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More Than a Sister	By : Trillhouse Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 6299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Sympathy for the Devil

Lincoln had to clasp a hand over his mouth to stifle his scream. Lisa was there. Lisa had seen him. How much had she seen?! How much had she heard?! "L-Lisa…?!" He sputtered, a mixture of shame, horror, and rage bubbling up within him. "D-don't you know how to knock?!"
"Don't you know how to lock?" Lisa replied flatly, and Lincoln mentally cursed himself for not being sure to lock the door. Her eyes flicked to the girl on the screen, and Lincoln slammed the laptop shut in embarrassment. Lisa's expression was as cold and analytical as ever; Lincoln almost wished she would laugh, or look disgusted with him, or something. "Though I suppose I should have known better than to barge in on a pubescent male without warning…"
Lincoln groaned, pulling up his sheets to cover his burning face. "H-how long have you been there…?" He mumbled from under the covers.
"Long enough," Lisa stated. "You were too caught up in your… activities to take notice. I'd meant to ask if you still had that graphing calculator I had loaned you, but the chance to observe the sexual urges of a hormonal teen firsthand was simply too good an opportunity to pass up. If it makes you feel any better, I assure you that my interest was purely scientific."
"Yeah, great…" Lincoln scoffed. In truth, he was more angry at himself than at Lisa… he should have locked the door. He knew better than this. And now, he'd been caught, and had no one to blame for it but himself.
"As to that…" Lisa cleared her throat. "Given the prosperity of the situation, perhaps I could trouble you for a sample…?"
"Wha- NO!" Lincoln snapped, flinging his pillow at the girl. She didn't react as it bounced softly off her face and to the floor, leaving her glasses slightly askew. "W-will you just get out of here, already?!"
"…Very well." She muttered, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "My apologies for intruding." As she turned to leave, she added, "By the way… is our sister aware of your lust towards her?"
Lincoln felt his blood run cold. Oh, God… she had heard him. "W-wait," he rasped out, his throat suddenly very dry. "Lisa, please… y-you can't tell anyone." He plead his sister, the desperation evident in his voice. "Please… I'll do anything."
Lisa frowned, thinking for a moment, before her lips pulled into a sly smirk. "Well… I suppose I could be persuaded." She pulled a vial out of her pocket, offering it to Lincoln. He just stared at it with an exasperated look on his face; Lisa wiggled it slightly for emphasis, and Lincoln finally sighed.
"Why do you even have this…?" He grumbled as he reluctantly took the vial.
"I always keep a few spare vials on hand, just in case." Lisa stated proudly. "Now then, I'll be awaiting you in my room. Do hurry… the fresher the sample the better." She turned on her heel and left the room, leaving her brother to his devices. Lincoln looked at the vial, frowning deeply.
"Why is my life like this…?"
Lincoln hadn't expected to cap off his night by bringing a vial of his own semen to his six-year-old sister, but in a way he supposed it was fitting. He was Lincoln Loud, after all… living proof of Murphy's Law. Compared to some of the other nonsense he'd been caught up in over the years, this seemed downright tame.
"Come in," He heard Lisa say as he lightly rapped on the door. He stepped inside, finding Lisa sitting at her desk; Lily was asleep in her bed, a fuzzy pink pair of earmuffs slipped over her head to block out the noise. "Close the door," Lisa ordered. "And lock it. Assuming you know how, of course." Lincoln sighed. He just wanted to go back to bed and try to forget that this ever happened, but it didn't seem that Lisa was going to give him that luxury… and right now, he was in no position to argue. He did as he was told, then walked over to her desk and handed her the vial.
"Hmmm…" She glanced it over, closely examining the substance within; it made Lincoln feel a bit icky, but then again, Lisa was far from an ordinary girl. "Yes, this should be sufficient." She said, pressing a hidden button underneath the desk; a freezer compartment popped open and she placed the vial within, alongside other various samples taken, Lincoln assumed, from the rest of the family. "Now then, sit." She gestured towards a nearby chair, and Lincoln reluctantly complied.
Neither said anything for a short while; Lisa seemed to be lost in thought, and Lincoln, well, what could he say, really? She'd just caught him jackin' it to his older sister. He wanted nothing more than to just curl up and die right now. "Lincoln," she began, her voice soft and uncharacteristically measured. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"…Eh?" Well, he hadn't expected that.
"Just because I have yet to reach puberty myself does not mean I lack knowledge on the subject. You are becoming a man, Lincoln." Lisa said, folding her hands in her lap. "…I do realize that phrase is thrown about quite liberally, but it's an accurate statement. For all intents and purposes, your body has begun its transformation into adulthood… a process that takes years to complete, and during which time you will experience a rapid onset of hormonal production resulting in a plethora of physical, emotional, and sexual changes."
Lincoln's brow furrowed, his mouth pulled tightly into a wide, straight line. Was Lisa seriously giving him 'the talk'? "U-um…" Lincoln cleared his throat, "Thanks, Lisa, but I already know all this-"
"Let me finish, Lincoln." Lisa huffed. "As your libido develops, you will start experiencing strong, sometimes nearly uncontrollable sexual urges… you will find yourself thinking about members of the opposite sex in ways you had not before. As Leni has been gifted with numerous physical attributes pleasing to the male eye, it is only natural that you would find yourself sexually attracted to her."
"But…" Lincoln said sheepishly, "She's my sister, though."
"Perhaps," Lisa nodded, "…but a female nonetheless."
"You don't think that's weird?"
"What arouses you is your business, brother. Whether I or anyone else find it 'weird' is meaningless… those fantasies are yours and yours alone." She said plainly. "But, no… I do not. As I said, such things are natural. I only wished to ease your worries." She gave a small, but kind smile, which Lincoln couldn't help but return.
