakfast.

The kids were in charge of doing the dishes together, Lincoln often pitched in. He had to be told by the mothers he needed to stop spoiling them so much and let them handle the chores. It was what they had all done when they were young after all, but Lincoln didn't see it as spoiling them, he just liked doing things with his children.

Just as it was his job to make sure his second youngest sister ate. Lincoln delivered breakfast to Lisa, and spent time feeding his youngest Lulu. Lisa didn't have too much time to talk, she was busy working on some pharmaceutical project. As smart as his sister was, as a recently released felon Lisa was very limited in the types of research she could do legally, and benefit from financially. Her name was largely blackballed in the business world by this point, so she had to work through proxies, which meant not bringing in as much money as she once might have been able.

Lincoln thought she brought in enough, and more than that, her greatest invention was the adorable little girl he held in his hands, feeding pancakes too, while she stared up at her father adoringly. Lulu was not born conventionally from Lisa's womb. Lisa was barren, she has created the child from a mixture of his DNA and her DNA with several other 'improvements' made. The fact she was a clone made from him and Lisa didn't bother Lincoln one bit. That's still what a child was after all, wasn't it? But more her biological improvements and background made her a damn superhero as far as Lincoln was concerned.

And when he looked at her, saw those big brown eyes she shared with her mother, the mop of dark brown hair pulled back into a tiny ponytail, he couldn't see anything else but his baby girl. Yes, there was the ever slight almost unnoticeable slits running down the side of her cheeks, the ones that let her face split open into a fanged maw if she wished it, and she could turn invisible and phase through walls at times. She could hop like a cricket on her enhanced legs, or crawl on any surface like a spider, but when she looked at him, and called him Dada his heart practically melted.

The other kids all loved Lulu too, all except for Lacy who seemed…afraid of her, and Lincoln knew that was because of Lynn's influence. Lincoln loved Lynn with every piece of his soul, but this current family feud involving her and Lisa tore his heart apart. Soon, soon they'd have to have that talk. But for the moment he just enjoyed feeding his little girl pancakes and watching her giggle in delight at her sticky hands.

From there he was headed to the backyard for one of his frequent duties with his most artistic child, posing as a model.

Lupa was the 12-year-old daughter Lincoln had conceived with his introverted, deeply emotional and gothic sister Lucy. Lupa favored the same morbid temperament as her mother, had the same depth of emotion, but unlike her mother was very extroverted and enjoyed interacting with others. Taking care of Lupa the last few years had made Lincoln realize it had only been his sister's introversion that had kept her from becoming a complete troll to others like Lupa was. Or rather, Lucy's penchant for scaring others and taking delight in their discomfort was only reigned in because she was an introvert.

None of that was the case with the very social Lupa. She had her father's extroversion, which meant Lupa absolutely loved riling people up, and unsettling them. She took sadistic glee in bothering others. Lucy may have been one to ignore the laws and mores of society and follow her passionate heart, but Lupa actively flaunted them. Despite that, Lupa possessed a very deep caring side she held under her veneer of sadism. Lupa didn't really want people to get physically hurt. She had a big heart. She almost never took things too far, and if you truly understood her, her teasing and comments were often her way of expressing her affection for others.

Physically, Lupa seemed to take the traits from both her mother and father only to the next level. Lincoln was already a partial albino thanks to his hair. He completely lacked the melanin required to create any pigment with it. Lucy and he were already the palest members of the family as well. Lupa however, was an actual full-on Albino. Not only was her hair white like her fathers, but her skin was also even a shade paler than both of theirs. This made her deep blue eyes she inherited from her parents stand out all the more. She favored freckles on her cheeks like her father however, and her white hair was thick and went to her shoulders. She was a little shorter than most girls her age were, by about 2 inches or so, but was confident her growth spurt would hit any day now.

Lupa preferred the Goth fashion of her mother, but much more relaxed compared to the classical goth look the older woman sported. She liked big hoodies in black with gold highlights, often with characters from darker themed video games or cartoons on them. She wore earrings in the shape of Egyptian Ankhs, (At one time they were upside down crosses, but this was purely to antagonize her sister Lyra, something Lupa eventually realized was immature) and a black pleated skirt, often with black tights underneath.

Posing for Lupa's artwork was a semi regular activity Lincoln indulged in with her. Sometimes her other siblings would be willing to stand in and take their pose, but Lupa always knew her Dad would volunteer his time for her endeavors. She liked just making art for herself and the enjoyment of her family, but lately a lot of her art was made for the people she referred to as the 'inmates' at the Asylum or Prison. She changed daily on what she referred to them as, but in reality, it was the Hospital that she enjoyed volunteering at. The young goth genuinely liked brightening the lives of the patients within. As morbid, and as cynical as his little girl was, she loved nothing more than bringing smiles to the faces of those who were at the hardest points in their lives. It was a trait she had inherited from her mother and father, and something Lincoln was endlessly proud about when it came to her.

Right now, he stood outside in the sun, wearing a Burpin Burger crown, a toy foam sword in hand, pointing up towards the sky in a heroic pose. Lupa was about 10 ft from him with her easel up, drawing in charcoal. Sometimes she would do it digitally on the tablet he got her for Christmas last year, but she liked getting her hands dirty and even painting physically so she could more easily carry around the finished results with her.

It was another aspect Lincoln was so proud of her in. She had gained her love of art from him and her Aunt Lily, and he really hoped she would be able to make good on the art dreams he was never able to.

But he'd been standing out in the sun, holding the pose for a good 20 minutes when his back began to twitch, threatening to spasm on him if he didn't take a moment to stretch it. Lincoln looked over at his little honeybee (it was a nickname Lupa picked up when she was a baby, even he didn't fully remember where it came from, but gold and black were her colors now, so it stuck) and called out.

"Sweetie, you think your dear old Dad could have a break? I could use something to drink and stretch my back."

Lupa looked out from behind her easel and rolled her eyes while grinning at him.

"Ug, Daaad. You expect me to treat you like you're a human being or something."

Lincoln smiled as he held the pose still, daring not to move until his daughter gave him permission.

"I know, I know honey, but my back is starting to cramp up and my arm is a little tired."

Lupa put her charcoal pencil down and folded her arms. She tilted her head while regarding her father, "Mmm, I dunno Dad. I don't know if you earned it. You've been real neglectful to me lately."

Lincoln blinked in mock surprise looking back towards his daughter, eyebrow raised, "Oh have I now? And just how have I done that?"

Lupa only smiled as she began to stalk over towards him, "I mean you keep giving attention to my other siblings, showering them with love and affection when I should be your clear favorite and the focus of all your attention. I heard you made Lizy feel better after a bad dream the other night and made Liby smile after she got made fun of by some jerks yesterday. All attention that should of went to me. Worst father ever."

Lincoln laughed softly, still holding the pose, even though Lupa wasn't anywhere near her canvas, and was right next to him, looking up at her father.

"Oh you know how it is Honey Bee, your siblings aren't as strong as you are. They need that extra Dad help sometimes."

Lupa continued to smirk and then put her hand to her chin as if weighing her options, "Mmm, I know, I know. Not all of them can be as ready to take over the world as I am. But I suppose this means I won't bury you alive now. I guess you've earned your stay of execution Dad."

Lincoln laughed again looking at his daughter, "Oh aren't you just the kindest girl ever?"

Lupa smirked, "I know right?"

Before she threw her arms around her father's waist and hugged him tightly. Lincoln took this as his sign that it was okay to return her hug. The pale girl smiled brightly, cheeks flushing as she basked in the love of her father. Lupa was close to her mother, very close, but she was a daddy's girl through and through. Lincoln understood how important his regular interactions with her were.

Lupa smiled up at her Dad as she giggled softly and nodded, "Yeah Dad, you can take a break. The picture's coming along really good, thank you."

Lincoln brought his hand up and gently ruffled his albino daughter's hair, "Aww, you know I'm happy to pose for you little Bee, anytime I can get the chance."

Lupa released her grip on her father, and stepped back, folding her arms behind her back, looking down and flushing. Lupa hated showing any mushy emotions around others, but it was okay around her Daddy, Lincoln recognized this, it was just one more adorable element about his white-haired daughter.

She huffed, even as she tried to hold her smile back, "Yeah yeah, just don't let it go to your head. I still haven't decided if I want to mummify you or not for world history class."

Lincoln put on a mock expression of surprise, his hands going to his cheeks, "Lupa! What would your mother say to that?!"

Lupa grinned back up at her father, "She'd say to remember the hook goes up through the nose to remove the brain if we're gonna do it right like the real Egyptians did."

Lincoln sighed, putting his hands on his hips and nodded, "Yeah, I think you're probably right. That's exactly what she would say."

Lupa gave another soft giggle as she smiled, "I guess you're safe though. Mom keeps saying you're too valuable to us alive right now then you would be dead…I admit, I'd probably get bored if you weren't around for me to torture anymore, and Mom needs you to do all that gross kissing stuff."

Lincoln folded his arms and gave another mock sigh of despair, "Kept alive by my wife and daughter only because they need me for Kisses and torture."

Lupa was clearly enjoying herself in this exchange with her father, this was how their relationship went. On the surface to an outsider Lupa might seem as if she was cruel, sadistic or even didn't care about her father, but to anyone who paid attention, and those who knew the truth, Lupa adored him.

The short white-haired girl gave her Dad a playful kick to his foot with her own shoe, "You Love it Dad! Mom says you're a Masochist, even Aunt Lynn says you secretly like being bullied by girls! You'd shrivel up like a slug getting salt poured on it if I stopped being mean to you!"

Lincoln once more took on a look of mock surprise, "Hey now, with all the sisters I had growing up, what else was I supposed to do!? At least Lyle and Lemy have each other, but your old man was outnumbered with all those sisters to take care of!"

Lupa continued to grin, "Yeah, and look at you now, classic Stockholm syndrome! You ended up marrying and having kids with almost all of them!

Lincoln threw his arms out as if in frustration, still playing along, "Well can you blame me?! You've seen your mothers! You know how beautiful and amazing they all are! Besides, they had me far too trained to be with any other women but them by the time I was your age, so it all worked out for the best in the end."

