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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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Linka relaxed into his arms, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, but very much aware of what was pressing against her firm behind. “We always have a plan,” she noted.

“Yes, ‘we’ do,” Lincoln agreed, sliding a hand inside Linka’s shirt to caress her breasts, noting how hard her nipples were.

“Am I that obvious?” she asked, realizing he hadn’t been fooled for a second over her reticence to take him to her room.

“Only to yourself,” he told her before nibbling on her ear.

“Girls are supposed to be chaste and demure,” she moaned out, giving him a reasonable answer for her behavior.

“Only in public,” he told her, letting her know he didn’t buy it. He resumed fingering her.

“You already know my plan,” she guessed, grinding back against him.

“To lose your virginity to me, someone they can’t complain about, to avoid what would otherwise turn into a huge bone of contention on who got to pop your hot little cherry, while pretending to be an innocent young girl that I seduced and despoiled?” he teased.

She shuddered through another orgasm. “We have a kink for talking dirty,” she said with some surprise.

“You should have realized that a couple of minutes ago,” he said as she turned around and they started undressing each other, tossing their clothes to the floor.

“It’s my first time doing anything and I don’t have an evolutionary virus helping me out,” she chided as they explored each other’s bodies, finding it strange how familiar they were, possibly because they’d worn each other’s skin a few years previous.

Lincoln rolled over so she was pinned beneath him, grinding himself against her already dripping sex.

“What other kinks do we have?” she asked breathlessly, lacing her fingers through his and pulling his hands to press hers against the headboard, so she’d be completely at his mercy, unable to escape unless he allowed it.

“You seem to have a submission fetish,” he said with a grin as she looked up at him, giving every sign of being helpless when he knew she was anything but, “which I don’t share, but have no problem satisfying.”

“Maybe it’s a girl thing,” she suggested as she tried to throw him off, just to make sure she couldn’t, even as she ground herself against him, “or maybe it’s not wanting to be in charge for once.”

“Wanna know what the male one is?” he asked as he wriggled his own body to line himself up and she playfully wiggled away to try and avoid being penetrated.

“What?” she asked, as they continued their game.

“Impregnation,” he said, causing her to freeze in place, wide eyed, her breath catching in her throat as she considered the possibility.

Lincoln took the opportunity to line himself up and slide the head of his cock inside, making her moan. “Our parents don’t believe in birth control,” he reminded her as he pushed forward, feeling her slowly open up to take his girth.

“I’m not on the pill,” she breathed out as she felt him bottom out inside her.

“Lisa keeps track of everyone’s cycles, so I know I can’t get any of my sisters pregnant right now,” he told her as he began to thrust, “but I don’t know yours.”

“It’s been well over a week since my last period,” she admitted. “Are you going to do it? Are you going to knock me up?”

“I cum like a horse,” he told her, “I’m going to fill you with so much sperm that if you used the public pool you’d cause a rash of pregnancies!”

“Yes!” she cried out, wrapping her legs around him and not even pretending to resist. “Do it! Give me a baby! Fuck a son into me!”

As her heels dug into his ass and her hips came up off the bed, pulling him as deeply inside her as possible, he blew his load, flooding her insides with his seed. She buried her mouth in his shoulder to muffle her cries.

“Oh wow,” she said numbly as she came back to her senses, “I think we just found another kink in common.”

Lincoln tried to roll to the side so he wasn’t crushing her beneath him, but she tightened her legs to hold him in place.

“We are a lot kinkier than I thought,” Linka said blissfully.

Lincoln leaned in to claim her lips, wondering what life would have been like if she’d been his twin and they’d grown up together. Would they argue and fight? Would they have a bond that kept them close regardless of their different interests? Considering Lola and Lana it could well be both. Regardless he found the female version of himself absolutely adorable and regretted the fact that this would be their only time together.

“Again?” Linka asked in surprise as he ended the kiss and began to move his hips.

“Evolutionary virus,” he reminded her with a grin, “I can keep going for quite some time and I don’t plan on stopping until you are completely despoiled.”

“Lucky me,” she said with a moan.

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“The SCP Foundation has been very helpful,” Lisa told Levi, “not only in providing resources when needed, but in providing many unique fields of study.”

“Really?” Levi asked curiously, glad of the distraction from watching his older sister lose her virginity, something he was still feeling mixed emotions about, though he had to admit she had made the right choice for preserving peace among their siblings.

“Spontaneous matter generation, equipment that can measure things like truth and beauty, alien artifacts and more,” Lisa assured him. “Plus their health plan is of incalculable value. A couple of years ago I diagnosed Lincoln with a form of cancer that would have been untreatable with current medical technology or anything I could devise in the time he had remaining. I went to Dr. Bright and he gave me a handful of pills that ensured I need not lose my brother.”

“Couldn’t you have just invented time travel and sent a cure back?” Levi asked. “Do I need to worry about Linka’s health or do you think our worlds are sufficiently divergent as to make the same scenario unlikely?” he asked, concerned before sighing. “Ignore that, the fact that we are well past the same time period means we are sufficiently divergent and the addition of the evolutionary virus to her system makes the whole matter moot.”

Lisa nodded. “I dismissed time travel as a viable alternative as all it would have done is create another timeline leaving my own untouched.”

“How can you be sure? My own study of the subject shows it to be a viable path to resolve such a situation,” Levi noted.

“The Foundation has done indepth studies using technology beyond what I’d considered possible at the time,” Lisa explained, “and further examination using the tools they have available has confirmed their conclusions.”

“I’ll give them a call,” Levi decided. “I’ve nearly reached a plateau in several of my projects, without additional funding anyway.”

Lisa nodded, satisfied she’d set her counterpart on the right path. “Would you like to exchange saliva?”

