It was around noon when Lincoln was sitting in the downstairs foyer with Lynn, Lucy, and Leni trying to comfort him. They hadn't moved an inch for hours, anticipating the knock on the door. When they had pulled the kids in to ask how Loan could possibly know that they were his kids... and how she knew she was too? He knew immediately when Lyra and Liby refused to look directly at him who were responsible, but he would leave the why for later. Now he was dreading the where... as in where Lori and Loan currently at. They were all on edge, awaiting the inevitable knock on the door.

On the outside of the house a similar instance was taking place in the car that had just pulled up. Loan had never seen her mother this... nervous. She had smoked two cigarettes since they've pulled up, occasionally banging the back of her head on the head rest. She would glance at her daughter, sigh, and return to dragging on the cigarette.

"Well," Loan finally piped up, "Are you going to say anything?"

"What's there for me to say..."

"Anything!" she repeated, "Why I'm here! Why you never told me about it..." she paused for a second, "Why you hate dad..."

"I don't hate Lincoln!" Lori shouted, genuinely offended.

"You have a weird way of showing it!" her daughter shot back, "You've avoided speaking more than four words to him even after he came back!"

"You don't understand anything, Loan!" Lori snapped, "You couldn't possibly understand what keeping something evil like this locked up for damn near my entire life has been like!"

"So I'm evil?!"

"I wasn't talking about you!" Lori snapped, she growled and gripped the steering wheel as hard as she could, "Dammit Loan, you're the only thing good to come out of this! Why can't you see that?!"

"You have a great way of showing it!" she snapped, "All those years of side eyes, ignoring me, even flat out avoiding me, my own mother!"

"I-I..." Lori froze for a moment before lighting a third cigarette and taking a long drag, "I'm... well aware of how badly I've treated you... I've been trying to do better... I just... wish you'd reconsider doing this."

Loan stared at her mother in disbelief before pulling out her phone and handing it to her mother, her mother stared at the screen, it said Dad and had 10s of thousands of messages, "I'm not reconsidering shit."

"What is all this?" Lori asked in disbelief.

"While you and Robert were paying attention to your favorite children, my father... my real father was keeping me sane."

She saw a lot of messages where she was just telling him about her school life, about her home life, about her. Message after message of her begging him to play online games with her and him relenting with little to no fight, no matter the time of day or night. She would complain to him about everything. From school, to her younger siblings... to her mother. Lori winced when she began reading the comments about herself from her daughter's perspective.

'It's like I don't even exist to her... or she wished I didn't...lol,' one said.

'Now, I know that's not true,' was Lincoln's response.

'She has a weird way of showing it...'

'Lori has a lot on her mind, but believe me when I say that she wouldn't trade you for the world. How could she? You're just as beautiful as her, I can't imagine her seeing anything but herself when she looks at you,' Lori smiled at him defending her... just like he always had, 'She probably just has expectations of you to be as independent and as strong as she was. She always had a problem with expectations.'

She bit her lower lip a little when she read that. His defense of her wasn't entirely true. She did resent her daughter a little, but not because she existed. Just like he saw her in Loan, she saw him. A callous reminder of that night and uncomfortable realizations. She sighed, handed her phone back to her daughter, and put out the rest of her cigarette.

"You owe it to me to do this," Loan stated.

She looked into her daughter's narrowing eyes and nodded, "You're right."

Lori opened the door leaving a baffled Loan to herself, had her mother just accepted losing an argument with her? She opened the car door and quickly grabbed her backpacks full of clothing and consoles as well as her computer tower, not willing to give her mother the chance to back down, unaware of what her mother was currently thinking. Her mother was terrified. Not because of what she had to confront, but of what she might do if confronting it for too long. She froze at the door for what felt like an eternity, but after a deep breath knocked. The door opened and their he was before them, smiling nervously at her. She had always found him cute when he was nervous. Loan smiled a nearly genuine smile with tears welling in her eyes before she wrapped her arms around him.

"I-I missed you... dad..." she sobbed.

His nervous smile turned in to a warm, calming, and fatherly smile that threatened to melt Lori, "I missed you too, sweetheart."

Lori walked past him wordlessly, worried about what would happen if she stayed to long in the presence of the only man to tempt her away from her boo-boo bear.

