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Make It Wit Chu	By : DoctorYnot Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 73636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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>Lincoln stared blankly up at the ceiling of his converted linen closet. It'd been a couple of days since the incident with Leni. Things around the house were normal, or at least appeared to be, but for him it felt like he hadn't rested since then. He couldn't get a handle on himself anymore. He could barely even fake it.
>The little boy shut his eyes and pressed a hand against his face, rubbing his palm hard against his closed eyelids for what felt like the millionth time, gritting his teeth.
>When it'd just been Lori it had been, well...not easy to isolate those feelings, but it was at least possible. He just tried to navigate around her and put her and what she was doing out of his thoughts. Forget about it. Pretend it wasn't happening. He convinced himself that his sister just had a problem.
>When that thought occurred to him Lori's smug, smirking face suddenly flashed into his head.
>N-no. Lincoln was the one with the problem. But it was still okay. Everything else was still normal. This was just one of those things, sometimes these things happened, everything was still fine, everything was still okay.
>But then another one of his big sisters...Leni too, she...
>He grit his teeth again and released a hard, pained exhale. He tried to force it all down, to make some room in his abdomen where he could stuff this new memory with all the other things that caused him pain, but it felt like he was going to be sick. There just wasn't any more room. He released a small whimper as he continued to try and force it, but he felt like something was fraying, straining, about to break. He squeezed his own shoulders and gave himself a hug, eyes shut, teeth forced together, a little ball of nerves wound so tight...
>"Kiiiiiids! Breakfast!"
>Lincoln's eyes flew open and he gave a reflexive, hollow gulp. A trembling hand reached out from under the covers and pulled the sheets off to the side. He blinked up bearily at the sunshine pouring in through his window. Had he managed any rest? It didn't feel like it. He didn't remember falling asleep. He wasn't even sure if he had. He pushed himself off his back and sat up in his bed, accidentally catching sight of himself in the small hanging mirror across his room.
>The figure sitting there was practically a stranger. His shoulders were stooped and his eyes were bloodshot and he was paler. And even though it was probably all in his mind it even felt like his hair had dimmed a little, turned a dirtier shade of white. He didn't like this boy. He kind of hated him.
>"KIDS!"
>Lincoln's shoulders jumped at his father's annoyed bark. He heard tired groans burble up from the rooms across the hall, yawns, doors creaking open. He blinked and turned back to his reflection, and the person he saw staring back was a little closer to how he remembered himself. A human being. Lincoln sighed and ran a hand over his head, his fingers lingering on his scalp before giving the fistful of hair he'd gathered a brief, gentle tug.
>He gave a quiet hiss of pain before biting his lip and getting up off his bed. The little boy steeled himself for the day ahead, yet the hand that reached out for his doorknob flinched in hesitation when he felt his sisters begin to emerge from their rooms, the sounds and vibrations creeping in from under his doorframe and sending the sensations up from his toes and the balls of his feet to his spine. The breath he'd been sucking in halted instinctually, almost causing him to choke, but he curled his hand into a hard fist and willed himself to calm down. He could feel his fingernails dig into his palm deep enough to leave marks, the feeling of unease brought on by the girlish voices on the other side of the door rolling over him like a boulder. He counted down from five, and remembered happy memories, and managed to gather enough of himself to get his shoulders to stop shaking. A soft exhale and he raised his eyes off the floor, staring at the doorknob.
>By the time Lincoln finally managed to make his way downstairs all his sisters had already found their seats in the kitchen. The breakfast table was the familiar scene of chaos: Luan cracking food related jokes, Lynn and Lana wrestling over the syrup, Leni complaining about the shape of her breakfast-
>"Why are these pancakes SQUARE?"
>"They're waffles, Leni."
>Lincoln studiously avoided making eye contact with any of his sisters, especially Lori or Leni. He instead kept his eyes glued to the floor, tracking the familiar tiles up to his chair, pulling it out and sitting down quietly. He tried to make himself look as small as possible through it all so as not to draw any attention.
>"What took you so long, baby?"
>Lincoln almost jumped out of his skin as his mother clapped her hand gently on his shoulder, pulling it back in surprise at the little boy's obvious fright. His eyes flew up to look at his mother, wide with fear as his young mind raced for any excuse, both for his tardiness and his reaction to her innocent touch.
>"M-m-m-MOM!"
>He could see Lori turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye, subtly but sharply, and the fear within him escalated to levels he almost couldn't understand. He blinked quickly but could produce no words. His mouth felt so dry it almost felt like he could fall into another coughing fit, but when his mother opened her mouth the renewed fear at being discovered, at Lori's reaction, at Lori, finally kickstarted something in him.
>"I had a nightmare!"
>The lie flew out of his mouth without him even thinking about it. The rest of the table turned to look at Lincoln in curiosity.
>"Must have been some nightmare, bro." Luna quirked a brow, unable to keep from cutting in to comment on Lincoln's obvious panic.
>"Lucky." Lucy fumed.
>"Y-Yeah." Lincoln spoke haltingly, steadying himself as recent events played over in his mind. "Yeah, it was..."
>He couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Leni, who, feeling his eyes on her, looked up from her plate at him. To his instant and deep horror he realized his oldest sister had seen where he was looking and began to follow his eyes to her roomate. The worried mother felt the little boy's shoulders tense up under her fingertips, not knowing he was using all his strength to resist throwing his hands up over his eyes and cowering. He gave a hard swallow, the saliva so thick with panic it stuck in his throat like treacle.
>"May I," he began, trying to force his spit down and blinking a few times to keep his eyes from watering, "be excused?"
>Luna's brow lowered in obvious worry and she reached out to put a hand on his forearm, squeezing it reassuringly, heedless of the fact all these female touches and eyes and hands on him made him feel like his little heart was about to give out. Lincoln heard the teakettle whistling as his mouth trembled open, a truth he couldn't contain anymore bubbling up from his stomach, pushed up and out of his mouth by his rising bile. Lori leaned in imperceptibly as Lincoln's body raised up off the back of his chair, surprise and panic painted over his features as the first few quiet syllables finally spilled out of his throat while he desperately tried to swallow them back down.
