A/N: Whelp, we're finally to the point I knew we'd get to where it's only feasible for me to update this on days off. Weekend and holiday updates will mainly be the move going forward. The next 6 or so chapters are going to be very slice of lifey moving on to Stella joining and Leni's pregnancy so I hope you'll enjoy.

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Lynn had slept in Lincoln's bed the night prior, getting a rare chance for some alone time with him... so of course he knew his morning would be like this. Shirtless and on the ground with Lynn on top of him in Jersey shorts and a Sports bra, short hair tied in a small ponytail.

"Come on, Stinkin! I want at least ten more!" she demanded straddling his bare back.

"Is that it?" He boasted as he pushed off the ground, lifting her up, "I'll do you 10 better."

Lynn grinned, "Oh? My little brother getting a little cocky?" she whistled, "Lacy!"

Lincoln looked to the door as his daughter came running in, "More weight!" She shouted as she jumped on her father's back causing him to groan.

"You cheating little-"

"Awe, what's a matter lil bro? Can't take a little extra weight?"

"A little?" He groaned, "She weighs as much as a horse!"

"Hey!" his daughter growled, "What's that supposed to mean?! I'm only 120 pounds!"

"Small horse," he joked.

"You could always admit you're still just a weak little boy," Lynn offered, "And that I'll always be better!"

"Oh, you're on!" he grinned as he pushed off the ground again "32!"

Up and down he went, his daughter and her mother on his back, Lacy looked on in amazement as her father lifted them both up, not seeing her mother lick her lips watching him struggle to prove her wrong.

"45!" his arms were wobbling, but his pride was still intact, he had promised fifty, and dammit he was going to get there.

"Looking a little shaky, Stinkin," Lynn taunted.

"46!"

"Come on, you don't want to look week in front of your daughter do you?"

"47!"

"Come on dad!" Lacy cheered, "You got this!"

"48!" He was straining, his skin was turning red.

Lynn grinned, "If you fall at 49, I'm never going to let you live it down."

"49!" He went as low to the ground as he possibly could, not willing to give Lynn any ammo against him to say he was cheating.

"Come on! 1 more!" Lacy demanded, hoping up and down.

Lincoln groaned as his daughter did this, "Not helping, Lace!" his arms were quaking as he pushed with every ounce of strength he had left until his elbow joints locked in place, "50!"

"Right on, dad!" Lacy hoped off of him and ran around him, "50 push ups!"

"With a combined weight of almost 300 pounds might I ad," Lynn moaned a little as she bit her lip, Lincoln laying face down on the ground, "What's wrong? Too much for you?"

"Bite me," he mumbled.

She nipped his neck, causing him to yelp, "Lynn!"

"What?! You think I'm going to turn down an offer like that?" She giggled sensually, "I may not be spooky, but I've never turned down a good cut of meat in my life..."

"Lacy's right there!" he growled as his daughter ran around them.

"Then don't tempt me, dummy," she teased as she gently rubbed his shoulders, causing him to moan, "Now quit complaining, or I'll stop."

"Keep rubbing like that and you can take a chunk out of my shoulder in front of whoever you want..." he acquiesced as his muscles melted into her hands and he hissed in pleasure, "I'm so happy we took those sports massage classes."

"Yeah!" Lacy agreed as she hugged her mom, "Mom gives the best post workout massages!"

"You'll get no arguments from me," Lincoln agreed.

Lynn leaned down to his ear, "That's not my best kind of massage though, eh lil bro?"

Lincoln gently elbowed her in her abs, causing her to giggle, "Lynn?!"

"Mom gives other kinds of massages?" Lacy asked tilting her head.

"Lynn!" Lincoln growled.

She laughed in response, "I'll tell you when your older, sunshine."

Lincoln rolled his eyes in displeasure causing her to gently kiss him on his cheek. He knew that Lacy had no idea what they were talking about. Out of all his kids she had to be the most innocent. At the very least she was tied with Bobby. He remembered of all the kids she was the one who most readily accepted him as a father rather than an uncle, as well as the one who approached him first with her knowledge on their relationship. Jumping into his arms calling him daddy granted him the joy he wouldn't afford himself. It was her innocence that led to his other daughter's acceptance as well. She was one of the ones he wanted to keep innocent for as long as humanly possible, ironically the child of one of the least reserved women in the house.

She was innocently smiling at her father as she laid next to him, staring into his blue eyes with her own, "Dad, you coming to my game today?"