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Lucy was in a bad way. She had been spotting Lori stalking her and Lincoln, her dearest brother and taboo lover, at every turn. She needed to move quickly. She had, 'borrowed,' something from Leni, it was almost the weekend and she wanted to start the week off right. She knew Lori was close by, so hiding under her robes would suffice. They did their dance before she had guided him in to his own room with an assurance.

"I'm very careful Lincoln," She cooed into his ear, "Now come... my love."

"O-okay..." he relented as she led him into his own room.

She closed the door and blocked it with his desk chair. He watched her, slightly confused at the action, but stayed silent. His heart was damn near beating out of his chest, why did his body have to betray him like this? Why was he already hard?! Was his body anticipating the sweet sin? He could her fabric sliding off, so he slowly looked up away from his own body's betrayal to see the source of the sound. His sister had slid the robe off, reveal a sheer black baby doll that had a slit down the center, separating the see through fabric and accenting her hips and slight curves. Her womanhood was moist and flush, like it had been starved. Her nipples, barely visible through the slightly less translucent black bra, were fully erect. He could swear she was panting as she approached him.

"S-so... h-how do I look d-dearest brother?" She asked as she slowly approached.

He gulped audibly, "I-It... It's beautiful... but where did you get something like that?"

"Leni's room," was the short answer.

"O-oh... figures," he nodded as he tried to avert his eyes.

He felt as the fabric slowly slid over his skin as she crawled up him. He felt her soft hand on his cheek, tilting his head to look at her. She said nothing as they gazed into each other's eyes. She was forcing him to gaze upon her form and drink it all in. Lincoln couldn't believe how quickly his body betrayed him further as his strength failed him. He couldn't stop her as she brought his hand to her small, smooth, and hard nipple under the cloth and lead him to kneading it lightly. He couldn't stop her... right? He could feel as his reason gradually left his body, he hadn't even noticed when she slipped off his pants. Their tongues danced together, back and forth through their mouths. Lucy's cheeks had flushed lightly as they pulled apart, her tongue still hanging limp from her mouth. She dragged her brother to the corner of the bed and knelt in front of her brother... her lover... and began running her fingertips across his length.

He shivered as she began caressing his manhood and gently licking it's tip. He leaned back and slapped his forehead. Why was he enjoying this? What was wrong with him?! This was his younger sister for God's sake. She utilized one of her hands to gently hold his testicles. She felt the smooth skin between her fingers. The sensation of her hand on his most sensitive spots made him quiver uncontrollably, causing her to smile up at him. She stuck her tongue back up and placed it under the head of his cock and began stroking more vigorously. Lincoln gripped the covers as Lucy felt his balls raise slightly. She knew it was coming.

"Give it to me, dearest brother!" She demanded.

Perhaps if she wasn't blinded by her lust she would've heard someone attempting to open the door, the same person who was currently watching her younger brother release himself directly into her younger sister's mouth who was accepting it readily. She watched then as Lucy climbed over Lincoln and positioned herself on top of him.

"L-Lucy!" Lincoln placed his hand up, "W-Wait! W-We can't keep doing this..."

She said nothing, just tilted her head slightly and smiled as she lowered herself onto him, before leaning slowly to his ear and whispering, "I love you... big brother."

He once again allowed her to take control of him. She began grinding against him, with him as deep inside of her as humanly possible. Lori could only watch in horror as her sister rode her brother like a desperate prom date. The sounds she heard Lucy make made her stomach feel tight like when Robert had broken up with her over Lincoln making Ronnie Anne sad. Wait... why did she compare it to that? What else could she possibly describe her disgust with Lucy... I mean with Lincoln... right? Why couldn't she look away? She watched as her sister shed the lingerie revealing her milky white skin to their brother completely. She saw Lincolns face turn bright red as Lucy began rubbing her body against his, making herself as close to him as physically possible. When would this end so she could be free of this horrible scene? The next five minutes felt like hours as she listened to her younger sister cry for her brother as she dug her nails into his back, begging for her sweet release.

Finally it came. She began quaking and writhing as he thrust up deep into her, releasing himself in her deepest parts before she collapsed in her arms. Now that it was finally over Lori ran back to her room. Leni tried to ask her if she was alright, but she ignored her. She was desperately trying to process what she had just seen, how should she approach it... and why she felt so... bad. She was disgusted, of course, but there was something else she couldn't place. She was very uncomfortable and felt like crying. She stuck her hands down her pants and when she withdrew them she stared at the wetness that now covered her index and middle finger. Was something wrong with her?