Lisa had grown over the past two years, he realized, in more ways than one. Physically, of course… she was now almost as tall as the twins had been at her age, though Lincoln could tell she would always be a bit of a shorty. But she'd also matured emotionally. She was still the same old Lisa, her vast intellect making her blunt and even unapproachable at times… but she'd grown more kind with age, better at expressing her own feelings and understanding the feelings of others. For the most part, anyway.
Lincoln couldn't help but feel slightly less ashamed. She was right… it was nobody else's business what he got off to. He knew he could leave it at this… go back about his business as if nothing had happened, and put the whole embarrassing situation out of his mind. Still, there was far more to this than simple attraction… and he felt that maybe, just maybe, he could trust Lisa enough to tell her.
"W-well…" He mumbled. "What if… what if there's more to it than that?"
Lisa seemed confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" Lincoln began, taking a deep breath before continuing. "What if… it was more than just being attracted to her?"
Lisa's eyes narrowed. She stared at her brother in silence for just a little too long for his liking; he was already starting to regret saying anything. "…Lincoln… are you in love with Leni?" She asked at last, as though hesitant.
"I…" Lincoln stammered, hanging his head in shame. "I… don't know."
Lisa frowned deeply. "Why do you think you might be?"
Lincoln swallowed. There was no going back now. "I just… feel it, I guess. Ever since the prom, I've felt closer to her. Like… like I finally see her not just as Leni, my sister, but as Leni the person. And…" He sighed. "And she feels like someone I could see myself with. Like someone I… want to be with. When I make her laugh, it feels right. When she smiles at me, it feels right. When I hold her, she just… feels right." Lincoln bit his lip. "Even if I know it's wrong."
"And how does she feel?"
"She, uh… she kissed me." Lincoln admitted; he could see Lisa stiffen slightly out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know if it meant anything, though. I, uh… I haven't asked her yet."
Lisa pursed her lips in thought. This hadn't been expected. She'd always known, in the back of her mind, that something like this could come up some day… after all, Lincoln was the only boy among ten girls, all of whom were very close with him, herself included. Throw puberty into the mix, and it's hardly shocking that feelings may develop beyond that of mere siblings… in fact, she'd long suspected that Lynn secretly harbored a crush on her brother, and had been prepared to intervene if the need ever arose. Still, now that it was all before her, she felt… conflicted.
"…Lincoln," She began, removing her glasses and using the hem of her pajamas to clean the lenses. "As a woman of science, I have little to say regarding issues of morality. That said, incest is taboo for reasons beyond societal norms… in fact, many believe there to be a biological, instinctual component leading to the near-universal implementation of these rules. A sort of innate defense mechanism to prevent inbreeding, if you will. There is much debate on the subject, of course..."
Lincoln simply stared at her with a furrowed brow, mouth hanging open slightly in confusion. Lisa sighed and slipped her glasses back on.
"Lincoln, the social and moral implications of this aside, I'm sure I don't need to explain to you what inbreeding is, nor why it should be avoided."
Lincoln frowned, shaking his head. "No, you don't…"
"That said…" Lisa continued, her expression softening somewhat. "I am also aware that matters of the heart go beyond mere scientific reasoning. If you truly are in love with your sister, there's nothing I could do or say that would change that fact. And were she to feel the same… I suppose that would be that, wouldn't it?"
Lincoln stared at Lisa wide-eyed in silence. He had to swallow the lump in his throat before finally speaking. "Lisa… are you telling me to go for it?"
"Speaking as a scientist, I can only advise against pursuing such a relationship. However…" Lisa cleared her throat. "Speaking as an individual, I believe that love comes in all forms. Whether your feelings for our sister are right or wrong, I cannot say… but I do not find them unnatural." She smirked again, and Lincoln could feel the tightness in his chest subside.
"Well, that's good to know…" Lincoln laughed softly. "But what should I do? I mean… I can't even say for sure if I'm in love with her or not."
Lisa shrugged. "Love is nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain, Lincoln… and chemicals don't lie. In time, you will learn how to read them… and when all else fails, just do what I do."
"What's that?"
"Follow your instincts." She said. Lincoln smiled. In her own way, he knew she was rooting for him.
"…Thanks, Lis." He said as he got to his feet. "I feel a lot better."
"Glad I could be of assistance," Lisa replied. "If nothing else, this could provide for some fascinating research…"
Lincoln chuckled at that. "Good night, Lisa. And you'd better get to bed! It's late." He chastised her.
"I sleep precisely as much as I need to, brother." Lisa said flatly. "Not a second more, not a second less."
"Yo… Leni? Earth to Leni?"
"H-huh…?" Leni snapped out of her daze, looking over at her friend Rochelle and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry… like, what were you saying?"
"We were talking about having a study session at my place later. You in?" The raven-haired girl asked before taking a delicate forkful of her salad. She sat opposite Leni, their other four friends forming a ring around the circular table they always had to themselves. This was an unspoken rule true of all high school cafeterias… while the main rows of long tables were a free-for-all, the smaller ones in the back belonged to the cliques. The jocks, the nerds, the preps, it seemed every group had silently claimed a table as their territory, and the others almost instinctually respected that. This table was for Leni and her friends, as it had been since the beginning of high school.
"Oh… yeah! That sounds great!" Leni replied happily. "Linky was helping me a bit last night, but there's still a lot I don't get…"
"You mean that little brother of yours?" Piped Bethany, the redhead of the group. "Isn't he, like, in middle school?"
"Yeah, but he's totes smart." Leni said with a hint of pride. "Like… probably as smart as Lori, at least."
