Loud Archives AN: Back from the dead for a bit.

So I was out for a bit just because I couldn't really recover most of the stories just from the fact that the website that I was going on had viruses and only had the first and last chapters of some. So you can imagine why I thought it wouldn't last long. But recently, I had some unexpected help from a very notable writer: TheSiegePerilous. Yes the writer that published a few fanfics that you've probably read and has worked with LoudAutomata16 on a few of each other's works. They DM me with asking if I'd still want to republish 27 of Auto's stories that they have downloaded. Immediately, I said yes.

I really want to thank Siege on sharing this special privilege with me. Without then I wouldn't have thought of coming back but now I do. I'm forever grateful.

For re-uploading, it will take some time and I'll try to start with the ones I'm more familiar with and go down the road there. Also, from this point forward, this will be the only authors note explaining all the re-uploads and what not. As well as worth noting that all the text below is straight from the original unedited and untampered with.

Without further ado, let's begin

There are two words that can be used to describe Lori Loud: almost perfect.

One might say that's a controversial opinion, but it's an opinion that's easily backed up. Lori was the ideal image of a teenage girl: she was beautiful, with silken blonde hair and unblemished skin. She was fashionable, sparing no expense in acquiring the best clothes that complimented her slim figure and tall physique. She was smart, doing well in school and keeping a level-head around siblings that all seemed to exist in their own little worlds. She was responsible, caring for her younger siblings when her parents couldn't. She never touched drugs, alcohol, and only smoked cigarettes once or twice before dropping the filthy habit for good.

To the girls in her grade, she was someone to be envied. To the guys, she was someone to be desired.

Which was why it was a big disappointment to said guys when she found love in an awkward but goodhearted delivery boy named Bobby Santiago.

He had a longer name, and Lori was able to memorize it during their first romantic date. When Lori looked back on that date, she'd often sigh and say, "It was a magical night." It had been far from an ideal date - in fact, some would say it had been downright disastrous. But not Lori and Bobby. That date only proved that they could stick together no matter what. And for the longest time, that was true. They had break-ups and petty squabbles like all teenage couples – and, let's face it, adult couples – but they always made it back to each other.

But what was soon to come was far greater than an argument over Bobby sending the :weary: emoji at the worst possible time.

Bobby, his mother, and his little sister had moved to the city a few months back. It was a tough time for both of them, as well as their younger siblings Ronnie Anne and Lincoln, but they made through it with the promise of speaking to each other every week, every day, every hour.

"We can make this long distance thing work," Bobby had said to her. Her cheeks were painted with tearful lines of mascara, but he still cupped his palm and touched her face. His smile was kind and warm, and Lori found her sniffles vanishing as he whispered, "I promise," to her.

He promised. And for the longest time, it did work. They talked on the phone, visited each other, and even found time to have petty squabbles over state lines.

But… it wasn't the same. Not for Lori.

The first line of this story presented the thesis that Lori was almost perfect. Everything until now discussed the second part of that. Now we discuss the first.

You see, Lori loved Bobby. Even when he moved, she felt never-ending pangs of desire for him. When she saw him, her skin flushed and warmed, and her knees became jittery. She drank every moment she spent with him like it was the fine mead of Valhalla. Every word she spoke to him, every feeling he birthed in her chest, every moment she spent with him was a gift from the Cupid himself. And when she was alone at night, without Bobby to comfort and cradle her, her thoughts would turn to him. Her cheeks would burn, her nipples would erect, and her sex would become aroused.

She was a girl with so much love within her, but without Bobby there by her side, in the flesh, she had no one to give it to. And it killed her.

So her thoughts… they turned to another boy she loved.

Her brother. A smiling snow-headed boy named Lincoln Loud.

He had been deeply affected by Ronnie Anne's departure to the big city, though he preferred not to show it. He didn't cry over her like Lori did, because the two of them thought of themselves as nothing more than fast friends. But Lori could see it in his eyes, and that sad smile he made whenever his former bully's name was spoken.