>"You're gonna want to eat up son! We've got a road trip today, after all!"
>Lynn Sr. dropped a plate of waffles in front of the boy as he moved to take the kettle off the stove. Lincoln blinked as the howling both inside and outside his mind dissipated. Whatever invisible force had gripped him and tried to get him to announce the awful truth here in front of his entire family and all his sisters receded back to wherever it had come from. He gave a short, startled bark of laughter at the sensation, feeling like he was about flop forward facefirst into his breakfast, all his previously tight muscles turning to jelly. He looked down at the cherry and whipped cream smiley face his father had drawn on his waffles.
>"Geez, talk about your cheap laughs." Luan complained at how taken Lincoln had apparently been with their father's silly smiley face gag. "My material is WAY better that and you don't give me those kinds of cackles!"
>"Now now," gloated Lynn Sr. as he finally took his seat at the table, pleased at how well his little joke had gone over. "It's not a competition."
>"Hack," she muttered under her breath before her dad easily reached out and tickled her, the young girl breaking out in peals of laughter as his fingers danced under her ribs.
>Just like that normalcy returned to the table and all the girls fell back into their old routines; Lori and Leni returning to their boytalk, Luan and her father trading jokes and Lynn and Lana finally settling on squirting the syrup into a shared bowl and dipping waffle slices in it. Even Lincoln felt a little bit of his appetite come back. He picked up a cherry with his thumb and forefinger, hesitating for a moment before popping it in his mouth. He grinned faintly as he stared down at the table, basking in the familiar sensation of the Loud house's chaos. The young boy happily rolled the little treat around in his mouth, though just as he bit into it and felt the juices squirt over his tongue he looked up to notice Leni staring directly into his eyes. He almost choked as the whole thing became instantly vile but couldn't keep the red honey from oozing, thick and cloying, down his throat. He brought a napkin up to his mouth to spit before noticing his mother turn to stare at him with curiosity. With nothing else he could do, he swallowed the pulped cherry.
>"...Y-yum." He croaked and Rita smiled at him, pleased.
>"S-so where are we going?" Lincoln finally asked, setting the napkin down after making a show of dabbing at the corner of his mouth with it.
>"Aunt Shirley's," began Lynn Sr. as he got up off his seat and began gathering the children's dishes. He spared a curious glance at Lincoln's nigh-untouched, one-eyed breakfast before shrugging and clearing it from the table too. "She had a hernia operation and we're going to help her get settled back into her house over the weekend."
>A cascade of groans and complaints erupted from the table but the family patriarch quickly cut them off.
>"Up-up-up!" He held a finger up in the air to quiet the girls. "We're family and family looks out for each other."
>"Yeah. C'mon guys, it'll be fun." Lori pushed herself up to her feet and sashayed her way over to her little brother as the family began uncoupling from the table and moving off to get whatever little enjoyment they could from their weekend before they had to pile into Vanzilla. Lincoln's hand gripped the table imperceptibly as she began to approach him, the little boy unable to raise his eyes to look at her.
>"You can ride in the back with me, twerp." She announced happily, placing a hand on his shoulder as she crouched down to turn her body next to his.
>"Just you, me...", she began, bringing her smiling face closer to his before breathing the last couple of words hotly into his ear.
>"And Leni."
>He felt as if the bottom had fallen out of his stomach. Lincoln instantly tuned out from everything else going on around him, the clamor of his many sisters muting to nothing. He quickly felt it return, that loud whistling noise. His eyes darted left to see the teakettle sitting empty in the sink, but the screeching only got louder. He could FEEL Lori smirking next to his ear, the hand on his shoulder dropping to trace playful little circles on his chest. He shut his eyes.
>"I won't go." He whispered hoarsely.
>"What was that, Lincoln?" Rita turned around from doing the dishes. "Oh my goodness! You're so pale!"
>Lori backed off as their mother rushed over to place a hand on his forehead, the worried woman instantly feeling the cold sweat on his skin.
>"Lincoln! You're ice cold! Honey, get in here!"
>Lynn Sr. hurried back from the living room. "What? What's the matter?"
>"Lincoln's sick! Feel!"
>The older man reached out and placed his hand on his son's forehead, flinching at how clammy and moist it was. For his part Lincoln merely sat there and tried to gather his wits, staring dead ahead and wondering about the implications of what Lori had just said.
>She knew. She knew. She knew.
>He already knew what the implications were, he just didn't want to accept them. He could barely hear his parents arguing in the background.
>"Your sister just got out of surgery, we can't risk him giving her whatever he has! In her condition even a cold could..."
>"Well we can't leave him here alone! Not when he's like this!"
>"He's eleven, he'll be fine! Shirley's a frail woman, Rita!"
>"I'll stay with him, dude!"
>The two of them stopped their arguing and turned to look at Luna, who hadn't moved from her chair the entire time. She stared at her little brother with concern then turned back to look at her parents. Her hand was back on his forearm.
>"I know the emergency numbers and I can do a little cookin'. We'll be okay for two days." She gave his forearm another little squeeze then let her hand drift down, her fingers locking with his. Lincoln finally reacted at this and blinked, turning away from staring at nothing to look at his big sister. She was giving him a gentle, worried smile while staring into his eyes.
>"Family looks out for each other, right?"
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>"You're sure you'll be okay?" Asked Rita for the thousandth time as Luna helped load Lily's babyseat into the van.
>"I'm telling you mom, it'll be fine."
>"And you're SURE you have all the emergency contact numbers?" Asked Lynn Sr., also for the thousandth time, finally having second thoughts about leaving his little boy home alone while he was sick with who knows what. He fidgeted with the mirrors in the driver's seat, a telltale sign of his nervousness. Luna could tell he was about one second from springing out of the car and cancelling this whole thing.
>"And then some! I'm telling you guys, I've got it covered!" Her parents still dithered, Rita hesitating as she opened the door and prepared to finally get in the car.
>"I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to Lincoln." She insisted. "He's my little brother. I'll take care of him."
>Lynn Sr. paused for a moment, then released a long breath.
