Lincoln often described his sisters and his three other wives in terms of predatory animals when they were in the mood. For instance, Lynn was like an alligator, pouncing from murky waters when you least expect it and pulling you under. Luna and Sam were like lionesses, working as if they were a single entity to bring down their prey. Luan was like a cheetah, playing with her food to tire it out before going in for the kill. But Lucy? She was a spider. She would weave webs that would catch anything and everything, leaving them their while she patiently bided her time for a meal to come. Once she snagged her favorite dish she would then eat it and release anything she didn't see as food, which was everything but Lincoln in this scenario, and begin weaving the web for the next meal.
She was an extremely cunning ambush predator that utilized the near invisibility of her threads to set all necessary events in motion for her next meal, "Hey Lemy! Check out this new trick I learned," She hear her niece Lacy before seeing her pull her younger cousin into a larger room that was used as one of the family rooms in the complex.
The floor in some of these lower floor rooms were tile, mostly so the parents can hear when the children were doing something above them they weren't supposed to, such as skate boarding in the house. If she wasn't in the mood she was she might have just stopped them and called it a day, but she was feeling lonely, so sacrifices needed to be made. She watched from the doorway as the little offenders were setting up, adjacent to the two closed windows that had the drapes drawn in front of them, unaware of their aunts presence.
"Okay Lemy, so stand here, next to the wall," Lacy demanded and Lemy groaned, doing what his older half sister demanded.
"This better be worth it!" he complained as he crossed his arms.
Lucy picked up a broom from the corner of the room and waited for the opportune moment. Lacy backed up to the wall and took to steps before pushing the skateboard and jumping on top of it. When she was within feet of Lemy she brought the front of the skateboard up, preparing to ollie. Lucy saw the ideal time to strike and gently slid the broom in front of the skateboard, causing Lacy to fly into Lemy. They were rolling fast enough that they slid into the drapes and tangled themselves up.
Lemy groaned and looked up at his older sister with annoyance who smiled at him sheepishly, "Way to go Lace!"
"Hey! It's not my fault!" She shot back, "That broom came out of nowhere!"
"Brooms are inanimate, stupid!" he spat.
"Stupid?!" She growled, "Oh, when I get out of here, you're so dead!"
"Wait! Stop! You're making it worse!" Lemy chided as she shuffled her arms.
"Hold on, I think I got the curtain rod," She proclaimed as she began rattling it back and forth.
"That's my leg, Nimrod!"
"Oh," she chuckled nervously, "Sorry," they wiggled a bit more before lacy sighed in exasperation, "Damn it... Lemy... I think were stuck."
"You don't say?" Lemy quipped.
They waited for a second before Lacy finally gave in, "MOM!"
Lucy smiled on the other side of the doorway and in a very calm monotone voice stated, "One down."
She hear footsteps a couple floors above her and glided up the stairs to see if it was someone else she could utilize in her plot long before Lynn stomped up the stairs with Lincoln following her a good distance behind, just to make sure his kids weren't in any actual danger. She saw Luan sitting in a chair with two packs of gum, sliding one out of the real pack and chewing on it with a mischievous smile on her face. Lucy knew she was on a time limit again, so she had to hope luck was on her side. Liby and Darna were attempting to get something off of a top shelf in a closet that was notorious for sticking if you turned the doorknob in the reverse direction after closing it. Lana still hadn't fixed it because she figured if everyone in the house knew about the issue none of them would knowingly jam the door. Lucy shut the door behind them, hearing Darna trip behind it, pinning her and Liby inside up against the shelves.
She quickly turned the knob in the opposite direction before the second cry of, "MOM!" rang out through the house.
Lucy grinned before proclaiming, "One to go."
She walked down the stairs to verify Lincoln's, 'Safety,' but was met with Lyle and Bed watching as Lynn managed to get half of Lemy free. Both looked up to see Lucy standing behind them and jumped.
"Jeez aunt Lucy!" Bed shrieked, "Can't you at least warn us before you come down the stairs?"