Lupa laughed, "If that's what you have to tell yourself to justify being a slave to your 10 sisters and 11 kids Dad, then I guess that's what you need to do. You're lucky Aunt Lily didn't get a chance to get her hooks into you on top of it all!"

Lily was the only sister he did not technically have children with, but she was no less special to Lincoln, even if he could never have a child with her after getting his vasectomy. He patted Lupa on the head again, "Oh she has her hooks in her big brother in her own way. Don't you worry about that."

Lupa gave another soft laugh as she beamed up at her father, "Yeah I guess she does. Besides Aunt Lily is more like our biggest sister anyway, I think it works better like that."

Lincoln nodded his head, "Yeah I have to agree with you there kiddo. Your mothers and I are thankful for it, and we're hoping the father of her baby makes himself known soon."

Lupa looked up hopefully as she nodded, "Just give it some time Dad, Lily said he's shy about it all, and you of all people know our family isn't exactly what anyone else would define as normal."

Lincoln nodded his head once more in agreement, "I know, I know." He paused, tilting his head and smirking at Lupa, "You're pretty smart for being so young, you know that?"

Lupa smirked and nodded her head, "Of course I am."

Lincoln grinned back at her, "Gee, I wonder who you must get that from."

Lupa's grin grew wider, showing teeth, "Mom, obviously."

Lincoln rolled his eyes and scooped Lupa up into his arms, hugging her tightly, "Oh right yeah, your mom how could I forget! I'll just have to hold you here and squeeze you tight like the big dummy I am!"

Lupa laughed again as she playfully squirmed, "Gahh! Dad! Okay, Okay! Maybe you had something to do with it too! Maybe!"

Lincoln seemed to hear what he wanted and put his daughter down, "That's right, and you never forget it."

Lupa seemed to use this moment to transition to another topic, her face taking on a rather solemn expression, "Hey Dad…You know I'm making this picture for all the inmates, but I was hoping you'd come with me to see Charlie tomorrow?"

Lincoln's expression became ever so slightly more serious, and far more sympathetic and understanding. Charlie was a very sensitive topic for his little bee, and everything involving him was one of the few things that took Lupa out of her typically playfully sadistic manner.

He nodded his head, "Of course Honeybee, you don't want to spend time with him alone?"

Lupa looked at the ground, her hands coming up in front of her, folding together nervously, "He says he wants to see you again, to ask you something important…"

Lincoln could see the flush that was coming over his daughter's cheeks. This must be a very sensitive and important question Charlie had for him. Given how special the relationship was between Charlie and Lupa, Lincoln knew he couldn't back out of it. This would mean the world to her.

He nodded once more, "Then we'll go visit him tomorrow, promise you that Honeybee."

Lupa's smile became bright and genuine, and she threw her arms around her father again in a tight hug, "Thanks Dad."

It was after Lunch when Lincoln found himself in the living room, playing with his second youngest daughter, while his fourth watched languidly from the sofa.

Lincoln was sitting cross legged in front of the TV (which was currently off) while a series of plastic barnyard animals, farmhouse, fences and Dinosaurs of all things was spread out in front of him. His hands were currently clasped around a small plastic farmer, and a large rubber T-Rex.

He had the farmer figure walk up to the T-Rex and begin to shake back and forth before he cried out, "Oh no Lizy! Rexy is in a bad mood today! She's growling like crazy!"

Lincoln then began to growl as he shook the dinosaur figure back and forth. "I don't think we'll get any eggs from her!"

Across from him, his 4-year-old daughter giggled with absolute delight and amusement.

Lizy was the daughter Lincoln had conceived with his sister Lana, the elder of her twin Lola. This meant of course, for all intents and purposes, genetically speaking she was Lola's daughter too, and she carried the looks that made both Lana and Lola so beautiful. Only in the case of Lizy, it made her an absolutely adorable little girl.

With her long blonde hair, typically kept almost as wild as her, down past her shoulders, snug under the red cap she inherited from her mother, her big blue eyes, and her smile with her missing baby teeth, she captured the heart of anyone that saw her. She loved animals just like her mother did, and thought dinosaurs were the coolest things in the world, often wearing them emblazoned on her t-shirts and sneakers.

Lizy took after her mother in temperament, and was just as rambunctious, just as adventurous and fearless and curious. But where her mother was a carpenter and preferred fixing things, all of Lizy's focus was devoted to animals, and the possible existence of cryptids. Her father's dorkiness having rubbed off on her in that regard.

Currently, Lizy was holding a small plastic female farmer, and had been using her to plow an imaginary field with a plastic tractor. She spoke up excitedly after her father's outburst.

"Don't worry Daddy! I'm coming, I'll help calm her down!"

The little girl had her figure jump off the tractor and begin making its way to the male figure and the rubber T-Rex. Lizy bobbed her head back and forth while saying, "Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk!" over and over again, making the sound effects for her figure approaching.

After reaching the T-rex, the little girl bounced her farmer up and down while speaking, "Rexy?! What's wrong? You have to lay eggs so we can get them to the market!"

Lincoln made the T-Rex roar playfully again and shook it back and forth. He looked to his daughter as he asked her excitedly, "What's she saying Lizy? Why is she upset?!"

Lincoln watched as his adorable younger daughter scrunched up her lips around her nose, her eyes narrowing in thought before it seemed an epiphany hit her and she smiled brightly, "She had an argument with Bucky the Stegosaurs! She's afraid they're gonna break up!"

Lincoln reacted with exaggerated shock and alarm, "Oh no! But they're so cute together! What if Bucky gets upset too and doesn't want to let kids ride him in our petting zoo anymore!?"

Lizy looked back at her father as if this was the most dire set of circumstances ever, "We have to get them back together!"

Next to the plastic barn they had laid out on the floor, was a Stegosaur figure. Lizy had her little farmer figure run over to him, hopping along in her hands as she faced him down, "Bucky! You made Rexy upset! What are you two fighting about!?"

From the couch came the voice of Lincoln's other daughter, Liby.

"Maybe Bucky needs to get a nice big steak for Rexy, she'd probably like that. I mean technically, Rexy is a carnivore and Bucky is an herbivore, and they didn't really exist at the same time of each other, but we're already accepting cloning is responsible for why your farm which doubles as a petting zoo also has Dinosaurs in it."

Lizy didn't seem to really understand most of what Liby had just said, but she zeroed in on the parts she did understand, "A big steak! That's it Bucky! If you buy a steak for Rexy she'll forgive you and give you a dino kiss! Cause Rawr means I love you in Dinosaur!"

Lincoln looked over at his daughter laying on the couch and gave her a smirk.

Liby was the daughter Lincoln had conceived with his sister Luan, and the family resemblance was unmistakable, right down to the need for extensive orthopedics. At 14 years old Liby was practically a noodle, long limbed, and skinny with very few curves to show off. Her mother had remained petite and tall as she aged, it didn't seem farfetched Liby would too. She had long auburn hair that went to the middle of her back and was kept together by an orange scrunchy. Her eyed were a light brown, almost gold like her mother's. What appeared to be a yellow hairband turned into a retainer that crossed from under her ears to her braces and teeth. Liby had to wear it for another year before her overbite would be completely 'fixed'. She liked dressing professionally, with a white button up shirt, orange plaid skirt and orange tie, along with dark yellow leg warmers as socks.

Liby was surprisingly unlike her mother in temperament beyond being a complete dork like her. She didn't enjoy playing practical jokes on others, and she didn't try to be a comedian. But what she did seem to possess was her mother's knack of observation, and her father's for planning. Somehow, she'd combined the best intelligence traits of her parents and was something of a budding detective. To that end Liby loved puzzles and mysteries and figuring things out. She could unerringly tell when someone was lying and was capable of figuring out the truth behind what had gone down or who was actually responsible for what misdeeds. It was known her siblings had to bribe her if they got on her bad side and didn't want her figuring out their misdeeds.

Liby was also a geek like her father and many of his children, enjoying many of the science fiction and fantasy things he did, but was also very self-conscious of her appearance. Her petite figure, headgear and inability to be as funny as her mom often made her worried about her social standing at school, and she did get bullied sometimes because of it. It was a concern the family had, but at least at home she was loved and cherished like all her siblings.

Lincoln smiled as he brought the T-rex up in his hand, and over towards Liby on the couch, "You hear that Lib? It's like your little sister said, Rawr is I love you in Dinosaur!" Lincoln proceeded to push the T-Rex up against Liby's cheek and go "Rawwwwrrr!"

Lizy laughed in delight, picking up the Stegosaurs and rushing over to the couch with her Dad, pushing the dino against Liby as well, throwing in a "Rawwrr!" to go with it.

Liby laughed and put her hands up defensively, trying to pull away, "Agghh! I'm not Dino food! Stop!"

Lizy only continued to grin, crawling up onto the couch and on top of Liby, now making kissing noises as she brought 'Bucky' down onto Liby's arm and shoulders and cheeks, "They love you Liby! They think you're so pretty!"

Lincoln continued to grin and started joining in with Lizy, now making the T-Rex give kisses to Liby, who only continued to laugh and squirm in protest, "I surrender! I surrender! What do I have to do to make you stop!"

Lincoln didn't cease, and neither did Lizy for that matter, but Lincoln decided to throw his older daughter a reprieve, "You know what you have to do! Say I love you back in dinosaur!"

Liby seemed to get the idea, before she sat up and wrapped her arms around Lizy, squeezing the little girl in a tight hug, "Rawwrr! I love you too Lizy monster!"

Lizy laughed in delight as she gave a hug back to her older sister. Liby rained kisses on her cheek. Lincoln leaned in, grabbed hold of her Dino T-shirt and lifted it up over her belly before leaning and blowing air on her stomach. Lizy only continued to laugh and squeal in delight.

This continued before Liby peaked up, "Oh Dad! Dad! A new episode of Dino-Detective dropped! That's why I'm here, I wanna watch it with you and Lizy!"

Lizy perked up excitedly as well, "Dino Detective! Dino Detective!"

