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All in the Life of a Loud	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 11493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no money off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
Some more Tumblr requests. These ones are a bit better developed, in my opinion. All of these except for the last one are entirely platonic family-bonding moments. I hope you enjoy~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Lori and Lincoln
When Lincoln was born, all of his sisters were excited. All except for Lori.
She was a five year old girl, only a week away from her sixth birthday; and instead of talking about her party and what she wanted for her presents, her sisters were fawning over the little pink newborn laying down on mom's naked chest. Don't worry though, she had her gown covering both of them, so Lori didn't have to see her icky brother.
She could see his head though, and he had several strands of golden hair just like herself.
In a couple days, mom decided it was time to let his sisters hold him for the first time. And since Lori was the oldest, she was asked first.
The five year old girl stepped over to her mommy and put her hands out. When she felt his weight settle in her arms, she pulled him to her chest, cradling his head in the crook of her elbow.
She sat down and looked at him. He looked silly. Pink and pudgy. An ugly baby. His hand slowly moved and grabbed her shirt, squeezing it tightly. She sniffed. He was slowly stretching it. Sigh. So, he was going to ruin her birthday and her shirt. That's wonderful.
Leni, five years old as of a month ago, squeezed in beside Lori. And a one year old Lynn was in her lap. Both girls looked at the little pink thing and smiled.
"Lynn, say hi to your new brother."
Lynn, feeling shy, could only wave at him. She put her hand up and squeezed it into a fist, then turned and hid her face in Leni's shirt.
Leni giggled. "Silly, don't be shy. Lincoln loves you already."
Lori sniffed. Does he really?
When it came time to pass him to Leni, he wouldn't move.
"Come on, let go," said Lori.
But he wouldn't budge.
When dad tried to pull him away, he began crying desperately.
Lori grimaced as she looked down at him.
She held a bottle of her mom's milk to his lips and watched as he latched on and drank it.
He laid there for hours, never fussing or crying.
Sometimes his beady, evil eyes would blink open and stare up at her face. And sometimes Lori felt like she was the only thing he was seeing; her face would be his first memory.
Eventually he did let go and went back to mommy, but that first impression never did let go of Lori's mind.
Today, at the crisp age of seventeen, that impression still stands in her mind.
And sometimes, when her brother is very upset or lonely (even in a house as full as theirs), she can be busy talking on her phone and she'll feel a tiny tug on her shirt. And when she turns to scold her sibling, she pauses as she sees those warm, pleasing eyes of her baby brother looking up at her. And it's like he's only seeing her just as he did when he was first born.
She continues talking on the phone. And when Leni walks into the room to grab a jacket, she never questions seeing Lincoln huddled against her side and resting.
Leni walks over and kisses her sister on the cheek, ruffles her sleeping brother's hair.
And as Leni leaves the room, Lori ends her call and looks down at her brother… and she sees him clutching at her shirt just as he did when he was a newborn.
And she smiles.
Because that pink, icky, ugly baby… isn't so bad after all.
She kisses his head and lies back on her bed, careful not to jostle him, and decides to get some sleep herself.
And as her eyes close and her breathing evens out, her mouth repeats the message she's given him everyday for eleven years.
"I love you, Lincoln."
Becoming a Man
The world tipped over as Lincoln fell onto his back in shock. His wide eyes stared up into the blue sky, dazed and confused. His hands were clutching his stomach, where he was in a good bit of pain.
He was sparring with his big sister, Lynn. And even though they'd been practicing the same forms for the past hour, his body had grown weak, his mind unfocused, and her heel landed a solid kick on his torso when he was meant to dodge it.
Suddenly, his vision was full of Lynn's smirking face.
"What's funny?" he growled in pain.
She shook her head, her smirk turning into a warm smile as she reached a hand out to pick him up.
"Nothing's funny, Linc."
She put his arm around her shoulder and helped him to the porch.
He grimaced as he sat down on a step, his arms curling around his stomach.
She went inside and brought pack some pain tablets and a bottle of water.
