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Leni Loud's How to Screw Your Family	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 2766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no profit off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Leni
- 2-Luan
- 3-Luna
- 4-Bobby
- 5-Maria
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- 2
- 3
Author's Notes:
I'll be upfront and say I'm expecting this one to have a bunch of chapters. Many may be small, some may be big. And we'll have to build up to the smut, hehe~ I do hope you enjoy it, though!
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Chapter 2: Luan
Today was a warm day. The sun was beating down so hard, Leni could easily imagine their home was sagging. The windows, partly open, were tired eyes. The door, a wide mouth begging for oxygen like a desperate fish flopping in a bowl of sand. The wooden planks on the front steps were rainbowed up from age and exposure, making a slight frown at the unbearable summer heat.
Leni felt terrible for the poor house. And all around her, she could see how miserable everything was. The scorched sidewalk, breathing so hard that little vapors were wafting up toward the sky. Squirrels were hiding in the tops of the trees, hoping for just a little bit of wind to hit them and caress their fur with a chilly hand.
But as much as she wanted to help them, she couldn't. It made her sad, but what could she do? She didn't have near limitless resources, money, and brain power, or live in Danville.
What she could do was help her family, and help herself.
She was walking to the park with a few of her siblings to spend the day together. Luna, Luan, Lincoln, and Lucy were all trailing behind her like a line of marching soldiers in the Sahara. Panting, dying, exhausted… and it had only been five minutes.
Leni was wearing something loose and breathable today. A miniskirt that barely hung to her mid thighs. A cropped tank top that rested a couple inches above her belly button, with a low neckline that revealed a good bit of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her sandals clacked against the pavement with each step she took. The little bracelets on her hands jangled with each motion of her hips and arms, in steady synchronicity. A little purse that looked like a tasty slice of watermelon hung from one shoulder. She had a pair of headphones in her ears, listening to some music she "borrowed" from her sister's room.
But, hey! It's not like Luna would notice if one of her albums was missing from the shelf…
Right?
"She was taking her time, I was losing my mind-"
Leni shivered as Bon Scott's voice flowed through her head, into her body, into her swinging hips. She didn't know what it was about this man… but his singing, coupled with Young's bouncy guitar rhythm, made her feel things deep in her bones.
She turned around, starting to walk backward to keep the pace, and she glanced at her four siblings that journeyed with her through the tortuous nightmare killbox… more commonly known as summer.
"-There was nothing that she wouldn't do."
She loved this song especially. Touch Too Much. It made her look at them each in turn.
Made her look at Luna. With her thin hips that were just starting to get a nice curve to them.
Made her look at Luan's flowing skirt. A jolt ran across Leni's shoulders at the same time a bit of wind ran through the fragile garment, and Luan hurriedly held it down with her hands; a pink blush covering her cheeks as she made sure Lincoln didn't see.
Mmm~ that was hot.
Her eyes looked over at Lincoln, to see him scratching the back of his neck as he kept his eyes far away from Luan.
Huh… now that is interesting.
Haven't you seen a girl's panties before, Lincy? What difference does it make if she's wearing them or not~?
Yeah, that had her attention now. Her full undivided attention. Her unwavering, focused, undying-
BAM!
"Shit!" Luna yelled as she ran up to her older sister. "Are you ok!?"
Leni sat down on the ground, her knees straight and her legs angled out to both sides. Her hands were on the ground as she leaned forward.
No, I'm not ok! That huuuuurt!
She looked up as Luan kneeled before her.
"Where does it hurt most, Leni?" she asked like a good sister.
With little tears in her eyes, she pointed at the back of her head. But her hand froze when she felt pieces of plastic in her ponytail.
She pulled out her white sunglasses in shards; a broken mess that she crushed when she walked backward into a low-lying limb. B-but, hey, at least the headphones were ok…
Actually, no. They were broken, too.
Sniff.
…
Sniff. Sob.