>"Call us if anything happens.", he at last acquiesced. Rita gave her husband a sad smile and nodded before finally climbing into the front.
>"Tell Linky we'll be back soon!" Cried a worried Leni from the backseat, fighting to get the words out through the carsickness she already felt coming on. This set off the rest of the sisters.
>"Beauty requires rest! Tell him not to stress himself out playing those stupid videogames!"
>"If thish ish your schtandard North American rhinovirush, bedrest ish indeed the optimal treatment. Increashed fluid intake would alsho be beneficial."
>"Don't forget about the healing power of laughter! There's a joke book in the bottom drawer of my dresser, read him a little of that and he'll be back on his feet in no time!"
>"'The healing power of laughter' ish largely a myth."
>"Tell him to rub some dirt on it! That's what I do!"
>"Lana..."
>"What? It's good advice!", Lynn quickly cut in.
>"Your strong immune shystems are largely thanksh to your youth and high physhical fitnessh reshpectively, furthermore..."
>The rest of their wellwishes were drowned out by the escalating argument and rumble of the engine as the van at last pulled out of the driveway and sped off to Aunt Shirley's. Luna sighed as she walked back to the house, shutting the door behind her as she made her way up the stairs towards Lincoln's room. The short-haired girl raised her fist as if to knock. She lingered there for a moment, but finally she shook her head and opened the door.
>"Hey little bro."
>Lincoln laid there, tucked into his bed right where she left him. Luna smiled gently at him as he stirred a bit, pulling the covers in a little tighter.
>"How ya feelin'?"
>He lowered the covers down from over his nose to give his sister a tight, wan smile.
>"Good. You really don't need to worry about me, Luna. I'll be...," there was a flash of something behind his eyes. "I'll be right as rain once I get some rest."
>Luna pursed her lips.
>"Just got done making a big batch of chicken soup, 'nuff for the whole weekend. You just say the word and I'll microwave up a bowl, whenever you want." She took a step forward.
>"No no, I'm fine." Lincoln shrank back, the smile on his face got tighter. "Just want to have a little nap."
>"There's movies we could watch. DVDs. I'd make the couch all nice and cozy for ya." Another step.
>"I...just want to hang out here for now. Easier, you know?"
>"Could read to ya...Play you some 'get well soon' music...", she was almost whispering now, and only a few inches away.
>"Luna, I-"
>"Or...", she paused now, towering over the prone little boy as she stood over his bed, draping him in her shadow.
>"O-or...?"
>He didn't want to know. He didn't know why he'd asked. He didn't want to know or what.
>"Or you could tell me what's REALLY going on." She finally sighed, taking a seat next to his legs.
>"Luna?"
>"I know you're not sick, bro."
>He blinked.
>"You gonna tell me what the real issue is or am I gonna hafta guess?" She swept her legs up on the bed and reclined, folding her hands behind her head as she laid down next to Lincoln. The little boy stiffened as he felt her warmth through the covers.
>"I...I don't know what you're-"
>"Linc." She interrupted him, cracking open one of her eyes to stare at her little brother.
>He couldn't meet her gaze, turning away from her and folding his hands together. He kicked his feet under the covers a bit, then turned to look at his posters, then up at the sunlight coming in through the window. Luna put up with it for a while before giving another sigh and shutting her eyes again.
>"What happened with Lori?"
>Lincoln fell ramrod stiff against the bed, not moving a muscle, not even blinking. Luna easily felt the change in his demeanor. She paused, rolling the information around in her head.
>"...And Leni, for that matter?" She prodded. He went even stiffer still if that was possible. She opened her eyes again to stare at the little lump in the covers that was her little brother, Lincoln having pulled the sheets almost up to his forehead by now. He was so still it almost looked like he was holding his breath. Luna could feel the waves of fear and hesitation rolling off of him. She pursed her lips. This seemed...serious.
>There was a long silence as neither of them said anything. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and Lincoln's halting breaths. Luna moved to say something but instantly felt the little boy flinch under the covers, making her stop and bite her lip. Another long pregnant pause. She finally released a long exhale and sat up from the bed.
>"...You don't have to tell me anything, little bro." She stared as the little ball under the covers Lincoln had curled into stopped trembling. She gave a sad smile and stood up.
>"It doesn't matter. Whenever you feel ready to talk about it, we'll talk. And if you never do, well, that's okay too, y'know?" She smiled and stretched, folding her hands behind her back and cracking her neck.
>"I love you, Lincoln." She declared sincerely as she turned and began walking towards the door, only to hear a loud wail erupt from behind her.
>"LUH-LUH-LUH-LUNAAAA!" Lincoln threw the sheets off him and raced to her, tripping before he could reach her. He crawled forward and hugged his sister by the hips, hysterical, soul-rending sobs crackling through his little body. Luna stared wide-eyed as Lincoln howled with a pain she had never heard in her entire life. His words were incoherent but the grief in his voice was so sharp and deep that it swung into her belly like an axe. Tears rolled down her eyes in instant sympathetic pain as she fell to her knees and wrapped him up in her arms, her mouth gawping as he SCREAMED into her shirt.
>"W-what-"
>Another unintelligible roar from Lincoln into the fabric of her t-shirt shut her up, the big sister flinching as her naturally sensitive musician's soul recoiled at the unreal intensity of the little boy's pain. Her hands trembled as they gripped his shoulders, eyes blinking forth more tears as she wondered just what on earth had happened to her little brother.
>"S-s-s-she fu-f-ff-" Lincoln grit his teeth as all the horrible truths he'd been pushing down all this time scrambled to escape out of his mouth first. He shut his eyes hard and hot salty tears streaked down his cheeks, his whole face red, mucous falling out of his nose so thick it almost choked him, staining Luna's shirt in snot and saline as he bit his mouth trying to put words together in any kind of intelligible order.
>"She f-f-f-fff-" Luna felt his whole body tighten up, his little shoulders vibrating with forcibly restrained sobs as he clenched his fists and grit his teeth, and she could feel herself becoming hysterical.
>"She fff-f-f-F-F-FUCKED ME!" He finally howled, and Luna's breath stopped. Her trembling stopped. Everything stopped.