"Here."
He took them and got more comfortable.
Lynn sat down beside him.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
He sniffed. "Like an elephant trampled me."
She snorted and leaned back.
"At least you're not crying this time."
He grimaced worse because, yeah, a few weeks ago he would've been bawling his eyes out. For some reason he didn't anymore, even though the pain was worse.
"The world is a tough place, Linc," Lynn continued. "You may not always have someone there to get you water and pills for the pain."
He sighed. "I know."
He bristled but relaxed when he felt her arm circle around his shoulder, pulling them together.
She didn't say it while they hugged until his pain dulled… but she was incredibly proud of him.
Even as he stood up and walked inside, without help and slightly limping, to get an ice pack, she couldn't help but admire the man her brother was becoming.
Classic Coping
Lincoln's knees felt weak and shaky as he stood just beyond the doorframe.
He felt a warm hand touch his shoulder and he turned his head toward his sister, Luna.
"It'll be ok, brother," she said.
He admired her long, flowing hair, and the pretty dress she was wearing. And yet, she still wore a black choker around her neck to lend some edge to her calm and warm presence.
"I'm nervous," he replied.
She smiled warmly as she leaned down to him, putting her arms around his shoulders.
"So am I, but do you wanna know what I do to help?"
He nodded his head. He was willing to try anything.
She grinned wider.
"I imagine the audience in their underwear!"
He gaped.
"Ewww!"
Luna giggled.
"Just trust me. You'll do wonderful."
Soon, it was there turn to come out onto the stage in the theatre.
Luna stood on the left in a dazzling purple gown; her long hair shimmering down her back; and her white-gloved hands lifting a violin up to her shoulder, a bow to the strings.
Lincoln stood across from her on the right in a white tuxedo with a deep purple shirt and a black tie. His hands shook as he lifted a violin to his shoulder, a bow to the strings.
Luna looked at him as the lights fully turned on them, and them alone.
"Remember what I said," she whispered right as her hands began the opening movement for Antonio Vivaldi's The Four Seasons: Winter.
He gulped and looked out across the audience, immediately locking eyes with his father. And sadly, he tried Luna's advice before he could think better of it.
Eugh, gross!
His anxiety dimmed as he joined his sister in one of the best nights of their lives.
But he'd never be able to look at his father the same way ever again.
Weird Games
Lincoln was strapped to a wall, upside down, with his limbs in an "X" shape. He was completely naked. He tried to scream but the gag in his mouth kept his voice silent and terrified.
He couldn't see anything because he was also blindfolded, but he could feel everything that was happening.
How a woman's nail was raking up the bare skin of his stomach.
How a slender fist jerked on his boyhood, making him cry out.
"Are you feeling lightheaded yet, little brother?" asked Lynn's voice.
And Lincoln's heart froze. Surely, his sister wasn't going to rape him… not after he'd been married to Ronnie Anne for five years!
But his blood was rushing to his head and he had no choice but to play her little game.
He nodded.
"Oh, then I should fix that, shouldn't I?" that sinful voice exclaimed.
But instead of flipping him right side up, that hand gripped his boyhood harder… started to stroke him and make him writhe against his ropes.
Then, he felt it… a sweltering heat beginning to engulf him, and he couldn't help it… his hips jerked toward that fire, and in an instant he heard his sister's voice cry out in pleasure.
"Mmm~! I bet Ronnie Anne wouldn't let you fuck her without a condom~" she said as she started thrusting her hips against him.
He tried to yell through the gag… tried to tell her to stop… but he couldn't. She wouldn't listen either way.
She just kept pumping him. In and out. Her pussy gripped him tightly, refusing to let him go. Rippling around him, squeezing him, begging him to cum inside her.
And he did just that. Jerking his hips in little spasms, he unloaded inside his sister as she cried out in beautiful agony.
Lynn, her pussy still full with her brother's sexy love, turned her flushed face to the fourth wall and blew a kiss.
"That is how you cuck somebody~"
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