A/N: Wasn't expecting to be writing again so soon, but I'm bored and got a good amount of time so I figured what the hell, might as well continue what I started. A little bit of housekeeping first. Feel free to skip this as usual if none of it interests you

1. The first three chapters are going to be Lucy centric, the reasons will become clearer as time goes on, but I'm basing a lot of this, believe it or not, after some stuff I learned from my line of work. Not to go into detail too far but let's say it's psych adjacent and leave it at that. It's also going to be rule of 3s for most of the girls and other events as the story goes. I actually have a storyboard laid out for this so I know where it's beginning and where it's ending, as well as some of the more fantastical aspects that can easily be written off later on, so be prepared for large chapters with relatively close updates. Which brings us to:

2. Feel free to use this story however you want. I've gotten a couple of PMs and one not so PMs about collaborations and, to be honest, that stuff is somewhat unnecessary given the situation. If you like it, I'm happy. I'm writing it mostly for peace of mind from an (obvious) burner account as I've done with some other stories for different series in the past. Who knows? maybe you've read something of mine and will notice some of my writing habits as time goes on, but I'm not an internet fame hog, so if you're an artist and want to give your spin on my story, have at it. Don't expect an exclusivity deal from me or something like that, because the property I'm using is owned by Nickelodeon in the first place, but if you find a way to make money off of my story I'm happy for you. Only thing I ask is just link to the story so that way people know where it came from.

3. I enjoy feedback of all kinds, so don't be afraid to review. I write as a hobby, so critiques are always welcome. So an allowance for my first good critique. I had sifted through a lot of older fan art and I didn't know about the Bean thing to be honest. I knew that her real name was Reina, just like Bobby Jr.'s is Robert, but Bean to me is a cute nickname for a child from past experience. I'm Mexican IRL and I actually had a cousin that's father called her Bean because she was a complete tomboy and he said she was impossible to nail down, she was his "little jumping Bean," as he put it. I saw a lot of the stuff in a mixed bag over a few months of browsing back to forth from the end of lists to the beginning of lists, and reading random fanfics in no particular order because it's how I build a collage of ideas in my mind. I did notice a lot of the art dropping the 'bean' bit. But it reminded me of my cousin, as does her tomboyish personality, so I kind of couldn't help it. I probably will cycle between the two at will, situation depending, and honestly just planned to make it a nickname that Ronnie gave her for the same reason my uncle gave it to my cousin.

As for Lulu it's more of just a personal head canon that Lisa has experimented with her genes further after the superpower thing. I mean, Lisa experimenting on her daughter after the fact really doesn't seem that farfetched given the anomaly that she is in the first place, given how she treats the rest of her family sometimes (especially Lincoln). I reread it and realized that it sounded like it implied that she was entirely designed by Lisa which wasn't really my intention though, so don't worry, the radiation thing is still going to come into play. Otherwise I'm happy you enjoyed the way it's structured, the intermittent future and past story telling is one of my favorite tools to utilize in these stories to provide context and long term character development as well as introduce plot elements that eventually get explained. It is sorely underused in my opinion. It is mostly going to be about the Loud Siblings and their relationships more so than what came from them, with a little bit of the kids sprinkled in to give some context to other things, such as Lincoln's fears and thought process, so I'm happy we whole heartedly agree on that aspect.

Now, thats enough from me, on to the story.

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Breakfast was over almost as quick as it had begun, so the daily war began. Something Lincoln was long since used to, even since he was a child, the directional pulling of his attention. His son's were usually able to help him with his daughters, depending on his work loud and the type of attention they needed. Anything physical or help fixing something? Go ask Lemy, always eager to prove his strength and machismo. Need some apathy and nuance? Bobby Jr, named after his uncle, was an easy out and decent shoulder to cry on. Need honesty and intelligence? Lyle, ironically the second child of the bubbly Leni, was your go to. Of course sometimes that would backfire catastrophically and Lincoln would have to step in, but most of the time using them he could dodge the smaller issues in anticipation for the inevitable large ones that required a father's touch. They really were his sons, which sometimes worried him greatly.

Perhaps because of... what happened in his youth he noticed a couple... proclivities that unnerved him. Lemy was far too close with his older whole sister Lyra, him and Luna's first child, to the point that they still slept in the same bed. Giving Lyra's personality and borderline obsession with religion he felt that it was benign, but there was still a bit of paranoia in him. After all, as Lucy once told him, "Forbidden fruit tastes all the sweeter." His older half sisters Lina and Lacy had no such boundaries though. Lina was a very touch happy girl, jumping at every opportunity for PDA with her younger brother, much to his chagrin, but she was a great guitarist and would often spend time with her arms around him teaching him how to play with her lids lowered and an obvious smile that became even more so the longer they played. Lacy showed affection much like Lynn did, physical in every meaning. A hip toss into a mount, bear hugs, random gut punches, and the like plagued Lemy every waking moment.

