A/N: Feel Free to Skip this bit or Jump to the TL;DR if you want a summary of my penance and protest. Before I dive in to the gristle of the sin I'm about to commit to paper/screen, I feel it necessary for my own conscious to air this out. I'll start with saying I'm not necessarily a fan of anything I'm about to do. I'm not a huge fan of this cartoon over all, but my nephews and nieces certainly are, thank god they don't know how to use the internet yet, so I've seen damn near every episode, but due to that fact I can honestly say I've seen a lot more episodes than some would think. I'm not proud, I can admit that. This amongst other things have they forced me to watch and, as I consider myself a decent uncle and take interest in the things the little rats show me, I of course looked a little bit into the fandom. What a fucking rabbit hole you guys are. It didn't take long for me to stumble upon the loudcest fandom, and the obvious conclusions that would come from it, the "Sin kids." It was unavoidable really, hell they have their own TV Tropes page for christ sake. Now, I'm not going to rag on anyone for enjoying this portion of the fandom, especially not since I'm writing this, because at the end of the day it's all fiction after all. Plus, in my honest experience, the more someone flames one group of people the more likely it is that they are hiding something far worse, and I have nothing to hide so here I am.
Some of you might ask, "If you aren't a fan of this, why write the story?" Simply put, I write as a hobby and enjoy a good challenge outside of my comfort zone. I could have chosen anything as far as the incest notion goes (such as the Ben10 fandom's obsession with shipping Ben with Gwen or the gravity falls fandom who has a similar habit with Dipper and Mabel from my experiences) but the harem aspect is a bit harder to come by. Most people who I've run into ship one sibling more so than the others, but still accept him being with all of them in the greater, "Sinkid," fandom. This intrigued me and sent my brain to work (See spiraling into madness). How would this happen? What would be the reprecussions of the actions taken? How would each character individually cope? And the big one, why would this happen? I've watched enough of the show to gather enough nuance to accurately understand the characters and I've read enough of these stories by now in my piqued interest that I at least tertiarily understand the existence of the main children. I've had these questions bouncing around my heads for a few months as well as a hodgepodge of other fanworks mixing in for good measure. If you see something in this that somewhat resembles an idea you had and put to paper, you might have added to this sick headcanon I built. So this is the inevitable result of all that. I had to put it to paper or else it was going to drive me insane. If this is your cup of tea I hope you find enjoyment in it. If it's not, then I feel you, me neither. But this isn't my first time writing something like this (see erotica) because I let the voices win, so it costs you nothing to close out the screen.
I can't force you to be nice to the people who enjoy this, but I will remind you, they're ficitional characters, let people have their fun as long as no one is hurting anyone. Obviously none of this shit would ever be canon anyway, so let them enjoy what they want.
TL;DR: This isn't usually my thing nor my fetish, but writing it seemed like an interesting challenge and since I like challenges and I found out about this side of the fandom I've sucumbed to my morbid curiosity that my brain now demands I put pen to paper. I hope you enjoy this, but remember, it's all just fiction.
Edit: Someone requested this on AO3 who couldn't keep up with all the kids, not blaming him considering there's 16, so a quick rundown for those unfamiliar of whose kids are whose.
Lori: Loan
Leni: Liena, Lyle, and Bed (adoptive)
Luna: Lyra and Lemy
Sam: Lina
Luan: Liby
Lynn: Lacy
Ronnie Anne: Reina and Robert
Stella: Darna
Lucy: Lupa
Lola: Leia
Lana: Lizy
Lisa: Lulu
Sid is still childless during the story.
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Lincoln Loud woke up at 5 AM, as he always did since he had turned 22. To his surprise his California king bed was empty. He sighed contently as he climbed out of bed and swiftly made it to near perfection, something else he had done since the same time. He looked in the mirror and grinned at his reflection. His platinum blonde hair was wild currently, given his recently awoken state. He quickly utilized his hands to put it in it's usual slightly behind his ears state and he admired his 6 foot 2 athletic form, a grin forming on his freckled face, showing the slight chip in his tooth that he thought gave his smile personality, something he could thank Lynn for maintaining after... getting out. He scratched the back of his head with a more somber look as he thought back to his mid twenties and sighed. At least he was where he belonged now.
