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Mr. Fix It	By : Obstinatural Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 9601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lynn gave a shaky sigh as she led the way into the basement and slapped on the lights. Lincoln has been acting really weird lately, and now she just heard him yell at Leni while smacking her around. She thought the two of them were pretty close, but hearing her odd cries of pain made her second guess herself. She had to get to the bottom of this.

Lincoln watched Lynn's wet ponytail sway from side to side as they descended the stairs, her taught butt clenched in trepidation. He gave a sigh of relief- at least someone has just as flat of a butt as him. He blinked and shook his head, now wasn't the time to stare at his sister's butt. He shook his head again, there probably is never a time to stare at his sister's butt- he really needs to sort out this hormone problem.

Lynn probably heard Lincoln slapping Leni's butt, but she probably doesn't know the nature of the spanking. She probably thinks he's beating her or something. Lincoln tilted his head as he followed her down, it's odd that she didn't burst open the door to karate chop Lincoln on the head. Lincoln could only think blackmail was the reason for her lack of intervention- but that is not really Lynn's M.O.

His phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket, "Clyde," He sighed to Lynn, "Let me take this real quick."

Lynn furrowed her brow and turned around to complain but saw Lincoln already holding the phone to his ear, cutting her off. His face wasn't exactly neutral, there was a tinge of worry to his brow but Lynn recognized it as concern not guilt.

"Yeah, how is the gam-" Lincoln paused and gave a sad sigh, "Yeah, She had another tough day at work… er," Lincoln raised his eyebrows at Lynn and turned around, he lowered his voice to a whisper but made sure Lynn could still hear, "You know about Negative Reinforcement? Like for animals and stuff-" He gave a sigh, "Yeah. She- she asked me to yell at her and be stern with her. Apparently she thinks everyone is too nice to her and she never learns from her lessons because of it…" Lynn heard him take a sharp inhale through his nose, "I know! But… she wouldn't budge until I tried it. I know! She isn't an animal but I mean…" He gave a groan, as if angry at himself, "I can't say No to her… I really need to work on that." A moment of silence was broken by Lincoln's sagging voice, "Well… she took it really well and thanked me- which was kind of weird. But she's all smiles now- Y-yeah I'll keep an eye on her. This kind of behavior is…" He lowered his voice again, "Troubling. I- I don't want her to start hurting herself." He raised his voice, "W- well you guys have fun with the game. I gotta sort this out."

He hung up the phone and stood there. Lynn stared at his back at the foot of the stairs, the dim light casting his shadow onto hers. She felt stupid. Really stupid. She took a cold shower after she heard what she thought was Lincoln abusing her sister- she couldn't believe her ears that Lincoln would even think of raising a hand against someone like Leni. Especially after living under Lori.

"I'm…" Lynn shifted in her shoes and looked down, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were… helping Leni. I- I thought you were freakin' slapping her around or something for being stupid. But- she made you…" Leni wasn't the brightest and Lynn had a good guess of the implications behind Leni's actions, "Do you want to talk about it? Was… was it scary?" He was only a kid and now Leni has him slapping her around to fulfill a bunch of weird as heck dark desires! Her heart raced in fear.

Lincoln had to stop himself from laughing.

He quickly took a deep breath and steadied his face. "It wasn't really scary or anything. Just kind of…" He slowly turned around and gave Lynn a look of contemplation, "Stupid. Like I'm not entirely sure how me doing all that was going to help her," He shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "But I guess more than anything it made me feel a bit… powerless, like… this is all I can do to help her? I wish I could do more…" He shook his head sadly to his sister, "But I'll think of something."

"R-right." Lynn's throat was dry, "What exactly did she make you do?"

Lincoln's face heated up, "Well… I wouldn't say she made me do it. I offered to help her, after all. I had all the opportunities to say no." Lynn stepped closer and Lincoln sighed and whispered into her ear, "I spanked her." He isn't about to tell Lynn how he played with her kitty, that would be a stupid idea.