Dino Detective was a show that was really meant for the 9-12 age bracket rather than the 4-year-old and 14-year-old ages of Lizy and Liby. But it did have something both girls loved. Dinosaurs and mysteries. Specifically, a hardboiled Dinosaur Detective named Terry, who prowled the mean streets of Cretaceous City, righting wrongs.

Lincoln thought it was a little silly, but he was always happy when any of his kids found something they could share together across their disparate interests. Lincoln released his grip on both his daughters as he nodded, "Alright, alright, I'll go get some snacks. Lizy, you start cleaning up."

Lizy nodded her head as she slipped down off of Liby and onto the floor, "Daddy, can we play Dinosaur farm again later?"

Lincoln poked his head out from the kitchen as he nodded, "Of course Lizy Monster, Daddy will always play Dinosaur farm with you."

This seemed to be enough for the girl as she smiled and nodded her head, before fetching the large bucket all her toys had been kept in. Liby however slipped up off the couch and followed her father into the Kitchen.

As Lincoln opened the fridge and began to pull some things out, he caught sight of his inquisitive daughter standing in the entryway looking at him with a very hopeful expression.

Lincoln raised his eyebrow as he turned and looked back at her.

"Lib, what's up?"

Liby breathed in deep, before she looked back and began to talk excitedly, "Okay, so, so the Hazeltucky Room of Discordia has a brand new 66-minute escape room that builds off the 44 minute and 33-minute ones before it in a brand-new story! Dad we beat the 33- and 44-minute ones and hold the record and we need to go and do the 66 minute one in order to keep the Loud family name up there! Please, Please, Please can we go to the new Escape room?! Please!"

She was holding her hands up, fingers locking together in a praying and begging manner towards him.

Liby absolutely loved escape rooms. She had started going to them when she was 12 and was practically obsessed. Lupa, Lemy and sometimes Loan were her preferred partners, but almost all her siblings had been to one with her. Over the last two years they'd cleared every escape room in Royal Woods and were now venturing out to others in the Southeast Michigan area. Liby was just that good, Lupa was no slouch of course, but Lemy could figure out any math problem easily and Loan's game sense often helped the family overcome even the supposed toughest challenges.

They were areas in particular that made Liby feel good about herself. Something all the Moms, but of course Luan and Lincoln himself thought was doubly important.

Lincoln only nodded his head, "Of course Lib, we can do that. I don't know if we can do it next week, you know we always got a lot going on, but we'll pencil it in soon, I promise you, even if we have to do it after school. You wanna wait until it's your mother's turn here and go with her?"

Liby seemed to think hard on this, her hand going to her chin, brow furrowing before she looked back at her Dad, "Only if you make yourself the target of her pranks, I wanna do the challenge serious Dad, and you know how Mom is!"

Lincoln grinned at his daughter, "Aw come on, you know she makes it fun for all of us."

Liby was already running up to her father, taking hold of his forearm and gently shaking it, "Daaad, she does ventriloquism with the clues! It's distracting!"

Lincoln looked down at his daughter with a slightly more serious expression. It wasn't a disciplinary one, but a firmer look that gave off his fatherly concern, "Libby Loud, what's more important? Having a good time with your family, or breaking some kind of meaningless record?"

Liby gave a slight soft wince, let go of her father's forearm, and sighed casting her eyes down to the floor, "Spending time with family is more important. Family is the most important thing. I'm sorry Dad."

Lincoln smiled brightly as he looked back to his teen daughter, "Good that's right. But records and accomplishments are important too, tell you what, I'll keep your Mom under control and we'll make sure the Loud family name stays the record holders at Discordia."

Liby looked up with such an expression of glee and appreciation at her father, bringing her hands up into fists and pumping them, "Really!? Awesome! Thanks Dad! You're the best!" She threw her arms around her father in a tight hug. Lincoln reciprocated, pulling her in tight as he smirked, "Course I am, your ole Dad is the man with the plan."

Liby stepped back as she continued to smile at her father, retainer and all, before she put her hand to her chin again, "I've been workshopping a catch phrase like your own Dad, something to communicate my own brand… I was thinking… Girl with the Goal, how does that sound?"

Lincoln finger gunned at Liby and grinned, "I like it. Apple didn't fall far from the tree I see!"

Liby flushed heavily, she was one of his few children that actually thought he was cool, being told he was like her was one of her favorite things to hear. She nodded and smiled bashfully, "Thanks Dad. I'll go help Lizy clean up."

Lincoln nodded, "You got it Detective girl, we'll see who can figure out the culprit first in the coming episode, you or me, I'll even let you team up with Lizy."

Liby giggled as she turned to leave the kitchen, "Alright Dad, you're on!"

It was around dinner time most of the family was back together again, Loan and even Lemy had joined them to eat. Lincoln had a pretty good idea Lyra had something to do with Lemy being present. Much as the girl doted on Loan, she always paid a special interest in her little brother's life. Lincoln would have to thank her later.

Dinner was the meal every member of the family was supposed to be present for. Breakfast and lunch might be optional, but outside of special circumstances Dinner was supposed to be the time when the family came together, talked about their day and enjoyed each other's company. The only ones missing were Lisa and Lulu. Lincoln tried not to focus on that for the moment and instead decided to focus on Lemy.

One family crisis at a time after all.

When everyone was done eating and the family began to make its way out of the dining room, Lincoln piped up. "Lyra, Lemy, why don't you two help your ole Dad in cleaning up the lovely meal Liena made for everyone?"

Lemy had been mostly quiet during the meal, another uncharacteristic trait of his. Typically, he talked excitedly about his misadventures, or what he was doing in his robot club, or a concert he wanted to go to, or the volunteer work he did at the local church with his big sister and Mom. But he'd done nothing but silently eat his chicken and green beans and barely said a word.

Lyra gently tapped Lemy's shoulder speaking softly, "You heard father."

Lyra was almost a mirror of her mother Luna as a younger woman. She was tall, pixie like in appearance, with freckles on her cheeks, brown eyes, a small sharp nose and full lips. Her form was slender but was growing into curves that were just noticeable. Luna had never become a fully voluptuous woman like her sisters Leni and Lori had, but her curves were still more noticeable than either Lynn or Luan's. Lyra seemed to follow the same pattern. The primary difference between Lyra and her mother, however, was in hair length. While Luna had always preferred keeping her hair short, Lyra had grown her hair long, very long. Her hair was the longest of all her sisters, a dark brown that cascaded past the middle of her back to below her hips. While mostly straight, it curled upwards in short, stylized strands in front of her ears, with large bangs that came to the top of her eyes.

Like her mother, Lyra favored the color of dark purple, often in the cardigan sweaters she wore, and lighter shades in her skirts or jeans. Lyra dressed as she believed a proper young lady was supposed to. Lincoln and Luna still liked to joke about Lyra being the most 'rebellious' of their children in the way she had embraced a more conservative look and temperament compared to her mother at her age. Lyra, however, was just as musically talented as her mother, with a beautiful voice and capable of playing any instrument. Unlike her mother, Lyra preferred to play the more classical variety, piano, violin, and other fare. In all cases, she wore a silver crucifix around her neck.

Religion had never been a large part of the Loud family. Lincoln and his sisters had grown up being nominally Protestant Christian as most middle class suburban white families were. They had been to church a couple of times, but as more of his sisters came along and modern life got busier, religion fell to the wayside outside of occasional prayers here and there and the reminders of what the 'Christmas Season' was supposed to be really for.

Lyra however, had embraced a religious lifestyle. She was a firm believer and often urged her family to participate as well. Of course, the branch of Christianity she practiced was one of the more liberal forms. The church she belonged to was led by a woman of all things, a gay woman at that, Luna's old girlfriend Sam. But Lyra still lived a life she believed Jesus would want her to, and urged her family to do the same, even if she didn't take some of the more harsher Bible verses as literal.

It made her the most responsible of all her siblings. While she was not cold by any stretch, she didn't possess the same motherly warmth that her older sister Liena did, which still made Liena the preferred babysitter by the younger siblings.

Luna and Lemy were also members of her church. With Luna it had been such an important part of her recovery and was also an activity she could engage in with her children. For Lemy it was because he was a mommy's boy through and through and adored his older sister. Even if Lemy found church boring, it was important he participated because of his love for Luna and Lyra. Lincoln was also a member of the congregation.

In the end it was just another part of being in his children and his sister's lives.

The three of them, Lyra, Lemy, and Lincoln, worked together to start clearing the dinner table of plates, and putting them in the sink to rinse off before putting them in the dishwasher. Lyra was the first to speak up, breaking the silence after Lincoln had asked them to help with the cleanup.

"Father, Sister Samantha is wondering if you'll grace the Choir again with your voice when we perform for the spring Food drive."

Lincoln had just been handed a plate by Lemy, and gave a little smirk, "Oh come on, Sam wants me to come sing again? In public?"

Lyra gave a soft bashful smile. While Lincoln wasn't a musician on the level of his sister Luna by any stretch, he'd always possessed a wonderful singing voice. It had never gone away even after hitting puberty and his voice lowered. He still had a lyrical voice that could hit any note he needed to, and when he sang duets with Luna or Lyra it was beautiful. Lincoln was still quite bashful about it, but Sam, Luna, and Lyra had often gotten him to perform in the church choir, which Luna and Lyra were firm parts of.

Lyra turned to Lincoln, fixing him with her doe like brown eyes and a pleading face. His children could twist him into doing almost anything for them. Almost anything. He was a big softie when it came to their wants and needs. He already knew he was going to say yes the moment Lyra had brought it up, but he just wanted to see his daughter ask him so cutely all the same.

"Please father, you have the best male voice in the congregation! Mother and Sister Samantha say it's a crime against Heaven you won't be in the choir full time with us!"

Lemy huffed from his position next to them, "If Dad don't wanna sing, he doesn't have to sing."

Lyra fixed her little brother with a glare, placing the flat of her hands on her hips, leaning over him, "Lemy! I expect you to sing too!"

Lemy gave a non-committal shrug and turned from his sister, "I don't wanna, and if Dad doesn't wanna, I don't have to do it either."

Lyra looked surprised, and even a little miffed at her little brother's response, but before she could say anything, Lincoln held up his hand.