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Loan was ecstatic being placed into her own room, all thanks to her father. She had changed from her travel clothes into her blue and grey sweats. She was drinking warm tea at the table talking to her father for the first time as an actual parent.

"So, what are you planning on doing?" he asked.

"I don't know..." she answered honestly, "Mom wants me to get out and get a job... But I'm... I don't think I can do that... right now..."

Lincoln saw as her body language became more reserved and he put his arms around her, "Don't rush into anything you aren't ready to. You can laze around me as much as you like."

She leaned into her father's hug, the parental touch she'd desperately craved for her 21 years of life. She heard her mother clear her throat at the entrance to the dinning hall to cause them both to look at her, Lincoln with caution and Loan with malice.

"Don't ruin my daughter, Lincoln," Lori grumbled as she grabbed some of the same hot tea.

"I'm his daughter too," Loan grumbled.

"He didn't raise you," she reminded her daughter as she sipped from her mug.

"And who's fault was that?"

Lincoln cleared his throat to end the conversation, "Lori... maybe she would need a little time to get acclimated to her new house before she starts thinking about that kind of stuff?"

Lori averted her gaze from her brother, "Of course you'd take her side..." she walked past the two of them, "Whatever."

"What is your deal?!" Loan snapped, shaking slightly as she spoke up.

Lori froze but didn't turn around, it was Lincoln who spoke for her, "Loan... it's fine."

"No it's not!" she shouted as tears began streaming from her face, "I'm sick of her treating you like crap! She kept me from you! Even when I began coming to visit for a week out of the year she refuses to talk to you and just drops me off and leaves! Was I that big of a mistake?!" Lori quickly walked out of the room, tears stinging her eyes, "That's right! Run away! I guess I did inherit something from you after all!"

Lori ran upstairs as she heard Lincoln chide their daughter. There he goes, defending her again. She had to get away from the conversation, as far as she could, lest she say or do something she can't take back. She stopped on the top floor outside of a door that unmistakably reeked of her younger brother. She felt like she was in a trance as she approached the door. She opened it and slowly walked inside. She collapsed into his bed and basked in what she couldn't have. The stinging of tears quickly subsided and were replaced with an indescribable comfort. She stood up almost immediately after a brief second. This was a dangerous place to be. She began descending the stairs to confront her daughter and attempt to assure her that her father and her loved her very much. There were circumstances past what she knew that caused her to behave the way she was though. Circumstances that Loan would just have to accept. She heard noises from the downstairs that startled her. She looked up to the clock.

3:10 PM

The Loud Compound was now being invaded with her younger nieces and nephews, and the noise was proof.

"First!" Lacy could be heard shouting as she sped through the house.

"Bull!" Reina could be heard calling after her, "You had to have cheated!"

"Hey! Look on the bright side! At least you're faster than Lemy!"

The mentioned boy could be heard panting behind them, "I *huff* hate *puff* both of you!"

"Perhaps you should just succumb to mediocrity, like you're doomed to younger brother," Lupa monotonously quipped.

"I don't understand why you three always have to race!" Bobby complained.

"Perhaps if you joined them you'd lose some of that baby fat, Robert," Lyle tersely chided.

"Hey!"

Lori had managed to round the corner to see some of the kids looking up to see loan in the entryway of the dinning hall. She had reverted to how she usually was when in large crowds. Her shoulders were stooped, she had a fake smile on like she always had when she was around anyone outside of her mother's house, and she appeared to be trying to hide in her sweatshirt.

"H-Hi..." she greeted everyone, weakly waving... until her eyes met with one of them.

Bobby smiled as he saw his oldest half sister and he belted out an excited, "Loan!"

He rushed her and almost knocked her over. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and ran her hand through his hair. Reina was not amused, putting her hands on her hips.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, "DAD! How long is she staying!"

"She's living with us now!" he called back.

"REALLY?!" Bobby screeched excitedly.

"Great..." the older twin pouted.

"This is going to be awesome!" He howled, "We can play games and hang out all the time now!"

Loan nodded to the young boy with a concerning smile on her face. When he hugged her again, Lori saw her bite her lower lip which sent a chill down her mother's spine. All that she could think of was what her daughter yelled at her as she sprinted up the stairs.

"I guess I did inherit something from you after all!"