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Grow, Adapt, Overcome.	By : DebbieCync Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53045 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“Any luck?” Lincoln asked as the five ate in the cafeteria. He noted it was a bit dusty and wondered how much trouble it would be to dust everything and maybe sweep a bit.

“I’m still setting up my lab,” Lisa replied, putting her sub down. “I won’t be able to do any medical tests until I have everything set up, plus I want to make sure backup systems are in place. There is nothing more frustrating than to lose hours’ worth of data to a momentary interruption in power.”

“Need any help?” Lynn asked. “I already got my room set up, so I got time.”

“A second pair of hands would be helpful,” Lisa said, accepting her offer. “While I can now handle jobs requiring more demanding application of force, I still can not bilocate myself.”

“Cool,” Lynn said and went back to eating.

“Normally you’d need someone to translate, but lately you’ve had no problems understanding her,” Lucy noted.

“And?” Lynn asked, wondering what she was getting at.

“What’s twelve times twenty-three?” Lisa asked, seeing what Lucy was thinking.

“Two hundred seventy-six,” Lynn replied easily.

“You didn’t even pause,” Lincoln said amazed.

“It was easy,” Lynn replied, “but… it was never this easy before, was it?”

“What is three to the second power times one?” Lisa asked.

“I have no idea,” Lynn replied. “What’s the powered thing about?”

“It’s how many times you multiply a number by itself,” Luan explained.

“Oh, then the number is nine,” Lynn said.

“What is three to the third power times eleven?” Lisa asked.

“Two hundred and ninety-seven,” Lynn replied instantly. “Holy crap, I get math now!”

“I’m not surprised,” Luan said, she waited until everyone turned to her to continue, “after all Lincoln and Lynn have been practicing their multiplication a lot lately.”

Lucy and Lisa sighed while the others laughed, but even they were unable to keep themselves from smiling slightly.

“Wait, does this mean the virus fixed my thickness?” Lynn asked hopefully.

“You were never stupid,” Lisa said firmly, “you simply preferred to put your energies towards physical pursuits. If the math was in any way connected to sports you had no problem accomplishing it.”

“So… what does this mean?” Lynn asked.

“The virus is likely enhancing you mentally as well as physically,” Lisa explained. “You grasped the mathematical concepts and applied them the moment they were explained to you. We’ll have to run some tests.”

“Cool,” Lynn said with a big grin.

“That’s even more exciting than being as strong as a vampire,” Lucy decided.

Lisa finished eating and threw her trash away. “Ready?” she asked.

Lynn wolfed down the rest of her second sub and chugged the remainder of her soda before letting out a large burp, bundling up her trash into a ball and tossing it into the trash can. “Nothing but net,” she said with a grin as she got up.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Lincoln said, “but for now, I have a date with a comedian and a bed to get back to.”

“Would you mind if I came along?” Lucy asked Luan.

“It’s a big bed,” Luan replied, “I’m sure we could squeeze you in. We’re watching all the old classics, but I have a vampire comedy or two, like Twilight, I can play.”

“Twilight is a comedy?” Lynn asked confused.

Luan shrugged. “I’ve never been able to take it seriously. I mean, seriously, sparkling vampires? They’ve taken a perfectly good vampire trope and made a mockery of it. You can’t tell me they did that on accident.”

Lucy frowned. “I enjoy it, but… they have made some poor choices in world building.”

“If you were trying to make a good vampire movie out of it, what would you have done differently?” Lincoln asked as they got up, giving Lisa and Lynn a quick hug before they left.

“I wouldn’t have had the vampires sparkle for one,” Luan said, “claiming it revealed they were vampires was ridiculous. Do you know what I’d think if I saw someone sparkling in the sunlight?”

“No, what?” Lucy asked curiously as they threw away their trash.