Then there was his younger sister Leia. There was the same amount of age difference between Leia and Lemy that their was between His father and Lucy, and she was equally as manipulative, if not more, and coy as she was. Thankfully she was far less intelligent. Thankfully she was young enough that Lincoln hoped she would grow out of it. But then again...

"Think fast, Stinkin!" Arms pulling him into a closet pulled him out of his thoughts and off balance.

He quickly found himself on the ground, and on top of him was a short, toned, carnivorous short haired brunette, licking her lips, "Lynn! What are you doing?!"

"What does it look like, dummy?" the slightly older woman teased, "Claiming first place before spooky gets another leg up."

She let her short ponytail down. She had shortened her hair greatly to a bob cut since becoming an adult, it always got in the way of higher athletics after a certain point and the hairstyle still allowed her to actively display her femininity to the object of her affections currently beneath her. The cut did it's job to portray her message when she needed it to. Just her swinging her head back and forth slightly was enough to start the blood flow in his lower body even before she grabbed his hands and placed them on her stomach, guiding them to slowly lift a jersey that she wore as pajamas to the bottom of her breasts.

Lincoln gulped, "L-Lynn don't you think it's a little early for-"

"-You to be sucking Lucy's face in the kitchen?" she cut him off as she forced his hands to cup her bare breasts under the jersey, "Yes, yes I do, so you have to make it up to m-"

"MOM!" Lacy hollered from somewhere else in the house.

She groaned, "Not now Lacy!"

"This kinda can't wait!" the young girl hollered back.

"WHAT!" she yelled in annoyance.

"I'm trapped in the drapes!"

Lynn stood up and stomped, "What the hell do you mean you're trapped in the drapes?!"

"I was showing Lemy a new trick on my skateboard and... well... we need your help!"

"Lacy Loud, what have I told you about skateboarding in the house?!"

"Pot meet kettle, Mrs. Dirt bike," Lincoln teased smiling.

"That was one time!" his older sister shot back as she growled before threatening, "You're getting it later Lincoln... Damn it... LACY DON'T MOVE!" she hollered as she left the closet and Lincoln could hear her trailing away, "If you accidently fall out the window, I swear to God, I'll break whatever bones don't myself!"

After she was gone he sighed in relief. This was his second problem. If his daughters weren't vying for his attention, his wives were. God help him his wives were. None of them grew out of the competition for his affection that plagued him as a teen and young adult. If a few weren't working he could manage, if half of them weren't working it was a blood bath, and if it was a holiday it was all out war. 3 of them were almost always at home, Leni, Lisa, and Lana, and thankfully of the three of them the only one who was very, "active," was Leni. Lisa could get in her moods on occasion, especially if a project was particularly successful. And Lana was only a problem when she didn't have some sort of repair project, which in this massive complex was very rare. Not that she didn't crave it often like Lisa, her one track mind would just distract her much to Lincoln's relief.

On the opposite end of things, Luna and Sam were often touring and, for his sake, would often take care of each other. But sometimes their craving for something extra would turn them almost as dangerous to his physical health as Lynn. Lola was always modeling for something, so she was usually in and out and viciously demanded his attention when she was home, and would damn near torture everyone unless she had it. Luan was home half the year and gone on the road the other half, touring with Mr. Coconuts. She was passionate in everything, even love. But she couldn't separate any of her passions, so if he got pranked, in any way shape or form, he could almost guarantee his pants were coming off shortly after. Don't even get him started on April Fools.

Lynn has retired from sports at large and acts as a fitness coach among other things, so she's home every night she works, and she's always on the prowl. Lincoln had gotten used to no corner being safe in his own home after her car was in the parking lot. Stella was a mixed bag. She was really more for hanging out than she was for carnal desires, but every so often she would get into one of her moods and capitalize on the general chaos in the house to isolate him for some one on one time. Ronnie was the most forceful when she wasn't running her store, as she held the title of his official wife, at least to his parents, so she usually could win any fight with the sisters (and even Stella and Sam) by lording that over them.

But all of them paled in comparison to Lucy when she wasn't working in Haiku's funeral parlor.

