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Deviant Desires	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was a park on the edge of Spruce Street where dense bushes hid used needles and empty beer cans and polluted duck ponds festered like open sores. It was about as romantic as a knocked-over porta-potty, but romance was in the air anyway. Luna and Lincoln walked and talked like two lovers catching up after a long tome apart (and before epic reunion sex), and Sam walked slighly behind them, eyes darting apprecatively from one butt to the other. She pictured Lincoln's cheeks flexing and tightening as he thrust into his sister and a little shiver went down her spine. Luna prattled on and on about work and hers and Sam's friends, and every time Lincoln cracked a joke, she laughed and touched his arm. Oh, yeah, there was no denying it, she had it bad, even if she didn't think she did.
Hm. How could she get them into bed with each other? For all of Luna's subtle little flirting, Lincoln was completely oblivious. Understandable. I mean, what normal person would automatically pick up on their sister liking them? That's not even a place most people's minds would go. How would he react if he did figure it out? He didn't look like he shared Luna's feelings. He looked like a regular guy hanging out with his older sis. Luna was primed and ready (though she'd never admit it and probably wouldn't act on it) but he might need some persuasion.
After the park, they all walked over to Papi's, a Mexican pizza joint where you could get a refried bean pizza slice for a dollar. A fan positioned on the counter barely stirred the hot air and mariachi music filtered from unseen speakers. Luna and Lincoln sat at a table along the wall while Sam went up to the counter and ordered three carne asada slices and three cans of Coke. Luna, legs crossed daintily at the knee, planted her chin in her upturned palm and listened intently as Lincoln told her something, then broke out in a sunny grin. I wanna eat your ass tonight, sis.
Sam doubted that's what it was, but a girl can hope, can't she?
While she waited for their pizza, she wracked her brain for a way to get Lincoln balls deep in Luna. Maybe she was overthinking this, All she really had to do was whisper a little in Luna's ear, y'know, get her to embrace the incest slut within. Lincoln...well, Lincoln was a guy, and guys are easy to work on. All you gotta do is get them hot and bothered enough, and they'll turn to warm, sticky putty in your hand.
Food in hand, she brought it over to the table and sat next to Luna. "...kind of sucks," Lincoln was saying.
"Yeah, I know," Luna said sympathetically. "It's her loss, though."
Her loss, huh? "What are we talking about?" Sam asked.
"Ronnie Anne," Luna said.
Ah. Ronnie Anne was Lincoln's old girlfriend or something. Sam wasn't exactly clear. This afforded her the perfect opening to plant a few itty bitty seeds."Yeah," she said, "it is her loss. I mean, you're a great guy. Sweet, caring, considerate. What girl wouldn't want you?" She watched Luna in her periphery. The Loud girl was too busy figuring a way to pick up her pizza without spilling all the toppings to comprehend what Sam was doing.
"Thanks," Lincoln said with a humble flush.
"Any girl would be lucky to have you." She glanced at Luna. "Right, Lune?"
"Yeah," Luna agreed, "just keep looking, man, you'll find someone." She took a bite of her pizza and washed it down with Coke.
Sam opened her mouth, then stopped. Should she…?
Yeah, why not? "She might even be closer than you think."
Luna shot her a dirty look, and Lincoln shrugged one shoulder, completely missing the suggestive hilt in her voice. "Maybe," he said.
"You just gotta open your eyes and see what's right in front of you."
That earned another glare from Luna, and it took everything Sam had to keep from giggling like a naughty girl. Oooh, this was fun already.
Lincoln stared meditatively down at his pizza, processing what she had said as though it were vague and arcane wisdom and not her literally telling him to notice his delicious older sister.
"Like...let me ask you...what are you looking for in a girl?"
He sat back, crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. His arms weren't very muscular, but they were lean and toned, and his eyes were very much like Luna's; brown and deep and flecked with strands of gold that sparkled in the right light. Sam could totally see herself pushing him back against the bed, climbing on top of him, and slowly sinking herself onto him.
Was he a virgin? If so, she wanted him to fuck Luna first (ummm, losing your V-card to your sister...Jesus), but she'd be his second, and she'd ride him so hard he wouldn't have a third.
"I don't really know," he said at lenght, "I haven't really been thinking much about it, so...I'm not sure. Someone I can relate to, I guess."
You can relate to Luna, she thought. Out loud: "So, like, someone sweet, caring, and nice...like you?"
He pursed his lips in thought, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
"So...someone like Luna?"