“No, I’ll wait until Linka has passed through the initial stages and give her a complete medical exam, as you’ve suggested, before using it as an excuse to infect myself by giving her cunnilingus,” Levi said.

Lisa nodded. “Further cementing the bonds between the two of you by creating pleasurable memories in our formative years. It’s the technique I’m using as well.”

“Would you like to see how we’ve developed without the additional resources you’ve acquired from the Foundation?” Levi asked hopefully, turning off the monitor as Linka’s renewed moans were quite distracting.

“I would love to see your lab,” Lisa agreed with a smile.

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Lincoln came down the stairs after tucking an exhausted Linka into bed so she could sleep, though he’d had to change her sheets and flip the mattress after the mess they’d made.

“Go fish,” Lucy said as the four girls were playing cards at the dining room table.

“Finally finished up?” Lynn asked with a smirk.

“I could have gone another couple of rounds, but she was wiped out,” Lincoln replied, “and as much as I’d have enjoyed it… I didn’t want to make her excessively sore later.”

“Speaking of wiped out… we kinda cleared out the fridge,” Luan said.

“I’ve already ordered replacement food items,” Lisa reminded her, setting down her cards.

“Yes, but Linc’s gotta be hungry so I’m letting him know we should get going if we want to beat the lunch rush at Burpin’ Burger,” Luan explained.

Lincoln’s stomach growled. “Is our money any good here?” he asked hopefully.

“No, however I’ve acquired some local funds from my workplace, or rather its counterpart, to cover for our stay in this dimension,” Lisa replied.

“How long are we going to be staying here?” Lynn asked.

“And how many universes are we going to see before we return home?” Lucy added.

“Roughly forty six hours with a three hour margin of error and I’m unsure how many times we’ll shift universes before returning home,” Lisa answered. “I’ll need several more shifts before I can even provide a rough estimation.”

Luan collected the cards and slipped them back in the box. “Let’s-“

“Deal with the diner,” Lynn interrupted.

“Leave this full house,” Lucy added.

Luan looked to Lisa to see if she wanted to add anything.

“Puns are not my forte,” Lisa told her.

Luan chuckled. “I was going to say, let’s stop at the grocery store and pick up about twenty pounds of hamburger meat so I can make a massive meatloaf.”

“Sounds better than a Burpin’ Burger,” Lincoln said.

“That sounds awesome,” Lynn said.

“Dad taught me the recipe,” Luan said smugly, getting some jealous looks.

“Wish he’d taught me,” Lynn said, “it gives you one hell of an energy boost the next day.”

“Have you ever asked if you can help cook?” Luan asked, with a grin.

“That’s the secret to getting him to share the family recipes?” Lucy asked eagerly.

“Pops likes to make sure you can cook it right,” Luan replied, “and just like Junior here, he has a dozen good luck rituals to make sure it turns out right.”

“Really?” Lynn asked with a grin.

“Really,” Luan assured her. “Some involve how to prepare ingredients and some insure the exact timing needed.”

“That’s awesome!” Lynn exclaimed. “Can you teach me?”

“Nope,” Luan replied as they left, locking the door behind themselves, “you’ll have to learn from dad, because I’m pretty sure the rituals actually change depending on who he’s teaching.”

“You think he’s come up with different rituals for all of us?” Lincoln asked.

“I’ve caught a glimpse of his recipe book as he was paging through and I saw ‘Home Run Casserole – Junior’, listed on one,” Luan explained. “When he taught me to bake a casserole it didn’t have jalapenos in it and that was the first ingredient on the list.”

“But jalapenos are awesome!” Lynn protested.

“For you,” Lucy said, “they make me gag.”

“But he rarely puts jalapenos in anything!” Lynn complained.

“He does when Lucy and Mom aren’t there,” Lincoln realized. “Wait! Does he have different recipes for which ones of us are there?”

“When Lincoln stays over at Clyde’s he makes lemon chicken with brussel sprouts,” Lucy realized. “He never cooks it when Lincoln is home.”

Lincoln shuddered. “I hate brussel sprouts! The smell makes me nauseous.”

“Know your audience,” Luan said smugly. “He knows exactly what to cook that we’ll all eat.”

“The food tastes better when there are less of us at home, since there are fewer conflicting tastes to account for,” Lisa said thoughtfully.

“So what kind of meatloaf is tailored to you?” Lynn asked.

“One with a barbecue sauce glaze and whole kernel corn and mini-onions,” Luan replied.

“Better make it a thirty-pound meatloaf,” Lisa said, “the description has caused my saliva glands to exhibit a pavlovian response.”

“Drool city here too,” Lynn agreed.

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The five of them crawled into Lincoln’s bed.

“I am stuffed,” Luan said with a groan. “I’d make a joke, probably one about using a meat thermometer on me, that being Lincoln’s penis, but I’m pretty sure I’d pop.”

“If that was the meatloaf tailored to you, I can’t wait to find out what one Pop’s got in the book for me,” Lynn said, “cause that was damn near perfect!”

“It was a thing of beauty,” Lucy said, “of which I partook enough to kill the average unevolved human.”

“At least not one under three hundred pounds of weight who regularly participates in eating contests on a bi-monthly basis,” Lisa agreed, her stomach bulging on her tiny frame like she was several months pregnant.

“You are a good cook,” Lincoln said, giving Luan a kiss on the cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me… I’m going to slip into a food coma.”

“Seconded,” Lynn said, “night all.”

“Night,” the group chorused.

After a minute, Luan asked, “Is anyone going to get the lights?”

“I’m laying next to Linc and I’m too tired to jump him, what do you think?” Lynn teased, getting a chuckle from Luan and Lincoln.

“Good point and good night,” Luan replied before closing her eyes and drifting off.

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