"Y- you sp-" Lincoln quickly took Lynn by the shoulders and shook his head giving a glance to the door above them, her face turned crimson from the sudden contact, "Er. Right." She took him by the hand and led him to a small corner in the basement, she covertly opened up an old oversized camping cooler and took out a blanket and a dog pillow. After setting the old dog bed she sat down and draped the cheetah pattern plush blanket over herself and beckoned Lincoln to come join her.

Lincoln nodded in appreciation, a little secrecy never hurt anybody. He took off his shoes before stepping in, Lynn fashioned a cover for it and laced it with air freshener so he might as well be considerate.

Lynn stirred a bit as she tucked her legs a little bit closer to give him some extra space, Lincoln has been growing lately. He definitely isn't the runt he used to be. "So." Lynn was glad it was a bit dark underneath the blanket, she felt her cheeks burn up, "How was it… the sp-" Chills went down her spine, "spanking?"

"Interesting. I've never touched a girl's butt before." Lincoln gulped, he had a lot of questions on his mind right now and was wondering if Lynn was someone he could trust, "I wish it could've been under different circumstances. I trust that you won't let anyone know about this…"

"Er. No." Lynn quickly shook her head, "It sounds kinda… freakin' embarrassing. You're… you're not supposed to touch your sister's butt-" Lynn cut off her brother's protest, "I know you didn't really have a say in the manner."

"No…" Lincoln's voice buckled in awkwardness, "Like I said… I did have a choice. Um… I know this is awkward but," Lynn's heart almost beat out of her chest, "I kinda wanted to touch her butt. I got…" Lincoln's voice was tinged with worry, "Feelings. That I can't control. Like I'm a… a stupid kid again."

Lynn spoke fast, "Lincoln, you are a kid. Y- you can't help it!" Lynn adjusted her shorts and tugged them a bit lower, "I… I got problems… with wanting to touch butts… er…" Lynn lowered her voice, "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Yeah." Lincoln gave a shaky nod and pet Lynn's knee, she almost jumped but Lincoln ignored it- his nerves were frayed too, "It's only fair, after all."

"Right." Lynn nodded with a blush, "Th- thanks. I don't have anyone to talk about this with." She cleared her throat, "I think Leni's butt looks really nice and I wish I could have a butt like that…"

Lincoln nodded, "Right? Me too!" He shifted his jeans a bit up, "I didn't really even think of butts until today. But- I saw Leni's and," He sighed in shame, "I think I got a complex now. I wanted to spank her and when I did it made my… little guy hard."

"Oh no…" Lynn took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm sorry, Lincoln. That's gotta be weird." She scooted a little bit closer, "A-also. Uh." She shut her eyes, "I kinda wish I had a nice butt so… boys will want to touch it."

Right, Lincoln nodded, girls have a lot of body issues at this age. He felt kinda bad for comparing Lynn's butt to Leni's. "Hey… don't be like that, Lynn." He slowly went to pet Lynn's knee, the contact causing a hot breath of air to shoot from her lungs, "Your butt will come in! I- I bet it'll be just as nice as dad's!"

"Pfft." Lynn opened her eyes to roll them, "I wish. Face it, Linc', my butt will never be pretty and boys will never wanna touch it…"

"This isn't like you, Lynn." Lincoln sighed, "Even if you don't have a nice enough butt you still have really pretty legs and… and body."

Lynn tried to suppress a giggle, "Th-thanks, Linc'... I think you have a cute body too."

"C-cute?" Lincoln was worried again, Lynn cringed as she realized she used the wrong word, "I don't wanna be cute I wanna be manly." He groaned in frustration, "I… I'm starting to get these adult feelings but I'm still a kid… this sucks…"

"H-hey… I'm a girl, and girls think boys are cute. You just don't get it because you're a boy." Lynn slowly reached over to pat Lincoln's calf.

"Right," Lincoln sighed, "There's a lot of things I don't really get about girls…" He steeled himself, "Do you mind if I ask a question… about," The hair stood up on Lynn's neck, "Kitties?"

"Y-yeah." Lynn answered fast, a bit excited, "S-sure! This is just between us…"

Lynn's exuberance only made Lincoln feel a bit more vulnerable, it was one thing when Leni's happiness was at stake and he had a goal in mind- but this was a bit different. He slowly increased his grip on Lynn's knee, the sensation causing her to vibrate. Lincoln tried to compose himself, "So… Leni told me that she used to try to put her kitty at night but Lori would catch her and… be mean to her. I was wondering if maybe…" He sighed, "If Leni being unable to pet her kitty would make her… messed up in the head and give her some kind of complex."