"Hey buddy, I didn't say I didn't want to do it. All I did was ask if Sam wanted me to do it again."

Lemy looked up towards his father, a frown creasing his lips and forehead, "Daaaad…. Come on, I don't wanna go up in front of everyone like that and…make a fool of myself!"

Lincoln looked shocked at his son's response, "Lemy! Make yourself look like a fool? This is for your sister, your mother, and your Aunt Sam! The woman who took care of you and Lyra when your mother and I couldn't! You want to disappoint all of us by not participating with the family?"

Lemy looked slightly sullen, and then frowned, but before he could speak again Lincoln continued, but softened his tone.

"Besides Lemy, it's not about us. The Spring Food drive is about securing things for those who are in need. You never look foolish helping others son. Never."

Lyra looked at her father and practically beamed at him after he said those words. Lemy dour as even he was seeming at the moment looked as if those same words had made him feel particularly self-conscious about his previous attitude.

He sighed, rolled his shoulders and looked away.

"Okay, Okay, I'll be there too, right with you. Wouldn't want to disappoint Mom, and you and Aunt Sam and Lyra…"

Lyra smiled down at her little brother, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "You never disappoint me Lemy, you never have. I'll always love you little brother."

Lemy flushed and looked away, huffing again to himself, "You two are both such dorks though."

Lyra only smiled as she stood up straighter placing a dish into the washer, "Doing good work for others never makes you a dork Lemy."

Lemy smirked, "I didn't say you were a dork because of that, you're a dork just because you are Lyra."

Lyra scoffed, but Lincoln only chuckled as he spoke up, "Oh yeah Iron Maiden? You're not a dork either? You're not exactly out there breaking the Law and if you tried, you'd have another thing comin Judas Priest."

Lemy groaned and buried his face into his hands, "Daaaad! You sound like Aunt Luan!"

"And you listen to music older than your dear departed Grandpa and Grandma, dress 30 years out of date, and still sleep with the teddy bear your big sister got you when you were 4. Don't start tossing stones when you live in a glass house." Lincoln fired back.

Lemy groaned and rolled his eyes, "Daaad! I only sleep with mister Crowley because I don't want to upset Lyra by getting rid of him! Ugh, Mom knows how cool I am, why can't my dad and sister?!"

Lyra frowned and thrust her arms down at her sides, "I would be upset if you got rid of Mister Crowley, that's the first birthday gift I ever got you! But you're the one who makes me spritz him in my perfume every few months because if he doesn't smell like me, you have nightmares."

Lemy looked positively aghast, his mouth falling open, his hands coming up over his cheeks, "Lyra! How could you?!"

Lincoln put his hands up between both of them, "Okay, Okay mister king of cool. Your mom was always the expert on Rock and Roll, not me. My favorite band is still Smooch. So maybe you are cool. Her opinion counts more than mine does. But what I think is really cool, is you deciding to still do all this with your family. What would be cooler is if you'd tell me why you've been missing some of your English assignments as of late."

Lemy gave a soft groan of frustration turning to look up at his father, "Was all of this just set up to start bothering me about school? Did you get Lyra in on this?"

Lyra frowned and shook her head, "I wasn't even aware you haven't been doing your schoolwork Lemy. But now that I am, I'm very concerned."

Lincoln placed one hand on the kitchen counter as he leaned over looking at his son, one shoulder higher than the other, "What's goin on Lemy? I know English isn't your favorite subject, but your Aunt Luan tells me you're behind on some assignments."

Lemy rolled his eyes and frowned, "Yeah well my current English teacher didn't need to go narcing to my Aunt about it just because they work in the same school, and she didn't need to go narc to you either."

Lyra raised her voice in concern, "Lemy! What's going on with you little brother?! This isn't like you!"

Lincoln frowned, his expression much more serious, "Lem, buddy we love you. That's why we want you to do your best. Is something going on at school?"

Lemy frowned and looked annoyed, casting his gaze from his sister to his father and back again. He looked down and folded his arms, "I'll do the damn assignements okay! I'll sing in the stupid Choir and I'll do whatever else you need, just, leave me alone!"

Lincoln and Lyra looked absolutely shocked at Lemy's outburst. Lincoln was responding with his own raised voice before he even knew what he was doing, "Lemy! That is not how we raised you young man!"

Lemy only yelled back, "You didn't even raise me at all you damn Pervert! You just knocked mom up and fucked off and left Lyra and I to be raised by Sam! Just like you did with all your kids!"

Lincoln and Lyra were too stunned to say anything. Lincoln in particular felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Shame.

A sudden feeling of shame over taking him as he looked bewildered from Lemy to Lyra and back again.

"Lemy I….I…" he stammered, unsure of what to even say.

Lemy just sighed and turned away from both, "Just save it Dad. Save it. I'll do what I'm supposed to, just leave me alone."

The 13-year-old then left the kitchen, leaving Lincoln and Lyra behind in his wake. Lyra looked towards her father, so much concern on her lips, looking to where her little brother had stormed off, then back again.

"Father, he doesn't mean that, he's just confused, he—"

Lincoln put his hand up, while he forced a smile on his face. It was difficult, very difficult, but he needed to smile for his daughter, "It's okay sweetie. It's okay. I don't blame him for being upset. You two had things difficult and we couldn't always be there."

Lyra still looked upset. She closed the distance between them and gave her father a tight hug, when she spoke her voice was soft and reassuring, "It's okay Daddy." Lyra only used that term when she was feeling particularly close to her father or trying to make him feel better.

"It's okay, I know he loves you. He loves all of us. He knows you had to undergo your own trial. Like Jesus spending 40 days and nights in the desert. He understands. I'll find out what's wrong, I promise."

Lincoln did his best to reassure his daughter, hugging her tightly in return. He smiled at her and rubbed her back, "I know he does sweetie, I know. He's just, at that age. We'll figure it out I'm sure." He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly for a few more minutes.

Lyra helped him finish the dishes and then excused herself before saying she would see if she could talk to her brother and find out what was wrong.

Lincoln was left alone in the kitchen with his thoughts. One thing in particular sticking out from what Lemy had said.

'Pervert'.

That was what made him feel shame, and what made a nagging feeling he was unfamiliar with but knew he didn't like coil in his heart.

'Pervert'.

No, he wasn't a pervert, his son just…he just misunderstood things. Loving your family didn't make you a pervert he, he had to believe that. The life he had built with his sisters wasn't conventional, but Lincoln wouldn't trade it for anything. Lemy wouldn't even exist if he hadn't loved his sister Luna enough to bring him into existence.

And Lincoln loved Lemy, he loved his son, even as angry at the boy was right now. It was going to be okay, there had to be something else going on that was bothering Lemy and making him like this. They would figure it out together, as a family, and come back together.

It's what the Louds always did.

Lincoln needed to clear his head, and he knew just the way to do it. It was time to visit Lisa and bring her dinner.

Lincoln made his way down the stairs that led to the family basement where the laundry machines and his sister Lisa resided. She'd only moved in 4 months ago, after having freshly gotten out of prison and remanded to his care under house arrest. Just over a year before then she had shown up at his door after having been missing for some time, and had deposited the baby, Lulu, their daughter in his hands, kissed him, declared her love for him, and said she would see him again as soon as possible.

The next thing he knew his sisters and he were seeing her being led away in cuffs on TV for crimes against humanity. Lincoln had raised Lulu with love and compassion, and Lisa had returned, and she had explained the circumstances that had led to Lulu's creation. The experiments on herself over the years had rendered her unable to conceive, but her love for her brother was such she wanted a child of her own with him. However, the elements needed to 'birth' Lulu were expensive, and she had done things she wasn't supposed to in order to create her. Those things had caught up with her and she was forced to serve time in prison for unethical experimentation. It was only turning over her research notes to the government that had allowed her to reach a plea deal.

At the end of it all, Lincoln didn't care about his sister's crimes, all he cared about was having her back in his life. There was never a plan for him to have a child with Lisa, but she had given him one, and he loved her. She was his baby sister, one of two, and she meant everything to him like all his sisters did. He knew his love wasn't wrong, and it wasn't perverse. It was just different. But just as valid as any other love.

He greeted her and brought her home to live with him again enthusiastically. They renewed their relationship with each other, in particular with raising their daughter, the future Superhero Lincoln was so proud of.

Lisa had always been introverted, always caught up in her own scientific endeavors, but even as a child she still made time for her family. Lisa did the same as an adult and living with her brother again. She fully involved herself in her family's life once more. She helped Lincoln with the kids, ate with them, checked on their homework, watched them if Lincoln had to run an errand, played with them…

She was nothing less than as devoted an aunt and extra mother to the kids as the other sisters were.

She had also joined his bed with all of his other sisters too. Expressing the carnal and romantic love she shared for them.

All except for Lynn.

There had only been one snag since his little sister's return. Lynn and Lisa had come into conflict with one another. In particular with regards to Lulu and what Lynn called her 'unnatural' creation. Lynn's clear disapproval of what Lisa had done had created a rift in the family. One that Lincoln was terrified of but didn't know how to address. It was made all the more difficult because Lynn and Lisa didn't hate each other by any stretch. Lynn still loved Lisa, but the disdain she held for Lulu was palpable. More, Lincoln knew it was something else.

It had been agreed upon by the other sisters that Lisa and Lily were never supposed to join this life. They were supposed to be spared the hardship of the lifestyle the others had chosen, but somehow Lisa had managed to find a way to circumvent that decision. It didn't matter that Lincoln had a vasectomy and Lisa herself was infertile. With her mastery of science, she had 'defied the natural order of nature' as Lynn put it, and created a being Lynn saw as an affront to true motherhood.

When Lynn spent time over, Lisa did her best to make herself invisible. Lincoln hated it. He hated two people he so very much loved doing their best to avoid one another, to not address the elephant in the room. He also hated that Lacy now refused to engage with her baby sister, despite how many times Lulu had tried to engage with her.

Lisa had explained to him she had implanted Lulu to trust anyone with Loud DNA, to feel safe around them, while avoiding others. Lulu wanted to be friends with her big sister, but Lacy's uncomfortableness around her, and avoidance had eventually resulted in Lulu in turn ignoring her.