"Lucky," Clarissa mumbled as she toyed with the pink ribbon in her hair. "My lil' sis never helps me with anything."
"Remember how he stood up for Leni at the prom?" Peggy sighed, a dreamy look in her sky blue eyes. "He totes must love you."
"He's gonna make some girl really happy someday." Rosalie concurred, her dark brown hair bobbing up and down as she nodded.
"But he already makes me happy!" Leni said innocently, prompting giggles from her friends.
"So what's up with him, by the way?" Rochelle leaned forward, a sly grin on her face. "Any… girlfriends or anything?"
"No…" Leni frowned slightly. "I mean, he did until not too long ago, but they broke up."
"Really? Now that's a shame." Rochelle replied, the smile never leaving her face. "She must be crazy. Guy like that..." She gave a low, sultry chuckle. "You just gotta clamp down on 'em and never let go."
"Roche, ew." Clarissa gasped. "He's, like, a kid."
"More of a man than most guys I know," Rochelle shrugged. "He's sweet, he's mature, he's totally cute… he's the whole package. Speaking of package…" Rochelle bit her lip as she looked at Leni. "You ever get a look at his?"
"Oh my God, Rochelle," Bethany mumbled through her hand as she laughed, "You're such a slut!"
Leni laughed along with her friends, though she didn't really get it; she'd never open one of Lincoln's packages without permission, after all. But besides that, her attention was elsewhere, to the far corner of the room… what used to be the mean girls' table.
Now, Joanna Hawthorne sat alone, picking at her lunch with a sullen expression. On Monday she had sat down among her clique as per usual… only for them to get up without a word, abandoning the girl. Those that saw it had enjoyed a good chuckle at her expense.
All except Leni, that is.
The videos of the prom incident had quickly gone viral, being shared and reposted under such titles as 'REAL LIFE CARRIE PRANK GONE WRONG!1!' and 'Thug lyfe: kid DESTROYS bitchy teenage girl'; by Sunday there was already a supercut compiled from the various recordings of the event, and just yesterday she had seen a video that ended with 'to be continued' just before the bucket had hit the ground. Admittedly it made her giggle, though she didn't really understand the reference.
For the most part, people were supportive of Leni; the complete thrashing of Joanna had overshadowed the embarrassment that she'd suffered, and those that did bring it up had almost without fail been sympathetic towards her. Joanna, however, had been effectively pilloried. Even without Lincoln's involvement, nobody had found the prank to be funny… Lincoln's epic takedown of her had just been the coup de grace. Joanna had crossed the line, and now she was paying the price.
Leni knew that she should feel satisfied by this. Joanna, after all, had tormented her so many times over the years… she had even been the one to start spreading rumors that Leni was sleeping around, leading to Chaz breaking up with her. Leni wasn't even sure what that meant… she slept in a bed like everyone else, after all.
But when Leni saw Joanna's so-called friends walk out on her like that, she felt a bit sick. After all, many of them had done things just as bad… and several had been implicit in the prom incident as well. They'd abandoned her to save their own reputations, she realized. They abandoned her because they'd never really been her friends at all.
Maybe she'd never had any.
Leni forced a smile as she looked back to her own friends. "So, like… your place tonight, Rochelle?"
"Mhmm."
"Like, great! See you girls later, then~!" Leni said cheerfully before getting up, taking her food with her. Her friends watched in confusion as she walked over to Joanna's table.
"What's she doing…?" Peggy asked. Rochelle snickered in response.
"Oh, you know… just being Leni."
Joanna was completely lost in her own sulking as she ate, not even noticing as Leni sat down opposite her. "Hey, Joanna~!" Leni greeted her cheerfully; her eyes darted up in surprise, her brows furrowing as her sights set on the intruder. Leni just smiled sweetly back at her, as though this entire situation was completely normal.
"…What are you doing?" She mumbled, making no effort to hide her disdain for the girl before her.
"Eating lunch, silly!" Leni giggled as she set down her own food.
"Yeah, no shit," Joanna hissed. "I mean what are you doing here?"
"Well… you totes looked lonely sitting here all by yourself, so I figured I'd join you." Leni said simply, her smile not fading for an instant.
"Just leave me alone, Leni." Joanna grunted, returning to her crappy tuna fish sandwich. Leni seemed to consider it for a moment, tapping her chin in mock thought… then shook her head.
"Nope~!" Leni said matter-of-factly. Joanna wanted to scream at her to go away, but she knew it would only make things worse... the entire school already hated her, after all. The last thing she needed was to make another scene.
"…Do what you want." She scoffed. Leni seemed satisfied by this, and popped open her Tupperware container. Joanna was suddenly hit with an incredibly delicious scent, and couldn't help but glance up; Leni was eating a perfectly sautéed salmon filet. Joanna glanced at the tuna sandwich in her hand and frowned deeply. It had been the best she could do on her own… which is to say, not very good at all. She'd added too much mayo, not enough salt, and overloaded the damn thing with lemon, making the bread slightly soggy… Leni's lunch, however, was making her mouth water.
"Would you like to try some?" Leni asked, apparently noticing Joanna's interest. "I made it myself." Leni offered Joanna a forkful, smiling that same sweet smile that annoyed her so much. Even now, part of her wanted to refuse… heck, part of her wanted to smack that fork right out of her hand, just for bothering her like this.
But it did look good.
Joanna's stomach growled, her poorly-made sandwich doing little to ease her hunger. Joanna swallowed her pride and reached out, taking the fork from Leni's hand. She sniffed it; it did smell good. Had Leni Loud really made this?
Leni Loud, who couldn't even walk in a straight line without getting lost?