Lynn's heart broke, she felt a little bad for judging Leni earlier. "Yeah… maybe," Lynn sighed, "She must have had it rough… if I wasn't… allowed to pet my kitty I'd probably go crazy or something. She's-" Lynn gripped Lincoln's leg tighter and began to unconsciously run her hand up and down his leg, "Really tough."

"S- so not petting your kitty enough will give you problems?" Lincoln quinted his eyes, "Dang, I bet it's probably why Leni is so frustrated lately…"

"Lincoln." Lynn stopped rubbing Lincoln's legs and adjusted herself on the oversized pillow, to her horror her panties were wet. Shame blossomed out in her head and she quickly warned, "You are not allowed to touch your sister's kitty. That's against the rules-"

"I know." Lincoln gave a tight squeeze on Lynn's thigh and released, "But I need to do something. I don't care if I get in trouble, and I doubt I will if we're sneaky enough-"

"No, Lincoln." Lynn gripped her brother's shoulders and shook, "A kitty isn't a toy. It's something special to a girl. You can't just… fix this kind of problem yourself. This isn't just about rules, it's about Leni's… feelings. If you just… pet her kitty like she's some kind of problem to solve that'll probably… give her another complex." Lynn and Lincoln sighed at the same time.

"Well, Lynn." Lincoln brushed off Lynn's hands from his shoulders, he didn't really expect her to understand his methods, "Sometimes you have to make a problem to solve a problem."

"No. None of this Man With A Plan, bullc-c-crap!" Lincoln raised an eyebrow from Lynn's outburst, kitty's must be a sore subject for her, "How many more rules do you have to break until you're satisfied?! Like, Linc' you've spent the first three months of this year grounded because of that Christmas BS you did!"

"I did my time, Lynn. I promise to be more careful in the future," This wasn't exactly the answer Lynn was hoping for and she let out a groan, "But yeah, a ladies kitty is her special place- I can't just be messing with it willy-nilly without any experi-"

"No!" Lynn blushed and backed up, "W-we can't do that!"

"Jeez, Lynn! I wasn't talking about your lady-parts!" Lincoln pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I think a hands-off approach is probably the best course of action." He lied, he was already being pretty handsy with Leni- but in his defense: he was wearing gloves.

"You don't have to… act all grossed out about my lady-parts, dude…" Lynn shifted uncomfortably and hugged her knees, "I know we are siblings- but I got… feelings…"

This is the first time Lincoln has heard of that. He blinked, "R-right. Feelings. You have them." He gave an apologetic sigh, "I'm sorry, Lynn. I don't need you getting a complex too, I'm sure your kitty is fine."

Lynn's cheeks burned and she hugged her knees tighter, "Thanks. Also: ew. Sorry, I have to say ew, even though I was the one making a fuss."

"Yeah, you have to say ew or it really will be gross." Lincoln was glad they were underneath the blanket, "Anyways…" He went back to the issue at hand, "Kitty petting: it's something you do, correct."

Lynn sighed and tried to regain her composure. Sure, it's a gross subject but Lincoln needs to know this so he can not be so weird about it with girls later on, "Yeah." Lynn nodded, "I don't pet my kitty just to pet it, that's for crazy people. Only when I get… feelings."

"Right. That makes sense," Lincoln moved his jaw around in contemplation, "Rusty says he jerks his hog whenever he gets the chance, but in privacy. When his bro and dad are away. Probably because it's gross as heck- petting a kitty doesn't seem that b-bad," Lincoln composed himself, "But I probably only think that because of hormones."

"Yes." Lynn nodded and slowly tried to air out her shorts, "It's something you do in private, if you did it around other people that would be super rude. It's your private place for a reason."

"I assume you pet your kitty here." Lincoln let this accusation slip naturally out of his mouth, with the same cadence as if he was casually asking Lynn what she had for lunch.