He smiled, "Of course I am, sunshine," he looked up briefly, "Which one is it today?" He yelped as Lynn put too much pressure on one of his arms for his lack of attention to their daughter's schedule, "What?! You put her in every sport possible, even some I can't pronounce, how am I supposed to keep up with all of them?!" she did it again earning another yelp, "Lynn!"

"Hey!" Lacy crossed her arms, "Ease up on dad! He has to worry about all of us!"

"Thank you, Lace," Lincoln sighed in relief... and Lynn put pressure on him again.

"No excuse," her mother growled, "We're the most important."

Lacy sighed, "Mom," She stood up and dusted herself off, "It's a soccer game dad"

"Of course I'll be there, Lacy," Lincoln decided the best course of action after agreeing was to remain silent lest he lose use of both arms for the week... until a call of, "Dad!" rang through the house.

"Yeah?!" he called back, still face down on the floor.

"I need your help!" came Reina's voice ringing up the stairs.

"What is it?!"

"I need some help with my stupid board! And I skinned my knee!"

"Ronnie can help her," Lynn growled.

Lincoln smiled and rolled his eyes, standing up, sitting her gently on the ground, pouting as she watched him walk to his door, "Coming, Jelly Bean!"

"Dad! Can I help!" Lacy asked as she jumped up.

He smiled and ruffled her hair, "Lacy, you know your sister. If you help her she'll mope all day."

"Awe," Lacy sighed and crossed her arms, "Fine..."

Lynn sat on the ground pouting. If passionate was the best word to describe Lucy, intense would be the best way to describe Lynn. Possessive, jealous, competitive, all of these and more described Lynn's personality. She couldn't stand being snubbed, though it happened all the time. She was the best, number 1 in many things, a record holding Olympic women's softball and wrestling double gold medalist, so why couldn't she win here? It ate at her every day, but then she had her time with him. He would make it up to her every time though, and she'd be back to square 1. Loving him and wanting to keep him all to herself, only to have to relinquish him again. But for now that jealous rage was beginning to bubble again.

Lacy stared at her mother, knowing that look better than anyone, she went to her mother and hugged her, "Don't worry mom," her mother smiled and returned the gesture, "He said he'd be there, so he will!"

"He better," her mother responded narrowing her eyes at the vacant door, "Or your next game will have to accommodate wheelchairs."

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Highschool was an interesting place for Lincoln and his crew. In some ways it felt the exact same, same friends, same problems, same crappy food. But on the other hand it seemed so... final. Sure, he was just a freshman, but time seemed to fly by far faster than it did before. Soon he would graduate... then what? Would him, Clyde, Rusty, Stella, Kara, Zach, and Liam all stay in touch? He didn't know, but that was a future him problem. Present him was focused on sacrificing every moment he hadn't already sold to his sisters... especially four of them... on spending time with his friends.

"It's like a massive moving convention! Like Comicon or Gamescon, but all rolled into one!" Kara, the second girl with shoulder length brown hair and caramel skin in his group explained.

The young tan girl was currently gushing about a convention that was set to be held nearby her parents comic and game shop, hosting the people behind both Ace Savvy and David Steele at separate kiosks, promoting the comic as well as some games that were coming out based on them.

"Those things cost a lot of money, though," Zach, his short somewhat nerdy friend complained as he pushed up his glasses, "Where are we going to get that kind of cash on short notice?"

"We could get after school jobs!" Clyde, his best friend since kindergarten suggested as he scratched the back of his freshly faded hair.

"Not enough time," Stella, his tall Filipino freckled friend stated as she leaned against the locker, "It's in a week."

"A job that gives tips maybe?" Liam, his shorter redhaired friend suggested.

"Six kids getting hired all at once? No chance," Kara sighed, "I mean... I'll have enough money thanks to mom and dad... but not for all of us."

Unbeknownst to them Lincoln had pulled out his wallet and began counting as they talked, "80... 100..."

His taller redhead friend Rusty raised a finger, "We could-"

"No," all his friends quickly said in unison.

"Dang it, guys! You haven't even heard the idea yet!"

"No but it's your idea," Zach noted, "Sorry bud, but hard pass."

"500... 520... 540..."

"So what are we going to do then?" Clyde asked.

Stella looked over to Lincoln, whose back was turned to the group, "What you doing, Linc?"