He had to hurry before the others woke up. He walked down the stairs from his top story bedroom in what was affectionately known as the Loud compound, an old, once run down, apartment complex that him and his "accomplices" had pooled their money to purchase soon after his return to, "lighten the load," on what was once the Loud house. In no small thanks to one of his younger sisters, Lana to be precise, this twelve floor compound was now beyond functional, hell it was downright livable. He would utilize the, "rent," to care for the fruits of his "happy accidents," and their respective forebears. All inside were aware of what happened behind the close doors of the Loud house and now Loud compound. That is, all save for his parents, something Lincoln was more thankful for than he could ever explain.
He no longer felt disgusted with himself as he did when he was much younger, after all he had lived through worse than his actions at various times, but he knew that what was going on was wrong all the same. He just didn't care anymore. He adored his kids, and by extension their mothers, regardless of relations. This is why he was now the ever present house husband, something his wives felt he had earned through his knee jerk sacrifice, and they all loved him now as they did prior. There was no more shame or resentment, just the sins and the children they made. He took a shower quickly in the massive communal bathroom his sister had put in, knowing that taking one for too long was just inviting to trouble as tying a steak to your neck and jumping into a lions pit was. He might have accepted the facts as they were, but he realized that he was still grossly outnumbered in a predators den of his own making. But he still wouldn't have it any other way. He quickly dressed in an orange polo and blue jeans, a fashion that still hadn't left him, and quickly made his way across the hall to the kitchen where he began preparing breakfast. An untoward amount of blueberry pancakes and eggs prepared a variety of different ways for different people of discerning tastes, from damn near burnt to raw in a glass.
He was so engrossed in his cooking that he never heard the first of his massive family stir. He jumped and squealed as pale arms wrapped around him, swiftly breaking him from his stupor. He swiftly turned to the offending predator and saw it's paper white form. He clutched his chest an took several deep breaths before sighing.
"34 years old and I'm still not used to that crap," he groaned, "Jesus Lucy."
The offending girls deadpanned face broke into a smile briefly before she wrapped her arms back around her target, "You're just too cute when you're scared," she cooed into his ear before kissing it and adding a calm, "Sigh."
"Oh I'm so happy you think so," he quipped, "Good to know I'll need to go on heart meds before I'm 50."
"I will follow you even into the grave, my beloved," She circled around him and kissed him passionately on the lips before adding, "So don't think you're safe there either."
Lucy was the first. The first domino to fall in the house that led to his current situation. The most passionate of his wives and the catalyst for all that came after. Worst of all, his younger sister. She had grown considerably, now the tallest besides him, reaching 5 foot 11 inches without heels or boots, roughly 6 foot 1 with them. Only an inch shorter than him, he couldn't even use his height to escape her, not that he wanted to anymore. A lover of all things morbid, the 31 year old hadn't aged physically since turning 18, but her form had filled out every article of clothing she owned long before then. Her black bangs still covered her icy blue eyes that always seemed to follow you and stare deep into your soul. The only person that could stomach staring into them without feeling a chill being the man in front of her. The object of her undying affection. Her hair fell across her mid back and cascaded over her shoulders like a black ichor, draping over her black and purple dress that just reached the floor, tailer made of course, accented by a lace corset that she wore tight on her mid section to simulate something squeezing her at all times. She moved silently, deliberately, and delicately enough that it seemed more like she was gliding as she moved more so than actually walking. This aided her in her favorite past time of scaring her brother, amongst other less innocent surprise attacks on him. Her black lips were in an eerie yet soft smile, the only person who didn't seem to think it was eerie, once again, was her dearest brother.
"I burnt your eggs like you like them," he stated as he turned around back to his current work.
She continued holding him and kissed and nibbled his neck, playfully attempting to distract him, "Black, like my soul."
"You working with Haiku at the mortuary today?"
"Not today," she admitted as she continued to enjoy her pre meal snack, "My artistic soul yearns to be expressed. Plus there's been a disturbing lack of death as of late."
"Isn't less people dying a good thing?" Lincoln asked, slightly wincing at the morbidity of the conversation, as he pulled out a bag of sausages and began burning two of them, also for the woman still attached to him.
"Death is but a chapter in existence and shouldn't be feared or met with contempt," his sister chided.