>"A-a-a-a-a-a-AND THEN-" Oh no, oh please not any more.
>"A-a-a-a-AND THEN..." The little boy insisted, and she shut her eyes as hard as she could, trying to will all of this way.
>"AND t-t-", he gave a hard hiccup but continued, "And then Leni..."
>Luna's eyes shot open and now she really was hysterical, and it took all her strength not to grab Lincoln by the shoulders and shake him, force him to shut up, no...
>"And then Leni..." He hissed, spittle flying from between his clenched teeth as he lowered his head almost to her lap. She stared down as his entire body shook while he tried to gather the strength to continue. But it was no use. He practically collapsed in her arms then, oozing down the front of her as he fell into a heap at her knees. His teeth chattered and he held his face. Luna stared down at him, wide-eyed, hoarse, speechless.
>What was there to say?
>She laid on the floor and held him. And as he cried, she cried with him.
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>She had sat there with him, shushing him, holding him, stroking his soft white hair. She eased every last sob out of his trembling little body. It took hours. There was so much pain to get through. There came a point where Lincoln simply couldn't produce any more tears, and when that happened she'd rubbed his back and squeezed his shoulders as his painful dry sobs shrank down to quiet whimpers. He'd said nothing after the initial revelation. The magnitude of his pain was so immense. Eventually even whimpering hurt too much, and as Luna held him it felt like there was just as much of him soaking her shirt and dampening her skin as there was left inside of his body. Then, at last, there was nothing. She led Lincoln's boneless form up from the floor and helped him back into his bed. She pulled the sheets back, tucked him in, and kissed him on the forehead. For Lincoln the experience was an exorcism and a rebirth rolled into one. His pain was still there but just having someone to share it with was something he was so grateful for. He stared up at Luna with near adoration in his eyes, gathering enough presence of mind through the emotional rubble it felt like he was pinned under to tell her that he loved her, and those words and that look nearly broke her right then and there. She forced herself to be strong for him, and she didn't allow her voice to crack when she told him she loved him too, and she hugged him once more, tightly, before turning and walking out of his room. Lincoln shut his eyes then and the ghosts he'd felt surrounding him all these months for once let their cruelty sleep, and at last he slept too. Still and untroubled. It was the first peaceful rest he'd had in what felt like an eternity.
>What he couldn't have known then, as Luna was quietly closing the door to his room and being delicate with the doorknob just so it wouldn't squeak and disturb him, was just how what he'd revealed would affect her.
>Luna walked back down to the living room in a daze and flumped down on the couch. For what felt like hours she just sat there, listening to herself breathe and trying not to think. She'd had to control her own feelings at the time for his sake, but now that Lincoln was asleep and she was alone in the living room at night, with no one to talk to or share this burden with, the maelstrom of emotions that hammered at the foundations of her mind were more intense than anything the young woman had ever experienced. Her teeth grinded together and she just couldn't seem to swallow. A hand reached down to rub her collarbone only for her to feel the soggy fabric of her shirt, wet by her little brother's tears, under her palm. She almost broke down then, pulling it back as if she'd been burned. She held her hands against her head and let her shoulders slump, staring off into nothing, suddenly aware of just how much of her little brother she'd taken back with her from his room.
>Lincoln was strong in a lot of ways. Stronger than people gave him credit for. He'd held this secret to himself for so long. Like a piece of broken glass he'd clutched it in his mind, gripping it even tighter when it felt like it was going to slip. Anything to maintain the illusion. Anything to save his family. He'd dragged it around with him as it gouged in a little deeper every day, hurt him a little more, and then Luna, stupid Luna, she'd gone and stuck her hand in all his open wounds. All for what? To feel closer to him? She'd caused him even more pain and broke him down all just because she wanted to feel special to him, his cool big sister that always knew best, and now look at her! That weight Lincoln had been carrying on his own for so long had crushed her in an instant.
>She had to do something. She felt like she was going crazy. She couldn't sit here for an entire night and have that awfulness rolling around in her mind. She wasn't as strong as him. She needed something. Her mind was reeling like a pinball and now, freed from the need of having to be strong for his sake, she felt like she was going to fall apart any second. It made her sick at first. But then she kept dwelling on it, maybe to find some way to justify it, she loved Lori and Leni too. They weren't...bad people. So why...? She tried to get in their heads and understand how they could be capable of such a thing, what they could have been thinking. She thought of Lori at first, how could she have ever been cruel enough to force their sweet little brother down like that and take what she did? Lincoln's innocent face, so terrified. A-And then Leni? He could imagine her driving on, heedless of all the pain she was causing him, thinking it was just some game. And there was an awful spark of something then. There was disgust, sharp enough to leave the taste of bile in her mouth. And there was a profound sadness, so deep it knocked the wind out of her, at the awful realization that the loving and wonderful family life she'd always known had already been destroyed. But the worst part was the feeling underneath all of those horrible and overbearing emotions. That one small flame beneath all of them, the one she knew if she focused on for even a moment would consume her mind. That little spark of...jealousy.
>She flinched and instantly sprung to her feet, gulping hard. Her stomach roiled and it took all her strength not to throw up. She had to do something. She couldn't deal with this. Without her even thinking about it her legs began moving, carrying her to her father's liquor cabinet. She knew the key was under one of the legs. She opened it and was greeted by the sight of numerous half-empty bottles filled with dull brown liquids. She would smother that spark. Drown it. And she'd drown every one of these disgusting, terrible revelations that had been dropped on her lap. Lincoln was strong. Luna wasn't. She NEEDED this.
>She opened the first bottle and took a long, deep drink. She gave a hard cough at the taste before one of her hands flew over her mouth to muffle it. She didn't want to wake Lincoln. Poor Lincoln. He needed his rest. Poor Lincoln. Another couple of hard swallows. She almost gagged, then the smirking image of Lori passed through her head and she grit her teeth. That fucking slut. How could she!? Another few drinks and she felt like crying. Leni too. Oh god, Leni too. She consoled herself with a few more draughts. At last the bottle was empty. She laughed at this at first, then cried for a while. She laid her back against the wooden furniture and stared up at the moon through the kitchen window. She sat like that for a time, periodically either laughing or weeping. She stared down at the empty container in her hand, then turned back to the cabinet.