"840... I think I have enough... as long as Lynn doesn't force me to take her out eating again," he quickly handed 120 dollars to each of his friends, "Here, this should at least get us in, pay me when you can, but with this we should be good!"

They looked at the money in their hands briefly, then back at the boy who handed it to them before cheering, "Awesome!"

"Where'd you get all this Lincoln?!" Clyde ask as he stared at the small wad of 20's in his hand.

"Luna sometimes asks me to help her band set up at gigs around town. She only gives me like 10% of what they make but it still ads up," He stated leaving out a crucial second payment she also gives him... although he's not certain if that's more for him or her and Sam.

"Holy shit dude!" Rusty gasped as he counted again, "I can't believe you were hiding this from us!"

"I mean... I'm not just going to casually throw out that I have money in my wallet. Seems like a weird thing to brag about randomly."

"This why you've been buying comics in bulk lately?!" Kara asked as she slid the money in her pocket.

"Well... yeah actually. Anything that doesn't go to..." he froze thinking about how to word dates with his sister before settling on, "... house stuff... goes to my collections."

"You are putting some of this back, right?" Clyde asked as he cocked an eyebrow.

Lincoln shrugged, "Sure?"

Stella hugged Lincoln, "Linc! This is awesome!"

Lincoln laughed nervously at the excited display of affection, "Yeah dude!" Rusty agree going in causing Lincoln to lift his fist at his friend, "Point taken, seriously though! Thanks!"

"No problem. Like I said, pay me back when you can."

"Lincoln," Clyde sighed, "You really should start saving this... you never know what-"

"Clyde, seriously man, don't worry about it, Luna's not just going to stop playing tomorrow, I'll start saving after the con..." he then mumbled under his breath rapidly enough so that none of them could hear it, "and as soon as my other sisters stop spending my money..."

It was all a relatively harmless exchange... save for the one person watching hanging out with her friends down the hall. Lynn was gripping a tennis ball hard enough to squeeze it through her fingers and glaring at the girl embracing her brother. She had told Lucy she would look out for Lincoln at school, and that's exactly what she intended to do... and to keep other harpy's away from him. She had a bad feeling about the Stella girl. Ronnie was enough of a threat at the distance she was. She didn't need another temptress so close to her brother at home. It made it worse that today was her day... and there she was, seducing her brother, her Lincoln, in front of her.

"What do you think Lynn?" Margo asked.

"Huh?! Oh! Yeah sound's great!" Margo tilted her head, "Errr... sorry that happened?"

Her friend snickered, "You okay, Lynn?" she asked.

"Yeah I..." She glanced back at the lockers where her brother was, seeing him and his friends were gone, "Guess I kinda spaced there for a moment."

She narrowed her eyes as Margo went back to talking, slamming her locker door in frustration, following her friend down the hall.

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Lincoln, a perfectionist by nurture, was bad a losing time when he was involved in things. It shouldn't be a surprise that minutes turned into hours as he worked on his daughter's skate board with her. What had started as a wound cleaning and dressing and a loose wheel, that had caused his daughter to wipeout on the sidewalk, repair turned into an axle change, a rebalancing, a waxing, and an oiling so the board would roll better. Reina watched in awe as her father worked, tongue sticking out of his mouth, doing everything he could to make sure her ride was perfect, which he finally felt it was. He wiped the sweet off of his forehead and handed his daughter her board.

"Go on sweetheart, try that on for size!" he beamed as he handed her the board.

She rolled the wheels on her hand, feeling how easily they glided, "Wow, thanks dad! I'm gonna go show mom!" she ran out of the room yelling for Ronnie.

He smiled and looked up at the clock, "Noon... Still got a few hours before Lacy's ga-"

"Dad!" he heard a frantic shout from upstairs, "Something's wrong with my computer!"

He sighed, "Coming Loan!"

This tug of war would continue for a while. Updating drivers and defragmenting Loan's hard drive, as well as a virus sweep from all the, 'files,' she had downloaded, causing her to blush when she realized her dad knew exactly where she hid them, earned him a hug when the computer ran better than it had prior to her download. He helped Liena with a weevil problem on her tomatoes, helped Lina and Lemy restring their guitars, helped Darna out of the closet... again, and even hunted for monsters with Lizy in the basement after hearing a strange moaning, the monster turned out to be Lucy snoring much to her embarassment and Lincoln's amusement. Eventually he would have a second to look up at the clock... seeing the 5pm staring back at him. 30 minutes late... and he still wasn't out the door.