"Your father once stated he was going to get me a bell to prevent me from sneaking up on him," she smiled, "Speaking of, where is he?"
After Lyle steadied himself he responded, "Him and mom went to go take a shower, she said she needed some help scrubbing her back."
Lucy would have been panicking if it was any one but Leni, so she smiled, "Oh, by the way," she moved over to another room and pulled out some shimmery fabric, "I found this in the basement a few days ago, I meant to give it to Dear Leni yesterday, but alas, I never found the time."
"Oh!" Bed exclaimed happily as her aunt handed her the sheer light blue fabric, "Mom was looking for this to finish her current prototype!" she turned to Lyle, "We should give it to her after she gets out!"
"Better let her know you have it now," Lucy noted, "We wouldn't want it to disappear or," She turned to Lynn who was still yanking at Lemy in the drape, "something else to happen to it."
"That's a fair point," Lyle agreed and looked at Bed through half lidded eyes, "We'd better let her know before those three find some way to get tangled in it instead."
Lucy nodded as the two left with the fabric. She calmly wound up the stairs to the top floor where Lincoln's room was. She opened the closet where her old mortar and pestle were kept amongst a lot of other knickknacks, albums, and familial memorabilia. She smiled and pulled out a mixture of flowers and herbs she had tucked into her corset; Lavender, Jasmine, and Sage. She mashed them up before setting them a light. She closed his drapes and drew the curtains around his room, leaving the lights on so her trap wasn't too obvious. Once she was certain everything was perfect she heard someone clearing their throat behind her, causing her to jump if only slightly. There was only one person in the house that could manage to sneak up on her, so she smiled as she turned.
"Lupa."
The young girls arms were crossed and she was wearing her usual school clothes. Lucy took in her daughters appearance, the perfect blend of her and Lincoln. The freckles, white hair, and her eyes were the most obvious inheritance from him, while her nose and scowl were unmistakably her own. She was wearing her usual black hoody with a yellow inverted chevron pointing towards it's pocket. Her yellow and black skirt was being slightly pushed by her slender legs as she tapped her foot in a disapproving manner.
"You look upset, my wasp," Lucy teased and approached her daughter.
"Stow it," Lupa demanded, "I know what you've been up to."
"Whatever do you mean?" Lucy asked, feigning innocence.
Lucy loved teasing her daughter almost as much as she loved teasing her husband. Lucy saw so much of herself in Lupa, though Lupa wouldn't be happy to hear that. She was very standoffish to both of her parents, and Lucy knew that a great part of that was the resentment she held for them both. The resentment for Lincoln was because of his absence when she was a baby, only truly meeting him for the first time when she was two, and her lack of knowing who he was until the secret was revealed half her lifetime ago, after she had already developed an uneasy crush on what she thought was her uncle.
That was where her resentment began for her mother. Once the secret was out Lupa was still too young to realize the connotations of the relationship, so she thought it was possible for her crush to bear fruit. But eventually cruel reality set in and, unlike her mother, she was powerless to change it. Her mother got her hooks into him long before his naivety faded, but now he was a lot more cautious, not wanting his children to suffer from the same secrets he still fought to keep concealed. It was all pure jealousy aimed at the woman before her. But even then, she loved her parents possibly more than any of her other siblings loved there's, and this extended to her siblings as well. This emotional depth proved that she was truly the fruit born of the tree that was her parent's salacious affairs. But that didn't mean she had to like it, though it gave her the ability to read her surroundings by intuition better than any of her other siblings, thus she was here now.
"You know exactly what you're doing, mother."
Lucy grinned, "All I'm doing is waiting to spend some alone time with your father, what's wrong with that?"
"Not today you aren't," she proclaimed, "It's so annoying watching you win like this every day you're home. I'm going to stop this, right now!"
Lucy placed her hand on her daughters cheek, "and just how, pray tell, are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to tell-"
"Your father? That won't change the outcome, just ruin a little bit of my fun." Lucy noted as she stroked her daughter's cheek.