>She opened the second bottle.
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>"Heeeeeeeey, Linky~"
>Lincoln blinked up at the ceiling, roused from his light rest. His mouth felt dry and he was exhausted, but he felt more present than he had in weeks. He blinked up and rubbed one of his eyes with his fist before sitting up to look at where the noise had come from.
>"Luna...?"
>His sister was standing there, elbow propped up against his doorframe and a silly smile on her face.
>"No! I'm Luan! Knock knock!" She laughed herself silly at her own joke before turning away from him, briefly, and bringing something up to her lips. He couldn't see what in the dark.
>"Luna, what're you...What time is it..." He turned to look at his clock, but was quickly distracted again by his sister.
>"S'cool, luv!", she practically skipped into his room. "There ain't no bedtimes when you're hangin' out with your coolest sister! Just don't tell mom and dad." She paused. "Heh, that ain't ALL you can't tell 'em about, is it?", She giggled to herself before she suddenly noticed the look of abject misery that descended over Lincoln. Her face sank. "O-oh geez, bro! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I was just trying to make a joke! C-cuz I'm Luan, right...?" Even in the darkness he saw a hand go up to her face, heard just a little sniffle. She was crying. He forced himself to look less pitiful.
>"I-it's alright, Luna.", he gave a weak smile. "I'm just glad I have someone to talk about it with."
>There was a long silence as Lincoln stared at that figure in the darkness, and he almost wasn't sure she'd heard him. Then, nearly so quiet he couldn't hear it, he heard a short, hard sob and saw her shoulders jerk once.
>"You're such a...great guy, Linc...", she brought whatever she was holding back to her lips. "It's just not fair..." There was a long pause as they both just stared at each other, him illuminated by moonlight, her shrouded in the darkness. He looked back down to his sheets to try and think of something to say.
>"Your hair looks really pretty when the moon hits it like that, you know..."
>The little boy blinked.
>"What?" Realizing what she'd just said, Luna quickly covered for herself.
>"Y-you wanna do anything? Read some comics? Play some videogames? Oh, there's this awesome new album I just got! Hold on, I want you to hear it!" Before Lincoln could say anything she suddenly darted off down the hall, tossing her room so loud he could hear it from where he sat and dragging back a boombox. She set it up on his dresser, hands fiddling unsurely over the buttons. Finally she found play and the sounds of some slow, sultry rock song flooded his room.
>Luna sat there, momentarily blissed by the music, before starting to sway to the tune. She turned briefly to grin at him before turning her back to Lincoln again, slowly twisting, shifting, and gyrating to the song. Lincoln could feel himself start to get warmer as his big sister's dancing became more and more suggestive.
>"Luna, I really just want to sleep...", he mumbled, causing the girl's eyes to widen and her dancing to stop. She turned back to him, looking strangely frightened, before diving into his bed.
>"Nonononono! Lincooooln," she whined. "I said I was sorry! Come on! Please forgive me!"
>The little boy stared down as his big sister hugged his waist, making puppy eyes up at him as she slowly kicked her legs against his bed. He could feel something hard pressing against his back. That thing Luna had been drinking from, she was still holding it.
>"Don't make me beg..." She sounded hurt and turned her eyes away from him, though her chin was still resting in his lap. "Forgive me!" She finally demanded, hand suddenly pulling up his pajama shirt before she ducked in to blow a raspberry on his stomach.
>The little boy howled with laughter as he struggled to get out of his big sister's grasp, but she'd have none of it. Her arm kept him pinned against his bed as she blew raspberry after raspberry into his stomach, the gestures getting wetter and sloppier as she ran out of breath.
>"I forgive you!" He finally laughed. "I forgive you! Stop!" He continued laughing even when Luna's lips finally detached from his stomach, her head laying against his leg and her grinning up at him as he tried to catch his breath.
>"Luna, that's not fair!" He huffed as he struggled to get air back into his little lungs, but the smile never left his face.
>"Well it worked, didn't it?" She mumbled against his pantleg. She finally uncoiled from around his leg and took a deep swig from the bottle. In the moonlight he could finally read the label. Jack Daniels.
>She gave a long sigh as she laid vertically across his bed, letting her legs hang off the side.
>"Hey Lincoln..."
>"Yeah?" He replied as he pulled his shirt back down over his stomach.
>"You wanna...tell me about it? How it happened, I mean."
>"N-not really." He flinched. She didn't turn to look at him. Her eyebrows were knit together in worry.
>"...Please?"
>The little boy gave a long sigh. It was so long and so heavy it almost caused Luna to shrink away from him in shame. She threw an arm up over her eyes and instantly brought the bottle back to her lips.
>"Okay, Luna." She paused then, still not looking at him, then took a deep drink.
>"So how'd it happen the first time?"
>"Well," the little boy began, then slowly recounted the tale. How he'd been reading comic books before Lori walked into his room that first night. How she'd started by massaging his shoulders for a while, asking him how his day had been and how he was feeling, before undressing and telling him what they were about to do. His confusion, fear. Then...
>"What'd she do then?" Luna asked, an emotion creeping into her voice that he couldn't identify but instinctively sent chills up his spine. She'd kept drinking periodically during his entire story and was far into the bottle now.
>"W-well, she told me to take my pants off."
>"And did you?"
>"N-no."
>"So what'd she do?"
>"S-she pushed me down against the bed. And she stuck her hand into my waistband and..."
>"And then?" She cut in quickly, urging him on.
>"And then she p...pulled them down herself." He heard Luna cluck her tongue.
>"Then she grabbed my p...pe..."
>"Cock."
>"W-what?"
>"She grabbed your COCK." She insisted, raising her arm off her face and opening one of her eyes to stare down at him, the young girl wearing a mysterious expression.
>"Y-yeah." He finally conceded.
>"Say it."
>"What?"
>"Say the word, Lincoln."
>He blinked at her.
>"She grabbed my...cock..."
>He could see her run her tongue over her teeth and purse her lips.
>"And then what?"
>"She started...moving her hand up and down..."