“I’d think they’d just come from a strip club and one of the dancers had marked them with glitter,” Luan said, making Lincoln grin and Lucy nod in reluctant agreement. “What I’d have done was have the backstory changed to vampires being descended from fallen angels, so sunlight causes them to glow with an aura of light, while their shadow darkens. It’d be like the mark of Cain, something that everyone would instinctively know, and their shadow would have wings.”

“That would be much cooler than just sparkling,” Lucy agreed as they entered the elevator and Lincoln hit the button for the top floor.

“Having a vampire attend high school was also pretty damn silly,” Luan said, shaking her head. “They claimed it was supposed to be because he looked underage, which was made even sillier considering how old the actors playing the characters were. I would have stuck them in college. There’s always something new to learn, so vampires going to college makes a lot more sense and no one is going to question someone going to college for a decade. No one questions the age of college students or makes them change classes because of how old they are, so they can just skip from subject to subject forever without drawing attention.”

“That is a very good point,” Lucy agreed.

“The way he behaved would fit in better at a college too,” Lincoln decided. “Stressed out college students who outright glare at anyone who tries to talk to them are pretty common.”

“What about watching her while she slept?” Lucy asked.

“The dorms are co-ed, lots of people tend to wander into other people’s rooms,” Luan replied. “I’ve done some research on it so I can make jokes about it and waking up with someone you don’t know staring at you while you sleep, while creepy, isn’t out of place there.”

“Is it really that creepy?” Lucy asked hesitantly.

“Probably,” Luan said, “but I can’t exactly talk since I watch you guys sleep on my computer.”

“It’s a bit more normal for our family,” Lincoln said putting an arm around Lucy and giving her a squeeze, knowing she did watch him sleep as he’d seen her in the vents some mornings, “but I think crawling into bed and cuddling is a lot more satisfactory.”

Lucy leaned into his side. “I’ll give it a shot.”

The door opened and they got off the elevator walking past the nurses’ station to the end of the hall where Lincoln’s room was.

“We are a family of cuddlers,” Luan said with a bright smile, “besides you get a lot better view close up.” She started stripping as they entered the room.

Lucy and Lincoln got undressed while Luan tapped away on her laptop, bringing up My Best Friend is a Vampire. Shortly the three were cuddled up in bed watching the movie and laughing.

“If you had told me last week that we’d be naked in bed together I’d think you were joking,” Lincoln said, giving them both a squeeze.

“I’d think you’d read my diary,” Lucy offered.

“I’d have waited for the punchline,” Luan agreed, “and then probably have blown it off as a lame joke and masturbated thinking about it later.”

“If you’d told me tasting the forbidden fruit would give me superpowers...” Lucy tailed off for a second as she considered it before continuing, “I’d have used it as an excuse to seduce you.”

“How would you have seduced him?” Luan asked curiously.

“Well…”

Lucy’s Plan

Lucy checked to make sure Lynn and the twins were gone. She’d found out about a game of frisbee golf with a tackle rule going on at the local college and gotten a flyer to use to get Lynn out of the house. The twins had been easier to deal with, she’d given them money to go to a cartoon movie marathon at the dollar cinema and they’d rushed out to attend.

Luna was dead to the world for at least another six hours and Luan rarely left her room, still depressed over Benny moving away, so it should be safe to start her plan.

Lucy went to her room and got ready. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and carefully put on her nylons. Finding a black g string in her size had turned out to be easier than she’d thought, but a black lace demi-bra that looked good and fit her massive double D’s had been a bit trickier.

0o0o0o0o0o

“Double Ds?” Luan and Lincoln chorused, looking at Lucy’s A cup breasts and back up again.

“It’s my fantasy,” Lucy said, “and in my fantasy I am gifted.”

“Fair enough, continue,” Luan said.

0o0o0o0o0o

Lucy wiggled into her slinky black dress and carefully stepped into her nine-inch stiletto heels. She had gotten a little practice walking on them and would never chance the stairs but crossing the hall should be just fine.