"D-don't tell anyone…" Lynn whispered out of fear, Lincoln could tell she was really embarrassed by this and slowly pet her thigh. She brushed his hand away, "A-and don't touch my legs after you called them pretty! It's making my hormones act up!"

"Sorry." Lincoln took a quick inhale through his nose, "I'll be more careful about touching you going forward- and I'm sorry if I've ever done anything to set off your hormones in the past."

"Thank you." Lynn made the mistake of crossing her legs and grimaced at the wetness in her seat, "Anyways," She continued on and tried to power-through the feeling of shame, "I do it in private and not around Lucy, because that's gross. She hasn't had her period yet."

"Oh. That makes sense." Lincoln nodded, "After you start your period you can have babies, and you start to get hormones and they make you crazy. I'm glad I don't bleed out of my little guy, but having some kind of visual warning that I'm undergoing puberty would be nice."

"Well, for starters: your little guy isn't so little anymore, Stinkcoln…" All this talk about periods made Lynn completely forget about her hormone problem.

"I would get upset about you looking at my dingaling, but I know you can't help it," Lincoln sighed, "Hormones and all that. But if you see me acting weird I really need you to let me know, it's one thing if it's one of you girls acting up because of hormones. But for me? I'm the only boy, I really don't want to give anyone a complex or feel uncomfortable around me."

"I promise," Lynn nodded, "But really dude, you gotta be careful about this… like… if you bottle up your emotions and feelings and hormones you'll be messed up like Leni and get a weird spanking fetish."

"What's a fetish?" Lynn cringed at Lincoln's question, and in the pale light Lincoln saw her expression change, "Wait. I think I can figure it out… so a fetish is like what makes you get… excited? And Leni likes getting spanked because she thinks that she shouldn't be allowed to pet her kitty…" Lynn nodded and Lincoln sighed, "Ding dang," He let out a sorrowful sigh, "Lori really messed with poor Leni's head."

"Yeah, I love Lori and all- but she really did a number on Leni…" Lynn let her posture relaxed and she splayed her legs around, ignoring her dampness since she felt comfortable again, "Honestly… I haven't been wrestling on you lately because I didn't want you to get all weird… and because of my hormones too." Lynn placed her hands on her things and stretched to pop her back, "Growing up sucks."

"You can say that again," Lincoln laughter stopped when he noticed the damp part on Lynn's shorts, his eyes shot open and he felt his jeans tighten, "S- so…" He took a deep breath to calm down, "In order for Leni to sort out her problems she needs to be," Lincoln tried to find the best word for this, "Cured of her fear of touching her own kitty."

"That's probably the best course of action, as for how:" Lynn shrugged her shoulders and sighed, "I don't freakin' know… I'm not a psychologist."

"Neither am I." Lincoln cracked his neck, "So she needs privacy and to feel more comfortable with her kitty. Any other elements? What sets off your hormones?"

"Eh." Lynn shrugged, "Sometimes they'll go away if I drink some water and cool down. But if I'm usually really… stuck, it's probably because of the moon or something. Sometimes: it just happens and little things will just stack up until it's unbearable." Lynn slammed a fist into her palm as if she was discussing football plays, "But I cannot do it anywhere but somewhere absolutely private. Leni has that keypad, but she doesn't know how to work it."

"Oh yeah, the keypad." Lincoln blinked, he knows the code, "That seems kinda… chaotic with the whole feelings thing." He nodded in appreciation and went to pet Lynn's leg, but thankfully remembered himself, "Er- thanks for the heads up. I have a feeling that this," He pointed at his crotch, "little guy will start giving me no ends of troubles."

"Yeah, figure out how to work that thing before you go crazy." Lynn shook her head and laughed, but her breath caught in her throat when she looked down and saw he was erect. "In private…" She withdrew her legs a little bit when she felt herself accidentally lay on one of his hands, the touch sending adrenaline through her bloodstream.

"I guess I lucked out by having my own room." Lincoln chuckled, his voice grew softer, "Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Lynn. The sooner I figure out how to deal with my problems the better, because…" He shut his eyes and cringed, as if the words hurt coming out, "I miss hanging out with you, and I'm pretty sure if you rough-housed with me now I'd do something stupid like kiss you because of my hormones." Lincoln opened his eyes and gagged, "Bleh. That was gross, sorry."