One day, she grabbed his shoulder and said, with a kind smile, "Come on, twerp. I'm taking you to the comic book store. My treat."

It wasn't about the destination. They went from the comic book store to the mall to the arcade to a small Italian-Korean place for dinner. What mattered was that Lori and Lincoln spent the time together, doing what he wanted, until some of the sadness in his eyes dissipated like a rotten cloud of smog.

"Thanks Lori," he said to her before he bit into another slice of cheesy pizza. "This day's really cheered me up."

Their table was lit only by the soft orange light of the dancing fire on the candle in front of them. In that light, Lori found her brother absolutely adorable. "No problem, Lincoln," she affirmed, ruffling his hair.

She had comforted him. She had tended to his needs.

And that's when she had the thought.

Maybe he could do the same for me.

And she didn't mean he should take her to the nail salon.

From that day, Lori's nights were spent not thinking of her lanky lover, but of her younger brother. She imagined him coming to her in bed, for one reason or another. She imagined him straddling her, touching her in the places she wanted, needed, to be touched in. He would rub his hands on her hips, caress her boobs with his wet tongue, press his hardness against her contracting and aching womanhood…

At first, she was terrified by the thoughts. Then she entertained them. And then, she found… they excited her.

The call to incestuous sex was too much for her to ignore. She hadn't rebelled much as a teenager. Now she was presented with the perfect chance to do it, and it made her quake. It made her center flood and wet her cotton panties. It made her breaths shivery and ragged. It made her hands want to grab her brother and stroke him gently on his shoulder, before reaching into his pants and churning him like a pioneer woman churns butter, watching him as she would make him cry out with delight as he released all his sexuality in spurts of warm goo.

She came dangerously close to it one day. One day Lincoln and Lori were alone in the house. The parents were shopping for a new oven, and their children were running amok in the mall. Now's my chance, thought Lori.

"Hey Linky," she said, trying out the endearing nickname. The young man looked up at her with his bright blue eyes wide.

"What is it? I'm in the middle of a novel."

"That's a comic book," Lori said, pointing at the panels of superheroes dueling on his laptop's screen.

Lincoln frowned. "It's a graphic novel. They're different."

Lori closed the computer screen and leaned into her brother's face. Her smile was wide and sly and sultry. Her perfume wafted and hit Lincoln's nose, and he inhaled it like a swimmer resurfacing from underwater. It made him… feel things. Lori giggled at the blush that was spreading on his cheeks, and her eyes fluttered.

"I know something that'll be more fun than reading a comic."

Lincoln felt his heart race. "Wh-What?"

Lori curled and uncurled her finger in a "come to me" motion.

"Follow me," Lori said slowly, walking in front of him to tempt him with her curvy hips. She led him up the stairs, and he followed like a child following the Pied Piper. He was full of confusion and fear, but there was also a sense of dangerous excitement.

She led him to her room, and she closed and locked the door behind her. Desire pooled in her eyes as she led Lincoln to her bed and sat him down. Her brother gulped, and she watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Blood rushed to his face… and elsewhere. Lori towered over him, still wearing her seductive smile. She reached towards him, and the moment her finger made contact with the pillar in his pants, an electric shock raced through his body.

"L-Lori... he breathed, voice full of apprehension and want.

She was about to touch his zipper, about to pull it down, about to reach into his underwear and fish out his erection and cool the flickering flames of desire that burned inside her. She was finally given a chance to give her love to someone else.

Yet… something gave her pause.

A mental image appeared. A soft and fond memory of her and Bobby together at the park, sitting side by side on a blanket. His hand touched hers, and his calloused fingers wrapped around hers. She remembered the words he whispered sweetly into her ears, and she remember her soft sigh and how she placed her head on his shoulder, watching the world go by with him.

Then she looked down at Lincoln, and she realized, with cold terror what she was doing.

If she went any further than this… she would be cheating on the man she loved.