This relationships, albeit uncomfortable at best outright disgusting in reality to most if they had known, was started what seemed like eons ago to him now. He reminisced on how the little succubus had manipulated him and everyone around them into the relationships that he found himself in now. He blamed her exclusively, and as he thought this their lips met again, this time instigated by him and returned giddily through what to others would be an unnerving giggle, but to him it was now angelic. They were always close, so maybe some of the blame had rested on him. Her mind right now was empty with any thoughts except for the man in front of her, the same reason she had started this, opened pandora's box, and knocked that first domino over.
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Even though it was Saturday an alarm went off as a much younger Lincoln slammed his fist on it. He groggily rolled out of bed yawning, until he ran out of bed to roll out of and hit the ground. He groaned as he scrambled to his feet, realizing he was running out of time. He quickly grabbed his clothes for the day, rushing out his door at the end of the hall. He saw it empty past the five doors on either side to the single bathroom door at the end of the hall and smiled. He tried to scramble to the door before he ran into the back of a line that seemed to almost manifest magically in front of him.
"Dang it!" he shouted in annoyance.
He didn't notice the figure in front of him shudder as his face collided with the back of her neck, but instead of getting angry she swung around and tilted her head, "Are you alright, dearest brother?"
"Oh, sorry Lucy!" he smiled and dusted himself off, "Yeah I'm fine. I just thought I was going to be first today," he noticed her eying him up and down before rapidly turning around in an almost dismissive fashion... at least from his perspective.
From her perspective she was shielding the fact that unwelcome color that had graced her cheeks, 'Dearest brother,' she mused in her mind, 'You must know what you do to me!'
Lucy was suffering from two afflictions, the first that all girls and boys must at some point confront, puberty. Her body had begun rapidly changing in ways that she couldn't begin to fully understand long before she was afflicted with the second, but the second affliction began shortly after her first period, a dangerous, rapidly blooming, and unchecked affection for her older brother. She had always had a bad spying habit, spending most of her time in the vents as they were as cold as the grave and close to being as quiet, so she heard and saw things that a girl her age probably shouldn't. As such, and sharing a room with her older sister, she had known that the worst parts of puberty would come for her eventually, she just hadn't expected it to make the morbid young girl yearn for the grave more than she already had. But an unexpected ally did, Lincoln.
Her older brother had been taught well by her 5 older sisters on how to care for a girl in the throws of the crimson death, and he was all too willing to immediately jump in to assist his first younger sister. For him it was pure and naive big brother instinct, meddling in his little sister's life like he had always done, for her it was ruination of all other boys at a very rapid pace. All other boys that she had interest in, due to their age and inexperience, treated the unavoidable part of womanhood with disgust and fear, but her older brother treated it with the care of, to her, a doting lover. This was the first strike. The second came shortly after. He had returned from Ronnie Anne, his one time bully long time friend's house out of state with their older sister. She had already been reading steamy vampire love novels, such as the one featuring her fantastical love interest up to that point, Edwin. At first reading the others felt like cheating, she was a deeply sensitive girl after all, but eventually such feelings waned rapidly as she further tasted forbidden fruit. She felt something build in the core of her stomach that she didn't understand when she was certain her brother's purity had been snatched from him, but when she gave in to that building feeling she returned to her vents.
'To wallow in silence,' was the lie she told herself, but even then she knew what she really was doing.
Spying on her older brother to verify her fears.
He and Ronnie were complaining over the computer that a lot of their time spent together was wasted by familial interruptions as the, "Casa Grande," as it was called was just as full as their current house. Lucy sighed in relief and felt herself smiling. He was still pure, but not so pure as to relieve himself after the call had ended in full view of her. He had been blue balled several time throughout the weekend and gave in to his primal needs directly in her view. Her eyes zeroed in to the sinful action being perpetrated before her through her black bangs. She leaned forward, breathing unsteadily as her brother ran his hands up and down the length of his member which, even at this distance, looked like it was painfully hard. She felt a familiar feeling begin to build as she watched, the same feeling that seemed to gather when she read the racier of her novels, but it continued to build. A sort of itch that seemed to usually go away when she clinched her slender pale legs tighter was refusing to subside. So she ran her fingers across it for the first time, feeling the electricity shoot up her back as she rubbed herself. Her shallow breathing was being drowned out only by his own rapid breathing. As he reached the climax of his act, she did too. She managed to steady herself before she crashed into the grate which would have sent her falling into his room right as he spilt a large amount of his built up seed all over his bed. She gazed at her glistening fingers as Lincoln scared her for the second time of her life, the first being when he surprised her on her birthday a number of years back to watch The Vampires of Melancholia in a vampire costume, when he looked up at the grate, quizzically, and she scrambled back to her room.
