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Leni Loud's How to Screw Your Family	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no profit off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Leni
- 2-Luan
- 3-Luna
- 4-Bobby
- 5-Maria
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Author's Notes:
I've endured a huge writing block since roughly January. Most of the things I've uploaded since March actually took me weeks, if not months, to write. These past several months weren't easy for me, and I am barely now coming out of them. My best friend suggested I write this story. He wanted to see Leni hornier than a rabbit and doing her whole family, and motivation-willing I plan to help her do just that~
Flaggette gave me the prompt for this, the title, *and* a whole bunch of support that I really needed to keep writing this chapter. Thanks, man~
As a final note: there's a reference to one of my favorite songs in here. I'm curious if anyone besides Flagg will find it, hehe~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
LENI LOUD'S HOW TO SCREW YOUR FAMILY
Chapter 1: Leni
Just like her older sister, Leni was an early bloomer. When she was nine years old her chest started feeling a little sore and her little buds started coming out. She used to whimper and cry when they'd twinge painfully. And in time, she'd taken to rubbing them with her fingers to dull the pain. It was the only thing that helped. By the time she was ten, her chest no longer hurt, but she continued rubbing her nipples anyway.
When she started to sprout up, her thighs started hurting from growing pains. And she started rubbing them, too.
Her hands moved from her thighs to her stomach. From her tingling belly to her small mounds in her training bra. To her shoulders and her neck.
The more she touched her body, the less pain she felt. And eventually, she began to feel little tingles running up and down her spine. Her skin would heat up where she touched it.
One day she woke up and felt a warm stickiness between her legs. A slight pain was growing down there, and once again she whimpered as she hid herself inside the bathroom. She lifted up her skirt and gasped. Tears instantly filled her eyes as she saw a thin line of blood run down her legs.
Rita heard her twelve year old girl scream for her, and she hurried with her newborn, Lisa, in her arms.
Leni let her in and stepped back on shaky legs. She could barely see her mom through her tears.
"A-a-am I dying?"
Rita saw her legs and sighed.
Leni was going to be the first of her girls to become a woman.
"No, honey, you'll be ok."
She cared for her daughter and spent the next hour with her, talking and rubbing her arms.
Leni crooned and sighed as she held Lisa to her chest... as mom ran her hands up and down her back, spoke softly to her terrified mind.
"That feels good..." she said with a thick voice.
Rita hummed. "When I rub your back?"
She chuckled as Leni slouched into her touch with a deeper sigh.
"Silly girl." Hehe~
Leni focused on the feeling of her warm sister in her arms; on the feeling of her mom's gentle hands on her body.
The more she felt those sensations, the less she hurt. The more she focused on the warmth growing in her stomach, the less she remembered her anxiety.
When mom took Lisa and stepped away, Leni shivered. Not because it was chilly in the bathroom, but because without their warmth she felt cold.
She looked at her mom's hands in longing, and a dull ache developed in her chest.
As a young thirteen year old, Leni took up an interest in fashion... especially in making clothes. Designing and crafting them with talented hands.
The truth is that... in the year since she entered womanhood, she'd grown to yearn for her family's touch. She's become more affectionate than ever before. Hugs lasted much longer than ever before. Her siblings and parents grew used to her randomly appearing and grabbing their hand; her thumb rubbing the back of their hands. She'd kiss them as often as she could get away with it.
But it was never enough. Every time that touch would disconnect, she'd become cold again. Hungrier.
She waged a war in her mind every time she would see one of her siblings facing away from her. She'd want to run her hands up and down their backs. She wanted to press her lips to their necks and kiss them over and over again. She wanted to jump them... but she never let herself do it. It didn't feel right... her mind told her it was wrong…
She needed something... an excuse... anything!
...she needed fashion.
She needed a reason to see Lori strip naked... so her trembling hands can run a tape measurer over her older sister's breasts, down her legs, and everywhere else she could reach.
Leni tried to settle with her little hobby. Tried to settle with just seeing her siblings changing into her handcrafted clothes. Tried to settle with just putting her hands on them in safe areas, when it was required.
She tried to force herself to control the agonizing need brewing in her soul.
And for three years it worked.
For three years her explorations had grown across her own body until she accidentally discovered how wonderful it felt to touch her special place between her legs.
For three years her frazzled mind had convinced itself that everything was fine, while her subconscious was jagged and hazardous like a webbed line of fractures across brittle glass.
Just one puncture in her carefully maintained self control... Just one abnormality to throw her off balance... And her world would open up to new things. Her desires would be freed. Her mind would be lost as her inner demon takes ahold of her body and drives her to do things she never let herself do before.
Tonight, as a sixteen year old girl, she was having one of those nights where you turn off the lights and everything comes into view. She had just grabbed a new set of clothes, a towel, and other things; had just opened the door to the bathroom… and every neuron in her brain kamikazed straight into the heart of a volcano.
Her older sister, Lori was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the basin to fill with warm water. She was humming some nonsensical tune, bobbing her head side to side as she dipped one of her feet into the water.
Leni's nose twitched like a rabbit as she watched that endless stretch of porcelain skin move through the air like smooth honey. The shiver that ran down Lori's spine upon her foot touching the hot surface of the water; the little moan of pleased shock that spilled from her lips… they were driving a stake into Leni's self-control.
It took years of hard work and practice to get to where Leni was right then. Countless hours of developing her strength and determination to not give in, to not do something she'd end up regretting… to not dump her things on the bathroom tiles, push her sister into the tub, straddle her waist, and-!