"No. I'm sorry, too… and-" Lynn sighed, "Sorry, Linc'. I… take care of my problems but I still don't think it's a good idea to… wrestle or even hug… you do weird things to me sometimes because of my hormones. I'm sure when we are all old and grow up it won't be a problem anymore."

Lincoln coughed, "I see." He gave a sad nod, "At least it's something to look forward to-"

The door busted open and Luna descended down the stairs. With a yelp the two kids jumped up and Lynn quickly hid the blanket and pillow back into the cooler.

"What were you dudes doing in here?" Luna squinted her eyes in the low light of the darkness, she hid something behind her back and Lincoln's head twitched from the movement- casuing Luna to grow uncomfortable, "Seriously… this is kinda weird-"

"We were just-" Lynn was quickly cut off by Lincoln.

"What part of SURPRISE anniversary party do you NOT UNDERSTAND?" Lincoln whispered loud enough for Luna to hear. Lynn's eyes blinked in recognition and she was terrified by just how fast he was able to scheme.

"Right…" Lynn whispered back before turning to Luna, "None ya business," Lynn rolled her eyes and walked past Luna and ascended the stairs, "Just chatting. It's loud up there."

The door closed and it was just Luna and Lincoln. Luna's nose twitched and she smelt Shower & Body Works brand Seaside Calypso body mist. Leni's preferred scent. On Lincoln. She watched as she slipped on his shoes, why were his shoes off? What weird messed up stuff are they doing? Why did this make Luna feel so jealous?

"You have something behind your back, Luna." Lincoln sighed and sat on the chest, "You aren't doing drugs or anything, right?"

"What?" Luna turned red, "No! I don't even know where to buy drugs!" That was a lie, Lincoln smirked, "It's just…" Luna revealed a pair of drumsticks from behind her back, "I was gonna do some practicing down here, Sam is upstairs and…" Shame flashed across her face and Lincoln saw her let out an almost silent curse, "f-frick…" She looked up in horror, "The anniversary!"

"Uh, yeah?" Lincoln faked a laugh, "Don't tell me you forgot-" He stopped his fake laugh and stepped forward, "Oh, man. You're in trouble. Do you have an idea for a present? It's next week!"

"I don't know!" She threw the drum sticks on a purple colored comforter that sat inside a clothes basket, "I don't know, dude!" She ran her hands through her hair, "Th-things aren't… going well…" She sat inside the basket and it creaked under her weight, "And now this!" She groaned.

The two of them were on opposite corners of the basement, but Lincoln decided this was as good as a place as any to talk.

"You and Sam are having some problems?" Lincoln slit his eyes, "That's not good." He knows just how turbulent the house can get if a relationship goes south, he doesn't need a repeat of the Lori Bobby incident last August.

"We're having a communication breakdown…" Luna sighed, "I- You know… It's just… kinda… hard to make things feel fresh, you know? It was really fun when we got to know each other and learned more about each other, but now all the questions have been answered and-"

"Huh." Lincoln scratched his head, "Well, what's wrong with a little silence? You just don't enjoy her company anymore?"

"No! I love her company!" Luna wailed, her voice getting desperate, "I- I want more of it! It's just- I try talking and she talks back and… we do, like, our homework or practice and stuff and it's like… I want more and she always gets into a mood and doesn't want to even touch me…" She cringed at what she inadvertently revealed to her little brother.

"Oh!" Lincoln nodded, "Ohhhhh…" Luna cringed as Lincoln cleared his throat, "Have you tried just opening up with… physical stuff?"

"No! That's just-" Luna caught herself, "L-Lincoln… I don't know if this appropriate stuff to talk about, dude…"

"Actually." Lincoln cracked his back and groaned, "Today I kinda realized that I'm going through puberty and am now really interested in… relationships. I think that you opening up to me about this stuff might help me understand my feelings better." He placed his hands on his knees and lowered his posture, "You and Sam are, in my eyes at least, a model couple."

"I guess that's fine. Just-" Luna held up a drumstick and held it to the light, her cheeks burning with shame, "Don't tell anyone… It's… private stuff." She sighed and adjusted her skirt, "And really embarrassing… I don't talk about this relationship junk with anyone."