She knew the connotations of what had just happened, she had reached her first orgasm while watching her brother masturbate. A show just for her that she could enjoy. She also understood the taboo of incest from a few of the books she had read, and the disgust that comes with it. She too felt that initially, and was disgusted with herself. But the disgust and the fear enticed her. This wouldn't be the last time that she waited in the air vents under the guise of, 'Wallowing in silence,' only to weight for those similar labored breaths. A taboo hobby mixed with her brothers sweet treatment of her when she was the most vulnerable magnified the relationship that they had over the years. Every time she had helped him with her many poems in her poetry books that had been filled over the years. Every time he had assisted her with her problems. How she confided in him her deepest, darkest secret and he indulged her and her love for, 'Princess Pony,' even watching it while she was sitting in his lap with her. All the times he was her rock in a typhoon of emotions that she could hold on to until the waves subsided. He was the only one who seemed to fully understand her emotions, regardless of how well she hid them. It was only a matter of time until she faltered. It was somewhere between the dark chocolate and comfort gifts and the occasional vent romps that young lust pivoted to love, and he scared her for the third time.
As enticing as the morbid and taboo where for her, the object of her affection was as normal as they come, if not a little bit dorky by admission and a complete busy body who would always trip over himself to please his sisters. That last part certainly didn't make the feelings she was fighting any easier.
'Maybe if I framed it in a way it seemed he was helping me he would accept it,' she would imagine, knowing the truth but hoping against hope if only for the briefest of moments.
Every time she had these thoughts though she would eventually snap back to reality, that what she was thinking, what she was hoping, and what she was doing would ruin the relationship that they currently had and take away from her the person that she was closest to, all because she couldn't keep herself in check. But she was slowly losing the battle against herself, and for the third time she was scared of her dearest brother, not because of something he did, but because something she knew he'd do if he knew the truth, so she had been doing everything she could to avoid him and steer away from his face for weeks and weeks. Then he would do stuff like stand in his underwear behind her in the hallway and make his presence known, causing the monster inside her to grow a little larger and threaten to break its cage.
"-Lucy!" a call broke her out of her reflective stupor.
"gasp," she said in her usual monotone voice.
"The bathrooms free!" Lincoln said lowering his eyes and waving his hand in front of her eyes, "Are you feeling okay?"
He pressed his forehead to hers causing her to push him off, "I'm fine."
She entered the bathroom before he could recover and slammed the door. She spoke the word sigh and walked to the mirror and disrobed. She was lanky, still budding and growing, but she was every bet a young lady. The thing that stood out the most, as usual was her pale skin, even her nipples where a bright shade of pale pink. She moved her bangs out of the way of her icy blue eyes, taking in her form and bright pink cheeks from the close contact just prior to her entering the bathroom before frowning and turning on the cold water. She needed to cool her head. The water ran down her shoulder length black hair that she had begun growing out and flattened her bangs to her face. She took a few deep breaths as she finally stood erect and exited the shower after around five minutes, feeling she was adequately calmed to face her brother at least briefly for breakfast before retreating into her room for the remainder of the day to sulk and write down more poems she could never allow anyone in the family to read in a secret poetry book, meant only for the Lincoln in her imagination.
The girl swiftly dressed in a black sleeveless shirt, a black skirt, and black and white striped arm warmers and stockings before exiting the bathroom and rushing past her brother who attempted to say something before she passed him, but to no avail. He rubbed his chin with his index finger and frowned before entering the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring thoughtfully at himself.
"Alright Lincoln," he began, speaking to himself in the mirror, "Somethings obviously wrong with Lucy, so what are you going to do about it?"