Joanna hesitated for a moment. If Leni made this, there must be something wrong with it… but then again, she'd just been eating it herself. And it did look good. With a sigh of resignation, Joanna placed the fork in her mouth and the instant the fish touched her tongue, her eyes went wide.
It was divine. The skin was nice and crisp, the meat soft and perfectly tender, the seasoning present but not overpowering. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor before finally swallowing… it was easily the best salmon she'd ever had. Possibly the best thing she'd ever had. "You made this…?"
Leni nodded cheerfully. "My Dad taught me! He's, like, a chef."
"It's… really good." Joanna admitted.
"There's totes more if you'd like!" Leni offered, pushing the contained towards her a bit. "I always bring a bit extra." Joanna stared at Leni as though she were from another planet. It didn't make any sense… she wasn't trying to butter her up or anything. There was none of the desperate, scared fawning of someone trying to get on her good side. She was just… kind.
"…Why?" Joanna asked softly.
"Because you look hungry!" Leni replied. "And I don't mind shar-"
"I mean," Joanna cut her off. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Leni cocked her head to one side. "Why wouldn't I be…?" It sounded like a genuine question; as though the idea of not being friendly towards her worst enemy was foreign to her. Joanna sighed.
"Because of the prom, for one."
Leni's smile faltered for a brief moment, but then seemed to return even wider than it had been before. "That was, like, forever ago! This is now~" Again, nothing but sincerity in her voice. Once again, Leni had extended the olive branch to Joanna, even after she had ruined her night. Even after she had humiliated her in front of the entire school. It was like the brat had said… Leni was nice to everyone, even people that didn't deserve it.
Even people like her.
It made Joanna feel… angry, somehow. But not at Leni.
"…This is why people walk all over you, you know?" Joanna spat under her breath.
"Nobody walks over me…" Leni paused, thinking for a moment. "Though… sometimes they step on me when I fall asleep on the floor…" Leni gasped. "Wait! Is that what you meant by sleeping around?!"
"W-why are you so… never mind." Joanna groaned, burying her face in her hand. "I'll have some salmon, thanks."
Joanna's terrible sandwich was pushed to the side, completely forgotten as she and Leni shared the salmon filet. It wasn't lost on her that Leni gave her the larger of the two portions… she may have protested, were it not for her hunger.
"You have nine sisters?" Joanna queried incredulously. "Doesn't that get, I don't know… difficult?"
"Sometimes," Leni admitted. "Like, we do get in fights, sometimes for silly things… but I wouldn't change it for anything." Leni grinned brightly.
"How many brothers, then?"
"Just the one," Leni giggled. "But he's, like, the best brother ever! He always looks out for me, and he's really kind and patient with me…" She leaned forward, adding in a hushed whisper, "I get a little mixed up sometimes."
"Y-you don't say." Joanna muttered before clearing her throat. "Sounds like you really love him."
"I do." Leni stated with a smile. "I really, really do. He's… he's the best." Leni's expression grew slightly distant, and Joanna couldn't help but pick up something… else in her tone. "What about you?" She asked before Joanna could dwell on things further.
"Oh… no, I'm an only child." Joanna replied, taking another forkful of salmon. "It's just me and Daddy… and whatever new whore of the week he's decided to bring home…" The venom in her voice was evident. Joanna wasn't sure why she was telling Leni this… she never told anyone about her home life, and in fact nobody had ever really asked. She'd always been content to maintain the charade of a spoiled, rich Daddy's girl. She was far from poor, sure… but her relationship with her father was strained at best, and virtually nonexistent at worst.
"That sounds lonely." Leni mumbled sadly. "Are you lonely…?" Joanna scoffed, and was about to deny it, but… she couldn't.
"…I'm used to it." Was all she could grumble out. She hated how this stupid girl was forcing her to open up like this. Vaguely, she was aware that Leni wasn't making her do anything… she was simply asking questions no one else had bothered to, and Joanna just found herself responding without really thinking about it. It felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant.
Leni hummed in thought, tapping her chin. "Weeell… how about from now on, you sit with me and the girls?" She asked sweetly. "There's enough room for one more."
Joanna's eyes flicked over to the table Leni usually occupied with her friends. "I doubt they'd be too happy about that."
"Oh, don't you worry about that~" Leni said, waving her hand dismissively. "They're totes nice. I'm sure they'll let you eat with us!"
Joanna frowned slightly. As much as she wanted to say no, for some reason she couldn't help but think it might not be so bad. After all, this wasn't so bad… "Maybe. We'll see." She said quickly, not making eye contact with Leni; she seemed satisfied with the noncommittal answer, and went back to eating her food.
Lincoln's day was normal enough, thankfully. Clyde had asked him in the morning about what happened with Leni, he'd answered that he was going to talk to her tonight, and Clyde had seemed content to let the matter rest for the remainder of the day. Lincoln didn't find it necessary to mention that Lisa had found out, due in no small part to not wanting to relive the event in his mind.
Lincoln was mildly concerned that Lisa would tell one of the others… her track record for keeping secrets had not been stellar in the past. But still, he trusted her not to spill the beans on something so personal… especially if it involved other family members as well. And, as awkward as the situation had been, Lisa had eased his conscience at least somewhat. He was still conflicted, unsure of how exactly he should go about this... and terrified of what may happen when he did.
Nonetheless, Lincoln managed to keep focused on his classes and soon enough the day came to an end. He arrived home to find Luan sitting on the couch, watching a comedy special he knew she'd seen a hundred times before with a board expression on her face.
"Hey, Luan," he said as he stepped through the door. "Why the long face?"
