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Literally Normal	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
Chapter 2: We Have to Talk
It wasn't the end of the world, right?
Right.
…
No.
No, wrong. It was literally the end of the world!
Lori broke her brother! She couldn't even wait long enough to check that the door was shut. She just yanked her shorts down and slammed her hand inside. Fuck protecting her younger siblings! She was a despicable sister!
Oh, my God…
Lori was on her bed, reading article after article…
Learning how a lot of serial killers and spouse beaters became that way because of incestual trauma they suffered as kids.
She didn't want Lincoln to grow up as a mass murderer all because he saw his older sister jilling herself!
A few tear drops fell onto her lap as she read all the list of problems he was gonna suffer.
He might not be able to get it up now unless his future wife dresses up like his sister to re-enact the first time he experienced sexuality.
He might never be able to get it up at all because he's so traumatized and in so much mental pain and anguish.
Oh, God, no…
He… h-he might experiment on his little sisters to explore a… a twisted and corrupt desire that he now has.
Fuck you, Lori, you ruined your brother's life!
The teenage blonde fell backward onto her pillow and slammed her face into the fluffiness. And she bawled her eyes out as she played every scenario over and over again inside her mind. But no matter which way she looked at it, she always came back to the same conclusion.
Lincoln Loud's sex life was over; probably his ENTIRE life was thrown to the gutter! And it was all Lori's fault. She did this, and… and she had to fix it.
She sat up, sniffling and wiping her black mascara streaks from her face.
Ok, get it together, Lori.
She has to fix this. Not just for Lincoln, but for her sisters and his future family!
Right, so… what could she do?
Lori held her knees and looked up at the ceiling.
Think, Lori, what can you do?
Sooo, Lincoln is probably scared and confused right now. He… might be googling what the hell Lori was doing, to find answers and help him understand and make sense of it all. He might find porn… incest porn… and might learn how to jack off. He might wire his brain so he only gets aroused by watching videos of brothers watching their horny sisters jill their selves…
Ok, stop it, Lori. It's not too late.
He doesn't need google, if she just… gave him the answers…
Right?
Right.
She needed to talk to him anyway. She needed to make sure he knew that masturbation was healthy and normal… she might also have to explain what it is cause she'd like to think he's the pure, innocent little brother she held in her arms the day he came back from the hospital. His pink skin, his wispy hair, his tiny eyes staring up at her like she was his entire world…
Before she knew it she was laying on her back, holding a pillow to her chest, and smiling so big.
His first word was "sis" and he said it to her.
Lori would never forget. She couldn't lose that, couldn't lose him. She had to fix this and restore their relationship.
She tossed the pillow aside and got up off her bed. Facing the door, she took a breath.
Lori knew what she was going to do.
The blonde seventeen year old was standing in front of the old closet door. She touched the handle and remembered running inside the old place with Luna hot on her heels. The two giggled as they moved boxes out of the way and hid behind them. They snickered as they heard Leni's high pitched voice come from the hallway.
"I totes gonna find you!"
Leni never did find them, Lori reminisced. Instead she'd found a book in mom's old craft room, which was now the twins' bedroom. It was a book on how to make clothes.
Lori smiled as she moved her hand up and, taking a steadying breath, knocked raptly.
"Come in," her only male sibling replied.
Lori took a moment to look around the hallway.
Luan was chasing the twins around with a camera, filming those precious memories where Lola tackled her twin sister to the ground, put her in a headlock, and challenged the house.
"Anyone else want a piece of Lola Loud!? No!? I didn't think so!"
Lori looked toward her bedroom on the other end of the hallway, and smiled as Lucy was holding up two identical gothic dresses and asking Leni's advice on which one looked the spookiest.
Alright, Lori, quit stalling.
She took a deep breath, raising her shoulders nearly to her ears, and let it go with an audible exhale.
Her heart was racing as she opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind her. Her hands were now clasped behind her back, and she was sporting a sheepish grin.
Lincoln was sitting at his desk; and as soon as he realized it was Lori that had entered his room, his face turned scarlet and returned to his computer.
The teen girl stepped forward.
His future is riding on you not screwing this up, Lori.
"Lincoln," she hugged herself with her arms, "We need to talk."
The boy refused to look at her for a moment. Then, he turned toward her and nodded at his bed.
Both siblings moved awkwardly to the mattress, sitting down with several feet between them.
Lori looked at the ground, her hands folded on her lap.
Lincoln was fidgeting, playing with his clothes; starting to reach for Bun Bun, and stopping because he didn't want to look immature around Lori.
"Sooo," she started, looking at her brother.
He turned to her and saw her staring. He quickly blushed and dipped his eyes down. Then, he realized he was staring at her lap, where her hand had-
He gulped and looked at the floor, burning even hotter.