Taking out a packet of diablo hot sauce, she tore it open and dabbed it on like she would have perfume.

0o0o0o0o0o

“Diablo hot sauce?!” the two chorused again.

“The smell of taco seasoning turns Lincoln on,” Lucy replied, making Luan laugh and Lincoln frown in thought.

Noting how distracted Lincoln was Luan had to ask, “Are you really turned on by tacos? Regular not fish,” she quickly added.

“Maybe,” Lincoln said thoughtfully. “I know I used to get… excited when I went to that one taco place Bobbie’s cousin worked at, but that’s because she always flirted with me to mess with Ronnie Anne.”

“Scent is one of the strongest memory cues,” Lucy assured him, “so every taco night at home you sit a bit stiffly and have to adjust yourself, I’ve kept track.”

“Carlotta has Pavloved me to get wood over the scent of Mexican food?” Lincoln asked in disbelief.

“Carlotta?” Luan asked curiously.

“Imagine a Hispanic Leni who deliberately dressed sexily and never stops dancing if there’s music playing and you’ve pretty much got it,” Lincoln explained.

“Yeah, that would do it,” Luan agreed. “Well, now I know how to get your motor running,” she said with a smirk.

“Yeah, just be yourself,” Lincoln told her. “All any of you have to do is be yourself and I’m good to go.”

Lucy smiled and nuzzled into his side before continuing.

0o0o0o0o0o

Lucy carefully crossed the hall, a small black bag in her left hand, and opened the door to Lincoln’s tiny room.

Lincoln looked up from his comic, as was his habit while reading he was dressed only in his underwear. “Luce?” he asked, eyes widening as he saw how she was dressed.

“Hey Lincoln,” Lucy said nervously. “I’m practicing a magic trick. Will you help?” she asked, shutting the door behind her.

“Sure,” he said, setting aside his comic and sitting up.

Lucy pulled a pair of handcuffs from her little black bag and handed them to him. “Handcuff your hands to the headboard while I get your feet.”

“You have the keys, right?” Lincoln asked cautiously.

“Of course,” Lucy assured him, pulling the key out of the bag and setting it on his desk.

“Alright,” he agreed. “I knew you were into magic, but not stage magic,” he said as he handcuffed his right arm in place and fumbled with his left, finding it difficult to do with just one hand.

Lucy finished cuffing his legs in place and leaned over him, ‘accidentally’ smothering him with her breasts as she cuffed his left hand to the headboard.

Lincoln was red faced as she straightened up and shifted nervously.

“Are all the cuffs secure and comfortable?” she asked.

Grateful for the distraction, Lincoln tugged his arms and legs. “Feels fine.”

“Excellent,” Lucy said, setting the bag aside.

“So, what’s the trick?” Lincoln asked curiously.

“I’m going to make something disappear,” Lucy replied, locking the door.

“And this requires me being cuffed?” he asked confused and a tad apprehensive.

Lucy nodded, sticking her chest out and making a show of it as she slowly turning around. “As you can tell, I have nothing up my sleeves.”

“And no sleeves,” he agreed, his underwear feeling like inadequate cover at the moment as he found himself wishing he’d worn jeans, possibly multiple pairs of them.

“But I could be hiding something in my dress,” Lucy pointed out as she reached behind herself and slowly unzipped it, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.

Lincoln’s eyes almost leapt from his skull as the dress fell to the floor, leaving Lucy posing in just her high heels, demi-bra, and a g-string. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“Now, I know what you’re asking,” Lucy said confidently, “but she could be hiding something in her cleavage, there’s enough room to hide a small car in there.”

Despite his nervousness and the tension he was feeling, Lincoln couldn’t help but chuckle, only to fall silent as Lucy reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, freeing the mammoth, white marble, melons contained within.

0o0o0o0o0o

“Shush,” Lucy told her siblings as they grinned at her, eyes once more darting down to her still developing breasts.