"You didn't let me finish," Lupa noted before continuing, "I'm going to tell Aunt Lynn. I saw her pull Dad into another room before you snared Lacy and Lemy, how do you think she'd act after finding out that you ruined her, "alone time," with dad?"
Lucy froze and her usual flat emotionless face returned, "Oh, I see. That would pose an issue."
Lupa was now smiling and both were standing equally still when Lucy made the first move, attempting to grab her daughter with both arms. Lupa ducked under her and took off towards the door. She sprinted for the stairs and almost made it before Lucy, who's legs were much longer than her own, managed to catch her by her hood. She would have yelped if not for her mother's hand covering her mouth and pulling her to the side against the wall next to the stairs entryway. Lincoln calmly past her by as she held their daughter, silencing her. After he entered the room lucy began set her daughter's feet on the ground, but maintained holding her still as she ran her hand's through her daughter's hair.
"My dear sweet Hell spawn," her mother softly spoke, "One day you will be a problem for me, but luckily," she kissed her daughters forehead, "That day is far away."
She sprinted past her daughter who also took off after her, but she only made it halfway down the hall before her mother had managed to close and lock the door, "Damn it!" she exclaimed in anger, "AUNT LYNN!"
Back inside Lincoln's room he pivoted after hearing the door slam shut. Before he could fully turn around Lucy already had the lights off and flicked the lock shut with her finger as she deftly moved in the darkness.
"Dang it," he sighed.
She giggled causing him to turn to where she would have been if she hadn't continued moving. He began looking left and right as his eyes adjusted.
"Lucy," he stated in a warning tone, "You're not going to scare me this time."
She was now behind him, mimicking his moves, just staying barely out of his view. He checked the closet, behind the curtains, and under his computer desk unaware of his little sister mimicking his every step. He bent over to check under the bed and began chiding her as he did.
"This isn't funny Lucy, I know you're in here!" he complained as he began standing up.
While he was off balance she pushed him onto his bed, making him scream in surprise causing her to giggle, "Boo."
He pushed himself back on his large bed gripping his chest as she crawled towards him while pulling one of the strings on her corset to release it. She lowered the shoulder of her dress down her arms as she continued approaching him and began pushing his shirt up and kissing up his stomach as she did.
"J-Just be gentle," he begged, realizing that his fate was sealed.
Lucy gently brushed her bangs out of one of her icy blue eyes, half lidded, staring deeply into his as she moved inches from his face with a seductive smile causing him to blush slightly, "No promises, my love."
Their lips met and her dress slid over her breasts as she moved his hand to one of them forcing him to grope it. Soon they wouldn't even be able to hear Lynn screaming at his door. All while the familiar smell permeated the room, just like when they were dumb kids.
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Lincoln woke up, groggily once again, to the sound of his alarm blaring. He smacked it till it was quiet and attempted to rise, smacking his lips, hindered by the weight on his chest. He looked down to see the obstruction, still sleeping peacefully. He smiled and patted her head to wake her.
"Luce, time to get up," he stated as the girl began to stir.
"Five more minutes, my love," she begged.
Lincoln's eyebrow shot up at that, "Okay... Enough dreaming about Edwin, come on."
"Edwin?" She responded as reality set in, causing her to sit up rapidly, "Oh... yes... Edwin. That's... who I meant."
She rolled off the bed and stood almost immediately. She rubbed her throat for a moment, still sore from what she had done the night before. She was still too scared to confront him directly with her feelings, but none of that would matter tonight. It would be then that she would confirm the effects of the spell, or suffer a crushing heartbreak. Last night had given her a taste of what she felt her body had needed, all the way up to the pain that she felt she deserved for utilizing the underhanded methods she had. She meant what she said, tonight would be her last night as a pure maiden, one way or the other. She exited the room and collected her clothing. Needless to say she would have been last in line where it not for her brother's kindness. It really wasn't helping her situation. She took a cold shower to keep herself in check. It kind of helped her decision to do so since her other sisters had already ran the hot water out.