Luna's elbow crashed into her side and hot bomb blast of pain detonated in her midsection. A breathless umph escaped through her teeth and burning tears welled in her eyes. Lincoln, contemplating his pizza again, didn't notice. To her surprise, he said, "Yeah, I guess. Luna's great and I can see myself being with a girl like her."
In the corner of Sam's eye, Luna's eyes widened and deep crimson tinged her cheeks. Sam rubbed her bruised kidneys and flashed her girlfriend a victorious smile that looked suspiciously like a grimace of pain. So little Lincy could see himself with a girl like Luna, could he? Then why not with Luna herself?
Lincoln looked up from his food. "Is there a bathroom here?"
Sam twisted around in her chair and pointed it out. "Around the corner."
"Thanks."
Sliding his chair back, Lincoln got up and crossed the dining room. Sam watched his butt until he was gone, then turned to Luna.
Ooooh, if looks could kill. Luna's normally pretty face was clenched and red, and her narrow eyes swirled with outrage. She fisted her hands, and Sam cringed. Luna had never been the domestic violence type, but there's a first time for everything. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" Sam asked innocently.
"That!" Luna said and crazily flailed her arms, as if that were all around them.
Should she tell Luna? Or should she play dumb? "What?" she asked again. "I was just telling him he'll find his Luna one day."
"You're trying something, aren't you?"
Sam put on her blankest face. Huh? Does not compute. "Why would you think that?" She couldn't resist adding a little barb. "Do you have a guilty conscious?"
Crossing her arms, Luna glared.
Alright, fine, she'd come clean. "You obviously want him, Lune, stop fighting it and just do it."
Luna opened her mouth, then grasped for words. "I don't want my brother, okay? I told you, it was a dumb thing when I was a kid. Yes, I'm happy to see my brother, is that alright with you? A-And why do you even care about this so much? What's wrong with you? You want me to cheat on you? With my brother? Like...really?"
A man on his way to a table beyond theirs shot them a shocked glance, and Luna's face burned with embarrassment. She was flustered three different ways and it was hot. "You like him and that's okay, he's family," Sam said. "That doesn't bother me. There's some lingering feelings there and just think you need to get it out of your system. It'd bring you guys closer, too."
Luna's head spun, and she held up a hand. She gaped like a fish flopping breathlessly on a dock, at a loss for words, then turned away. "J-Just knock it off."
"Come on," Sam urged, "he's sweet, nice, kind, cute, tell me you don't want him."
"I don't."
There was no force in her voice.
Sam started to press further, but Lincoln came back and dropped into his chair. Throughout the rest of lunch, Luna barely spoke, and knowing her the way she did, Sam could tell that her words were rattling through her skull like BBs in a tin can. Maybe her yen for Lincoln was subconscious, but right now, it was front and center in her mind. The seeds had been planted.
On the walk home, Luna trudged along with her hands in her pockets and her gaze downcast. At home, they both got ready for work while Lincoln lounged on the couch like he paid rent. Since she didn't have to leave as early as Sam, Luna hopped in the shower. They hadn't spoken since the restaurant but Luna's face said everything: She was still considering Sam's words, thinking, soul-searching, perhaps even self-loathing because of her deviant desires.
Or maybe she was jilling off and pretending her younger brother was eating her.
Either way, the ball was rolling on the Luna front, now for Lincoln. He didn't seem to have latent feelings for Luna so he'd need a little more work.
Sitting on the foot of the bed, Sam pulled on her shoes and socks, then went out into the living room. She went over to the couch and Lincoln sat up to make room for her. "Hey, Linc," she greeted and sat. "What are we watching?"
"I don't even know," Lincoln said, "some random show I found."
On TV, a rail thin man with scrawny arms and a hat with a comically long bill (compensating for something?) stood next to a woman with short, messy blonde hair. She jabbed her finger at the audience and let out a mad cry of, "Drink water!"
The man dabbed.
"I think I've seen this," Sam said even though she hadn't. She sat back, crossed her arms and legs, and blew a puff of air that stirred her blonde bangs. "Any plans for tonight?" she asked.
"Not really," Lincoln said, "I'm just gonna hang out."
"Kind of a suck way to spend Spring Break," Sam said.
Lincoln shrugged one shoulder. "Eh, it's fine by me. It's nice to having to stress over class and stuff."
"Yeah," Sam said, then, "it's nice having you here too. Luna's really excited." She watched him from the corner of her eye to gauge his reaction. As expected, he didn't really have one. Why would he? His sister was happy to see him. What's the big? Little did he know, Sam meant a different kind of excited, a special kind of excited, an excitement that left a girl flushed, tingly, and wet.
"I'm pretty excited too," he said.