Noooo, you're a good girl! You've gotta wait and, like, get married… buy a house… have kids-
Good Lord above, when Lori lifted her foot back out of the water, little drops of heated liquid trailed down to her toes, collecting on the ends, and plopped down into the pool. Each wave spreading out and crashing against the walls of the tub much like how Leni's heart was crashing against the walls of her ribcage.
Her nose twitched again. What was she thinking about just now?
Was it how smooth her sister's flawless legs were?
Was it how badly she wanted to brush Lori's shoulder-length golden sunshine away from her neck so she could touch her there, kiss her there?
Was it how she wanted to sneak up on her sister, to even turn invisible, so she could lean around her and look at her front side?
Or was it how Lori's butt was filled out nicely, pressed firmly to the bathtub?
So many sinful thoughts, and so little time to process them all; as they filtered into her mind at a rapid pace; too quick for her to even realize what she was thinking about.
She was feeling floaty, like a butterfly caught in the wind. Soon she didn't know if she was standing or sitting. She didn't know what room she was in. She didn't know anything but the heat in her body, the itch in her skin, and the tugging on her heart to step forward, lock the door behind her, and ravage her-
"Leni! What are you literally doing!?"
Blink. What?
Oh.
Oh, right!
"I was coming t-to take a shower, Lori!"
That was the truth, right? She was gonna take a shower. It's not like it was her fault that Lori was sitting naked on the bathtub and Leni's eyes couldn't help but take a leisurely stroll across her body like a master walking his dog through the park on Sunday morning.
"Shut the door! Lincoln or dad could literally see me naked right now!"
That weird feeling in Leni's chest… that sudden skip followed by a hard thump, like a car that misfired, then fired twice to get back up to speed… that couldn't be good…
Imagining Lincoln leaving his room in just his boxers, his hands flopping by his side as he went to the bathroom to take a leak. Stopping dead in his tracks as he saw his oldest sister, bared before him, on the bathroom tile… As he saw Leni standing behind her, a towel wrapped around her body; the towel falling from her body...
A giggle. A pink blush as her hands did a marvelously awful job at hiding her naughty bits from her only brother's hungry, horny eyes.
"He-he-he, sowwie, Lincy~ My towel slipped from my hands. Would you be a good brother and get it for me?"
Nodding shakily, walking with a trembling step; not one of trepidation, but one of pure hormonal need. He stepped forward and kneeled down to pick it up. He turned toward her, and his eyes were level with her maidenhood.
"What are you looking at, Lincy?"
He gulped.
"Leni!" Lori hissed. "Get out!"
Blink.
Oh!
She hurried and turned around. Taking one brisk step forward, she slammed the door behind her. Her heart running a million miles a second, she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.
You are a good girl. You are a good girl. You are a-
"Hey, Leni! I've got a real zinger for you!"
Leni's blue eyes opened to look at Luan, and a pink blush spread across her cheeks.
"What do you call a guy who's given up on everything in life?"
Leni blinked, and suddenly her sister was completely butt naked. And God Almighty she looked fine~
"A fanfic writer! Ha! Get it~?"
No, Leni didn't get it. She didn't care. Because Lincoln and Lynn just walked up the stairs together, Lynn holding a football and Lincoln holding an ice pack to his shoulder.
"Come on, Linc, I didn't even tackle you that hard."
Lincoln stared at her with a deadpan face.
"Oh, that was you? For a second I thought I was being mowed down by a Peterbilt."
Leni blinked again and they were naked. They were wrestling against the wall. Lincoln was winning, pinning her back with his arms as he poked her down below. And Lynn was letting him win...
"Uh, Leni? Are you alright?" Luan asked, placing a comforting hand on her sister's forearm.
And that place suddenly burst with tingling fire, like someone has taken a vase full of lava and smashed it to the ground, letting the molten rock swim across the ground until it covered every square inch.
Leni twitched her nose again.
No, she wasn't alright.
She was hot. Burning alive!
She was screwed.
"Leni...?"
Leni blinked again, and for the rest of the day all she saw was her family... naked, raunchy, promiscuous... bad.
When she came down for dinner, she saw her mom and Lori standing by the counter.
Blink.
Rita was leaning against the counter with her pants pulled down to her ankles, while Lori had her hands on her butt.
"Will I get this thicc for Bobby in a few years?" Lori asked with a lilt to her voice.
Rita purred as her daughter's hand slipped between her thighs.
"Mmm, why don't you find out what else he'll be getting when you finally put out~"
Leni hurriedly sat down and closed her eyes. Breathing in and out. She opened them again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright, sweetie?"
She shivered when she heard her dad's voice. She closed her eyes and saw him pulling her chair out... picking her up and laying her down on the table right in front of all her sisters, her brother, and her mom... not even taking the time to do more than unzip his pants and push her panties to the side and-
She shivered again.
That's how it continued throughout the evening.
Lucy's poems about moaning in the vents had a subtext of illicit meetings in the dead of night.
Lori's stress over beating out Carol in a popularity contest had her giving out favors to faceless strangers, to win them over free of charge.
Luan stayed up every night masturbating to hidden camera footage of her parents taking Lincoln and Lynn into their bedroom, giving them the "talk," giving them a demonstration... letting them practice.
And by the time she laid her head down and said goodnight to Lori, she knew in her erratic, frenzied, lusty heart...
That her family was going to be just as screwed as her.
And by that she meant a lot, please and thank you~
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