Lori sighed; none of his behavior escaped her notice.
Was she too late to fix this?
"Look, tell me what you saw, and we'll go from there."
Lincoln tugged on his collar as his eyes darted over to Lori's shorts, her bare thighs, her fingers clasped over her lap…
"I-I saw you, um," he trailed off.
Lori wanted to touch his shoulder, to reassure him, but thought better of it.
"It's ok, Lincoln. I won't get angry."
Her little brother looked up at her and she smiled for him. His shoulders relaxed a little, and his chest loosened to let in a few soothing breaths.
"I… heard noises and got worried…"
Lori nodded at him, watching as Lincoln's cheeks burned, as he turned his eyes down at her lap before gazing at the floor again.
"I saw you moving on the bed. Y-your… shorts were down your legs and your hand was..."
He pulled his on collar, almost expecting Lori to pound him for even seeing that much.
But she never touched him or made any noise of disapproval.
So, he continued, "Y-your hand was moving between your legs. You lifted your shirt a-and, um."
He looked back at her face, and Lori was surprised to see the guilt in his eyes.
"I saw your- uh, y-your boob and your hand touching it. I-I'm sorry, Lori, I- I knew it was wrong to watch but I was too curious."
He started to shake, his lips quivered. Lori knew it was time, and she slipped an arm around his shoulders, pulling his cheek to her breast.
"Shh, it's ok, Lincoln. Did you see anything else?"
He nodded, his cheek scratching her comforting chest.
"Y-yeah, you were s-saying bad words-" Lori blushed, "-then, you s-screamed and went quiet. I… I got worried and wanted to ask if you were ok, but then you turned and saw me."
She felt him stiffen in her arms.
"I got scared, and I knew I shouldn't have watched, so I ran. I'm sorry, Lori."
His head drooped, but he leaned into her, giving himself over to her punishment.
Lori frowned, and stroked his back, holding him close to her heart.
"It's ok, Lincy, I... it was my fault. I should have locked the door. You're not in trouble."
Lincoln nodded his head, accepting her words for now.
Lori continued rubbing his back, and when she felt his hands slip around her waist, she hugged him as well. Both siblings squeezed each other in a tight embrace. Lincoln turned his head, laying his ear on her breast, listing to her life's rhythm. Lori laid her chin on his snowy hair.
"You're probably curious about this, ain't you?" Lori asked him softly, her jaw moving in his fluffy hair.
She felt him nod, and Lori chuckled.
"I can't blame you. I was really curious when I was eleven, too."
She pulled him from her chest and turned herself so she was facing him.
Their legs were touching each other. Her hands were on his shoulders. His hands were still lightly wrapped around her waist.
"It's literally normal, Lincoln. When you get older, you start feeling things- feeling like you need to touch certain places, l-like, um, like I did."
He blinked.
"Will it feel good to touch my wiener like that?"
Lori felt her cheeks blush as a fleeting image of Lincoln touching himself filled her mind.
"Yeah, it'll feel really good, and it's perfectly healthy to touch yourself."
Her fingers squeezed his shoulders.
"Don't feel ashamed of it, ok? It just means you're becoming a man. But don't rush it either!" she hurried to tell him, "It'll happen when it happens, alright?"
Lincoln nodded.
"Alright."
She poked his cheek.
"And don't do it in front of your other sisters."
Lori gave him a wide smile as the boy nodded a silent oath to obey her.
"If you have any questions about it, you can always talk to me, ok? That's what big sisters are for."
Lincoln grinned and nodded his head.
"I will, Lori. I promise."
Lori nodded and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug.
They held each other for a few moments, and Lori kissed his forehead as they slowly let go. Lincoln pushed his lips onto her cheek right as their arms fell away.
The older girl got up and walked out of his room, leaving her brother alone to his thoughts. She touched her cheek, which was tingling now.
Lincoln didn't know why, but his eyes couldn't leave her butt as she sauntered away from his room.
And for the second time in his life, he felt a twinge in his groin. A curious feeling… that felt kinda nice. The first time he felt that was when he saw Lori touching herself on her bed.
Is that what Lori was talking about? Was that the urge to touch himself that he'd get when he became a man?
He'd ask her later on.
But he couldn't get it out of his mind, and the tingling only grew more insistent.
So, maybe that's why Lori shoved him out of the way and ran up to her room?
His hand drifted down to his pants and he rubbed his groin a few times.
He hummed and waited for something to happen.
Hmm, maybe he could ask Lori what a boy has to do to make it feel good?
Yeah, he would do that, but later. Right now, he had a brand new limited edition Ace Savvy comic to dive into and it wasn't gonna read itself.
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