"Oh, hey Lincoln." Luan sighed. "Luna's in one of her moods."
Lincoln frowned; he recalled that she had been out of sorts the previous day. Clearly, whatever was bothering her was still going on. "What's wrong with Luna?"
"Couldn't tell ya," Luan shrugged. "She won't talk to me about it. I figured it'd be best not to rock the boat any further and came down here… get it?" Luan wiggled her eyebrows in jest, making Lincoln groan.
"Very punny, Luan." He said, rolling his eyes and earning a snicker from his sister.
"Not bad, Linc. Bit overused, but I'll let you have that one."
As Lincoln continued up the stairs, it became abundantly clear that Luan wasn't kidding; he could hear heavy industrial music blaring from inside her room, the bass thumping so hard that the floor was vibrating beneath his feet. He knew Luna well enough to know what this meant. She loved rock music of all kinds, and to most it would seem that she listened to them all equally.
But to those that knew her well, it was clear that she had definite preferences based on her mood. When in a good mood she liked to jam out to good old hard rock… Mick Swagger, SMOOCH and the like. When in a particularly giddy mood, she preferred lighter fare like the Beatles. When sad, she tended to enjoy symphonic or doom metal… a rare interest she shared with Lucy. When mad, however, only the heaviest of metal would do. Death metal, thrash, and, of course, industrial. And this may have been the hardest industrial metal he'd ever heard; as though the band had found a way to channel raw aggression into a music form. It didn't even sound good per se, but he could nonetheless hear Luna playing along with it on her guitar.
Lincoln sighed. He would go see how she was doing, but… well, barging in on her in a bad mood rarely ended well. He did his best to ignore the pounding beat of the music and went to his room to change. Lincoln triedto get some homework done before dinner, but the music made it impossible to keep focus. All too soon, he heard his father calling everyone down for dinner, and sighed as he looked down at his blank worksheet; at least the music had stopped.
He head down to the living room to find everyone already at their seats. Well… almost everyone. "Where's Leni?" He asked as he sat down.
"She's studying with her friends tonight," Rita answered as she scooped some goulash onto his plate. "She won't be back till later."
"O-oh… okay." Lincoln said, doing his best to hide his disappointment. At the same time, however, he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved; at least now he had an excuse to put off their conversation a bit longer. He took a bite of goulash, finding it to be as delicious as ever. While admittedly he'd had it so many times over the years that he sometimes got bored of it, his father's goulash was consistently good.
"Can you pass the salt, dude?" Luna asked. Her voice was missing some of its usual liveliness, and as he handed her the salt he noticed that her fingertips were scratched up and red; she'd literally been playing till her fingers bled. She must have noticed him staring, because she quickly grabbed the salt and hid her hand from view. "…Thanks." She grunted under her breath.
"N-no problem." Lincoln mumbled softly. Clearly, it was even worse than he'd thought… he wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Luan subtly clearing her throat. She looked at him with pleading eyes, giving a small shake of her head. She was right, he realized… not here. Not right now.
Later, he told himself.
And so after dinner, Lincoln helped his parents wash up before heading upstairs… and to Luna's room. The music was already blasting full force again, and he could already feel his eardrums crying out for mercy before even opening the door. He knocked. No answer, not that he would have been able to hear one. With a sigh, he turned the knob and walked in.
Luna sat in her beanbag chair, eyes shut as she shredded along with the music; literally, as her bleeding fingers would attest to. Her brow was furrowed in focus, teeth clenched tightly as she jammed out. "Luna?" He called to her, receiving no response. "Luna!" He tried again with a bit more force, but still no reply. With a frustrated growl, he strode over to the boombox and lowered the volume. "Lun-"
Literally the instant he had lowered the dial a single pip Luna had stopped playing, glaring daggers at him. He grinned sheepishly, turning the music back up a bit. "S-sorry…" Luna simply sighed, picking up her guitar and getting back to it.
"Leave me alone, Lincoln." She said sternly. It made Lincoln shudder a bit; usually, Luna was one of the kinder ones among his sisters, but when angered she could be just as vicious as Lori. Still… he wasn't going to let this keep going.
"Luna, you have to stop." He said, walking over to her. "What's going on?" She didn't answer, him, and just seemed to deepen her focus into her guitar. Lincoln grit his teeth in annoyance; if she was going to be difficult, so would he. He grabbed a nearby microphone and switched it on, the feedback coming from a nearby speaker confirming that it was indeed plugged in. "LUNA, TALK TO ME!" His voice blasted through the speaker, making both himself and his sister wince. That had been even louder than he expected.
Luna tossed her guitar aside and leapt to her feet, angrily snatching the microphone out of his hand. "You really wanna push it right now, dude?! Go. Away." Her voice came out as a low, threatening hiss, and Lincoln had to fight the urge to run away with his tail between his legs. But Lincoln stood his ground.
"Talk to me." He demanded again, quietly this time. Luna's hands clenched into fists and he recoiled in anticipation of a punch, but it never came. Instead, Luna simply let out a sigh of resignation and flopped back into her beanbag chair.
"…I'm sorry." Luna grumbled under her breath. Lincoln sat down on the floor beside her and waited for her to speak. "It's Sam." She continued after a few moments.
Lincoln's frown deepened; he'd had a feeling it might be about Sam. She and Luna had been dating ever since Luna had first asked her out, and things seemed well enough between them. "Did something happen?"
Luna chewed her lip. "…No." She huffed, looking away from him. "The problem is what's not happening."
Lincoln cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Um... what?"
"Two years, Lincoln." Luna said softly, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "We've been together two years. And she still hasn't told her parents about us! She hasn't even come out yet!"
"Why not…?"