It broke Lincoln's heart.

He had always been so good at bringing his family together in the past, helping them overcome anything standing in their way. He was the peacemaker, he was the diplomat, the one that helped them make their bonds with each other all the stronger… but this was one area he had been stymied in.

Something was going to have to happen eventually. But, for now, he could bring Lisa dinner and continue to let her know he loved her even when Lynn was over.

As Lincoln reached the bottom of the stairs, he caught sight of his beautiful genius sister in the middle of research. She was only a few inches taller than Lynn was, and had a thin, attractive and toned figure. The genetic modifications she'd given to herself gave her a body that naturally was as fit as Lynn's own, making her seem like a comic book superheroine come to life. Her brown hair still tended to the frizzy side as she neglected getting it cut until Leni, Lola or Leia would cut her hair themselves. Her tight green tank top accentuated her soft breasts, perky and just a little on the bigger side, and he noticed she was wearing a skirt of all things.

Lincoln knew what that meant.

Lisa almost never wore skirts and dresses. She much preferred the practicality of pants. When she wore a skirt, it meant one thing, she wanted her big brother's attention. Lincoln didn't know if she consciously did it or not, she was a genius after all, but she could be blind to certain social cues and signals. In any case, the skirt allowed for easy access and was a communication she was, 'in the mood'.

As Lisa was bent over a microscope, she seemed to sense his presence and spoke up, "Greetings Dear Brother, I regret to inform you I can't entertain you with conversation at the moment as I'm at a critical point in my research. Please leave my customary meal on the table where you usually do."

Lincoln went to the table where he typically left her meals and sometimes Lulu's as well if she wanted to feed the girl herself. He saw the leftover plate from lunch earlier. He'd take it back up when he was finished here as he often did. He placed the plate of chicken and green beans down and turned to watch his sister while smirking to himself.

Slowly he crept up towards her, moving softly until he was standing just behind her, watching her engaged in her research. Did she bend over like that, sticking her butt out so invitingly on purpose? Or did it come naturally to her?

He could never tell with Lisa. She was adorably awkward when she tried to be purposefully seductive, but she damn hot when she was doing it by accident.

Lincoln moved in, wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. Lisa's reaction was to gasp in surprise, and then let out an uncharacteristic girlish giggle while she unconsciously pressed her body back against her brother's own.

"Lincoln! I'm doing research!" She said with that giggle still in her voice.

For as tomboyish and unfeminine as she could be, Lisa was still a girl, and when being intimate or romantic with her brother her feminine side came out. She was so in love with him, just as he was with her. She adored his attention.

Lincoln continued to place kisses on her neck, up her cheek, to her ear, giving a soft bite to it, pulling back on her lobe. Lisa practically melted against him, a soft slow moan coming from her lips. She reached behind her, her hand sliding up her brother's neck, into his white hair. Lincoln's hands slid up her body, palming over her large breasts, squeezing them through her top.

Lincoln whispered back, "Oh, is that why you're wearing your skirt right now? Is that why Lulu has been put to bed in her isocrib? You're just doing research, the most beautiful and enticing genius in the world isn't asking her big brother to give her a proper and good dicking down?"

Lisa's skirt clad rear end was now rubbing enticingly back and forth against Lincoln's crotch. She'd coaxed an erection from her big brother with little issue, and now she was teasing him. Her cheeks were flushed, red as she giggled again, caressing his hair, looking up at him from over her shoulder, "Please Lincoln…you don't have to entertain me, if I was that hard up I have more than enough toys of my own design to keep me busy…"

Lincoln slipped his hand up to Lisa's chin, turning the young genius's lips up towards his own as he leaned down to meet her in a deep and romantic kiss. Their tongues met and Lincoln caressed her cheek. Lisa always felt like the most beautiful girl in the world under her brother's tender ministrations.

She turned fully in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms went around her hips, before he lifted her up, and sat her down on the table in front of them. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. Already grinding her panty covered crotch against his erection.

Their lips parted and Lisa slipped her hands around her big brother's cheeks. Her large brown eyes peering back at him from under her glasses. Glasses she didn't need at all but wore for cosmetic reasons.

"Are you sure it's okay? Lynn's over and-"

Lincoln cut her off, putting a finger to her lips…

"Shhh…I never need permission to make love to any of my sisters, no matter what the others think. Besides, If you're that worried, why don't you join Lynn and I in bed tonight? It might be good for the two of you…"

Lisa looked down, her hands slipping from her brother's cheeks to his chest, a soft sad look on her lips. Her voice came soft and uncertain.

"I want to Lincoln, I do, however, with Lulu and her and…"

Lisa trailed off, her eyes looking as if they were ready to fill with tears. Lisa was a proud girl, it was rare she let her inner emotions like this show, but she loved her daughter as any mother did, and the pain of the rejection she felt from her own sister tore at her heart.

Lincoln gently rubbed his thumbs over Lisa's cheeks and brought her gaze back up to his own.

"Shh, I understand. I promise you Lisa, I'll fix this. I promise you I'll bring our family back together like I always do. I want to make love to you now, do you still want that?"

Lisa slipped her hands up Lincoln's chest and cupped them over her brother's cheeks once more. Gently, she traced the freckles under his eyes as smiling softly and nodded her head. They leaned in close, their lips met, and Lincoln took her on the table.

The act was far more tender than their typical raunchy forays together, as Lincoln gave himself over to fully comforting his little sister with his love and reinforcing the purity of his convictions.

The act lasted 20 minutes between them. When they had finished, Lincoln held Lisa close, kissed her lips and reaffirmed his love for his sisters and his family. He reaffirmed his commitment to make things better between them all, to bring Lynn and Lisa back together and to have Lynn come to accept Lulu as her niece and surrogate daughter. Mostly he reaffirmed to himself that he wasn't a pervert, that his love for his sisters was pure and wholesome, no matter what direction it took, no matter the disapproval of society.

Lincoln had those wholesome elements reconfirmed to himself after he ventured back upstairs and found two of his daughters hanging out together in the dining room. One pampering and taking care of the other.

For those who didn't know his daughters the way he did, they might find the sight before them rather ironic, really strange in terms of who seemed to be the more mature and dominant of the pair in front of him. Because it was his younger daughter Leia, 7 years old, who seemed to be taking care of her much older sister, Loan, 17 years old.

Sitting in a dining room chair was Loan, the eldest of his children, her shoulders hunched ever so slightly, her hands together, face forward, a slightly awkward smile on her lips. Standing up on a milk crate behind her, was his third youngest Leia, comb in hand, gently combing Loan's hair with a slightly smug, know it all smirk on her lips.

Leia was currently talking.

"Honestly Loan, the only thing my Mommy is ever jealous of when it comes to Aunt Lori, is how thick and beautiful her hair is. Not that Mommy's and my own hair isn't perfect, it's just you and Aunt Lori's hair is MORE perfect, and you just let it go into this rat's nest rather than taking care of it!"

Leia was the daughter Lincoln had conceived with his sister Lola, (making her also the genetic daughter of Lana, and technically a fully genetic sister of Lizy) and the resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny.

Leia may have only been 7, but like her mother had been, she was a stunning little girl, the picture of beauty that made other girls pale by comparison. Perfectly proportioned even at her age, with large doe like blue eyes, beautiful pale skin, a small button nose and adorable freckles on her cheeks. She kept her long blonde hair tied up into two thick pigtails, voluminous and curly tied up with little blue bows. Leia liked to dress in the height of prepatory fashion, dark blue grey sweater-vest, short sleeve white button up shirt and tie underneath, and a pink plaid skirt. Many mistook her as going to a private school, and while her grades were more than enough to get her into any academy she wanted, she had no desire to be separated from her siblings.

That was the other thing she shared in common with her beautiful mother, a keen, ruthless cunning intellect that was always looking for an angle, always looking for the right edge to apply or how to get one over on others. Leia had learned early from her mother, the world was not a kind place, and bad people didn't follow the rules, so she shouldn't be expected too either. Of course, her mother also stressed you attracted more flies using honey rather than vinegar, but anything was allowed when it came to getting ahead in life, except for hurting friends and family.

Loan gave a soft little shrug as Leia continued to comb her hair, responding in her nervous twitching tone, "I…I, you know I don't go out often, I don't see what the big deal is! Okay, maybe I should comb it more, but I don't know how to do all those, those, girl things that you and Mom and Aunt Lola know how to do!"

Loan was the first child Lincoln had, the one conceived with his eldest sister Lori, and the one who'd not done well during the family's separation from each other. Loan loved her mother and father immensely, and when Lincoln had been forced to leave and she'd been denied the comfort of her family she had developed certain…problems.

While Loan was a very smart girl, growing up as the 'eldest' among all her siblings, going the longest without knowing who her father was, then having him ripped away when she finally learned the truth had caused her to grow up in an unsecure environment and the results did not play well with her psyche. Loan developed extreme anxiety issues, with a comorbidity of depression and minor agoraphobia. Loan had to be pulled from public school since she could no longer handle it and be put on a variety of regular medications.

Given the family's precarious situation, they didn't trust sending her to a therapist, despite the recommendation of the family's physician, for fear of her letting something slip out about the truth of her conception. So instead, she saw an online therapist anonymously, set up for her, where she could be freer with her issues while keeping the rest of the family safe. It was a compromise that tore at both Lincoln and Lori, who loved their daughter so much, but didn't want the family to be broken up.

After a few years, Loan made vast improvements of where she once had been. She still had the occasional anxiety attack, and she still preferred staying home to going out, but she could handle trips outside, visits to conventions, the store, or the movies, and was far more social than she'd once been. She'd already completed her High School degree at home, Lincoln and Lori both having home schooled her and she was looking into taking online college courses in the coming fall.

All things considered she had grown so much from her previously fragile state, but she still carried issues from the 'dark period' of her life. Loan could be a very sweet girl, but she lacked lots of self esteem and confidence, she was meek when it came to dealing with people in everyday life. She often let herself be used as a doormat. The fact Loan's siblings were all very protective of her didn't help matters with her self-esteem.