>"Stroking it." She corrected. Lincoln shut his eyes. "She started stroking your cock. Jacking you off." All was quiet in the room as she drew in a quiet, tense breath.
>"Say it."
>"Luna, I-"
>"SAY IT!"
>Lincoln flinched and he could feel familiar sensations crawling up his back, making him break out into a cold sweat.
>"She started jacking me off." He at last stated, flatly, looking at his sister with a bit of anger. She met his stare for a while before taking a good long swallow of whiskey. She groaned as it burned down her throat, causing the resentment on his face to vanish.
>"...Luna, are you sure you should be drinking that stuff?"
>"Finish the story," she hissed.
>"What?" He recoiled as she suddenly sat up.
>"She started jacking you off! Then what happened!?"
>"S-she...She started..."
>"Sucking your cock, right?" She interrupted, quickly crawling over to him, setting the bottle down against his windowsill.
>"What?"
>"She sucked your cock!"
>Lincoln instinctively tried to crawl away from her, but the headboard kept him from backing away any further. One of Luna's arms flew up to lay diagonally across his collarbone, pressing him hard against the headboard and stopping him from going anywhere. The other fell over his pajama bottoms, dancing across his waistband. Lincoln's eyes bulged, insane panic flowing through his veins.
>"Finish the fucking story, Lincoln!" She demanded. He shut his eyes as hard as he could as Luna blindly groped under his underwear.
>"Yes, she sucked my cock!"
>The little boy's now fully erect penis sprang forth as his big sister pulled his pants down with a harsh tug, and the groan that shook her body when she finally saw it made him dizzy.
>"Oh fuck, Lincoln..."
>"Luna, please..."
>"I can't fucking believe Lori sucked you off, dude. That's so..." She leaned down to stare at it closer.
>"Hot." She whispered dreamily, before her own tongue lolled out to give him a good long lick from base to head.
>Lincoln whimpered as Luna's head began bobbing up and down on his penis. Her mouth was warmer and wetter than Lori or Leni and her tongue danced and rubbed against his cockhead with such devotion it made his heart hurt. The little boy whimpered nonsensically, the emotional rollercoaster he'd been through tonight finally crashing. The mindless betrayal of it all was making his head pound. Luna rubbed his leg happily as she began deepthroating his cock. He wanted to cry, but couldn't. He'd used all of his tears up. She finally decoupled from his crotch, long strings of saliva connecting her to his dick.
>"Did you like it?" She finally asked, staring up at him with half lidded eyes, the moonlight making the strings of spit linking her lips to his cock glow. He didn't answer, merely staring down at her with an emotional agony so complete it would have made a sober Luna lose her mind. Thank God for alcohol, she thought to herself, staring past her little brother up at the bottle of whiskey.
>"I asked if you liked it, Lincoln." She repeated and her hands dipped back down to give his wet rod a few good, hard jerks. Then she started working his cock with her hand in earnest. Lincoln shut his eyes, brought his hands up to his face, his little legs shifting and pushing uselessly against the mattress while his big sister increased the pace of her handjob. He felt his release bubbling up from within him, his back jerking with effort as he tried to deny it, to will it back down. But that just made Luna work harder, shifting her handjob to his base while she lowered her head to let his cockhead lay against her tongue. She periodically gave it wet, loving kisses, her lips smacking when she pulled away, giggling when she felt the delicious taste of his precum against her tongue. She finally pulled away and repeated the question he'd been dreading since all of this started all those months ago. The one he'd been praying no one would ever ask him. The one he knew would destroy him.
>"Did you like it?"
>He still didn't answer, but the pain the question caused roared through his body like a gunshot. He physically recoiled, hands switching unsurely from his head to his shoulders, trying to hug himself and block out the sounds all at the same time. Luna plowed on heedless, her handjob only picking up speed as she licked insistently at his cock, staring up at him from his lap with a grin on her face. He was so damn cute. Every single face he made was more intoxicating than the last. She held Lincoln's pure little heart in her hands and it was making her dizzy with lust and delight.
>"Did you like it, Lincoln?"
>She insisted, hand slowing down for a moment to give a few harder, slower, more measured tugs while she sucked at his head. The little boy looked like he was trapped between swallowing and spitting, the pain pounding in his head as he practically choked on his own misery. Luna would not be denied. She resumed jerking him off before sliding her hand as far down as it would go and stopping, repeating the question one last time.
>"DID YOU LIKE IT WHEN YOUR BIG SISTER RAPED YOU!?"
>"YES! I LOVED IT!"
>The little boy gave a hard jerk of his hips against her motionless hand before everything that he'd been holding back surged out of him. The intensity of the orgasm that scorched through his little body was unreal. Tears rolled down his face as his heart and head THROBBED with pain, yet meanwhile his balls produced more and more cum to shoot all over Luna. A huge smile split her features as she let her tongue hang out of her mouth, string after warm, thick string of cum spurting on her pretty face.
>She got a few spasms of him painted over her features, eyebrows, cheeks, neck. Luna for her part merely basked in it, greedily swallowing down his cum when even a drop touched her tongue. Not waiting for him to finish, she dipped her head and started slurping on his cock halfway through his orgasm, causing the little boy to choke as she started wrenching more and more sperm from his balls with her talented singer's throat. His hands dug into her short hair as he tried to push her away but that just made her suck him more insistently and the little boy felt what little strength his limbs had drain away as she gobbled him up, until finally his hands were essentially just resting on her head, petting her while she sucked him off. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he collapsed, boneless, against his headboard. He barely had the presence of mind to keep one eye open as he saw his sister draw back. She gave him a cheeky smile while opening her mouth to show him just how much of himself he'd left soaking her tongue. The little boy groaned and shut his eyes at the display, his sister noisily swallowing his cum down as she crawled forward and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He could hear her fishing around for the bottle on his windowsill, upturning it over her mouth as she unconsciously grinded her crotch against his stomach. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her skirt.
>"God, Lincoln," she gasped after taking a good long swallow. "THAT'S what you ought to sell at your next school fair."
>He grimaced as he smelled her breath, a mix of whiskey and cum, as she whispered hideous nothings into his ear.