"Because she's scared of what they'll think!" Luna shouted, throwing her hands up in frustration. "You and everybody else know, but any time I'm around her family it's like I'm walking on eggshells. Do you have any idea how unfair that is?!"
"Well…" Lincoln scratched the back of his head. "Have you told her how it makes you feel?"
"Of course I have." Luna scoffed, folding her arms. "But then she just gets mad at me for bringing it up. She keeps saying she'll do it eventually, but 'eventually' never comes! Meanwhile we can't even act like a couple unless we're in private! No kissing, no hugging… heck, we can't even hold hands in public just in case, I don't know, her dad finds out or something!" Luna sniffed and wiped at the corner of her eye, and Lincoln could see that she was tearing up a bit. "I mean… I like her a lot, y'know? Love her, even… but I hate that we can't be open about it! Like… is she just ashamed of me?"
It hurt, seeing Luna so upset. Lincoln hoisted himself onto the beanbag chair beside Luna and put his arm around her. "I'm sure she's not ashamed of you. You rock." Luna smirked slightly at that. "But… have you tried looking at things from her perspective?"
Luna's sorrowful eyes met his. "Her perspective?"
"Clyde told me something once…" He began before hesitating briefly; it was kind of a personal tidbit, and he wasn't quite sure if he should be sharing it so freely. Nonetheless, he pressed on. "His Dad… Howard, I mean… when he told his family he was gay, his dad kicked him out of the house. He was only sixteen. Did you know that?"
Luna cringed, shaking her head. "N-No… I didn't. That's really fucked up."
"Yeah," Lincoln agreed. "They never spoke to each other again… Howard was pretty much completely cut off from his family. That's why he took Harold's last name."
Luna pursed her lips in thought. She'd always wondered which of the two had the surname originally; though she'd never really considered the reasons why. It made her feel angry… Howard was such a sweet, sensitive guy. "I had no idea…"
"Not everyone's as accepting as our parents, Luna." Lincoln sighed softly. "This kind of stuff happens too, y'know? Maybe Sam really is worried for nothing... but, knowing that, can you really blame her?"
Luna exhaled deeply, leaning against her little brother. "No… I guess not. But it still hurts."
"I'm sure it does." Lincoln said. "But… maybe you should talk to the McBrides about it?"
Luna's face lit up. "Hey… y'know what? That's a rockin' idea! I mean, if they've dealt with this stuff themselves, they'll probably have some kinda advice to give, right?"
"Yeah," Lincoln grinned. "For you and Sam."
Luna returned the smile and hugged Lincoln tightly. "Thanks, Bro." She said as she ruffled his hair. "When the hell did you get so mature, huh?"
"Well, one of us had to," Lincoln teased, earning him a playful shove from his big sister. "You feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I guess…" Luna replied with a sigh. "I mean, I'm still a bit mad. Just… maybe not at Sam, y'know? I guess I'm just mad at the situation."
"It does sound pretty frustrating," Lincoln admitted. "But I'm sure you guys will get it figured out."
"Yeah," Luna smirked. "We will. Thanks, Dude… really. Sorry I've been so uncool."
"You? C'mon." Lincoln chuckled. "You could never be uncool. Just… don't shut us all out like that. We're supposed to help each other out."
"Yeah, I know." Luna mumbled sheepishly. She had always been a bit stubborn when it came to seeking out her siblings' advice… likely the headstrong nature that came with her rock 'n roll lifestyle. Sometimes, she just needed a good kick in the pants to get her out of her rut. "I owe you one."
"No you don't." Lincoln said, getting up from the beanbag chair. "But I do have some homework to do, so… maybe keep the volume down a bit?"
"You got it, dude." Luna assured him, giving him the o-k gesture.
"Goodnight, giiiiiirls~!" Leni bid her friends farewell, her voice sleepy and unfocused. She stood and watched as Bethany's car drove off down the street, and continued watching as it disappeared around the corner… and then continued staring for a few more minutes before realizing she was back at her house. "Ohhh yeah~" She giggled as she turned on her heel and stumbled towards it, humming a tune to herself that could have been any of several songs. Leni stood at the front door, fishing through her purse until she found her keys, only to find that she couldn't quite remember what you were supposed to do with them, nor why she was standing outside in the first place.
In his room, Lincoln glanced at the clock. Just after ten, he thought. He had finished his homework not too long ago… after finishing up with Luna, Lola and Lana had forced him to read them a bedtime story, and then Lucy had made him help her with some poems, and now it was past ten. Lincoln sighed; sometimes, living with ten sisters meant you didn't have any time to yourself. Nonetheless, he was thirsty, so he decided to get a glass of water before bed.
As he carefully made his way down the stairs, he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair through the front door window. Lincoln smirked as he realized Leni must be home; quickly, he darted into the kitchen to get himself some water.
...When he emerged a minute later, Leni was still standing there.
Did she forget her keys again? Lincoln thought with a sigh, walking to the door and opening it. "Leni, what're you-" He began, but the words caught in his throat as he laid eyes on his sister; she was swaying slightly, seemingly in a daze, staring blankly at the doorknob with her keys in hand… or, where the doorknob had been, rather. Her eyes were slightly red and bleary, and she didn't seem to realize at first that the door had opened. "Uhh… Leni? You okay?" He asked, which seemed to get her attention. Her eyes slowly shifted over to him, her expression remaining blank for a few moments before a wide grin spread across her face.
"Linkyyyy~!" Leni drawled happily, practically falling onto him as she gave him a big hug. "What're you doing here…?"