While many might have seen their worry over her as being sweet, Loan saw it as her being a burden. She longed to be the big, responsible, reliable sister to her siblings that her mother was to her own. She had a long way to go, but she had already come so far.

The family resemblance between Loan and her mother Lori was uncanny. With long, thick, blonde Farah Fawcett style hair, the only member of the family whose hair rivaled it in terms of sheer beauty and volume was her mother's and Lyle's. Deep blue eyes that practically sparkled, fair clear skin, tall and with curves that were generous but proportioned well on her frame, Loan was a beautiful girl.

Except for the fact, she often let her hair grown long to the point of shagginess with poor upkeep, her eyes often had bags under them from lack of sleep, her smile was one born of nervousness and fear, her skin was often oily, and she hid her body under large sweatshirts and sweatpants. The pictures of her when she was younger and more put together mentally painted an image of a very different girl than who she was now. One that had been more confident, and ready to face the world. Loan hoped she could be that person once again, but it was a constant battle with herself to sometimes even get out of bed.

But now that Loan had recently graduated and was going to be a 'proper adult' before any of her other siblings, some of the girls in the family had taken it upon themselves to try and teach Loan some basic 'girl knowledge' like doing her hair, putting on make-up, and dressing less like she was going to bed all the time.

Lincoln took a moment just to watch his daughters' interactions with one another.

Leia and Loan had an interesting relationship with each other. Leia had recently decided Loan was going to be her new 'project' outside of trying to be the greatest scout leader and cookie seller in the neighborhood. As condescending as Leia could come off at times, as bratty as she could be, Lincoln noted the real, genuine desire in her to help her big sister. Part of that was clearly because Leia WANTED a big sister to look up to. Loan put up with it, because she WANTED to be that big sister Leia could look up to.

The parallels between Lori and Lola were not lost on Lincoln. Those two were so much alike and yet so different at the same time. Even their vocations were two sides of the same coin. It amazed Lincoln just how much the two got along with one another as adults, and how their jobs connected them in a manner unlike any of the others. Lincoln could see Leia wanted that relationship with Loan, and he had a feeling Loan wanted it too.

Leia rolled her eyes playfully and sighed, continuing with her task, taking a hold of the thick strands of Loan's hair and combing out the knots within, "You just leave it all to me big sis. I really wish you'd let Liena, Lyra, Lyle and I take you shopping. You have GOT to get a new wardrobe girl!"

Loan's shoulders hunched a little more as she looked away, huffing softly, "Y-y-you don't have to do that! I I don't know if I'd be ready for that kind of shopping excursion anyway. C-c-can't we just buy it all online?!"

Leia sighed as she squinted, stuck out her tongue while taking care of a rather troublesome knot while being careful not to hurt Loan, "Well yeah, but that's not nearly as fun as going out and trying on new clothes! Loan we want you to come and do a spa day with us! Mani-pedis, massage, the whole thing! Mommy wants to take us all!"

Loan gave a soft little groan, her hands coming up to her face, "I don't need that kind of attention, or strangers touching me!"

Leia gave her own playful groan, "Ugh! It's like you don't even wanna be a girl! I know that's not true! You play those dating sim games. You want a boy to notice you!"

Loan practically squeaked, her cheeks flushing, "Who told you!? How do you know?! Was it Lyra?!"

Leia rolled her eyes again, "Never mind that! Loan you're beautiful, we just need to teach you how to use your beauty! Starting with getting the scruff off of you first! Now what kind of boy do you like?"

Loan continued to flush horribly moaning in consternation, "Why are you doing this Leia?!"

Leia smirked, "Cause, you're handling all the bookkeeping and management part of my cookie empire! You're really good at it, and it's how I know Uncle Flip is keeping his end of the deal too, not that he would dare cross me! It's all just my way of saying thank you Big sis!"

Loan gave a soft, small, awkward smile as she shrugged her shoulders, "N-n-not a big deal Leia. W-w-what kind of big sister would I be if I didn't help out my younger siblings?"

Leia smiled again as she began to gather up some of Loan's hair, forming it into a pig-tail like her own, "It IS a big deal to me Loan! Anyway, come on, tell me what kind of boys you like."

Loan's blush returned as she stared down at her lap. Her hands coming together, running over one another as she responded, "I… I want someone, cute and and sweet… and confident like, like Dad."

Lincoln decided to stop eavesdropping and make his presence known, as he stepped into the dining room and smiled, "Someone like your old man huh? Here I thought I was ruggedly handsome and not cute."

Leia and Loan both looked over at their father, a little surprised, crying out in unison, "Dad!" and "Daddy!" respectively.

Lincoln continued, "Don't mind me girls. I'm a little curious to hear more of Loan's type."

Loan flushed a little as she looked away, before sighing and looking down.

"Is it so hard to find a n-n-n-nerd or g-g-geek boy who's handsome, kind, cute, smart, and will be patient with me? Not think I'm a total weirdo spaz as well?"

Leia smirked, "You might as well go looking for a Unicorn Loan."

Loan sighed and slumped her shoulders, "I know, I know."

Lincoln chuckled, "I don't think you need to be in any kind of rush to find a boyfriend anyway Loan."

Leia rolled her eyes again, before looking at her father, "ugh, Daddy! I'm trying to help Loan here, you're not helping!"

Lincoln only smiled as he approached his daughters. He placed one hand on Leia's shoulder, and another on Loan's.

"Girls, you do things at your own pace. I know you just want to help your big sister Leia, but Loan has to do things when she's ready."

Leia frowned and looked down.

Loan did too, before she suddenly raised her head and looked directly at her father and spoke up.

"N-n-no Dad. No. Leia is right, y-y-you can't always coddle me. I need to start, doing more things, getting out more. I can't just live in this house forever!"

Lincoln folded his arms, frowned and looked at his eldest daughter, "And why exactly Is that? As far as I'm concerned all of you can live here for as long as you want or need to!"

Leia scoffed, even as she smiled at her father, "Daddy! We can't do that! We have to leave the house sometime! But I'll make you a promise, when I'm filthy rich I'll make sure to buy you all houses right next to mine, so we can see each other anytime we want!"

Lincoln smirked and gently ran his hand over Leia's head, "Oh, I'll be counting down the days then. Neither of you two need to be in a rush though. Loan, if you really want to let Leia and your sisters help you step out more, I'm behind it. Just make sure you don't push yourself too hard."

Loan gave a sweet smile and nodded, "I know Dad, I know, I just, want to do these things, and and, see how strong I can be!"

Leia had finished putting Loan's hair into pigtails just like her own, and put her hands on her hips, "I don't get it Loan, when you do your dressing up stuff you're always confident, even when you're wearing something ridiculous!"

Loan looked over her shoulder at her little sister, getting defensive, "Cosplay isn't ridiculous! And and besides, that's different! W-w-when I'm in cosplay, I can pretend I'm someone else, and that's easier."

Leia reached into the pocket of her skirt (her skirts had pockets hidden in them, her sisters, mothers and aunts had all reaffirmed to her just how important pockets were to a girl) and pulled out her pink smartphone. She leaned over the chair, putting her face next to Loan's own as she flicked the camera function on and snapped a picture.

Then she showed it to Loan, "Look at that, that right there is my big sister looking beautiful!"

Loan smiled for a moment, admiring the picture before her lips slowly turned down into a frown, "I don't know how I think about the pigtails Leia. If I posted this online, I'd probably just have a bunch of weirdos asking for lewd pics."

Leia only smiled, "You could talk to Mommy about how to do that properly. You could make a lot of money if you do it right Loan!"

Lincoln blinked in surprise, eyes focused on his younger daughter, "Leia! Not appropriate!" He sighed and frowned, "Lola and I are going to have to have a talk about what exactly she's teaching you."

Leia only grinned and gave a shrug, "What? Mommy says there's a lot of money in it. Boys are dumb when it comes to cute girls and willing to give them money just for being pretty."

Loan frowned at her younger sister and opened her mouth as if to say something else before Lincoln cut her off by raising his hand up, "How about we just change the topic here anyway. We'll have another discussion with your mother about these things next time I see her Leia.""

Leia gave a long sigh and threw her head back, "Fiiiineee Daddy."

Loan perked up as if she was remembering something, "Oh Dad! That's right, I I I wanted to ask you, would you come on my stream again?!"

Lincoln rose his eyebrow as he looked back to Loan, "What? Really? Your subscribers didn't think I was lame?"

Loan shook her head back and forth, "N-no, they thought the whole, Daddy Daughter stream thing was cute. I thought, maybe it could be something like, a monthly thing we do together."

Lincoln smiled as he rubbed the back of his head, he knew Loan had a small but growing following when it came to Streaming her game playing and opinions on social media. She used a virtual avatar, but he saw how she became much more confident when streaming, more outspoken and prouder of herself. She had asked him to participate a month ago, and even provided him with a virtual avatar to use. Apparently, it had gone over well.

"Sure Loan, I'd be willing to do it, sounds like fun."

Loan beamed up at him with such a genuine smile it made his heart hurt.

"T-t-thanks Dad, you're the best!"

Suddenly a voice called out from the living room, "The best at being a nerd!"

Loan frowned as she yelled back towards the living room, "Lupa! Dad is not a nerd, he's a dork, there's a difference!"

Lynn's voice cut through from the living room as well, apparently she was also there with Lupa, "Stinkin! Get in here before I show Lupa what you nerds look like shoved in a locker!"

Lincoln turned and looked towards the living room, seeing Lynn, Lacy, and Lupa all sitting on the couch together. Lynn was smirking, Lacy was smiling, and Lupa was grinning with full teeth.

Lincoln gave an exasperated sigh, "We don't even have any lockers for you to shove me into Lynn!"

Lynn only folded her arms and kept smirking, "We'll improvise if we have to Lincoln! Now you and the girls get in here so we can all watch Dream Boat!"

Leia grinned and pumped her small fists before running towards the living room, "Oooh! Dream Boat! My money is on Kevin the jockey becoming the first mate!"

Loan scrunched up her face as she got out of her chair and began to make her way into the living room, "Kevin?! But he's so tiny! No way he's going to be first mate!"

Leia only smirked, "Mommy says size doesn't matter."