He had noticed her avoidant behavior in the weeks prior and that it was getting worse with time. Something was obviously wrong, and he could see it written all over her face. He always seemed to be better at reading her than the rest of his siblings, regardless of how bad she was at portraying them. He supposed it was because she was, "Deep," and, according to her, he too was, "Deep." In reality it was because of sibling closeness. It was always him she'd come to first for help, so he knew subconsciously when something was off. The little ways she carried herself when she was frustratedly unable to find a word to rhyme in one of her poems that she always forced him to listen to. How her shoulders slouched slightly when she was upset with herself for making a mess of a situation, like the mortician club fiasco when they were substantially younger, how she would move slightly faster when she had something to hide that she felt she was hiding it for the other person's good, all these hints and more he had subconsciously picked up on in one way or another, and he could tell it was reaching it's boiling point.
He had a pretty good Idea that after breakfast she would close herself in her room to write poetry like she had been every weekend for months now, avoiding the family as her roommate practiced out in the yard. But she wasn't going to isolate herself, not if her big brother could help it. Breakfast went about as well as he expected, she refused to look up and slunk up to her room immediately after breakfast, slamming the door behind her. Lincoln slowly approached the stairs after he heard the door upstairs close. He set his first foot on the stairs.
"Hey Stinkin! Think Fast!" He heard someone call before slamming into him and nearly knocking the wind out of him and putting him into a triangle lock, "I need someone to practice wrestling with! Come out side and feel the wrath of Lunatic-Lynn!" she demanded.
"Not right now Lynn!" he groaned out as he slithered from his 2 year older sister's hold, surprising her, "Somethings wrong with Lucy, and I need to find out what."
Lynn looked at him and then her hands in amazement before shaking her head, "What? With spooky? All she's doing is talking to herself and scribbling in that weird book of hers like every weekend. Ignore her and help me with perfecting my holds!"
He deftly dodged her, much to her surprise, causing her to land stomach first "Weird book? Like her normal poetry books?"
"No this one's... Different!" she shouted as she tried to go for a bear hug and he slipped around her causing her to stare at her hands mouth agape, "What's going on with you today?!"
"Focus Lynn, how's this one different?"
"I don't know," she responded looking at her hands and balling them up before going for an armbar causing him to groan as she looped him around and chicken winged him, "She hides it and when I ask what she's working on she say's "It's nothing," (stated in a mocking monotone voice) then attempts to hide it further. Now come on!" she demanded pushing him towards the door, "Outside with you!" Before she could push him further he swung his body around and lifted her to his level.
Wait, when the hell did he get taller than her?!
He quickly slid around her and loosened his arm, "You can practice them on me tomorrow! I promise!"
She looked at him in bewilderment which was quickly replaced with anger and she stamped her foot on the ground, "Fine then! If you'd rather hang out with the Duchess of Darkness don't come crying to me if she turns you into a thrall or sucks you dry of all your fluids!" She looked back at her hands in disappointment, "Dang it."
This was one of the other issues the sole male Loud child faced, all his sisters seemed to vie for his attention, thinking their problems are always the most important in the house, and if he found one problem more pressing than the others... well... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Maybe that played into the events that this one faithful encounter sent into motion. At the door Lincoln felt something telling him to turn back.
'Maybe it's just my mind trying to tell me she needs space,' he internally reasoned, 'But I've been giving her that for months now. No time like the present!'
Lucy was currently inside, nearing the end of one of her many poems, a simple AABB poem scheme, like she used when she was younger and now used to warm up for more in depth morbid limericks and tortured sonnets. A stream of consciousness more than anything.
"My love for the white Rabbit knows no bounds, save for the one society places on me,
Oh how cursed I am, fated to never be with thee,
My dark soul, for your white light it yearns,
Knowing within me the darkest desire burns!
How cruel is the world! Denying me my lover!
For the one meant for me was born my Dearest Br-" BANG!
She was startled by the door flinging open, causing her to scramble to close the book and cover it with her body, "Lynn," she chided as close as she could to a growl with her monotone voice, "Don't you have some sort of competition to practice for or something?"
"She does," came a familiar male voice, causing her eyes to widen, "It's me Luce," she could feel him approach her and quickly drew the book closer, watching him warily as he leaned on her writing desk and turned away from him, "What do you have there? A new poetry book? Can I re-"
"NO!" she hollered startling him, "You must never ever see this book... it's cursed!"
"But... I saw you writing in it."