0o0o0o0o0o

Lucy tossed her bra onto the chair. “I need a volunteer from the audience. You sir. Yes, you with the white hair. I need you to examine my cleavage to insure I’m not hiding anything.” Before Lincoln could respond, Lucy leaned down and rubbed her breasts all over his face. After a few seconds of muffled sputtering from Lincoln, she straightened up. “Are you satisfied that I don’t have anything hidden in my cleavage?”

“Yes,” a thoroughly confused and aroused Lincoln agreed, wondering just what was going on.

“One more check, just to assure the audience,” Lucy said, muffling whatever complaints Lincoln could have made as she smothered him once more with the mountainous mounds she called her mammaries.

After a good half a minute she straightened up and Lincoln panted like he’d just run a marathon his hormones thoroughly scrambling his brain.

“I know what you’re asking yourself now,” Lucy said. “You’re asking yourself, but couldn’t she be hiding something in her underwear?” Lucy stepped back and did a slow turn.

“No, I’m really not,” Lincoln said, absolutely certain that the underwear she had on was incapable of hiding anything.

“Well, I don’t want to be accused of performing a substandard trick,” Lucy said, slowly raising one of her feet and setting it next to Lincoln’s head so he had a perfect view of her lower lips, already engorged by arousal and glistening with moisture. With a single tug her g-string came off, having been designed to tear easily.

“As you can see, I removed all the hair to insure nothing could be hidden,” Lucy said, causing Lincoln to nod speechless.

“Normally I’d call for a volunteer to inspect it, to make sure there was nothing hidden,” she said, her voice purring with arousal and making Lincoln audibly swallow, unable to tear his gaze away, “but we can’t spend all night on the setup.”

Lincoln let out a breath he’d been unaware he was holding, making a disappointed sound that surprised him.

Lucy carefully lowered her foot back to the ground, making sure to keep her balance so she wouldn’t break the spell she was weaving over her captive audience.

“Of course, that still leaves my shoes,” Lucy said, “who knows what manner of tools I could be hiding in there. So, to insure complete transparency…” She kicked them off, relieved to be rid of them as her ankles were starting to hurt. Lucy stepped back and slowly turned around. “As you can see I have absolutely nothing to hide.”

“I’ll say,” Lincoln said taking a deep breath. “Um, Lucy, where exactly were you planning on performing this trick?”

“Just here,” she said, “it can only be done once.”

“Oh, thank god,” Lincoln said, not wanting his younger sister to perform a trick that required her to strip naked in public.

Lucy stepped back to the bed. “And now, I’ll make my virginity disappear!” she exclaimed grabbing the waistband of his underwear and whipping them off in one smooth motion.

0o0o0o0o0o

“I call shenanigans,” Luan said, “I don’t believe you can pull that one off.”

“I had a small pair of fabric shears in the bag,” Lucy said, “while he was distracted trying to cuff both his wrists, I cut the sides of his underwear.”

“Objection withdrawn,” Luan said with a grin.

0o0o0o0o0o

“We can’t!” Lincoln exclaimed.

Lucy turned her gaze to Lincoln’s cock, which was in full rebellion to his commands and was rapidly becoming harder than it had ever been in his life.

“We shouldn’t,” Lincoln said, a bit of panic in his voice as Lucy climbed up on the bed and swung her leg over him so she was kneeling above him.

“I don’t care what anyone says,” Lucy told him, “I love you and I want my first time to be with someone that loves me, though ideally I want every time to be with someone who loves me.” She rubbed herself against him, causing him to groan as the lips of her sex spread themselves on his shaft, their wet heat not something he’d ever felt before, sapping the will to resist.

“But,” he said weakly his hips instinctively pressing up against her.

Lucy leaned down, so she was crouched above him. “I’m not heartless,” she told him, “all you have to say is ‘I don’t love you’ and I’ll stop, you have my word. I’ll undo the handcuffs and never try anything like this again.”

