Lina and Lemy were practicing guitar together, hiding from Lyra in a basement storage area. Lemy was having issues setting his fingers for chords and Lina was attempting to help him... with a healthy dose of teasing.
She giggled as he played a sour note causing him to grunt, "I just can't get my fingers right..."
"Relax, Lem," she gently commanded him as she took his hand and set his fingers for him, "You are getting better."
"Why don't I feel like I am?" he grumbled as he strummed the guitar along with her.
She snuggled into his neck, "Awe, poor little Lemuel feels like he's not getting better?" she was purposely replacing all L's and R's with W's like she always did when she was trying to get a rise out of her brother.
"Can it Lina," he growled, "And I'm not little."
"Ooo, big bad Lemy trying to intimidate his big sister?" she wrapped her arms around him.
"Hey!"
"But he's still two sizes to small to fight back," she grinned as she held his arms down at his side as he struggled.
This was a very common occurrence for Lemy, being man handled by one of his sisters older sisters. He should have been used to it now, especially with Lina. Lemy was certain they were all bullying him. Lacy, Lyra, Lina, he even caught flak from his younger sister Leia. But he was Lincoln's son, through and through. Naive, sweeter than he'd let on, and completely clueless at his age. While he thought he was struggling against a bully, in reality the girl holding him was snuggling him close, realizing with every growth spurt she was a step closer to losing the boy she had spent her early life with, traveling the country. While Lyra was far more possessive and protective of Lemy, he was still equally hers... at least in her mind. But maybe not in her big sisters. She cuddled into her thrashing brother's hair, letting her lips graze against the back of his head, unknowingly to him.
"Come on Lina, let me go!"
"Why?" she asked as she held tighter.
"I'm trying to play here!" he tried to stretch his arms out, accidently allowing her to wrap her legs around him too.
"Nuh uh! Little Lemy still belongs to his big sister!"
Luna and Sam's kids were raised side by side. When they were on the road, right before the Loud Complex was purchased, Lemy was around 5, Lina was 7, and Lyra had just turned 13. Unlike Lyra, Lina actually acted like a sibling to him, but it was only due to the recently uncovered truth of their relationship. Then it became natural, like a thing that was missing from Lina's life for the first 6 years. She had siblings, something she had always wanted, and she wasn't going to let them go. Her days were spend hiding away from Lyra, much like today, giggling as the oldest sister frantically searched for them. She was jealous of Lemy and Lyra's relationship, so she made it her life's work to assist Lemy in making Lyra's life hell. After all, she was her sister too, why did she insist on spending all her time with Lemy? Anything, and everything, she did was to try and get attention from Lyra at the start. Teaching Lemy guitar, helping him hide from school work that Lyra was attempting to force on them, whisking him away to her bed in the night so they could stay up all night talking. Jealousy gave way to connection, connection gave way to bonding, bonding gave way to something more. Now she did what she did to have time with him all to herself, but Lyra was terrifying, so she knew she'd have to relinquish him when they were caught... but for now he was all hers.
They both jumped as they heard the door knob turn, "No... not yet!" Lina grumbled as she held Lemy tighter.
The door opened and Lina and Lemy saw Sam at the door, she stared at them and them back at her, Lyra could be heard in the background, "I can't believe her... still with this childish trite... when I get my hands on them."
Sam's eyes shot over her shoulder and then back to her daughter and wife's son and smiled, "They aren't over here Lyra."
Lina breathed a sigh of relief and mouthed, "Thank you," to her mother who gave her a knowing wink and closed the side room door.
Lina smiled as Lemy sighed in relief, "I thought we were dead."
"Oh come on," Lina laughed, "Lyra wouldn't kill you, just me," she grabbed his hand and set it on the fret again, "Now come on, Little Lemy, I've still got a few chords to teach you! Much better than stupid old math, right?"
"Damn right!" he agreed, "and I'm not little!"
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Sam was currently the only person outside of his sisters that knew about his current familial situation. He was surprised when she didn't just accept it, but became a source of encouragement and an active participant. Initially he had chalked it up to her being a pervert, but the more time he spent with her the more he realized the real reason. Sam was a wild child. If there was a rule, it was more than likely made for her to break it. It's no wonder the rock obsessed Luna had fallen for her so hard.
On the other end the longer Sam spent with Lincoln the more she understood his sisters, 'situation.' Was he perfect? Not by a long shot. He was clumsy, a little dorky, and a few tiers above Luna in the straight edge department, but he was self sacrificing, chivalrous, and the perfect partner in crime. Counting the time at the bar Lincoln had protected her from trouble almost on a daily basis. Today was no exception. Sam had become more susceptible to whim as time went on, such as for example skipping school. Her grades were decent enough, nothing below a C, so she felt she should have the right to come and go as she pleased. But there was still those pesky teachers... so that's how she ended up hiding in the men's bathroom... where her little secret lover just happened to be. Now in a stall, locked behind a thin door while Lincoln desperately attempted to redirect the teacher outside of the stall.
"I know that Ms. Sharp was here this morning," the teacher grumbled.
"I mean, she's my sister's girlfriend, sir," he chuckled, "She was sick last night."
"But... I marked her here..."
"It's high school sir, I guarantee someone said, 'here,' just to mess with you."
Sam was in awe of his ability to manipulate both of them out of the situation they found themselves in... but not in awe enough to not be annoyed by the glare he was shooting her. His willingness to protect her from the consequences of her actions told her he wasn't really angry with her, so why the show? Was it to make her feel bad for putting him in this situation? His eye twitched when she started snickering.
"What was that?" the teacher asked.