>"Forget girl advice," she laughed, grinding herself against him harder and taking another few good swallows of whiskey. "Just bottle it. 'Lincoln's Love Juice'. I bet all those little sluts will be clawing at each other to get some. Hell," she paused, reaching down with one hand to pull down her panties. "I bet they all want it. Christina. That little Mexican slut. I bet they all want this. NNGHHHH-"
>She hissed as she felt his cockhead prod at her lips, her gyrations becoming more and more heated.
>"They all want it...But we're the ones who get it..." The little boy felt her grin on his shoulder as she pressed her face against his shirt. He didn't respond, merely staring up past her shoulder out his window, up at the moon.
>"And why shouldn't we? Family comes first, after all. And speaking of family..."
>She chuckled huskily and slotted him safely against her lips, whispering in his ear.
>"I can't wait to feel you cum inside me."
>She sank down over Lincoln's cock, hissing with an almost incoherent joy as she felt her little brother's rod split her depths and fill her up so deliciously. It was something she never knew she was missing yet she instantly couldn't imagine living without it. The feeling of him inside her, completing her, was so satisfying, so fulfilling. Oh God. If she'd have known she would have taken his virginity herself. Lori was always the smart one.
>"Fffff-fuck, Lincoln." She croaked before rolling her hips against his, dragging a moan up from out of his throat despite his firm intention to stay quiet.
>"I think I tore my hymen in a moshpit," she explained, without him even asking, without him even wanting to know.
>"But trust me," Luna laughed breathily as she felt him poke just one more delightful spot inside of her she didn't know she had, quickly adjusting her hips so he could lean back and push her forehead against his. She let her elbows rest on his shoulders as her pussy rhythmically squeezed his cock.
>"You're my first."
>Lincoln whimpered at this, eyes shut, causing Luna to laugh. She brought her hands up to pull his own away from his ears, replacing them with hers. Suddenly all Lincoln could hear was the blood rushing through her veins, her heart beating while her body toiled away to extract every last drop of his sperm into her womb.
>"Oh God, I love this song.", he thought he heard her say. He only now noticed that the boombox never stopped playing, and now that she had he couldn't stop himself from hearing it. Another sultry song began as her grinding against him sped up, her inner walls undulating around him, it seemed, almost in tune to the music. He must have been losing his mind. Hearing and now feeling things that couldn't possibly be true. His mind reeled as he looked back up at the moon. He tried to escape then, to fly away into his little imaginary world. He imagined...a sun-kissed meadow. He remembered...catching fireflies in the summer. His mind raced for any escape, any way to deflect this pain, any method of survival.
>And then, he had it. He stared past the moon, past the stars, and finally reached his happy place. That one dream where nobody could hurt him and everybody loved him and nobody would ever try to make him cry. He thought of Christmas at the Loud house, imagined lifting Lola to help her hang up her stocking. He couldn't quite reach either so Lori helped them. Luan and Lynn were trading holiday jokes on the couch. Luna took a break from playing carols on her guitar to ruffle his white hair on her way to the kitchen. He could almost smell the turkey.
>"This is the best part!" Luna called out from the kitchen.
>"This is the best part..." he quietly repeated.
>Then the beautiful dream dissipated as he felt something warm splash over his head, soaking his hair and dripping down into his face, stinging his eyes. The pain jerked him out of his fantasy and deposited him firmly back into the real world. Luna finished pouring what was left of the bottle of whiskey over his head before leaning forward and licking it up off his face. The sound of smacking lips echoed through his room as she sucked on his cheeks, prodded at his lips with her tongue, kissed him over the eyelids. Lincoln's eyes stung with a mixture of tears, liquor, and his big sister's saliva.
>"This is the best part," she moaned as the song built to a crescendo. Her pussy tightened against his cock and as the sudden sensation made him groan she instantly took the opportunity to press her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth. The strong taste of whiskey made him gag, but that just let her push her tongue even deeper into his throat.
>Lincoln felt like a fly in a web as Luna embraced him, her arms around his back, legs around his waist, pussy squeezing his dick, tongue down his throat, music in his ears, ecstatic stare boring into his eyes. She possessed all of him. There was nothing left that was his. It all belonged to her.
>His body gave up, and so did his mind, and his soul. He moved his hips against hers instinctively, his own blank, miserable eyes meeting her overjoyed stare, and she moaned against his lips in delight as he finally began cumming, the vibrations rumbling up from her womb through her mouth, through her tongue against his throat and down into his stomach. He quivered in utter, crushing defeat as his body pumped what seemed like endless amounts of sperm into his big sister while foreboding guitar riffs echoed through his room.
>She finally pulled back from his mouth to moan, biting her lip as she grabbed his chin and pushed his head back, letting two of her fingers dip into his mouth to rub against his tongue. Lincoln offered no resistance as she groaned, cum spilling over from her overstuffed young womb back down her pussy and dripping over his balls. She practically glowed in the moonlight, her shadow smothering him as she sat nearly slack on his lap. She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and Lincoln felt a dull ache in the back of his head from where she'd pushed him against his headboard. He stared at her vacantly as she took the two digits, soaked with his saliva, and brought them to her mouth, happily sucking his spit off of them. She held his collar in her hand and as she finally allowed herself to collapse upon his bed, she dragged him down with her, both of them laying down on the wrong side, their feet resting on his pillow.
>He didn't protest or struggle as she held his head against her breasts. Luna cooed happily as she threaded her fingers through his hair, snuffling into the soft downy white of his head while she let herself relax, feeling fuller and more satisfied than she ever had in her life. The warmth glowing out from her belly made her feel so happy she could almost scream, but she was far too exhausted for that.
>"I love you, Lincoln.", she mumbled sleepily, before letting herself drift off with her wonderful little brother snuggled safely in her arms. The final strains of the guitars faded away as the album's closing song at last finished.
>He didn't answer.
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>When the young rocker woke up her head was pounding with an intensity that nearly made her gag. She cursed the sunlight and all living things upon the earth as her body finally presented her with the check for last night's bender. Luna stirred and moaned, holding her hands against her head to try and get her brain to stop spinning, but even the vibrations of her own voice in her own esophagus made her want to throw up. She bleared crabbily at her surroundings, trying to place just where the Hell she was.