"That's fine, just don't pull any punches with gross stuff." Lincoln placed his chin on his knuckles and shot Luna a smirk, "I'm not a little boy anymore, I had a boner today."

Luna let out a horrified gasp, "Sh-shoot! Wow, bro! Uh…" She shifted her weight and sat up, "Good for you! I think…"

"Thank you for so chill about this." A glint of a smile streaked across Lincoln's face, after this summer Luna will be the eldest, "You always were my favorite siste-" He covered his mouth and faked a shocked expression, Luna's eyes widened and she was about to say something but Lincoln rushed, "Forget I said that! P-please!"

Luna's cheeks flashed at her adorable younger brothers outburst and she cleared her throat, "Uh-huh…" She started feeling weird again and changed the subject, "Anyways, yeah…" She let herself relax in the laundry hamper and looked up at the ceiling, "I- I can't just open with hey, Sam, wanna make out? Like that's just… I don't know… too sudden."

"Have you guys done stuff yet?" Lincoln wondered aloud, he quickly realized that Luna might not be comfortable enough to talk about that so he continued, "You don't have to answer that-"

"Yeah." Luna sighed, "It- it was after that when we started having the problems. Like… last month…"

"Oh, well congratulations on that." Lincoln nodded his head and silently thanked Sam for taking care of Luna's needs, "Honestly, if I were Sam I would be okay with you immediately going for it."

Luna's cheeks turned red, "R-really?" Her weird feelings stirred up again in her chest, "Lincoln," She looked up to meet her brother at eye-level, "You can't say something like that to me cuz I'm your sister-"

"No! Yeah, I mean I get it." Lincoln raised his hands I'm defense, "The only reason why I'm admitting something like that is because you're a lesbian and my sister, I'm just talking… objectively."

Right, she was a lesbian. Luna blushed, "You think that I'm objectively pretty?" She lounged back down to look at the ceiling to attempt to hide her growing smile, "That's probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me, bro."

"Oh, and I don't mean that in some kind of weird physical way either," Lincoln laid it on thick, "You could be a burn victim or something and I bet Sam would still want to kiss you and stuff." Lincoln continued fast to not give Luna time to process that, "So what's really stopping you from being open to Sam about your… needs?"

Luna gave a silent gasp, she was a little bit worried now that Lincoln had a crush on her. And she was a little bit worried by how weird that made her feel. "W-well… I just think that with how things are right now with Sam if we just hung out to…" Luna squirmed a bit trying to think of a word, "Fool around that would kinda make her feel… like a piece of meat or something… and I don't want that!"

"I think if you told her that you…" Lincoln felt a bit like Clyde whenever he does his Dr. Lopez shtick, "Desired her she would probably like that. A lot. People like to be liked." Lincoln nodded his head at his words, he liked to be liked. "I'm actually learning a lot about myself from this conversation, thanks again, Luna."

"You're weirdly mature for your age, Lincoln." Luna blushed, "But I can dig it." Lincoln gave an embarrassed laugh and Luna's smile grew, "But sure," Luna sighed, "If Sam told me she wanted to screw-" Luna cringed and tilted up to give Lincoln an apologetic look, "Sorry, is that gross?"

"What? Oh, no." Lincoln shook his head, "You guys are in a committed relationship, so that's fine. It's not like I'm the one dating Sam or you."

"Yeaaah," Luna coughed, that was a interesting mental image. She laughed bitterly, "I bet you'd be a way better boyfriend to Sam than I am as a girlfriend."

"Only because I know how she handles relationships pretty well," Lincoln got up and sighed, "You took the leap of faith and decided to open yourself up to her without any experience at all," He slowly stepped forward to her corner, "That takes a lot of courage. Courage that I don't really have." He sighed as he unfolded a canvas camping chair and sat across from Luna, "But besides my own curiosity, I'm asking about you because I worry about you."

Luna quickly reached to grab the end of the blanket and wrapped it around her body, the slight eye movements Lincoln made when he sat down probably meant he got a glimpse of Luna's panties. Which wouldn't be a good thing since Luna feels weird right now. "Th-thanks, bro." She gave a tight smile to Lincoln as he loomed over her, she was basically sitting on the floor, "Thanks."