Part of her told her to do it anyways. He'll never know, and who cares anyways? He shouldn't have jilted you if he wanted you to be loyal.

But Lori didn't listen to the nasty goblin voice in her head. As flushed as she was with need and desire, she would not cheat on Bobby. He didn't deserve it. He was too good to her to every deserve anything like it.

She withdrew her hand, and Lincoln exhaled. There was an emotion in his exhale, but Lori couldn't name it.

"You wanted something fun to do? Well, um… how about you clean my room? Heh heh," she suggested with a failing, inauthentic smile.

So now Lori found herself trapped between the two men she loved. They both meant so much to her. Bobby was her boyfriend, and he was a man that did everything and anything to impress her. He loved her so intensely that the idea of doing anything that might hurt her made her sick to her stomach. He was an angel in her life. A hard-working, devoted angel.

But Lincoln… Lincoln was her younger brother. Her only brother. In this crazed family of hyperactive, superstitious, temperamental, and uncontrollable siblings, Lincoln was the only one that Lori felt she could turn to and rely on. He was a rock of stability in a raging sea of family members. When she thought of him, her heart beat just as fast as it did when she thought of Bobby. It was wrong, but it was also so, so right.

Lori sighed with guilt. She knew the only reason she felt stuck between the two men was because she had put herself in that position. If only there was a solution…

What if you have both?

"Both?" Lori asked aloud one day. She had pacing in her room alone for a while, biting on her finger as she tried to devise the perfect scheme. She was honestly a little disappointed with herself. Having both of them? That was the best she could come up with?

But then she thought about it. And… actually, that didn't sound like that bad of an idea. There was only one, teensy, tiny little problem though…

She couldn't exact walk up to Bobby and say, "Hey, I literally fell in love with my little bro and wanted to have sex with him, so do you mind giving us your blessing so we can try out this polygamy thing I've been hearing so much about in the magazines?"

She could imagine him looking at her with confusion and just a hint of disgust.

So now the problem became how she would convince Bobby that it should be okay.

Another brilliant idea occurred to her, and she felt like the sliest, most horny genius in the world.

It came to her in the form of a freckled Latina girl…

"Where's my uniform?!" cried Bobby in his apartment, miles and miles away from his Caucasian lover. He burst into the kitchen where his sister and his cousin CJ were eating their large breakfasts. "Ronnie Anne, CJ, have either of you seen my uniform?"

The girl sighed. "Bobby, you don't have a uniform anymore. You don't work at the pizza place anymore, remember?"

Bobby paused, trying to think about it. Then he chuckled. "Oh right," he said, rubbing the back of his neck and all the black hairs that covered it. "Sorry, I'm so used to looking around for a uniform… it's almost like it's become part of my DNA."

Ronnie Anne chuckled and squeezed his cheek, like she was the older sibling. "I know. Luckily, you always have me to hand you your uniforms and remind you when you don't have them."

"Thanks Ronnie Anne," the older brother said. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, you-"

He bent down, and kissed her on her right cheek. Ronnie Anne quickly shut up. Her face went red, and her eyes widened like a deer in headlights. Bobby patted her head lightly, an affectionate smile on his face, and started to head out the door.

"Hey, Bobby, can I get a kiss?" asked CJ from the table.

"Um… no. That's gay with a side order of que pasaopa," Bobby told him with a shrug.

Ronnie Anne could barely hear them, though. Her ears rang, and all her brain could really register was the ghost of the kiss Bobby had planted on her cheek.

It might surprise some to know that Ronnie Anne was a girl of secrets. It seems out-of-character for her to be like that. She was a loud and abrasive girl who almost never hesitated to let what she thought and felt be known. She backed down from no fight, and to some, her tomboyish nature would lead them to think there couldn't be that much hidden upstairs.

But there was.