Tears were really starting to come now, and Luan's hands came down upon her arms in an instant; trying to comfort her. Her voice hushed her from crying; soothed her tears away.
"It'll be ok, Leni. Now lean forward so we can see how bad you hit your head."
Leni nodded, wiping her tears with her hand. She leaned forward, pointing her eyes downward.
Luan's hands went to her hair, and she started removing the scrunchie Leni had in place.
Her gentle fingers were pleasing to Leni's sore skin. They brushed through her hair with soft strokes; prodded her sore area with tiny motions. Leni hummed as her sister was being extra careful with her, as her other hand went to Leni's back and rubbed her… trying to distract her from the pain of examination.
And the distraction was working wonders.
The little sensations were like magic charms for Leni's libido, too~
And wanna know what else was distracting her?
How loose Luan's skirt was.
As the girl knelt before her, Leni's eyes could see how the thin garment rested against her legs almost like a tight pair of leggings. Wherever Luan moved, that skirt followed like a stream of water slishing between rocks. And the way it dipped between Luan's thighs, forming a little 'V' at the apex of her legs, had Leni so distracted she forgot to breathe.
Her fingers itched with the need to reach out and do her own examination.
Excuse me, miss, but I'm afraid that skirt is breaking the law, Leni thought with a authoritarian voice.
W-what is it doing, O-officer Leni? replied Luan, with her stomach leaning over the hood of a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back.
Dream Leni leaned down, pressing Luan down with a firm hand on the bottom of her spine. It's tempting me to do criminal acts with your body.
Dream Luan shivered as Leni's hot breath whispered across her neck; as her ponytail was pushed away so a pair of lips could claim her skin. A-a-and what are you going to do?
Leni purred as her other hand slipped over Luan's tight butt, lifting the girl's skirt up as she was trapped against the car. I'm gonna punish you for being a bad girl, Luan.
Her hand prodded the panties barely keeping her away from the illicit contraband she needed to thoroughly examine, inch by inch, stroke by stroke~
The dream suddenly vanished when she heard Luan gasp.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Leni blinked her eyes.
Oh.
Oh!
Luan was staring at her with flushed cheeks, incredibly wide eyes, and a mouth so wide Leni bet she could put her whole hand in there.
Dang. Now, she kinda wanted to try that. Shlick~
She looked down and her hands were on Luan's thighs, kneading her flesh through the flimsy, yellow-plaid fabric.
Her sister felt so warm, so pliable, so inviting~
Her eyes darted around and… wow, for some reason they were alone.
Her mind instantly frolicked in worry.
"Where are they?"
Luan gulped. Why did Leni's hands feel so good on her legs?
"T-they went to buy some bandages and antiseptic. Y-you have a, um…" Her legs squirmed a little under Leni's steady, firm presence. "...uh, a slash."
Leni blinked and pulled away. She raised her arms up and out of the way, unintentionally drawing her chest up; making it firmer, rounder… drawing Luan's eyes like a fly to a honeyed death trap.
Unable to resist, knowing it was wrong and doing it anyway… Luan gawked with wide eyes. She never realized how curvaceous her sister had become. How full and womanly Leni's assets were becoming.
Damn, she was hot enough to turn a woman gay.
Luan blinked. Fuck! A-am I turning gay for my own sister!?
Leni looked down, putting her hands on her naked waist. Her skirt was so short Luan could see her panties between her thighs. There was a white belt looped around the skirt, holding it up, and Leni unlatched it to pull it out.
She lifted the belt up, pointing at it with a little smile.
"Lu-an," she teased on a faux-condescending voice, "this isn't a sash. It's a belt!" She giggled, squeezing her arms together happily; which just so happened to push her breasts out farther, press them tighter into the shirt. She started looping the belt back around her skirt.
Luan gulped as those hands worked around Leni's waist. Wew. So flat and smooth. With a hint of muscle just underneath. Luan was willing to bet they'd ripple beneath her hands… her trembling, guilty, roaming hands.