Lucy, in most of their opinions, including his, was the most dangerous of the girls. She had learned a long time ago how to utilize her almost invisibility, and power over Lincoln via being the first born younger sister, to sabotage the other girls and rapidly isolate Lincoln. She was almost ever present in their complex, a constant threat. Even Ronnie couldn't beat her if she never knew she was there. Explaining to the girls how she's their excuse for Lincoln to remain there without their parents getting too interested would only distract her long enough for Lucy to slide in and grab him, and by the time she was done explaining to turn around and realize he was gone, she already had him in her naked embrace. But she also had another advantage that none of her opponents could hope to top. She was the first.

As she was the first, it was almost as if her and Lincoln had a special bond. So he knew to be on guard for the rest of the day. Like a lurking shadow, he knew she was coming for him. Just like back then.

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Lincoln awoke the next day exhausted, thanks in no small part to an allergy medication hang over, so by the time he rolled out of bed he was already late to the shower. He stumbled into the back of the line with a sigh.

"Rough night, dude?" Luna asked as she ruffled his hair.

"Oh," he chuckled realizing she was the one in line in front of him, "I guess so, I didn't even realize who was in front of me."

"That must have been one hell of a party," she joked, putting her hand on her hips.

"Allergy medication," he admitted.

"I thought I smelled something burning, Lucy must have really been up to some spooky mumbo jumbo last night."

He sighed, "I just hope she's doing okay."

"I'm fine, dearest brother," a voice responded causing him to shiver when he felt her chin on his shoulder.

"Good lord Lucy, it's even worse when you're close," he groaned after steadying himself, "Wait," he stated as he turned and put both his hands on her cheeks, "You actually touched me! Does this mean you're not mad at me any longer?"

She blushed a little at the contact, "I never was."

"I told you!" Lynn shouted from somewhere at the front of the line.

Lincoln rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he then pulled her into a hug, "I'm just happy you're talking to me again."

Her whole face was pink and she was stifling a goofy smile as his bare chest made contact with her, she then silently whispered to him, "Don't worry brother, soon we'll be doing far more than that."

He tilted his head a little, "What's that mean?"

She looked at him and smiled, which caused him a slight bit of discomfort. Why did her smiling give him discomfort? Was he missing or forgetting something? Whatever. Like he said it didn't matter. His little sister was back to abnormal and that's all that mattered to him.

"Oh no you don't!" Lynn hollered at her stepping out of line, "Whatever you two are planning back their you can ixnay immediately! Lincoln already promised to help me with my wrestling today!"

Lucy looked at her sister and let out a defeated, "Sigh. Fine, you can borrow him for the day."

"Borrow?" Lincoln asked, uncertain by what that meant.

"Damn right I can!" she yelled, she was about to continue before the door opened and Leni stepped out allowing Lola in next, "Hey! Wait! I was next!"

"You stepped out of line," the younger twin responded, "you snooze, you lose!"

Lynn looked at where she was standing and realized her error, "Dang it!"

The rest of the morning went normal except Lucy was now exhibiting the opposite behavior that she had been in the prior weeks. She sat next to Lincoln at breakfast, clinging to his arm on the sofa when they watched a little TV while Lynn prepared for wrestling with Lincoln, psyching herself up more than usual given the . Maybe she was a little too close sometimes.

'Is she rubbing my thigh?' Lincoln asked himself as he heard footsteps coming down, breaking him from the thought.

"Alright Stinkin! You! Me! Outside now!" She proclaimed as she pulled him out of Lucy's grasp.

She rushed through the kitchen into the backyard with him in tow. She pushed him in front of her and he stumbled slightly as she took her stance. Her focus was clear on her face.

"Alright, come at me!" she demanded.

"Uh," Lincoln nervously rubbed the back of his head, "Didn't you say you wanted to practice some moves on me?"

This snapped her back to normal for a brief second, "Oh... I guess I did! Then I'll come at you!"

She rushed towards him, taking him to the ground immediately she got him in an armbar and chicken winged his arm behind his back and wrapped her free arm around his neck, arching him into a rear naked choke combo.

"Alright!" he hollered, "I give! I give!"

She grinned triumphantly. She knew yesterday was a fluke, he was hopeless against her! She was Lynn-Sanity! The best there is, was, and ever will be! She will always be better than her dorky little brother! She'll always be number o-

"Lincoln," she heard her mother call from the stairs.

"Yes mom?" he said normally as he stood up with her still on his back, taking her entirely by surprise.

She looked at the ground, which she was now completely off of, then back to her brother in disbelief as her mother continued talking, "Are you feeling better today?"

"Yep, all the swelling has gone down!" he proclaimed happily.

"That's good sweetheart, but you should still probably take another allergy tablet before bed so you can make sure you're good for school tomorrow!"

"Will do!" He responded, wrenching the arm that Lynn was assured she had a hold on into a salute.