"This book is cursed to all but me," she assured, glaring at him with those icy eyes beneath her bangs, "No one will ever read it."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, Lincoln of coursed broke it, "Lucy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong? Who says anything is wrong? I never said anything is wrong! You can leave now! Thanks!"
He cocked an eye and let out an elongated "Right. So if nothing's wrong than why don't we hang out?"
"Get out!" She exclaimed moving the book to her lap and balling up to cover it, "Before I'm forced to do something horrible! You genuinely don't know the depths of the well you draw from brother!"
He was silent again, trying to decipher what that meant, "Well, I don't know about any well, but I do know when my sister is avoiding me... and everyone else."
He wrapped his arms around his sister's neck which she was certain made her hair nearly stand on end. Thank god her arms were covered as she could feel the goosebumps rapidly raising on them.
"Let go of me Lincoln!" she demanded.
"No," he refused flatly, "Not yet. I have something I want to say," he began running one hand through his sisters hair, "You're my sister Luce. I can tell when somethings wrong."
'Why must he torture me so!' she screamed internally.
"I can't force you to talk to me, but I want you to know whenever you're ready to I'm here for you." He kissed her gently on her head causing her blood to run cold, then released her, "Think about it for a while. If or when you are ready to talk I'll be in my room. My doors always open for you."
She heard the door close and after a moment longer threw the book she held against the wall and clinched her teeth in her deadpan scowl. That had done it. Strike three of her own design. Depriving herself from the touch of her brother for so long ended up breaking her reasoning when he forced her to accept it, the very thing she was trying to avoid. The cage was open, and his innocent warm affection was the key. She pulled from under her mattress something she would consult every night since these sinful thoughts polluted her, and several nights prior, her Great Grandmother Harriet's spell book. She had been attempting several different spells to eliminate these feelings and cleanse her soul, but nothing would work for longer than a few days! That dork would just do something to reawaken the emotions or she'd just relapse into the vents again. So now it was time for a different approach. She flipped the book to what Great Grandma Harriet swore had gotten her her husband, love spells.
Lucy felt a single tear slide down her cheek and swiftly wiped it away, "Forgive me for such heresy great grandmother, but I am out of options. He's driving me mad!"
She flipped to each individual spell, silently chanting incantations and began burning different aromatics, such as sage and lilac, to boost her mystical powers. The fumes were wafting through the vent into the room of Lincoln who was laying back on his bed in his walk in closet/room waiting for a few hours while playing on his computer, hoping maybe his chat had some sort of effect. He knew how much she liked to be attended to, even if she pretended not to like it. She always felt forgotten in the family, and he was guilty of doing it as well. He had a bad habit of overthinking things and tripping himself up, but he had a feeling that she hid like she did so someone would find her. He would usually be the one to do so, and if not she'd find him. He'd always be attentive to her needs and emotions when she did, because although it was Lynn who he shared the most in common with, Lucy was special. His first baby sister.
But said baby sister was obviously burning something next door, and this something was irritating him greatly. Were his eyes swelling? He didn't know he had allergies! What the hell was she burning over there?! He began rubbing his swiftly reddening eyes and sighed. He went downstairs to the kitchen where his father, Lynn Sr., and mother, Rita, currently were. His dad was cooking lunch and his mom was chatting with him while hugging him. They both quickly noticed their son enter the kitchen, and his mother quickly noticed her son's eyes.
"Good heavens, Lincoln!" she hollered.
His father who was cooking turned at his wife's exclamation, "What's wrong with Linc- woah!"
He looked over to his reflection in the toaster and noticed that his eyelids had swollen to around double their size, he looked back at his mother, "I think I might be allergic to something."
"What caused this?!" his mother demanded.
He stood silently for a moment and thought of an excuse because he didn't want to make Lucy angrier than she currently was with him, "Uh, I think it might be one of those new body sprays I got."
"Well come upstairs to the medicine cabinet and grab some allergy pills."
"No!" he shouted, realizing if they went upstairs they'd smell the burning plants, this startled Rita, "I mean... I just came down for some water to take them with."
Rita raised one eyebrow slightly, "Okay?"