The lack of a yummy bulge in his pants - a periscope seeking sisterly taint - begged to differ. He wasn't excited-excited, but that would change. Oh, it would change. "She really misses you and she's always talking about you. How great you are, how close you guys were when you were kids." Sam smiled because Luna was never more lively and beautiful than she was when she talked about Lincoln. "Having you here means a lot to her."
Was it her imagination, or was Lincoln blushing ever so slightly? "Yeah, I'm happy to be here too."
She patted his leg, then, on a whim, squeezed his thigh. His blush deepened to scarlet and, like a shark catching a whiff of blood, Sam grinned. D'ya like that, Lincy? She almost moved onto his crotch, but let go instead. Lincoln's face blazed with color, and he quickly rubbed the back of his neck for something to do. An idea came to Sam, and she was still thinking on it when she left fifteen minutes later.
The simple plans are usually the best, they say (or so she thought), and this plan...well, this plan was as simple as they come.
All she had to do…
...was drive Lincoln wild with lust.
Then, when he was so horny he couldn't think straight…
Doing his sister wouldn't seem so bad.
Luna Loud pressed her forehead against the slick shower wall and let the warm water pound down on the back of her head. Rivulets sluiced down the sides of her face and over her rigid nipples. It felt good but also hurt a little; they were extremely sensitive, and every touch, brush, and tweak brought her to that curious and alluring juncture of pleasure and pain. She ran her fingers through her sodden hair and turned; the spray beat against the middle of her back, and gooseflesh raked her areolas. She bent, picked up a bottle of shampoo, and squeezed some into her cupped palm.
Usually, she showered at night because it helped relax her, but Sam's constant glances were starting to unnerve her and if she didn't get away from them, she'd go off.
Was Sam constantly glancing at her, or was she just paranoid?
Do you have a guilty conscious? Sam had asked.
No! She absolutely did not. Why would she? She hadn't done anything wrong, literally anything. Except, apparently, for telling Sam about her dumb teenage crush on Lincoln. Wow, fuck me, right? I thought I could tell my girlfriend something and she'd be cool about it. Instead, she was...doing whatever the hell she was doing. Accept it, Luna, I don't mind if you shag your brother. D-Did she think she was helping? There's lingering feelings there, Lune, just give into them.
There was nothing to give into, though! Nothing at all! When she was fifteen, she was confused, her body was changing, and her mind was in an awkward state of solidifying like cake in an oven. She was dumb, hormonal, and the only guy she really knew was Lincoln. They used to sit on her bunk bed and braid vests and belts, make signs for the many concerts she went to, and sometimes...they just talked. Small things, but she cherished them so much at the time, and looking back, they were still precious to her.
She hesitated to call what she felt for Lincoln a "crush." Thoughts of him didn't keep her awake at night, they didn't plague her during the day, she never got that little flutter in the pit of her stomach when she was around him the way she did with Sam. Being with Lincoln just made her feel...warm inside, like sitting in front of a low, crackling fire on a cold winter day. He understood her in a way that their other siblings didn't; she told him things that she had told no one else to that point. He never judged her, never made fun of her, and when she looked in his eyes, she saw love and acceptance. Yeah, maybe it was a little messed up, but gazing deeply into his eyes, there were many, many times she almost kissed him, many, many times she felt that distinct magnetic pull that you should never, ever feel for your brother.
But that was a long time ago. She didn't feel like that anymore, no matter what Sam said.
Did she?
That thought gave her pause.
Well...maybe not entirely, but being with Lincoln did make her feel good, just like it used to, and every time she thought of him, she caught herself smiling.
She didn't love him in that way, though. And she never did. Look, she grew up in a big family. Her parents worked crazy long hours to support them and once they were home, they had eleven kids pulling them in eleven different directions. They didn't have very much time or attention to give, and kids thrive on attention, you know? If they don't get it from Mom and Dad, they get it from somewhere else: Trolling 4chan, defacing school property, opening their legs for the first guy to call them pretty. Luna, and her sisters, too, got it from Lincoln.
It sounds a little sick when you put it that way, but it was true. No one wanted to listen to her music or talk to her or just be there for her but Lincoln. He kind of did that for everyone, and Luna loved him all the more for it.
It made sense that she'd get mixed up and confused in her feelings for Lincoln. He was there for her when no one else was, he was a boy, and with all that new and powerful emotions in her heart and body, it was easy to mistake one thing for another. Things were different now. She was a grown woman in a committed relationship with someone she loved. The dust of puberty had settled, her body was no longer a seething ball of hormones and her mind was as clear and matured as it could possibly get. She loved her brother, but in a completely normal way.
Lingering feelings.