"You two have fun now!" Rita called out to them and retreated back into the house.

Lynn let go of Lincoln and stared, mouth agape in disbelief, once again, "W-What the?"

Lincoln turned back around with a slight look of concern on his face, "What's up? You need to practice a couple more moves?"

"I-I-I," Lynn stuttered, "I need to go... do something else!" she screamed as she ran past him into the house.

He tilted his head in confusion as the girl left him in the yard, then shrugged, "Guess I can go back to watching TV."

Lynn had run upstairs and began doing every physical strengthening exercise she could think of, from dumbbell curls, to planks, to squats. She was in disbelief. He wasn't this strong last year during wrestling season. He had to be cheating! That was it! She'd deal with him as soon as she made sure she was in peak form!

Elsewhere in the living room Lincoln returned to bonding with Lucy again. They were watching Vampires of Melancholia reruns as Lucy sat in Lincoln's lap with her hands between her legs and he gently stroked her hair with his head planted firmly on hers. He missed this skin ship. He didn't believe her when she said she wasn't mad at him, but he was elated she wasn't anymore. A particularly romantic scene began on the screen between Edwin and Griselda which caused him to roll his eyes and smile. At least Lucy was happy. Was she shaking?

"Lucy? You alright?"

"Y-Yes, dearest brother," she responded, but the movement didn't stop.

Through naivety or general obliviousness Lincoln didn't realize that lucy was rubbing herself on him while teasing herself with one of her hands that were between her legs, covering it in the front with the other. He didn't realize how wild this was driving her, but she was certain the spell had worked. After all, here he was, allowing her to sit in his lap while lovingly stroking her hair. It was taking everything in her not to turn around and force her tongue back into his mouth where she felt it truly belonged. It felt equally like eons and seconds before their older sister called them into the kitchen to eat lunch. Lori saw Lincoln rush in and begin eating immediately, followed by a somewhat weak legged Lucy who was attempting to hide her panting. This caught Lori's attention.

"Lucy, are you alright?"

Lincoln turned to her and she adjusted herself rapidly before responding, "Perfectly fine."

She sat next to Lincoln and scooted her chair and plate slightly closer to him, which he didn't notice, Lori's eyebrow shot up and she mumbled under her breath, "Literally weird."

Her other younger sibling rushed in and ate with her catching Lynn giving Lincoln dirty looks occasionally. Her older sibling senses were screaming at her that something was off, but she filed it away for now. The rest of the evening was uneventful and after dinner Lincoln took an allergy pill like his mom told him to. He laid down in his underwear and read comics, waiting for it to kick in, unaware of what was going on a few rooms over.

"Ow... ow... ow..." Lynn groaned as her muscles pulsated from over working them.

Lucy smiled while laying in bed in her oversized t-shirt and black panties, and mumbled, "Perfect."

She stood up, startling Lynn into jumping which made her moan in pain louder, "Where do you think you're going, spooky?"

"Lincoln's room," she flatly replied, "I can't sleep with all your wails of pain... ironic, isn't it?"

"Whatever you say, Luce... ow... ow... he's so dead... ow..." Lucy closed the door on her complaining sister.

Lucy swiftly made her way down the hall and opened her brother's door, where he laid nearly bare. He jumped as she threw the door open, smiling at his adorable reaction.

"Jesus Lucy!" he groaned as he exhaled, "I'm too young to have a heart attack."

She shook her head, "No one's too young to feel close to death, dearest brother."

"Okay," he said after an awkward pause, "So, what do you need?"

"I can't sleep in my room," she stated as she approached the bed, "Lynn won't stop wailing in pain and we have school tomorrow. Might I spend the night with you?"

Lincoln rubbed the back of his head, "I don't know Luce, aren't we a little too old for that?"

"Aren't you a little to old to be walking around in your underwear around your sisters?"

He opened his mouth to say something but instead pointed at her, "Touché," before scooting over.

'Dearest brother, you are far too easy,' she mused with a smile which turned into a grin, 'you better be careful, someone could take advantage of that.'

It didn't take long until he was out with the comic on his chest. He was now a victim to the whims of his sister. When she was certain he was asleep she rolled towards him, bumping the table which let loose a familiar scent to her that she couldn't place, and began planting light kisses on his cheek as she slowly wrapped her legs around one of his and pulled him into an embrace. She utilized her hand to gently turn his cheek and allowed their lips to meet once again. Gentle kisses eventually gave way to another session of her exploring his mouth with her tongue. Eventually she began grinding against his hip with her womanhood as the intensity mounted. She began circling his chest with the hand that was on top of it, slowly moving down. She rubbed his stomach, very little muscles forming due to all the intensity he had to endure with their older sister.