She watched as her son grabbed a cup and filled it with water from the sink before rushing upstairs out of their view. He went to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and took two pink pills from the cabinet and swallowed them. After a few minutes his swelling came down, but he was getting drowsy. He stumbled downstairs and ate lunch with the family, Lucy noticeably (at least to him) missing from the table. He stayed in his room, nodding in and out, While Lucy was still at it until the sun disappeared from the sky. He ate dinner with the same empty seat bothering him, went upstairs, and took two more pills and brushed his teeth. Feeling defeated and like he had wasted his Saturday it wasn't much longer until he drifted to sleep. At the same time lucy had finished the hex she was performing.
Her voice was slightly hoarse from repeating the chants until the herbs and flowers finished burning, as the book demanded, she had even burned extra just to be sure, "Alright... next page."
There it was in black and white, 'State firmly as follows, "[lovers name] belongs to me eternal fold, in all manner; mind, body, heart, and soul" then seal with a kiss.'
Her eyes went so wide you could almost see them under her bangs as she hung on the words, 'seal with a kiss.' What kind of kiss? Could she fool him into giving her a kiss? Would a brotherly show of affection be enough to complete the spell? Or would it have to be something more passionate and intimate? What was she going to do? She was certain she'd come up with something spur of the moment, but she needed to hurry. She wasn't sure how much time the spell allowed for, and incomplete magic, in her experience, could have horrible after effects. She quickly rushed to her brother's room, relieved when the door opened, but inside she found nothing but darkness, save for the moonlight illuminating her brother's half naked form. The light was almost shimmering on his platinum blonde hair. She smirked maliciously, knowing what she was going to do. She ran back to her room and grabbed the spell book, flipping it to sleeping spells. She rapidly memorized the words and grabbed the reagents mentioned in them. She swiftly mixed them in a mortar and pestle her mom had gotten her as a Christmas present, mashed them up, mixed them, and ignited them with a match before wrapping herself in a cloak, draping the hood on her head.
She slowly and deliberately moved through the hall back to her brother's room, opened the door and shut it behind her as silently, and began chanting in a low whisper, "Lavender, Jasmine, and dried sprigs of sage, I command you, remain deep in Morpheus's embrace."
She sat the burning mixture on his table and slid under his covers. She stared momentarily at his sleeping form. Peaceful was the first word that came to her mind. Vulnerable was the second, causing her to smirk again. She was as a vampire, preying upon a pure and virginal target. This made her even more excited, knowing what happens when a vampire bites one of such purity. That being too would become a creature of the night. She took in his form after mounting him, blushing as she thirstily eyed his bare chest. He was so bright, even in the moonlight. Just as the moonlight was to the blackness of night, he was to her. The only thing bright she wanted, craved, and needed in her life, and soon it would be hers.
She slowly brought her lips down to him, "Lincoln belongs to me, eternal fold, In all manner; mind, body, heart, and soul."
Their lips met, gently at first, but it was to enticing for the touch starved girl. A simple kiss escalated to her parting her lips and massaging his bottom lip with them. Because of her weight he opened his mouth in order to attempt to breathe through it, giving her the opening she needed. She quickly moved up to meet his lips again and thrust her tongue in to his mouth. She began exploring every inch of her older brother's mouth as the fire continued to burn. Then it happened. She felt something hard rise against her vagina and it sent a chill up her spine. Her brother had become hard. Something she had longed for from between the separation of a vent was now pushing up against her, gently yet firmly digging into the top of her womanhood where her clitoris sat. She couldn't stop herself from grinding against it. It felt better than anything she had ever experience. She had to move her hands to his chest to steady herself as she greedily rocked back and forth on his offending appendage. Her breathing quickly became labored, but something almost threatened to ruin her gentle sin.
"Lucy?" she heard Lincoln say groggily through her mouth as he stirred slightly.
She began panicking, separating their lips with a long trail of saliva hanging from their mouths as she looked down, seeing that he was beginning to stir, "J-Just a dream, dearest brother, a-a figment of your subconcious, return to the sweet ichor of sleep."
Even though she was panicking her hips refused to stop, his head rocked weakly from side to side, "What feels wet?"
"N-Nothing," she lied as the fear of being caught began to get her close to climax, "Y-You're just imagining things! G-Go back to sleep!"
"Something feels... good," he moaned as his eyes closed again.
That did it, being praised for her form sent some weird shockwave careening through her body sending her over the edge, "Y-Yes it does, dearest brother!" she began repeating as her movements began becoming less and less cohesive and more and more wild and her eyes widen.