Luna was repeating herself, but Lincoln couldn't help but understand why. She was probably going to pet her kitty. Things are getting bad between Sam and Luna. He sighed, "So… do you think you can go up there and make some magic happen?"

"Uh…" Luna blushed, she felt kinda small, "Um…" That mental image of Lincoln dating Sam flashed behind her eyes, her cheeks burned. He wouldn't have any problem getting any. He'd just take what he wanted because he's Lincoln Loud, the most courageous boy she knew. "I don't know, Lincoln…" Luna's eyes misted, "I'm scared… what if… what if she says no…"

"What?" Lincoln looked genuinely confused, "Why would she say no to you?"

"Wh-huh?" Luna blushed and she brought the blanket up to cover her face, "That's easy for you to say, if she was your girlfriend you wouldn't even have to ask."

It was Lincoln's turn to be confused, "Wh-huh?" Lincoln blushed and leaned forward with squinted eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

Luna was hypnotized by Lincoln's blushing face, his mask slipped and his innocence shown through. Luna's weirdness possessed her and she opened her mouth, "If I were your girlfriend I wouldn't even hesitate." Her eyes lit up in horror and she covered her mouth.

Hormones suck, Lincoln internally sighed. "Well, yeah," Lincoln tried to play it off nonchalantly, "You're only saying that because we trust each other. It goes both ways-" He caught himself, "Crud- besides the whole siblings thing. I'm just saying," He conducted his line of thought by karate chopping the air towards Luna, "Objectively we would have good compatibility."

Luna shuddered. He is so nice to her. "I bet we wouldn't ever run out of stuff to talk to."

Lincoln nodded, "Well, yeah. I like to hear myself talk." He gave a laugh that shook the butterflies in Luna's stomach till it felt like they all had to vomit. He continued and Luna tightened the grip on the laundry basket, "And I love the sound of your voice… it gives me tingles." He giggled.

He giggled. Luna wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, "Lincoln!" She let out a high pitched whine, "I-Uh… dude." Lincoln gave a apologetic headbob and nodded. After a few moments of silence Luna regained her composure, "I know we're just joking around but… we have to be careful." Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"It's just hormones." Lincoln have a tight smile, "I've got them too." He sighed and Luna blushed as she saw him adjust his jeans, "But I'm learning how to take care of them."

Luna's head exploded in a cascade of tingles and she let out a hot breath, staring at his erect boyhood at eye-level. "R-right…" She clenched her eyes shut and tried to beat back her weirdness, "I- I don't think I can even try anything with Sam today… especially since I've been down here for so long. I was supposed to be in and out." Lincoln looked at the drumsticks to her side and blushed, Luna

"Your kitty." Lincoln nodded, "Yeah, I get that." Luna blushed furiously, "And me bothering you probably didn't score you any good points with Sam since I've taken up your time." He got up and tried to distract himself from Luna's exposed thigh.

She wanted nothing more than to kiss him. "I- yeah, dude." She shook her head, "Can you go keep her busy? I shouldn't be too long-"

"Luna." Lincoln crossed his arms and stepped forward, "She's your girlfriend."

The commanding tenor in his voice sent shivers down her spine, "I- I know… but… um…" Luna had to think of something, she needed some time, "I'm your sister- s-so she's like your girlfriend in law." Lincoln raised his eyebrow, "Or something! Haha…"

"Fine." Lincoln released his arms and bent down to scratch Luna's head, "But only because I can't say no to you." Luna almost melted as he reached down to scratch behind her ear, "You owe me."

"Yes. Anything. Anything you want." Luna almost whimpered when he removed his arm. With an almost animalistic growl she picked up the drumstick as she heard the basement door closed.

"Ahhhhh. Oh please… Lincoln…" Lincoln took out his David Steele spy-ear from his ear and sighed. He had to take a couple seconds to wait for his little guy to settle down. After shaking his head he made his way upstairs to Luna and Luan's room to keep his girlfriend in law entertained while Luna played a one-handed drum solo on her kitty.
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