"Dang it," he slapped his forehead, "Lynn's going to kill me this time..."

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Lincoln knew something was wrong as soon as he showed up to Lynn's basketball practice at the end of his day. After every shot, every pass, every fake a blood chilling glare was cast his way. Even her teammates could tell she was playing far more aggressive.

"Good lord, Lynn, chill," Margo panted, "It's just a practice game, save some for the real game!"

"If she's doing this to her team I'd hate to see what she's got in store for the sharks next week," one of the girls whined picking herself off the ground after being on the receiving end of a push.

They had no idea that the aggression was the result of her intense jealousy of a girl who had yet to place hands on her brother, but it didn't matter. All they saw was the raging storm that was Lynnsanity... until the tempest wind of Lucy arrived to blow her away from shore.

"Lynn," a monotone voice caused her to spill the sports drink she had gone to the sidelines to retrieve.

"Don't do that, spooky!" she growled, "I'm already worked up enough! How'd you even get here so quickly anyway?!"

"Mortician club ended early on account of no deaths, and I could tell," the younger girl nodded, "What's troubling you, dear sister?"

"That... girl," Lynn growled as she crushed her bottle, "She's a problem."

"Which girl would that be?" Lucy asked, tilting her head.

"Stella..."

"This again?" Lucy sighed as she slapped her forehead, "Lynn we've been over thi-"

"The little tramp hugged him in the middle of the hall," she growled.

Lucy froze at this, "Do you know why?"

"No clue... I saw Lincoln hand something to her and the others and she just... right in the middle of the damn hall," Lynn through her crushed bottle against the floor.

"Have you spoken to dearest brother about this? It's possible there's a reasonable explanation behind this."

"No!" Lynn growled, "No excuses! He has us!"

"Sigh," Lucy groaned, "Dear sister... please think before you act.

"Oh I've done enough thinking," she stated as she walked away, "It's time for action."

She approached her brother who was nervously smiling, "H-hey Lynn, great job out th-"

He was cut off by her grabbing his collar and dragging him away. He looked at Lucy as they passed for some assistance, but all she could do was stare as her older sister dragged him away.

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Lynn was grumbling to herself on the sidelines as Lacy happily dribbled the ball around the opposing girls. She passed it over to one of her teammates who managed to kick the ball towards the goal only to be stopped by the goalie snatching the ball out of the air. The coach blew the whistle to signal stoppage in play and Lacy ran to the sidelines where her mother stood to grab a drink.

"Is dad here yet?" Lacy asked as she downed a cup of water from the cooler.

"No," she growled, "He's not..."

"Settle down mom, he'll be here!"

Always the optimist, unlike her mother, bringing a smile to her face, "I'm glad you're so sure, sunshine..."

The whistle was blown and Lacy ran back to her center position, ready for the goalie's throw. The Goalie lobbed the ball upwards to the opposing team, they managed to get halfway up the field before Lacy managed to sneak under their center to block an incoming pass from their right full back to their right winger. Lacy swapped positions with the Playmaker, leaving her and her teams striker neck to neck. The holding midfielder was swiftly danced around leaving just the left fullback keeping them from being offsides.

The best way to describe Lacy's sportsmanship in contrast to her mothers would be to make a comparison. If Lynn was Michael Jordan, a star on every team she played, the spotlight directly focused on her at any point in time, Lacy was Larry Bird. Most of the skill from her mother was exhibited directly in her, but she had something her mother didn't have, her father's ability to relinquish her spotlight for the greater good. The goalie was focused in on Lacy, knowing she was the best shooter on the team, certain that this would be a goal shot, but was caught lacking when Lacy faked a shot, hitting the ball with the side of her foot sending it to the striker. The goalie had dove for a ball that wasn't their, leaving the striker open for an easy net. The first point on the board was an assist from Lacy.

She looked to the sidelines and grinned, waving, but before her mother could shout in approval a voice behind her boomed, "Beautiful pass, Lace!" Lynn turned around to see her brother standing over her, "Wasn't it, sis?"

Lynn elbowed him, "Took you long enough, Stinkin!"

He hissed and rubbed his stomach, "Geez, sorry... I got busy."

"Too busy for your..." she looked around at all the people watching the game, "niece?!"

He smiled, "Of course not, that's why I'm here."

She turned away so he couldn't see her smiling, she was still mad at him after all.