She could see that tank top stretch across her ribs, across her breasts, and it made Luan want to move her hands upward. Slipping over each little rib, cupping the sides of her sister's knockers, flicking Leni's nipples with her-
What the heck are you thinking about!? This is your friggin sister!
Her nose felt so hot, she had to sniff. She was nearly close to bleeding out… wew.
Her cheeks were so warm. Her shoulders were burning with heat.
Suddenly, the summer sun didn't sound so bad after all. Heh. Get it?
Y'know, cause Leni was so freaking hot today that Luan couldn't keep her eyes from ravishing her body, or her hands-
"Uh, Luan, why are your hands in my shirt?"
Dammit!
Luan blinked and sure enough… just inches below her sister's generous swells, her hands were pressed flat to her chest. And, gosh, her sister was so warm, so amazing under her hands…
Her thighs clenched together, and that's when she realized she had a problem…
A major problem.
Her panties were so wet she could feel the damp fabric shlicking between her legs. If she wasn't careful, she'd end up getting it on her skirt. And then she'd be stuck walking around like that all day.
Horny.
Wet for her own flesh-and-blood sister.
God, she wanted to claw her own traitorous eyes out! But could anyone blame her!? She couldn't freaking look away from the seductress kneeling before her!
"U-uh, Lu-an?" Leni repeated with a hitch in her voice.
Luan was almost afraid to look, but thankfully she didn't have to.
She could tell just from how amazingly-squeezable the flesh was beneath her hands that her own fingers had stabbed her morals right in the back with the cold dagger of unrelenting lust.
Fuck me… Luan thought to herself.
Oh, God, yes! her conscience replied, licking its lips with a curious hunger.
Not now, idiot! she fought back.
It was hard… so painfully hard… pulling her hands out of her sister's shirt, but she managed it.
It was even harder to look into her innocent sister's eyes, give her a reassuring smile, and tell her she wasn't groping her like a creep.
She was, uh… uh…
Checking her for bruises! Yeah! Leni would believe that, right?
A jolt of shame surged down her spine, and she nearly had to turn her eyes away from her older sister's wide, endless pools of blue… like the gentle tides of an ocean that she could swim in for hours on end.
How can you betray your own sister like this… lie to her face about your own sinful urges?
"I-I was just, uh, checking for any cracked ribs, sis… ha-ha… ha… get it?"
Leni tilted her head and frowned.
"...no?"
She didn't get the joke. What's more, Luan was acting off. She couldn't look Leni in the eyes. Her face was super red. She was trembling. Gosh, she looked like she'd suddenly gotten sick!
"Luan, are you ok? Are you, like, dying?"
Luan tried to swallow, barely managing it with her dry throat. She rubbed one arm with her other hand and looked down, to the side.
"Y-yeah. I just need a drink of water… then, I'll feel better."
Leni stood up, and Luan couldn't help it… her eyes trailed up Leni's long, slender legs. They were drawn up them; going farther and farther and-
Holy guacamole, I'm so gay for Leni…
Luan took her sister's hand, and reluctantly broke her gaze with Leni's white-and-seafoam green striped panties to stand up on her shaky legs.
Leni slipped her hand around Luan's waist, her fingers resting on the girl's skirt.
"Come on, let's get you some water. Would that make you feel good?"
Luan nodded her head, but in her heart she knew it wouldn't help. She'd caught an itch… an itch that was sending waves of lust through her body. The epicenter was at her sister's hand. And she so badly wanted Leni to slip her fingers over her hip, cup her rear… hold her close as her other hand loosens Luan's hair to let it fall all around them… kissing her, loving her, knowing her in the middle of the park…
"Y-yeah that sounds, uh… s-sounds pretty good, sis."
Luan tried to convince herself otherwise, but no matter how she looked at it…
She was so fucking screwed it wasn't even funny.
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