Lynn rose her eyebrow and gave a knowing smile as she looked right at Lincoln, "Oh, really? What do you think about that one Linc? You think size doesn't matter?"

Lincoln flushed horribly as he cleared his throat, "Let's just watch the show together, all right?"

Loan scrunched up her face in slight disgust at Lynn's comment, Lupa made a gagging motion, "Ew you two, just ew."

Lacy just looked up with a smile, "But Dad is tall! So he doesn't have to worry about size at all! He's already big!"

Everyone turned and looked at poor innocent Lacy for several moments of silence and then Lupa began to laugh uproariously, falling off the couch, Loan smacked her forehead, Leia rose her eyebrow, and Lynn only smiled. A moment later she wrapped both of her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly, "That's right Lacy, your father is VERY big." Before giving the girl a kiss on the top of her head.

Lacy smiled back seeming happy for herself, Lupa only continued to laugh, and Loan groaned as she sat down on the floor, "I agree with Dad, let's change the subject and and and just watch the show!"

It was just after 10:00 in the evening when Lynn and Lincoln had both retired to the bedroom. Their children were now in their own rooms or each other's or sleeping soundly by this point, and Lincoln and Lynn were already planning another early morning.

As Lynn pulled off her shirt, revealing the freckle dappled shoulders that Lincoln loved so much, she turned her head to look at her brother.

"You had sex with Lisa earlier, didn't you? I could smell her on you all evening."

Lincoln looked a little surprised at the comment, "Lisa doesn't wear perfume, and uses scentless deodorant, how could you smell her on me?"

Lynn fully turned so she was facing Lincoln, her perky breasts exposed, those same freckles dotting the tops of them, pink nipples hard as she fixed him with a knowing smile, "Women can tell these things Lincoln. We all have our own scent, and we can smell it on the people close to us."

Lincoln gave a slightly awkward smile and simply shrug, his hand coming up and rubbing the back of his neck, "Is that going to be a problem? I'm not going to neglect Lisa just because you two are fighting."

Lynn shook her head as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and began to slowly pull them down her hips in front of Lincoln. His eyes flicked to her crotch, as he noted she was pulling her grey cotton panties down with them, her trim strip of brown pubic hair coming into view. She never took her eyes away from his own as her voice echoed sensually in his ears.

"I don't have any objections to you giving Lisa attention Lincoln. I'm hoping I can still taste her on you."

Lincoln swallowed, his body feeling hot, blood rushing to his crotch as he got more and more aroused by the moment. Lynn's words sent a shiver down his spine, even as he tried to change the subject, "Lynn, we need to talk. About you and Lisa and this feud."

Now completely naked, Lynn slowly sauntered her athletic form towards her brother as he sat on the bed. As she reached him, she lifted one knee up, sliding it over his lap to straddle him. Both of her arms slipped around his neck as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"We can talk about that later Lincoln, right now I want to taste my little sister on you and feel you cum inside of me."

Lincoln felt any protest die inside of him, as his hands slid up Lynn's bare back, and they leaned close until their lips met.

Lincoln lay naked with Lynn's body curled up against his own, the two of them drenched in sweat from the passionate love making they had finished. Lynn had gone all out this time, a marathon of sex between them that had lasted for a full hour. She placed kisses on his chest as she nuzzled against him, his hand up in her think brown hair, idly caressing.

Lynn looked up from Lincoln's chest, fixing him with a small grin, "Big Three Oh is coming up in a few months Lincoln, and you haven't lost a step. I think you're getting better." She gave him a playful pout as she jabbed a finger into his smooth tummy, "It's really not fair."

Lincoln gave a soft chuckle as he placed a kiss on top of her head, "I'm older now, I have a little more control than I did back when I was 18, let alone 12."

Lynn only smirked in reply, "Yeah but the advantage when you were 12 and 13 was how hard you could get again right away. It only took you a few seconds before you were ready to go once more."

Lincoln rolled his eyes playfully and groaned, "Yeah, I was a total horndog too, couldn't keep my hands off of any of you once we pulled the chord on having sex."

Lynn gave a playful frown, "I'm still upset I wasn't your first. Or your second, or your third. You really did me dirty there Stinkin!"

Lincoln's cheeks turned bright red, even as he couldn't stop grinning, "It wasn't on purpose Lynn. It just sort of happened like that."

Lynn continued to keep her brother in the hot seat with her playful banter, "Yeah well, Luan, Leni and Lori before me? The one who loved you first? The one who had to find out from Leni of all people what you three were getting up to?"

Lincoln continued to deeply flush, even as he sighed and closed his eyes, "I'm honestly surprised Leni wasn't the one who blew the whole thing when it came to our parents."

Lynn smirked and narrowed her eyes, "Blew the whole thing? Poor choice of words Lincoln."

Lincoln gave a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders, "Are you sure it's not the perfect choice of words?".

Lynn looked thoughtful, before she nodded her head, "Yeah probably." She then turned so she was laying fully on his chest, propping her chin up over her hands, staring up into his eyes.

"Alright Linc, enough beating around the bush, you wanted to talk about Lisa."

Lincoln gave a slow nod of his head as he stared back. He breathed out and just stated it plainly.

"You need to stop freezing her out, and you need to stop telling Lacy to stay away from Lulu, and you need to recognize she's family."

Lynn stared right back at her brother, a small frown gracing her lips.

"It's not about freezing Lisa out Lincoln. It's never been about that. I love Lisa." Lynn paused, before she looked off. "As for that thing, I don't trust it. I don't trust it around our children, the only reason I'm not raising more hell about it is because I was outvoted in the last sibling meeting. I still can't believe the others trust it around our children."

Lincoln felt a slow anger rising in his chest. Every time Lynn referred to Lulu as 'it' or 'that thing' it made his blood slowly boil. He loved his sister, their relationship transcended all bounds, but his anger on this subject was beginning to overpower even his love for her.

"Use her name Lynn. Her name is Lulu and she's a baby girl. She's not a thing, she's my flesh and blood."

Lynn raised herself up off of Lincoln's chest, her own face beginning to contort in anger, "That baby girl has a giant maw full of razor-sharp teeth, she can sprout extra legs like a spider, and walk through walls. What if she has a temper tantrum and hurts one of her sisters?! Linc she could kill one of them, she could probably kill one of us!"

Lincoln began to sit up as he fired right back.

"Lulu would never do that! She's the gentlest and sweetest little girl I've ever seen! She adores her siblings! Lisa even told me it's impossible for her to hurt one of us, it's programmed into her!"

Lynn only stared back incredulously, "Do you even hear yourself?! Programmed into her?! You can't program a child Lincoln! It just shows you what she is! Just another one of Lisa's science experiments! Something she used to crowbar her way into all of this with us!"

Lincoln rose his voice in return, "Is that what this is about?! Is it about Lisa?! Are you Jealous of Lisa?!"

Lynn shirked back from Lincoln in shock, red filling her face, "You're really lucky I love you so damn much Stinkin, because right now I could slap you. I'm not jealous of Lisa, Lincoln! That was the deal with Mom and Dad! Lily and Lisa never join us! That was the deal! But she shows up at the door with a kid, one she shouldn't of even been able to have and you just let her in and forgive her like you always do!"

Lincoln yelled, "I know that! I know that was the deal! But she's here and she's part of it Lynn! You just have to stop being so god damn stubborn and fucking accept it!"

Lincoln stopped at he heard himself. His face took on an apologetic expression, and his whole body just slumped over, his hands slipping up into his white hair. Lincoln almost never swore at his sisters.

When he spoke, his voice had returned to its usual gentle quality.

"I'm sorry Lynn, I'm sorry, I just…I just…"

Lynn looked back at her brother, hurt in her eyes and on her lips. He could see tears starting to form at the corners of those big brown eyes. Those eyes that typically looked at him with such excitement, such love, now looked at him as if he'd struck her.

He slowly reached over towards her, but Lynn turned away from him, gathering up the blanket around her nude form and laying down.

"I don't want to talk right now Lincoln. I don't want to talk anymore. I just want to go to sleep."

Lincoln felt pain claw in his chest. Pain and guilt, and frustration at all. He just wanted to take Lynn into his arms and beg her forgiveness, even as he was frustrated at her seeming inability to come to a resolution on all of this with him.

"Lynn…please…"

Lynn pulled the blanket around herself tighter, facing completely away, even as she held back her tears. She hated fighting with him, she hated being cold to him, but right now she couldn't bring herself to even look at him.

"Just go to sleep Lincoln. We'll talk in the morning."

Lincoln gazed at the form of his sister, at her back, feeling the ice coming off her. He sighed inwardly and nodded his head, even if she couldn't see him do so.

He brought himself to lay down and turned over on his side away from her.

"Okay Lynn. In the morning."

His voice sounded so defeated. Lynn hated it, but she felt so hurt right now. She closed her eyes tightly, blinking back the tears and tried to force herself to go to sleep.

Lincoln's mind busied itself as he tried to calm down.

Louds always came together. Louds always overcame their problems, always found a way. Family was the most important thing to a Loud.

Lincoln reiterated this to himself over and over again mentally. He knew it was true. He would find a solution to his family's issues, all of them. They had their own little slice of Heaven together finally after so much hardship. He wouldn't let a few grey clouds spoil it.

After all, he was the Man with a Plan.

-THE SAFEVERSE-

Lincoln slowly came to wakefulness as he became aware of a few very…strange details about his surroundings.

For one, he was cold.

Which shouldn't have been the case, since the bedroom was always a comfortable temperature and having two people in the bed typically kept it nice and warm.

But next was the realization the bed didn't feel like a bed at all. It felt more like grass, and it was a little wet on top of it all.

As Lincoln slowly opened his eyes, he saw the night sky staring back at him, stars twinkling overhead. His hands patted the ground around him as if to confirm he was on grass, outside in the cool Michigan spring night.

Okay, this was weird. How the heck did he end up outside?

As Lincoln sat up, he took a look around to get his bearings, and saw the familiar sight of his backyard. Slowly he stood up fully, stretched his naked form, yawned, and began to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

He had no idea how he'd gotten here, the last thing he remembered was going to sleep with Lynn after their fight.