"Y-you're home, Leni…" Lincoln had to use all his strength to support her; was Leni drunk?! No, it didn't seem like it… she didn't smell like alcohol, and Lincoln knew fully well that she couldn't handle the taste anyway. But clearly something was up. "Why didn't you come inside?"
"I forgot…" She giggled, glancing back at the door for a few seconds before gasping and looking at Lincoln in surprise. "Omigosh! Linky, when did I get home?"
Lincoln nervously glanced over at his parents' bedroom door. He couldn't let them see Leni like this. "C-c'mon, Leni." He said, placing her arm around his shoulder to support her. "Let's get you upstairs, okay?"
"Walking's hard, Linkyyy~" Leni whined, throwing her arms around his neck. "Carry me."
"Leni, you're bigger than me-"
"Nuh!" Leni hopped into his arms, giving him no choice but to catch her bridal-style; his legs buckled beneath him as her full weight bared down on him, but he was able to maintain it. After the initial shock, she was actually fairly light.
"Dang it, Leni…!" Lincoln groaned. He didn't want to risk making a commotion, however, so he began carefully making his way up the stairs with Leni in his arms. She seemed happy, at least… she gently laid her head against his chest as he carried her. Under different circumstances, Lincoln may have enjoyed holding his sister like this, but right now it was late, he was tired, and even if he could manage her weight she was still larger than him and very cumbersome. He practically needed to walk sideways up the stairs to keep from banging her head against the wall.
Plus, though he couldn't smell any alcohol, he could faintly make out an unusual scent in her hair… pungent and earthy, though not exactly unpleasant, kind of like freshly-cut grass. It was something he'd smelled before on Luna, but he'd never expected it from Leni. If anyone else were to find out… well, he wasn't about to let that happen.
As quickly and quietly as he could manage, he made his way down the hall, using his foot to push open Leni's door. He practically dumped her out onto her bed, and she giggled as she bounced on the soft mattress. "Leni, what happened?" He asked, a hint of aggravation to his voice.
"We just studied…!" Leni said happily. "And like… Peggy had this funny looking cigarette, and-"
"Leni, did you smoke?!"
"Of course not, Linky!" Leni pouted, puffing out her cheeks in offense. "Smoking is totes bad for you!" Lincoln didn't doubt her… he couldn't see Leni ever willingly smoking a joint. He'd heard enough about this sort of thing to deduce that his sister simply had a contact high… though it seemed she was enough of a lightweight for it to not be much of a difference.
"Well, what else happened?" He asked, helping Leni take her shoes off. She giggled as his fingers unintentionally brushed across her feet.
"W-well, they were smoking… they said it was herb, but I thought it was weird because herbs are, like, for food." Leni mumbled. "But like… then I started really wanting food all of the sudden, and then we totes went to the store to get some snacks…" Her eyes lit up suddenly, and she bolted upright to a seated position. "Linky, do we have any snacks?!"
"Leni…" Lincoln groaned, burying his face in his palm. "You're high."
"The bed's not that high up, silly…" Leni giggled. "OH! Linky, at the store, they were playing our song…!"
"Our… song?" Lincoln asked, cocking an eyebrow; he hadn't been aware they had a song. Leni nodded excitedly, fishing her phone from her purse.
"Hang on, it's… here it is!" She pressed play, and the opening notes of Toto's Africa started playing… the same song he had danced to with her following the prom. "Remember~?" Leni asked, looking at him with a wistful smile.
"Y-yeah… yeah, I remember." Lincoln said, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It had been a last-minute idea on his part, a half-hearted attempt to make up for his past mistake… he hadn't realized just how much the dance had meant to his sister. Leni shut her eyes, humming along with the tune as it played.
"It's a really great song," Leni said quietly. "But you made it my favorite." She giggled again, flopping back against her pillow. Something about the way she said that made Lincoln's heart flutter, and he smiled warmly at her.
"It is a good song, isn't it?" Lincoln agreed, sitting down on the side of the bed.
"Do you think we're allowed to have a song…?" Leni asked a bit hesitantly. "Because, like, we're brother and sister..." Her smile dropped slightly as she said that.
"…I think so." He assured her. "I mean, even if you are my sister… if the song means something special to us-"
"It does!" Leni said matter-of-factly. "It does…" She repeated, quietly this time, as her eyes grew unfocused. Suddenly, she snapped back awake. "Linky! We should listen to music!"
"Uh… now?" Lincoln asked, scratching the back of his head. "It's late, Leni."
"Yes, now!" Leni pouted. "All of the music!"
"What you should do, Leni, is get some sleep." Lincoln chuckled, giving her a gentle push back against her pillow. "We have school in the morning."
"Awwww~" Leni whined. "But I wanna listen to music with you, Linky!"
"Some other time," He assured her.
"A-and I wanna watch Lord of the Rings with you too! And all that other stuff!" Leni pouted.
"We'll do all that, I promise!" He said, pulling up her blanket and tucking her in. "But right now, you need to sleep."
"Fine," Leni huffed, nestling comfortably into her bed. "As long as you promise." She let out a cute, girlish yawn.
"I do." Lincoln stooped down, giving her a kiss on the cheek; she giggled, blushing a light pink. "Good night, Leni. Sober up, okay?"
"I don't need to soap up, Lincoln… I'll shower in the morning…" Leni mumbled as she began to drift off to sleep. Lincoln smirked, flicking off the light and heading for the door. "Linky?"
"Yeah, Leni?"
"I love you." She muttered softly.
Lincoln felt his heart skip a beat. It was something they'd said to each other plenty of times in the past, but with his newfound feelings for his sister it meant so much more. "…You too." He said, shutting the door behind him as he headed back to his room. He felt it would be best if he didn't ask her about the kiss tonight… he doubted she'd remember anything in the morning, anyway. Tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow for sure.