"Me tapping my foot," Lincoln lied as he looked back towards the door.
"Well, I'm still going to look, sorry for bothering you Mr. Loud..."
"No problem sir," he nodded, "Good luck on your SEARCH?!"
He screamed out as Sam took him into her mouth. She was the older one, he needed to be reminded who was in charge her. His eyes shot to her immediately, bobbing her head back and forth on his now erect manhood.
"You alright, Mr. Loud?"
"Fine sir!" he responded shakily, "Just got a cramp!"
A hissing nose was the response, "Well, work it out and get back to class ASAP... maybe you need to eat more potassium."
Lincoln glared at Sam as she stared into her eyes, smugly staring back at him as she conducted her... service.
She released him with a pop and whispered, "Well... one of us is going to get some."
He widened his eyes as she said that, "What the hell, Sam?!"
"You okay in there, Loud?"
"Yes sir!" he responded, "Just tryin to rub the cramp out."
"Technically, I'm rubbing it out," Sam snickered as she rapidly rubbed him, looking up at him with a grin plastered on her face.
"Really?!" he grumbled.
"Well, make sure you get back to class."
"Okay SIR?!"
Sam giggled as he threw his head back when she bottomed him out in her throat. Thankfully the senior's teacher had left, writting the outburst off as the after effect of the cramp. Sam had decided that Lincoln deserved this... as a reward of course. The glare had subsided into a timid glance as the older girl utilized her natural skills to placate his would be anger. He melted into her pace as she, once again, made him forget why he was angry. She had once again cooled the anger that his sisters had some times endured only for him to melt into her mouth... and for her to stave of potassium deficency in the most carnal of ways.
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Lincoln was standing over Sam, attempting to once again make the rebellious now Loud see the error of her ways. Luna was sitting on the couch with a knowing smile on her face as her brother tried to berate their shared love.
"You know exactly what the problem is!" he growled as the woman in front of him smiled, "There related for God's sake!"
"So? Never seemed to stop you," she joked as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't give me that!" he growled, "You know we decided that it stopped with us!"
"No," she grinned, "You decided that. I say if my sweet Lina's happy, then I'm happy."
"Quit that!" he flicked her nose, causing her to wince, "You're only on her side to spite me!"
She rubbed her nose as she leaned into him, "It's not spite, babe" she snuggled into his legs, "It's all love!"
"Yeah," Luna agreed as she wrapped her arms around her brother, "What's it matter if our Lina loves our Lina? It wasn't the end of the world for us, so what does it matter?"
"It matters a lot!" he groaned as he grabbed his sisters hands, "All the shit we went through, do you want that for them?!"
"That's not for us to decide," Sam stated as she licked her lips, "They have to make their own decisions, we can only love them and help them deal with the repercussions!"
"Easy for you to say," he grinned, "Remember, you two have to explain to Lyra how they ended up in the closet Sam searched."
Both women froze immediately after he said that, long enough for him to break away and move towards the door, "Linc!" Sam called after him.
"Linc nothing," He shrugged, "You two were the ones who okayed all of this, now explain why you helped Lina and not her. Have fun girls."
They both stared at each other as he exited the room. Sam grinned sheepishly as her wife glared at her.
"Mother... Sam... we need to talk," Lyra stated in a demanding tone as she glared at both women.
Gone was that innocent boy she used to tease, here was the man who occasionally played them both like a fiddle, almost like she never thought through her actions... weird how that worked out. They both snapped to the door as it swung open.
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"I can't believe you!" Luna growled as Sam sat in the corner, smiling knowingly, "You ran into the boys room, just because you, 'thought,' you caught white hair out of the corner of your eye?! What would you have done if it wasn't him?!"
"Relax, Lune," She leaned back on Luna's bed, "Our Linc pulled through, he protected me like he should have."
"That's not the point!" she stood up, throwing her hands in the air, "What would you have done if you had gotten him in trouble?!"
She giggled, "So that's the real issue. You didn't think our little Linc could handle it?"
"Of course he could!" she shot back, "That doesn't mean you should-"
She stopped when Sam started laughing, "Oh babe, you should see the look on your face!"
"Don't you-"
"Settle down," she chuckled as the laughter petered out, "We wouldn't love him if he couldn't handle us, would we?"
Her face was beet red as she crossed her arms, "I... I guess not."
"Then don't worry about it," She laid on Luna's pillow, "Any and every problem we have... you know Linc will be there."
Luna sighed, "Just... don't make it hard on him... please?"
Sam laid her hand on Luna's cheek, "I think it's sweet how much you worry about him babe... I do..." she leaned back on her arm, "But Linc's smart... I've tested him... I haven't made a problem he couldn't get me out of yet." She lowered her eyes, "Besides," She began making obscene gestures with her hand and tongue, "He doesn't seem to mind my, 'rewards,' for his assistance."
Luna rolled her eyes, "You think your tongue can solve everything, don't you."
She winked and put her tongue between her index and middle finger, "You want to prove me wrong?"
Luna's eyes darted to the door and back to her girlfriend before she crossed her arms, "I... Okay... fine... but... I'm still mad at you!"
"We'll see for how long," she licked her lips, "After all, Linc isn't mad anymore."
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3 hours, that's how long they had to listen to their daughter's sermon. Their eyes had bags under them. Her wife was glaring at her. But Sam couldn't help but smile. Her daughter's happiness was well worth the ribbing. Not only that, the rush couldn't be compared to anything. Her head down, the grin plane on her face as she passed her husband, she glanced at Lincoln causing him to uncross his arms. She winked at him and flicked her tongue as she passed.
All he could do was sigh and grumble, "Loud women."