On the other end of things Lincoln was none the wiser. Just weird fuzzy memories with no grounding. Maybe they were both dreams? He remembered Lucy and feeling good about something, but that was it. It probably had to do with how elated he was that he hadn't lost her forever. Yeah, that had to be it. He was in and out of the shower within minutes thanks to the temperature. At least he would be awake for school. It was a relatively normal day as far as he knew. Hanging out with his best friend Clyde, texting Ronnie Anne when he should have been paying attention, dodging Chandler at every turn, and just generally being a teenager. On the opposite side Lucy was working on embalming balances in the chemistry room, writing obituaries, and scaring her peers by just existing with the mortician's club.
The day waned as Lincoln, Lucy, and the rest of their siblings returned to the Loud House. Most of them did their homework for the night, some avoided it, and one already had it done long before she returned home. Soon the sun had completely disappeared, dinner came and went, and bed time rapidly approached. Lincoln entered his room for the first time since this morning with a yawn and noticed something that he missed last night. Lucy's mortar and pestle.
"Huh, when did she bring that in here?" Lincoln asked as he rubbed the back of his head then shrugged, "I better go let Luce know it's in here."
He walked down the hall to her and Lynn's shared room and knocked, "It's open!"
He entered the room with a casual, "Hey!"
"Oh," Lynn narrowed her eyes as she continued her set ups, "It's you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
She sucked her teeth in response, "Nothing."
He rolled his eyes as he approached her, "Whatever, you seen Lucy?"
"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," She mocked rocking her head back and forth every time she said it for emphasis in between a rep, "Jeez, do you talk about anything else? Just marry her already."
"That's gross and weird," Lincoln responded, "Just like you."
She kicked him, causing him to bump in to a table, knocking over the poetry book she had told him was off limits, causing it to open. Lynn didn't seem to notice as he approached it, focusing more on her reps and ignoring her brother. He picked up the book and read the title of the poem before him to himself.
'The White Rabbit in Dark Wonderland?" he scratched his chin, 'What the heck does that mean?'
'The pure white rabbit falls into a dark all enveloping hole
Falling till the light's no more
But a feeling of wonders envelops his soul
As the darkness' pleasure pushes through to his core.
A familiar touch on his skin does she bring
Different feelings behind it makes it new
To his heart, the darkness does sing
A song to mend one from two.
The rabbit struggles, as he knows he should
Her emotions are heavy, though sick and wrong
She would fix them, if only she could
But still she wails her sirens song.
A feeling she, the darkness, shouldn't crave
Laid to the rabbit bare
Should he quit his struggle and relinquish himself to the feelings she gave
What would he find there?
If he ceases in unjust surrender
Granting her what she craves
Would endless pleasure be her render
Or would they both drown beneath her lusts waves?
The darkness would never seek to harm the white rabbit
Certainly she could with her cold hand
Her love for him is overtly tacit
She only seeks to bring him to her dark wonderland.'
He gulped as he turned the page again and again. All the poems seemed darkly romantic, even he could tell that. Page after page spoke on the darkness yearning for the light, something it could never know. He certainly felt it was beautiful, but why did it make him so uncomfortable? He continued reading until he hit his knee on something. He groaned in pain to see what he ran into, only to realize he had walked back to his room unconsciously. He bent down to rub his knee, but managed to catch a whiff of something on his way down.
When someone is hypnotized or under the influence of strong drugs the brain can store those memories elsewhere in it so that the memories can be activated again in a similar situation. Anything can activate the memories; a familiar sight to the experience... a similar sound... a similar smell even. This phenomenon is known as automatic processing, and was something that Lincoln was currently experiencing. All at once he remembered the smell and sound of his younger sister directly in front of him reciting a spell, saying he now belonged to her completely before remembering the taste of her soft lips... then of her tongue. He remembered seeing her rocking back and forth on him, something feeling good, and her telling him it was all a dream.