Lincoln found himself awakening in the middle of the night to his door creaking open. "Linky, are you awake~?" Cooed a sweet, yet sultry voice; Lincoln rubbed his eyes, sitting up and looking at the intruder with a tired squint.
"Leni…?" He called out quietly, seeing his sister standing in the doorway, illuminated by the moonlight cascading through his window. She looked cleaned up, her hair nearly brushed and her makeup applied perfectly, which he thought was odd… why would she put on makeup if she was going to bed? As she took a step forward, Lincoln's heart stopped as he noticed her nightgown was practically see-through. "L-Leni!" He stammered, red-faced. "W-what're you-"
"Shhhhhh~" She gently shushed him before taking his head in her hands and pressing her lips to his. Lincoln's eyes went wide, his heart racing as he felt her tongue slither past his lips and into his mouth. Slowly, he shut his eyes and leant into the kiss. Soon enough, the kiss broke and he found himself pushed down onto his back, Leni staring down at him with a sensual gaze.
"L-Leni…" Lincoln gasped, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "W-what…"
"I just love you so much, Linky." Leni giggled, her sweet voice carrying a barely hidden note of lust. "I couldn't stand waiting any more. I want to show you just how much you mean to me~" Leni leant down, kissing him on the neck before pressing her tongue lightly against the nape, making him jump and shudder in pleasure. She slowly dragged her tongue up his neck and traced the contour of his cheek before flicking against his earlobe.
"O-oh God, Leni…!" Lincoln bit his lip, finding himself unable to move and completely at her mercy. He couldn't have stopped this even if he wanted to… there was no way in hell he had that much willpower. Leni chuckled, slowly sliding her hand down his chest and hooking her fingers on the waistband of his pajamas.
"Show me, Linky…" She whispered huskily in his ear as she slid down his pajama bottoms. "Show me how much my baby brother has grown~"
Lincoln suddenly jolted awake; he was in his room, of course, but there was no Leni. A dream. It had all been a dream.
Then why did he feel so drafty…?
Lincoln glanced down to find that yes, his blanket had been pulled away, and yes, there was a hand gripping he waistband of his pajamas… Lisa's hand, specifically. In her other, she held a massive syringe filled with a glowing red fluid. "Ah, you're awake." She said in a flat, dry tone, as if there was nothing unusual about any of this. "My apologies, Lincoln. It seemed that you were having a pleasant dream, and I didn't wish to disturb you."
Lincoln stared at his little sister in silence, his expression more one of exasperated confusion than shock. After what felt like forever, he let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shut his tired eyes. "What are you doing, Lisa." He said in a voice just as deadpan as hers. There was no note of surprise in his tone, nor anger… quite frankly he was beyond that at this point.
"Simple, brother." She said. "I need to inject this serum into your testicles."
Again, silence. Lincoln stared at her with a furrowed brow, his mouth slightly ajar. "…Why." He said at last, his voice monotone as ever.
"I developed this with the help of your sample from earlier," Lisa explained. "This syringe contains billions of microscopic nanobots that, in essence, will rewrite your genetic code, altering your reproductive cells to prevent the negative effects of inbreeding should you pursue a sexual relationship with Leni. Assuming this works as intended, of course."
"…Right. And if it doesn't work as intended…?"
Lisa averted her gaze, clearing her throat. "In the worst case scenario… the nanobots enter your bloodstream, potentially bunching together as they travel through your veins and likely resulting in heart failure."
Lincoln glared at his sister with an unamused expression. "And… would this hurt?"
"Not at all. This procedure will be completely painless-"
"For me, I mean."
"Oh... not for you, no." Lisa mumbled, readjusting her glasses. "You will find the sensation quite excruciating, I believe. However, I'm certain you are more than capable of handling it."
Lincoln blinked. "…Lisa." He said, leaning forward and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Why. Why would I ever let you do this."
Lisa frowned. "Yes… yes, I suppose you're right," She sighed, lowering the syringe. "My apologies, brother. It was foolish of me to assume you would agree to such a reckless request."
"Just go to bed, Lisa." Lincoln groaned, flopping back against his mattress and pulling his blanket back over himself. He heard the shuffling of Lisa's feet as she walked away, followed by his door closing. For several minutes, he tossed and turned as he tried to fall back asleep, to no avail. With a resigned sigh, he got out of bed.
Well, as long as I'm up, he thought, glancing over to his laptop on the desk. I guess I may as well blow off some steam-
Just then, his door swung open again; Lisa popped back inside with a small black pistol, aiming it right for Lincoln. "Lisa, what-" He began, only for Lisa to pull the trigger, firing a large dart directly into the poor boy's groin. He let out a strangled gasp of pain, falling to his knees as an intense burning sensation spread across his body; for lack of a better term, he literally felt as though his balls were on fire.
Lisa gave a satisfied smirk as her brother writhed on the floor in agony, plucking the now-empty dart from his crotch. "And that's that. The worst of the pain should subside in a few hours… should you feel yourself experiencing cardiac arrest, a few strong blows to the chest may be enough to dislodge the nanobots… at least, it's a possibility."
"Lisaaa whyyyy…?!" Lincoln hissed in pain, clutching his rapidly-swelling groin as he collapsed to the ground in a fetal position.
"For your benefit, dear brother. No need to thank me." She said as she headed for the door. "Good night, Lincoln. I'll be back in the morning to check on you. Oh, and don't be alarmed if you notice blood in your urine for the next several days… it's most likely nothing to be concerned about." And with that, she was gone.
Note to self, Lincoln thought between surges of intense pain. Never tell Lisa ANYTHING.
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