Then all at once she collapsed.
She quaked on his chest as her lower body contracted rapidly, releasing her from her trance. She was forced to bask in afterglow for what seemed like an agonizing eternity before feeling returned to her legs so she could quickly rise and rush out the room. She stumbled around the halls towards her door and nearly collapsed before she could grab te door handle, but she hadn't noticed the girl staring over her.
"Woah!" Lynn called out, causing the younger girl to look up at her, "What's wrong, spooky?"
She quickly regained her composure by sheer willpower before responding in her usual monotone voice, "Nothing, dear sister," she then smiled causing Lynn to step back, "For once, I think nothing is wrong at all."
She left her sister in the hallway as she entered the darkness of their room and collapsed on her own bed, rather pleased with how things had ended. However, she couldn't help but feel like she had forgotten something.
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Lincoln broke from the kiss, leaving a line of saliva from his mouth to his younger sister's, "Dearest Brother," she cooed with a faint pink blush on her cheek.
He had at some point sat her on the counter while they were passionately kissing and she had her legs locked around him. He felt something come between them and felt a small hand pushing his stomach at the same time she felt the exact same.
"Get a room, you two," a monotone voice demanded, "Your public displays of affection are disgusting."
Lincoln looked down to see a short girl that had similar freckles and hair to his own in yellow and black pajamas, "Good morning, Lupa."
"There's nothing good about being forced to watch your parents try to make another sinful addition to an already hellacious family through another heretical act," she groaned, almost as pink in the face as her mother.
Lucy smiled, "Oh, my dear sweet imp, jealousy truly is your color."
Her daughters brow furrowed and Lincoln winced before he got punched in the side by his daughter, "Ow! What the hell did I do?!"
"Bringing me in to this hellscape of a world only to torture me," she responded under her breath before grabbing her plate and sitting down, head on her arm, moping.
"We have got to get her into therapy to get rid of this Electra Complex," he whispered to his morbid sister as to not alert his daughter to the fact that he knew her little secret.
She smirked, "She inherited her taste in men honestly at least."
"That's what scares me."
"Don't worry dearest brother, I share you enough as it is," she noted as she lovingly rubbed his cheek, "Besides, suffering is good for a young artist. All the best did."
"Sounds like a 'dad'ly prospect," came a voice from the door behind them, followed by a small groggy chuckle, "Get it?"
"Clever Luan," Lincoln groaned, "Sometimes I forget that I'm the dad here."
She wrapped her arms around him and grinned, "I could remind you later if you'd like."
They heard a thump as Lupa's head hit the table. A thin girl with brace head gear followed Luan in, yawning.
"Morning dad, mom, Aunt Lucy," she said as she staggered in, still shaking off sleep.
"Morning Liby," Lincoln responded, sadwiched between his sisters.
She was soon followed by more of his children and their mothers. Stella and Darna were next to enter the room. Lynn and Lacy rushed in from outside with Lynn proudly proclaiming herself the victor over Lacy, her daughter. Leia was being chased by her half sister Lizy with a new lizard she found, the former shouting something about filth, followed closely by Lola, trying to stop Lizy, and Lana, actively encouraging her. Leni was being carried in, still sleeping, by Lyle and Liena while Bed attempted to balance them. Ronnie-Anne walked in and punched Lincoln in the arm before kissing him on the cheek, a usual ritual, followed by Bobby and Bean. Lisa arrived with bags under her eyes carrying the youngest, Lulu, that was more genetically engineered at this point than actual child. Lina came in shortly after her, followed finally by Lyra and Lemy.
Sam and Luna were currently on tour, but even so the house was packed. 14 biological children, 1 adopted, from 11 different women, all living in this modified apartment with him, all thanks to the actions of the woman in front of him. At times long past he despised himself for falling for her whims, but looking at the chaos before him as they all ruined the dining room across from him he smiled, knowing he wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: What a fucking rumpus this was to write. I hope anyone who reads this first chapter enjoys it greatly, because at least one of us will have. The stories certainly not over, I have no idea how long it'll be, but I'll try posting weekly chapters until my brain shuts the hell up. I'm half in the bottle and dosed up to the eyeballs on Benadryl, so my beds calling me for now. Goodnight and may God have mercy on all our heathen souls.