He recalled telling her something felt wet and good and her agreeing with him... and agreeing with him... and agreeing with him. He brought his shaking had to his forehead as more realizations hit him about last night. Her head was bobbing up and down when he opened her eyes. He distinctly remembered her opening her mouth... and what was inside. Remembering that caused his body to betray him. As he looked down in shock and disgust at his offending member he heard the door open, causing him to jump and drop the book, turning rapidly to see Lucy wearing her ritual robes.
"Lincoln," she cooed as she looked at the book and flicked the lights off, leaving his room illuminated by only moon light, "I don't recall giving you permission to read that."
"I-I um," he stammered as he backed up on the bed, "S-Saturday y-you-"
"-Completed a spell to bind us together eternally," she held up the book of spells, "Apparently it's how great grandma got great grandpa."
"B-but, y-you," she blushed and nodded, "L-Lucy, w-we can't-"
"I know big brother," she agreed, but then she began approaching him, "But it's too late for that now. You can stop this, if you want. But I can't go back."
She moved her bangs to the side revealing both of her eyes to him, they were quivering, "L-Lucy! It's wrong!"
She grabbed his cheeks and smiled, "Then stop me."
Their lips met and she began greedily assaulting his by kneading them with hers. He offered a little resistance at first, but relented for reasons that wouldn't be clear to her until much later. Eventually his jaw dropped, either in disbelief or an attempt to protest, giving her the opening she needed. She quickly began wrestling with his tongue for dominance of his mouth which he relented to far sooner than he would have hoped. She was elated for the time being. She was finally conveying her true emotions while he was wide awake. He was currently a conflicted mess. Every fiber of his being was screaming that he had to find a way to stop her save for some sick part of him that only felt the gentle caresses of a beautiful and admittedly sexy girl.
'Jesus Christ Lincoln! Did you really just think that about your own sister!' he mentally chided himself.
It did no good, he was a boy after all, and he was soon standing at full attention under extreme protest. Lucy stopped when she felt it poke her over her robe. Her eyes went wide as she pulled apart from her brother.
"L-Lucy, wait! I-I can explain!" he pleaded.
She smiled at him, realizing that he wasn't going to stop her, and allowed her robe to open, revealing her ivory skin beneath it. Lincoln devolved into babbling incoherently as she threw the robe off of her, leaving her only in her stockings and arm warmers. He gulped as he took in the sinful sight before him. Her figure was already forming at a rapid rate, although she hadn't filled it out fully yet. She grabbed his wrists and guided his hands up it, so that he would know it better than anyone else. He was sweating profusely at this point, at a loss for what to do. She dragged his hands across her breasts, causing visible goosebumps to form on her arms. She gasped when one of his fingers grazed her nipple causing him to drop his arms. He attempted to crawl back slightly exposing his mid section slightly. She saw this and licked her lips before sliding her hands under his shirt, licking up his torso to his chest. She nibbled on one of his nipples forcing him to involuntarily wrap his arms around her. Lucy blushed and froze when she felt his gentle hold.
This brief respite was enough for Lincoln to take in his surroundings. His naked younger sister was currently in his arms, panting like an animal in heat. He was trapped on his bed and his stomach, where she was currently mounting him, was soaked in something he didn't even want to begin to identify. What the hell could he do to get him out of this mess that didn't threaten her safety? His mind kept drawing blanks and his time had quickly run out, she was staring into his eyes again with a malicious smile. She leaned back and grabbed his pants.
"L-Lucy, you can still s-stop this!" he pleaded, but Lucy wasn't listening anymore.
He felt time stand still briefly as she undid his pants. All he could do was gaze into her eyes. He recalled calling them beautiful the night prior, and he was serious. But now their was something more. Her eyes were practically glowing. They were hypnotizing him to the point he hadn't even noticed his pants were off, or that he was mere seconds away from losing what he had thought he would lose to Ronnie Anne weeks ago, but instead to his younger sister. Only the tightness and warmth snapped him back to reality. She would have screamed from the pain and pleasure if she could've found her voice. Her pale skin was quickly flushed on her upper chest and shoulders as she quivered with her beloved half way inside of her. Lincoln looked down to where they were connected and saw blood. He couldn't turn off his care for her.