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Lincoln was pinned to the couch by his older sister, feverishly rubbing her face on his shirt, "Lynn?! What are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" She demanded as she smelled his shirt, "Dang it! I still smell her!"

"What if someone sees?!"

"Don't care!" she grumbled as she rubbed her face into his chest, "No more girls! It should only be me, but I already have to share you enough!"

Lincoln smiled, "Are you... jealous again?"

"Yes!... I mean no!... I mean... Shut up Stinkin!"

"Over who?" he laughed as his sister hissed into his chest.

"That Stella girl!" she growled as she bit him, showing him how red her cheeks had gotten, causing him to yelp in between laughs, "It's not funny, asshole!"

"I'm sorry," he apologized in between laughs, "You're just cute."

"Cute?!" she tried to punched him but he grabbed her fist, she reeled back her other fist "How's this for cu-"

She was cut off by her brother pulling him into a kiss. A gentle, loving kiss that diffused all of her anger. She pressed her lips into his, little protest given as he gently massaged her lips with his, releasing her with a small smacking noise from their lips parting.

"I'm not going to leave you," he stated as he wrapped his arms around her, "I live here after all... not like I have anywhere else to go."

She pouted looking up at him and began her empty threats, "You... you better not... I'll break your legs..."

He rolled his eyes, "Alright I was wrong... you aren't cute, you're downright adorable," he kissed her forehead, "besides, you know me... I can't leave my sisters alone. Don't worry so much."

She turned her head to the side and smiled. She hated how easy she was for him to crack, but she couldn't stay mad at her little brother... regardless of how much she wanted to. She scrambled to get off of him as they heard vanzilla pull up and their younger siblings entered the house, their mother close behind. The rest of their day was spent watching sporting events on TV, Lynn still occasionally rubbing herself against him to try and get the young girls scent off of him much to his amusement. Eventually the cycle would start again when he told them he was going to an expo with her and his other friends, of course she only heard her, and she would spy on them the entire time their as well. She knew then that Stella was going to be competition... she just didn't expect the outcome that they got.

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"5 and 0!" Lacy cheered as they got home.

"And two of them were yours, sunshine," her mother reminded her, scooping her up in a hug, "I'm so proud of you!"

She rolled her eyes smiling, "Mom, that's not what matters, what matters is we won!"

"Technically, counting assists, all of them were hers," Lincoln noted.

"Late people don't get an opinion," Lynn chided.

"Oh come on," Lincoln sighed, "They didn't even start scoring until I got there."

"Not the point!" She shot back.

"Give it a rest, mom," Lacy sighed, "I told you he'd be there and he was."

She smiled at her daughter, "Run along Lacy, me and your, 'uncle,' have to talk."

Lincoln rubbed the back of his neck at the stabbing comment and Lacy shook her head as she ran upstairs to look for Lupa and Liby. Lincoln expected what happened next, doesn't mean being pinned up against the wall by his shorter sister damaged his pride any less. He was avoiding her gaze as she stared at him.

"Which one of those tramps were you with?!" she demanded, "They all knew she had a game tod-"

"It was my kids," Lincoln corrected her, "They all had shit go wrong with their stuff, did you just want me to leave them hanging?"

"Bull!"

"You can confirm it with them if you want, Reina's skateboard needed tuning, Loan's computer crashed from all the..." he stopped short of saying porn, "games she'd been downloading, Liena's garden was infested, Lemy and Lina popped their guitar strings, Darna got stuck... again, and Lizy was convinced there was a monster in the basement... It was Luce... so I guess she was half right?" She stared deep into her brother's eyes, and sucked her teeth looking away blushing, she knew he was telling the truth but she didn't want to see his stupid smirk when he realized she did, "You're adorable."

"Shut up, I'm not letting you off that easy," He kissed her on the lips, "I'm not a teenager any more," he kissed her neck, "You can't just..." he wrapped his arms around her and began gently messaging between her shoulder blades, "It was our daughter's-"

"Oh, so I'm not uncle Lincoln anymore?"

"B-bite me!" She spat, he complied gently nipping her collar bone, "Lincoln?!"

"Revenge for this morning," he teases as he gently kissed her collarbone.

"Y-you listen to me when I-"

"You want to sleep in my room again tonight?"

She froze at the offer, two nights in a row? How could she turn that down? She nodded slowly and he picked her up. The board was wiped clean again. He grinned as he carried her up the stairs. Lynn was intense, sure... but thank God she was also easy to crack.