>She glared at the posters on the wall. Astronauts. Glob Man. Some toy robot sat on the dresser. She hissed as memories from last night tried to bore their way back into her head, but her mind simply recoiled. Some basic human defense mechanism for a body that instinctively knew what it couldn't handle. She sat up and tried to ignore the overpowering stench of whiskey and...something else. She felt herself step on something as she moved off the bed. The young woman moved her foot to stare down at what she'd stomped. It was a crinkled up comic book. She read the header on the top as she stared curiously at the image depicted on the cover, a caped superhero being pinned down against the dirt by some kind of savage tribal woman.
>'Ace Savvy #17: Ace vs The Amazon!'

>Every last trace of breath exited from Luna's lungs as all the events of last night suddenly crashed over her in an awesome wave. For that one instant her whole being was so overwhelmed she couldn't even blink. She wanted to scream but she couldn't find the oxygen she needed to do it. She wanted to cry but she felt as dry as a desert. Mindbending spasms of self-loathing and remorse flowed through her, sinking down to the very bedrock of her self.
>She took an unsteady step off the bed, and walked out the door, and halfway to the bathroom she fell to her hands and knees and puked.
>Bile, whiskey and her little brother's cum. The mixture surged up her esopaghus, burning her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach all over the hallway carpet. She heaved, wide-eyed, incoherent, as more and more of it came out of her. It was like all the horror that had accumulated over the last night was pouring out of her mouth. Her tear ducts stung as she wept, bitterly, through it all. When at last her body had nothing left to offer she stared down at the vile cocktail of fluids, a physical reminder of her horrible mistake, and the weight of it made her so dizzy she almost passed out.
>Trembling hands groped blindly for the bannister and Luna helped herself up. She stumbled tentatively down the stairs, her ill body tricking her mind into feeling like she was throwing herself down a cliff with each step, as she finaly descended the stairs and made her way to the kitchen in an almost automatic search for something to clean with. She was operating now on her most basic survival instincts, an overpowering need to hide her sin guiding her body. She could clean it up. She could clean it up. And even if she couldn't, well, her parents thought Lincoln was sick. He could have thrown up! He-...The thought of Lincoln stopped her dead in her tracks, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, and she tried to force herself not to think about him. One problem at a time. One nightmare. Oh my God, she'd betrayed him. She was even worse than Lori. She could feel herself becoming hysterical again and her body took over for her before she could completely break down, forcing her legs to carry her to the kitchen to fix the one mistake she could actually fix.
>The smell of breakfast struck Luna like a bucket of warm water the instant she stepped inside, and even as hungover and nauseous as she was her stomach grumbled. Her eyes scanned over to the counter next to her to notice the plate that had been prepared. Toast, sunny-side up eggs and a cup of coffee. She could feel her teeth start to chatter as she sensed the other presence in the room and she lifted her eyes, all the while trying to will it not to be true, wish it away, that she'd be alone. But instead, she saw a little boy with a cute head of white hair, an orange shirt and some frayed old bluejeans, sitting at the breakfast table with his back to her. His shoulders moved as he worked at his meal.
>"L-Lincoln...?" She asked, as quietly as she could, hoping he wouldn't hear her.
>His shoulders stilled, for just the briefest instant, and she thought maybe she saw his back stiffen. But then they lowered again.
>"Yeah?" The voice that answered her was quiet but even. She took a step towards him but saw him flinch when she did and instantly backed away. She tried to think of something to say.
>"H-How are you...feeling...?" She wanted to slap herself. What was she thinking asking such a stupid question? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She grit her teeth as her own mind lashed at her in contempt.
>"...I'm fine." The voice that came back was in the same quiet, measured tone. Through it all Luna had just stood there, nerves pulled tight as a harpstring.
>"I'm really..." She blinked as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, and she brought a hand up against her face in desolate surprise, not even realizing she'd started crying again. "I'm really sorry." She finally admitted, and when it struck her then, the absurd puniness of the word, weighted against the immensity of her betrayal, it made her feel dizzy and sick all over again.
>"...It's okay." He answered, not turning to look at her but not eating.
>"Please-", her voice suddenly cracked, hard, and she gave a sudden and disbelieving sob. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the little boy, feeling like she was going crazy. "Please forgive me.", she quietly pleaded.
>Lincoln stood still for a moment, then started eating again.
>"I forgive you." He answered quietly.
>The hollowness of his reply shattered her. She could do nothing but stare, stiff as a statue, as her little brother silently finished his meal, deposited his plate in the sink and walked past her to go back upstairs. He did not meet her eyes or even look at her as he did, careful to keep his gaze low and away. The expression on his face was blank but faintly nervous. When she raised her hand to put it on his shoulder as he walked past her he instinctively flinched, and the look of pain and fear that briefly flashed through his face, so quick she almost didn't see it, took her breath away. She choked, her hand stilling, and Lincoln stood there for just a moment. When it was clear she wasn't going to grab him, he continued walking.
>The little rocker sank to her knees as she heard her brother make his way up the stairs and shut the door to his room. She was too hurt even to cry. She just sat there, feeling the cool tile against her knees, and felt her mind reel. She would have thrown up again if there had been anything left in her stomach. The grief that seized her was so bleak and stark it felt like it had drained the color out of the room, the world. She couldn't...think. A trembling hand reached up to the counter, accidentally pushing the breakfast Lincoln had made for her to the floor, the plate shattering.
>The young woman dazedly made her way up to her feet and took a couple of tentative steps forward. It felt like she couldn't breathe. She stumbled out of the kitchen and felt her legs give out from under her again. She raised her eyes and realized her body had once more instinctively led her to what she needed. She took a dry swallow. She opened the liquor cabinet she'd collapsed in front of and reached inside. Luna grabbed hold of the first solid thing she could find and pulled it out.
>She opened the third bottle. And when she was done with that one, the fourth. And when at last it took hold of her, she took it and carried it up the stairs with her. On her way back to her little brother's room.
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