"L-Lucy, are you okay?" he inquired, finally forming a coherent thought.
She bit the corner of her lip and nodded, "I-I think I came..."
Lincoln searched his mind for something to say, but all he could muster was, "T-That's good..."
It didn't take long for her to begin bouncing on him. He tried so hard to disassociate himself while what happened in front of him continued, but he just couldn't. Those damn eyes kept him locked in. He felt every thrust against her womb, felt every quiver as her vaginal muscles shuddered, and eventually felt as her lips smashed against his once again. Her rhythm began becoming sporadic as she began to reach her second climax. But something was stirring in him, something he couldn't stop. As she reached her peak he felt as her insides began flexing and releasing it sent him over the edge. Much to his horror he came as well. As the warm fluid hit her she began convulsing as an orgasm unlike anything she had ever felt before. A hoarse, rasping, and strangely silent scream escaped her mouth as she collapsed on top of him. It was finally over, and there was no going back.
A second psychological phenomenon hit one of the Loud siblings that night, albeit this one was far more crudely named. Lucy lay in silence on top of her completely frozen and numb brother as post nut clarity, or more accurately post-coital dysphoria, hit her full force as a wave of realizations hit. The first of which was what had transpired. She had forced herself upon her brother after believing that a love spell that she cast had made him hers already, that she had owned him. How could she have felt so greedy as to control someone she claimed to love. Her eyes became wet as her brain focused on the word greed. She had reasoned with herself that if he truly wanted to stop her, he would have, right? No, not Lincoln. There was no way that he could've stopped her short of slapping, hitting, or throwing her. Something she knew he was incapable of. So in short, he sacrificed himself to protect her. Then her mind focused on another word as tears began streaming down her face, causing Lincoln to thaw and look down at her. Sacrifice. How many times had he sacrificed his time for them? How many times had he sacrificed his dignity? How many times had he sacrificed his physical well being? All for their selfish whims. Now he had sacrificed his purity, unwilling to bring harm to his youngest sister whom he loved. She was now sobbing noticeably. Causing Lincoln to move her face up to look at him.
"Lucy? Are you alright?"
Love. The last word her brain focused on and what he was currently basking her with currently. His love for her was pure, focused on the aspects of protection and nurturing. Hers was a corruption of that, and she had sought to corrupt the very thing away from him that caused her disturbing feelings towards him. She was sensitive, but she had let her hormones rule her. Her lust had now possibly done permanent damage to the relationship with the person whom she loved the most. More than she even loved herself. How could he be looking at her with those concerned eyes? She was a monster. She was now in a full crying fit, gasping for air in between loud sobs and wails.
"Lucy! Are you okay?!" Lincoln was not gripping her cheeks, forcing her to confront him.
"L-Lincoln! I-I'm s-s-so-sorry!" she wailed
He moved as if it was the most natural thing in the world and took her into his arms, but this only made her cry harder, "It's okay Luce."
"N-no it's not! You h-hate me now! How couldn't you?!"
"Lucy, please calm down... I could never hate you... please settle down."
"But I-I-"
"Shhh," he shushed her and began stroking her hair and rocking her gently, 'What the Hell am I doing?' "It's okay... I promise. I'll never ever hate you, no matter... what you do."
She leaned her head against her brother as her sobbing began to subside after about ten minutes before she repeated, "I'm sorry Lincoln..."
He smiled knowing that she had calmed down, "It's okay, Luce. I'm not mad."
"Promise?" she begged as she looked into his eyes.
"I promise," he responded, holding his hand over his heart, "But I am... very confused... and a little disturbed."
Lucy rubbed her nose and let her bangs fall back over her eyes, "understandable..."
There was an awkward silence before Lincoln spoke up, "So... why?"
She looked at him flushed, "I love you... duh."
"Yeah, I kinda gathered that, but I mean why? Since when?"