"Thank you, Dear Lynn," she moaned into his mouth as she focused on them longer than she had wanted, before making it to her true target.

She began rubbing his flaccid member through his underwear. It didn't take long until he was standing at attention for her. Her Lincoln, ready and waiting for her true embrace. But the time wasn't right, not quite yet. She had something else she had always wanted to do. She was yearning to see it up close, to smell him, to truly taste his essence. She slowly began working her way down his body, kissing as she went down earning little shivers from him as she went down, mentally noting where his most sensitive spots were. Behind his ear, down his neck, across his nipple, his abdomen, finally, she planted a small kiss on his penis through his boxers. As she did she lowered his underwear until it sprung up and smacked her lightly on her check. She gasped a little, staring at what she had been longing for in all it's glory. She could smell his scent there almost immediately, it smelled like the rest of him but so much more intense. She felt like her mind was going blank just from that alone. She looked up to the tip of it which had a little bead of liquid forming, enticing her as it shone in the moonlight.

She gripped the base in her hands as she licked up his shaft to the top. She tasted the salty liquid, pooling at the very tip of his head. It was strangely intoxicating. She took the head in her mouth and began sucking the rest of his precum out of him which caused him to jump, but not quite awaken. She ran her closed hand up his length, milking the rest of the liquid out, greedily drinking it as if she was alone in a desert and this was her only source of liquid. She circled his head with her soft tongue, causing more to form at the tip, and continued her hand motions and suction. Eventually, when she felt bold enough, she took as much of his length that her small mouth could manage. It was around here that her brother began stirring, smelling the familiar smell from the night past. He looked down, only half awake and saw the young girl moving up and down.

"Lucy?" he called once again.

She froze, and looked up at him. The activity had made her sweat a little, causing her bangs to cover only one of her eyes. Lincoln always liked his sisters eyes. Everyone else had called them creepy, but not him. Icy blue was how they were described, but it was more like they were this almost translucent blue, bordering grey, that everyone stated stared through you in to your soul. Even his parents. He always thought that was callous and dumb. He likened them to glaciers. Certainly translucent and a little eerie, but the way they sparkled?

To him her, "...Eyes are... beautiful."

He collapsed back down on his pillow, never able to fully wake up, unaware what he had just done. Lucy had never been told that by her brother, before that time, regardless of how many times he had thought it on the off occasion he saw them, but to say that during this sinful act? Lucy curled around Lincoln an slowly began rubbing herself against his knee as she forced the rest of him down her mouth. She could feel it hit the back of her throat. He would slip in and out of consciousness during random intervals, seeing his sister's head bobbing up and down, feeling the warmth on his member, feeling the wetness on his knee, but never fully grasping what was happening. She was desperately fellating him, she needed to taste it.

"Luce... something... weird," he said finally as his legs buckled into her clit, sending her over the edge causing her tongue to tense along the bottom of his member, giving him the last push he needed to give her what she desired.

She felt as the warm liquid rushed into her mouth, overflowing rapidly, and causing her to cough a little, sending some out her nose. It burned, it hurt, but Lucy liked pain. Even more she liked the fact that all of her senses were being assaulted at once by her brother's seed. It's smell, it's taste, the feeling of it on her tongue, the sound of it sloshing in her mouth, the look of it dripping slightly down her face all permeated through her entire body. She had never felt so... full. Something possessed her to lean into him and look deep into his groggy half awake eyes and open her mouth, showing him the fruits of her labor.

Lincoln's eyes focused only for a moment before she swallowed and showed her empty mouth, 'what was that she had in there anyway?' This was the last thought he had before he drifted off, only barely hearing the last words from his sister.

"Tomorrow night, dear brother... I will have you."

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Lincoln's day had been wild so far to say the least. Lynn had freed Lemy still been working on freeing Lacy while swearing at her for reason's she was to young to understand. Luan had shocked him with a fake chewing gum before seductively sucking his finger acting coy, but Liby and Darna had ended up tripping and getting stuck inside one of the closets. Leni had tried to jump him in the bathroom while she was in the shower, which was almost successful, but got distracted when Lyle and Bed found some fabric she had lost a week ago, everyone else was currently at work or otherwise indisposed, so he had some time to himself. He had walked up to his room to grab a video game or a comic to distract himself for a little while since he had some alone time. But something caught his nose when he walked into his room. He also noticed the drapes were drawn and the blinds were closed. He lowered his lids and sighed.

"Dang it."

The lights went out and the door closed behind him. He found himself once again at her mercy.