No.
There were no lingering feelings.
Were there?
It was technically possible, she guessed, but...no, she was overthinking it, that's all. She was normal, healthy, and was morally certain that she was not into her younger brother.
Only…
...she wasn't. Not really. Sam said she glowed when Lincoln was around, and she did. She was happy to see Luan and Leni and everyone else, but not like she was with Lincoln. She chalked it up to their special bond, but what if there was something more there? What if she did have suppressed desires?
Ignore them.
That was all she could do. What alternative did she have? Pursue him? For one, she was with someone already and perfectly, honestly happy. For another...that's some shit you just don't do. It's wrong and disgusting and...just no.
Lucky for her she didn't have lingering feelings.
Nope.
Not a one.
She was just on edge.
Thanks to Sam's dumb ass. Seriously, what the fuck? When they got home later, they needed to have a talk. Whatever Sam thought she was doing, she needed to cut it out and recognize that Luna wanted a normal relationship with Lincoln and nothing else.
Cutting the spray, she pulled the shower curtain open, bent, plucked the towel off the closed toilet lid, and dried off. She got out, wrapped the towel around herself, and went out into the bedroom, the cool air sending goosebumps up and down her arms. She selected a pair of jeans and a purple tank top from the dresser, then raided the sock drawer for underwear.
Nothing.
Goddamn it. She glanced at the overfull hamper next to the bed and rolled her eyes. There was a washer and dryer in the basement but they were both busted and getting to the laundromat down the street was a pain in the ass, so she and Sam kept putting off washing their clothes until the last possible minute. She had tomorrow off so she could do it then. Maybe she could even con Lincoln into carrying the hamper.
Hurriedly dressing, she put her socks and shoes on and went out into the living room, where Lincoln sat on the couch watching TV. "Sam already leave?" she asked.
"Yeah, she left about ten minutes ago," Lincoln replied.
Luna went into the kitchenette off the living room, opened the fridge, and bent to grab a can of soda. She leaned against the counter, popped the lid, and took a long drink. The whole time, she watched Lincoln with the guarded wariness of a woman staring down a potentially dangerous snake. She took him in slowly, starting at his socked feet and ending with his snowy white hair, and was surprised by the quickening of her heartbeat. Her stomach stirred like supple leaves in a summery breeze, and warmth spread across her cheeks. Deep inside, she felt that old familiar pull, and her heart sank.
No.
N-NO.
She whipped her head away and drew a shaky breath. She realized she was gripping the can so tightly that her fingertips made dimples in the aluminium and loosened her hold.
What was that?
Nothing, she told herself, it was nothing. Sam's shit was starting to get to her. Once she got her mind off of it for a while, she'd be fine.
She finished the soda, tossed the can into the trash, and went into the living room. Lincoln, one arm bent behind his head, stared at the screen, unwitting and unaware. For some reason, that made Luna feel dirty. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and said, "I-I'm gonna head out."
"Alright," Lincoln said. He sat up like a soldier coming to attention, and Luna's heart jolted against her ribs. Though it wasn't like him, she expected him to get up and sweep her into a hug. She'd hugged him a dozen times today...and enjoyed it...but the prospect of his body against hers, his heart beating next to her heart...terrified her. "You need me to do anything around here?"
Stop being so fucking sexy, jumped to mind, and a sharp, horrified laugh rose in her throat. She swallowed it down and grimaced as though it were misshapen in her throat. She didn't really think he was sexy, she was just making light of the situation. Heh. "Uh..n-no, I-I'm good, just hang out or something. This is your vacation." Her words tumbled out in a rush and her voice cracked here and there. Lincoln's brow arched quizzically and she felt her face flushing with embarrassment. The pit of her stomach quivered like a plate of Jello and she trembled lightly. Was it hot in here? Was the apartment shrinking, getting smaller, closing around her like a vengeful fist?
Jesus, she had to get out of here.
"Uh...there's frozen dinners and stuff in the freezer and, uh, stuff in the cabinets i-if you want it."
Lincoln started to speak, but before he could, she spun on her heels. "Gotta go, I'm running late. Later, bro."
She rushed out as fast as she could without looking like she was rushing, and in the hallway, she leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. Stupid Sam, this was all her fault. Things were just fine until she got Luna thinking. You know what they say about still waters and disturbing the silt at the bottom: Makes things muddled or something. She couldn't remember, Pop-Pop used to say it, but...yeah, her water was crystal, man, then Sam messed with the silt and now it was all murky and shit.
All she needed was a few hours away to clear her head. Things would be better tonight. She'd forget all of this happened.
Mind made up, Luna went to work.
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