The fight.

He closed his eyes and frowned, maybe when he crawled back into bed with her she'd be ready to make up and be up for some cuddling.

The few times Lincoln had a fight with any of his sisters, it rarely lasted long. He knew Lynn would be just as eager to make up with him as he was with her.

He wiped some grass off of his butt and his shoulders and started off towards the back door of the house. Before he reached the door, however, a very peculiar sight greeted him.

There laying partially in front of the garage was the Jeans, t-shirt, shoes, and even socks he'd worn earlier that evening. All laid out like they had fallen off the person just wearing them. The weird thing though was the boxer shorts laying on top of the jeans.

Lincoln didn't wear boxers, he preferred underwear.

He stopped his stroll to the kitchen door to gather up the fallen clothes. As he began to pick the clothes up, something dropped down in front of him.

It was a zippo lighter.

A vintage Ace Savvy Zippo lighter.

Lincoln didn't smoke, but he had to admit, that lighter looked cool as hell. Something he'd love to have, just to put in his collection and show it off. But he had no recollection of purchasing it, or Lola getting it for him.

Lola loved to indulge his collection hobby, she showered everyone in the family with gifts, but typically she liked to watch the reaction of the receiver. She wouldn't just lay something this unique in a pile of clothes and forget about it. Would she?

Maybe she wanted him to find it and bring it up to her. Did she come over to visit? Was she responsible for the boxers as well?

He shook his head, really this was all starting to seem like a prank Luan would pull on him. Leave him outside naked while he was asleep, and with a pile of strange clothes just slightly off so he'd start questioning his sanity.

He wasn't going to figure it out standing outside naked though.

With a little smirk on his lips, he continued his journey, opening up the back door and stepping into the kitchen. As he stepped through the dark room, he noticed the door to the basement was open, and the light was on.

A moment later the familiar voice of his sister Lisa called out, "Lincoln!? Lincoln?! Is that you?!"

Lincoln smirked as he heard the tone of worry in that voice, already figuring out it must have been Lisa who was responsible for his strange circumstances, "Yes Lis, it's me. I'm alright by the way."

Moments later he heard the sound of her practically running up the steps, her voice following, "Oh thank the spirit of Feynman! I feared the worst when I didn't find you in the approximate location of the coordinates I had punched in!"

Lisa finally appeared at the top of the stairs, relief on her face as she spoke through pants, "The machine overloaded after you went through, I don't think it could handle the sheer mass of-"

And then her eyes fell on him and she jumped back in surprise, "Einstein's Ghost your naked!"

Lincoln laughed at her reaction, and then struck a pose in front of her, smirking as he did so, "I thought you preferred me like this Lisa? Something about the modern convention of clothing taking away from the natural beauty of the human form in it's elegance and glory, something like that?"

Lisa's hands had come up to her cheeks, and Lincoln noticed as she looked down between his legs, then back up at his face, a deep flush forming on her features, before she looked away, practically sputtering to herself, "Outside of your current nudity, you're okay right? Nothing missing?"

Lincoln continued to smirk as he nodded his head, "Yes Lis, I'm fine. I should have known you were somehow responsible for this. What did you end up doing?" He looked towards the living room, before turning back to look at her.

Lisa was still blushing furiously, and he saw she was doing her best now to not look directly at him.

"Lincoln, can you please put some clothes on!? Must you be so nonchalant with your nakedness?! We can discuss everything when you're properly attired!"

Lincoln gave a soft laugh as he nodded his head, "You're right Lis, don't want one of the kids coming down here and catching me like this. Poor Lizy would start asking questions about Daddy's dinosaur again and I am not ready to have that discussion with her yet!"

Lisa turned her attention back to Lincoln, and fixed him with a curious look, "Wait a moment, Lincoln, what do you mean by the kids?"

Lincoln turned his attention fully back to Lisa, "You know, the kids? The ones sleeping upstairs. Our children?"

A look of horror began to slowly cross over Lisa's features. Lincoln imagined it must be her thinking of their kids seeing him naked in the kitchen. It was adorable.

He couldn't help himself.

He closed the distance between them, slipped one arm around Lisa's waist and suddenly leaned down, pressing his lips against her own.

Lisa's body went rigid in complete shock, her eyes wide as if she seemed like she didn't know what to do.

Then her brother's tongue plunged between her lips and began to run over her own. Lisa's hands went up as her brother made out with her. It was the first real kiss she had ever experienced in her life, and it was her big brother who was giving it to her.

When she finally regained her bearings, she began to beat on his chest with her hands, pushing him away suddenly.

"Lincoln!? What are you doing?!"

Lincoln only looked back at her with a puzzled expression, "I'm giving the most beautiful and sexy little genius on the planet a kiss?"

Lisa's expression only continued to grow even more horrified, her mouth falling open.

Lincoln looked from the kitchen towards the direction of the dining room, as realization suddenly dawned on her, "Oh! You're worried about Lynn? Don't worry, I talked to her about it, she doesn't have any problems with it." He gave a soft chuckle before he grinned almost devilishly at her, "You know she said she wanted to taste you on me? You should have joined us in bed like I said earlier, maybe that would fix everything."

Lisa's mouth continued to be agape, as she shook her head, her hand coming up to her forehead.

"The transportation must have scrambled your neurons. Lincoln, Lincoln, I need you to listen to me."

Lincoln slowly began to feel unease settle into him. Something about Lisa's tone was beginning to worry him. More than that, he was also starting to notice she looked a little…

Different.

He looked back at her, "Okay Lis, what is it, what's wrong? What's this about transportation?"

Lisa took off her glasses and focused on her brother with her narrow dark brown eyes, "Lincoln…Lynn isn't here, there are no children here either."

Lincoln paused as he took in her statement.

A moment later he gave a slightly nervous chuckle as he spoke back, "Come on Lisa. That's not funny. You know it's Lynn's turn this week. What did all our sisters come over while I was passed out and take our kids?"

Lisa continued to fix her brother with that serious stare, she spoke again "Lincoln there are no children here. The last of our sisters to visit was Lily and that was over a month ago. Lynn is in California with her husband."

Lincoln stared back with pure disbelief on his face. He began to start feeling cold fear grip his heart. His stomach did a flip, and his smile began to falter.

He shook his head.

"Lisa, Lisa stop, I don't like this joke anymore. Our kids are fine, they're sleeping upstairs right now, except for Lulu, I'm sure she's been downstairs with you."

Lisa spoke slowly, like she was desperately trying to calm a crazy person, concern in her voice, "Lincoln, you don't have any children. Let alone any with myself or your other sisters. You are a childless, single male. The only people that live in this home are you, myself, and Clyde."

Lincoln stared back at Lisa, a look of confusion, frustration, and now anger coming over his lips.

"No, no that can't be right. That isn't right at all. I said, I said stop it Lis! Where are our kids?! Where are our children?!"

Lisa looked as if she was ready to plead with her brother, her hands coming up, palms forward, "Elder brother, please, I would not lie on such a serious matter. You're experiencing a hallucination and confusion from the transportation. Come down to my lab and we'll get this sorted, I promise."

But Lincoln continued to only look more agitated, more upset. Angry, and then afraid.

He turned away from her and started off out of the kitchen, dropping the clothes behind him.

"No, no, no, no. Where are my kids? Where are my kids?"

He started walking forward faster, then rushing, then full on running as he took the stairs in the living room up, two at a time.

"Kids! Kids! It's your Dad! Sound off! Let me know you're alright! Lizy! Leia! Lyle! Lupa! Lacy! Lemy! Liby! Lyra! Liena! Loan!"

He reached the top of the stairs and threw open the first door in front of him. It should have been the room shared by Lupa and Lacy.

The only thing inside was a pair of beds with dust covers over them.

His heart sank, his stomach dropped. He ran to the next door the one that should have his sons in it, Lyle and Lemy. His heart pounding harder than ever, fear, full on panic beginning to grip him.

He threw open the door.

Nothing but empty beds.

Lincoln stood in the hall, his hands in his hair, eyes wide looking with desperation.

"Where are my kids?! Where are my kids?! Where are my children at?!"

A strange, yet familiar voice cut through Lincoln's panic.

"Buddy! Linc, it's okay, calm down, calm down!"

Lincoln whirled around and caught sight of someone he used to know. A man who was, a casual acquaintance now, but had once been his best friend when he was a child.

"Clyde? Clyde, what are you doing here?! Why are you in my house, Clyde, tell me where my kids are at! Please, I don't care about anything else, I just want to know where my children are at."

Lincoln was begging. He fell to his knees, tears falling down his face.

"Where are my kids? Where are my kids?"

Clyde slowly began to approach Lincoln, hands out and forward as he witnessed the man who was supposed to be his best friend, sobbing over children he knew he never had.

"Linc, it's gonna be alright buddy. We'll get you straight, what ever this is, we'll get you straight."

As Clyde slowly stepped over towards Lincoln, the white-haired man looked up at him, his eyes blood shot, almost crazed. Before he could say anything else, the sound of pressurized air being released went off, and Lincoln cried out as something sharp bit into his neck.

"Gah! High Card's perfect tits! What the hell?!"

He turned towards the stairs and staring up at him was his sister Lisa. Her dart gun in her hands. Lincoln's eyes slowly began to close, and he passed out in the middle of the hall.

Clyde reacted with shock and anger, "Lisa! What the hell did you do to him!?"

Lisa shook her head as she made her way up the stairs towards Clyde and the now unconscious form of her brother.

"I don't know Clyde, I don't know. It has to be a side effect from the transportation. I should have never let him go, I should have never let him…" She trailed off and shook her head.

"Regardless, what is done, is done, what matters is now."

Clyde breathed out, then frowned as he fixed Lisa with a hard stare.

"You need to fix this Lisa, you need to fix him."

Lisa only nodded her head solemnly as she stared down at her brother's form.

"I'll solve this puzzle Clyde, I'll put my broken brother back together, and then I'll apologize for subjecting him to all of this. You have my word. Now, please help me get him to my lab, we need to start this investigation."

For Lincoln Loud, the nightmare was just beginning.