Ronnie Anne kept a lot of secrets. There was her secret fondness of children, for one. She could hardly stand people her age, but with people younger than her found a place in her heart that turned her into a real softie. She really wanted to have kids of her own, one day, and she took delight in that one school project where she and Lame-O had to take care of an egg… even if he kept it away from her the whole time.

Speaking of Lame-O, another secret she kept was how much she really cared about him. She never said it enough, preferring to wrap it up in mean jokes and playful torment, but she really liked him. He was an adorable and handsome guy that played the same games as her, ate the same food as her, and shared her problems with living with a large family.

But the biggest secret of all was that she loved Bobby.

Not as a sister loves her brother. Not as a little girl loves a grown man. But as female that felt her heartstrings tie a powerful red rope that connected him to her. She loved him in a way that made her toes curl and face blush whenever he touched her with his warm hands.

When he complimented her, she swooned. When he thanked her, she gushed. And when he came to her in her dreams and visions, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he loved her the way she wanted him to love her, with his body as much as his soul… she cried.

Cried because she knew she could never have him.

His heart belonged to Lori, and her heart was already in a tangled, muddled mess with Lincoln. She loved him too, she didn't want to lose him by revealing to the world that dark, forbidden thoughts she had about the most perfect man in the world. So she kept it hidden away, her most taboo secret.

"Hey, Ronnie Anne, can I have your bacon?" she heard CJ say her name, and she spun around. Bobby was gone, so she could go back to being a normal family girl.

"Sure," she told him, before grinning, "but then you have to give me your orange pop-sickle the next time you get your hands on it."

"It's a deal! Hooray!" declared CJ as he shoved his fork into the crisp pig meat.

Good job, Ronnie Anne. Just keep acting like you're a normal girl around your family, and maybe one day you'll bullshit yourself into thinking it's true, a voice taunted in her head.

"Fuck you," she growled, and when she saw the hurt on her cousin's face, she quickly followed up with, "No, not you. I'm just talking to myself and… okay, that sounds weird."

Love makes people weird, she supposed.

She spent the rest of the day with Sid, trying to perfect their dance routine. But even as they danced their hearts out, Ronnie Anne couldn't focus on the Korean music that played from her laptop. All she could focus on was the kiss Bobby had given her. She thought about his fingers running through her hair across her scalp, about his fingers going downwards to her growing breasts, lower still to the wet flower between her legs… she wanted him to touch her, unclothe her, mount her, and mate her like she was a naughty bitch in heat. When Sid finally left, Ronnie Anne collapsed into her bed, a sweaty and panting mess. She felt desire flood her loins, but she didn't know how to deal with it. She had never been taught about using her hands, so all her brain could think of was using Bobby's magical tool to please her.

"What's wrong with me?" she croaked weakly, staring at the ceiling.

Her family was spiritual and religious. Ronnie Anne wondered if she was going to Hell for her desires. Hell in the afterlife was supposed to be the absence of God. Maybe her hell on Earth was the absence of Bobby...

Her chest beat with hope, though. Hope that something, or maybe even someone, would bring the older brother and younger sister together to partake in beautiful and debased love. Somehow, despite the impossible odds of age, blood, and societal taboo, Bobby and Ronnie Anne would find each other together, sharing a bed and their hearts.

Something needed to happen, though. Something needed to bring them together when they couldn't.

Something like… a sudden visit from Bobby's girlfriend.

A girlfriend who, though Ronnie Anne didn't know it at the time, shared the same agenda as her.

Fun fact: my working title for this story was "That Time Auto Ruined Two Safe Ships Because He's A Mouthbreathing Incestfag"

My reasons for writing this story were twofold. For one, I wanted a positive role for Lori (I felt bad after Bound By Secrets and Alive in the Light lol). Two, I'm into Lobby, Ronniecoln, Lincori and Bobbyanne, and wanted to do them all at once. Uhh… there might be more of the latter two, though (I wish I could change D:). So just sit back and enjoy Ronnie Anne's struggle to get her onii-chan's attention while Lori gives her brother some nice sisterly loving.