Lincoln stared up into her clear blue eyes. “I don’t… I don’t…” He couldn’t get it out. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t say it. He took a deep breath and let it out. “You do know I can say those words and not mean them, right? I mean, you’re my sister, I will always love you.”

Lucy slumped. “I didn’t think you’d figure that out until it was too late,” she admitted, knowing she’d failed and all her effort had been for naught.

Lincoln let out a relieved sigh. “Lucy, I don’t love… ukuleles.” He groaned and slammed his head back against the pillow. “I fucking hate ukuleles, but I love you and you will never ever hear those four words pass my lips pointed in your direction!”

Lucy squealed in happiness and peppered his face in kisses before finally catching his lips with her own and feeling him eagerly respond. She pulled back breathlessly a full minute later with tears dripping down her cheeks and a smile so wide it hurt. “It’s really okay?” she asked hopefully, begging for his approval, because regardless of how she behaved there was no way she would have continued without his permission.

“It’s not okay, but let’s do it anyway,” Lincoln said, “because I want both our first times to be with someone we love.”

Lucy rose up on her knees and took hold of her brother’s cock in a firm grip, holding it upright as she wiggled against the head, making him bite his lip to hold back a moan, there combined juices made it slippery enough to easily part her lower lips. She paused with the head placed partially inside her to look Lincoln in the eyes and say “I love you,” before dropping all her weight and sheathing him fully inside her with a moan, the pain of piercing her maidenhood completely buried under the feeling of fullness and completion of his manhood filling her.

“L-love you t-too,” Lincoln stuttered out as his toes curled at the wet heat of his sister surrounding him, his eyes closing in bliss.

Lucy reluctantly lifted her hips, almost whimpering at the feeling of emptiness before a wave of pleasure washed through her as Lincoln thrust up into her.

The two quickly found their rhythm as she rode him, her hands reached up to caress her bountiful breasts, lost in the sensations pouring through her.

“I’m getting close,” Lincoln gasped out, snapping the cuff on his right wrist so he could reach out and pull her to him, lacing his fingers through her hair and as he passionately kissed her.

Lucy moaned into his mouth as she came, her entire being tingling like she’d been struck by lightning and then he came inside her and the molten heat of his seed filled her, overwhelming her senses.

When her mind started to work again, she found herself lying limply on top of Lincoln and panting, aftershocks of her orgasm causing her to quiver as Lincoln held her tightly and kissed the side of her neck. “Wow,” Lucy said numbly feeling that nothing she’d ever experienced could top this moment, filled with the man she loved.

0o0o0o0o0o

“If you wrote your poems like that there wouldn’t be a dry seat in the house,” Luan said impressed.

“It hit me where I lived,” Lincoln said, kissing Lucy on the cheek, “but before I got hit with the virus I’d probably have chickened out and said those four words. I really owe Lisa for everything.”

Lucy smirked. “You’d never say those four words to any of us,” she said confidently, “it’s not in you.”

“It’s just a couple of words and you already admitted that you’d know I didn’t mean them,” Lincoln pointed out.

“Then say them,” Lucy challenged him.

“Sure,” Lincoln said chuckling and shaking his head. “Lucy, I don’t love… ukuleles.” He looked surprised for a second and groaned. “I can’t believe it, I really can’t say it.”

“Seriously?” Luan asked amused.

Lucy grinned. “Luan, say those four words to Lincoln.”

Luan rolled her eyes. “He knows I love him, I’ve done everything but tattoo it on him today. Heck, the scratches on his back might just spell it out.”

“Then say it,” Lucy challenged her.

Lincoln turned to Luan and she looked him in the eyes. “I don’t love…” her voice trailed off and she looked honestly surprised. “Fuck banjos,” Luan said firmly and snuggled into Lincoln’s side.

“Fuck banjos too,” Lincoln agreed, giving them both a squeeze, “and cue up another movie, I’m in the mood for some comedy and cuddling.”
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