She bit her lower lip, embarrassed about verbalizing her true feelings, but she forced herself to, she felt he deserved at least that, "How could I not? You've sacrificed so much of yourself for me... for all of us. Even after you discovered my... darkest secret... instead of ridiculing me you began watching a show you had no interest in, just to provide cover in case I was caught."
"Oh yeah," he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, "Princess Pony... I still catch crap for that."
"And yet you still watch it with me," she pointed out with a small smiled, "I guess that's when I might have started feeling... something. It didn't spiral out of control until... it started."
"It?" he asked before he had a realization, "Oh," he then put his hands on his head, "Oh no! Lucy... I... I finished inside, what if-"
"-Don't worry dearest brother, it's safe right now."
He sighed in relief, "Thank God. So..." he nervously rubbed his arm, "was this a one time thing?"
She looked away from him, "I-If... If you won't... accept me."
He saw through her bangs that her eyes were beginning to moisten again and couldn't stop himself, "L-Luce... If you need me to... I-I'll do whatever you need me to... E-even if."
She turned to him with her eyes wide, "Lincoln, you realize what you may be agreeing to, right?"
He made an audible gulping noise and smiled nervously, "Y-yes?"
She crawled across him, causing him to back up again, "Once you open Pandora's box, it can never be closed, you understand this?"
He looked away from her as he scratched the back of his head, "W-Well... I-I..." he lowered his shoulders, "If it makes my younger sister happy... I'll do it."
She once again slammed her lips into his before he could take it back. Just like always, she knew she was taking advantage of her brother's kindness again, but at least he didn't hate her. Maybe she could even get him to learn to love her. She knew this wasn't normal, and she knew it was dangerous, but she didn't care. She would find a way to make it work... by any means possible.
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Lucy was riding Lincoln, seeking his climax for the third time since they started, his hands firmly gripping her breasts. She was biting the corner of her lips as she greedily rode him like she had all those years ago. This was still one of her favorite positions if for no other reason past nostalgia. She moaned as she ran her hands across his muscular chest. He was rising to meet her as she lowered herself. A repetitive wet slapping nose could be heard interlaced with swearing and threats from outside his door. They had already done it in sitting missionary on his desk and doggy over his dresser in front of his mirror. Her eye liner was running from gentle hair pulling, fingernails in her back, and gentle bites on her neck. Her older brother certainly knew how to make her body putty in his hands, yet he had the gall to beg her to be gentle with him.
It wasn't long until it was over and she collapsed on him. She basked in her afterglow, even with her sister banging on the door in anger. She smiled down at Lincoln, her hair cascading across his bare chest, him smiling back at her. Even with all the others around she wouldn't trade this for the world or do anything differently. Sure, she still thought she was a monster for that night all those years ago, but he didn't look at her like one. That was really all that mattered to her.
"Alright Luce," Lincoln said as he sat up, "Time for us to face the mus-"
Before he could finish his sentence he heard his phone go off. He picked it up expecting to see a message from one of his wives, but instead what he saw made his blood run cold. He jumped up and got dressed rapidly.
"Lincoln?"
He turned the phone to her and she froze before repeating his actions.
"Open the damn door, you thieving fucking cat!" Lynn shouted on the outside of the room as she shoulder checked the door repeatedly, "Dammit Stinkin! Why did you have to get reinforced doors?!"
She jumped back when she heard the lock turn. She braced herself to jump on her younger sister as soon as the door flung open. She had her opportunity and attempted to jump over Lincoln, but he stopped her and brought her back down to the ground, holding her still.
"Let go of me! She's got this one coming!" his older sister complained as she thrashed in his arms, "I swear to God Lincoln Albert Loud, You will let me go this instant or I-"
She was cut off by Lincoln holding up his phone with a message from Lori with only two words in all caps:
LOAN KNOWS
A/N: Good god, two over the weekend. I'm happy we managed to get through the Lucy chapters quicker than I thought we would. I'm hopefully going to take a couple days to relax after this one, but I'll be back at it soon.