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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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At this point Lincoln is just screaming to be polite. He calmly stood up, "No problem," Lucy already turned around and was walking down the hallway, "Lead the way." The little routine scare did well to quench any earthly desires Lincoln had for now, he followed behind her as she quickly pulled up the attic stairs and let his eyes adjust to the darkness as Lucy shut the door behind them.

"Right…" Lucy's monotone voice had odd notes of insecurity to them, Lincoln switched into big-brother mode and stood at attention as she bundled up some old curtains and placed them over the door, "How do I go about saying this…"

Taking Lucy's craftiness into consideration the contents of this conversation could be about any of the myriad of troubling activities Lincoln was up to today. But he wasn't really afraid of Lucy being a narc, he raised her better than that and she isn't Lola. "Take your time," Lincoln smiled at Lucy's back and walked over to the lit candles in Lucy's little corner of the attic to sit down on a creaky wicker chair in front of a small card table.

Lucy stood still for a moment and took light steps to the chair across from Lincoln and folded her hands on top of the card table, "Leni is sleeping in your room." Lincoln crossed his legs and set his hands over a knee, "I would like to know why."

"She had a tough day at work." There is no point in lying to Lucy, and nothing to gain- either, "I let her vent to me and it tuckered her out," Lincoln gave a sad sigh, "I'm kind of worried about her."

"I see." Lucy anxiously tapped fingers on top of her hand, "She had a rough day…" Sometimes Lucy has a bad day, but Lincoln never let's her sleep in his bed, "But…" Her voice faltered, Lincoln has been distant lately but it's not like she's done anything to try and close the gap.

"What is on your mind, Lucy?" Lincoln gave her a soft smile, "Listen, you don't have to pull any punches with me," Lucy noted his mouth twitch into a frown, "I'm not a kid anymore."

"I…" Lucy sighed, "I know I am being stupid." Lincoln calmly placed his hands from his knee the table, "And most likely being annoying as well…" Her voice sagged, "But…" She sighed, "Sigh." She unfolded her hands and looked down at the table, "I suppose I am a bit jealous that you let Leni sleep in your bed since…" She found the courage to look up and saw someone she could barely recognize, "Since me and Lynn had that fight you haven't let anyone sleep over in your room…" She winced and looked down, Lincoln was so grown up now and she was still just some stupid annoying little girl.

"Oh, right…" Lincoln fought the urge to chuckle, "I am not planning on sleeping with Leni- er…" He sighed, "I'm just letting her borrow my bed, if she does have problems getting to sleep tonight and needs company I am wondering if you would like to volunteer your services."

"Why me?" Lucy blinked, her heart a little lighter knowing that Lincoln wasn't breaking some unspoken promise and allowing Leni special privileges. She was still confused though, why couldn't Lincoln sleep with Leni?

"Because you are the perfect little snuggle buddy!" Lincoln reached over with a giggle and patted his little sister's head, trying to dodge the real reason.

"Y-you're lying!" Lucy huffed as she slapped his hand away, "Why?"

"Lucy," Lincoln sighed, he really wanted to not have to talk about this with Lucy, "I am going through puberty."

It was as if someone reached into Lucy's chest and ripped her heart out, spat on it, and flushed it down the toilet. Her voice was level, "I see." But the twitching frown on her face said otherwise.

The candles flickered and Lincoln felt a cold sensation on the nape of his neck. He took a single breath, "Lucy. I'm…" Her head jerked up at the white haired boy and she felt her head spin from the vertigo of the distance she was feeling between the one person on this planet that she felt truly understood her. "I'm scared."

Lucy watched as the boy she thought was invincible suddenly placed his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair in despair. "Lincoln," Lucy's fingers unwound and she found herself gliding them forward to meet his stooped shoulders, "Let me in. Let me help you."

"Y- you… can't…" Lincoln shook his head rapidly, he felt himself lose any inhibitions from the turmoil behind the walls he erected for her own safety, "Not with this." The one person on this planet that Lincoln can't lie to has cornered him, he felt bile rising in his stomach.

"I can. And I will." Lucy's fingers found their way to his neck, "I promise." In her fit of passion she forgot herself and loosely wrenched his hands from his head, "You've helped me so many times before," Lincoln didn't try to resist as she interlaced her fingers between his, "Please at least let me try."

In a rare occurrence Lincoln lost his composure, he wanted to stop himself but couldn't, "I have urges." His voice was haggard, "One's I shouldn't be having." He blinked away tears and stared at Lucy's hands as they tightened around his, "I don't want things to change, things have been weird ever since Lori left-" He felt his voice raise an octave and felt shame for letting his little sister see him so pathetic, "But this time: I'M the one who is changing!"

"I know." Lucy nodded her head, "But, Lincoln. I NEED you to understand-" She brought his hands closer to her, "The person you are right now. The boy sitting in that chair in front of me-" She brought one of his hands to her cheek, "Is someone that I think is wonderful. Is perfect. I-" She moved her hands to grab Lincoln's wrist and guided them to stroke her blushing cheeks, "I adore you, Lincoln. All of you- even the bad parts."

"I know." Lincoln nodded and blinked away tears, "That's why I didn't want to tell y- you." His voice cracked and he cringed at the audible indication of his unwanted maturation, "I can't do anything about this. And neither can you. There isn't a plan. There isn't anything either of us can do. And-" Lincoln shot a fearful look at Lucy, "Soon it'll happen to you too…"

"And you'll be there for me." Lucy felt a tear run down her cheek, "I know you will." Behind her raven bangs her eyes pooled with moisture, "Like you always are."

"Not like this." Lincoln shook his head, "We can't-"

"We must." Lucy commanded, "You will. And I will. And we won't be alone." Lucy slowly took Lincoln's chin into hers and slowly brought her face to his, "Through all the deceit. The lies we tell. To others. To ourselves," Their lips touched for the first time, "It was always us." She felt so complete when their mouths touched, a silence that sounded like the most beautiful of orchestras resonated between the two of them, "Alone." She took him in again, passion possessed the both of them and she felt her tongue taste the inside of his mouth, with a pant he broke loose, "But together."

A knock was heard at the attic door.

"WHAT?" The two of them cried in annoyance, Lincoln sighed and rolled his eyes and Lucy rested her head on her palm and tapped the plastic card table impatiently.

"Er- excuse me." Lisa's voice strained as she opened the attic door, the curtains falling to the side, "I apologize for interrupting your discussion-" Lincoln and Lucy groaned in unison and motioned for the bespectacled Loud to continue with an impatient twirl of their hands, "But it is dinner. Fend For Yourself Night" She adjusted her glasses and switched on the attic light, "You should make haste to ensure that you have access to your desired ingredients." Lucy and Lincoln sighed and Lisa cringed, "Again, I apologize." She cleared her throat and closed the attic door.

"Click." Lucy clicked her tongue, "Talk about a mood-killer."

"You're telling me." Lincoln sighed and got up to make his way to the door, "I'm making pancakes, you want any?"

"No, I already have some water boiled for ramen…" Lucy quickly scampered up to beat Lincoln to the door and kicked the curtains over it, "Wait a second, Mr. Puberty…" Lucy mocked. Lincoln nodded and Lucy cleared her throat, "Please make time for me tonight. I'll be waiting for you here at midnight." If she can't spend the night in his room anymore the least he can do is give her an hour or so of his time.

"Sure. All you had to do was ask." Lucy blushed as Lincoln gave her head a small pat, "Anything else?"

"Close your eyes." Lucy commanded. Lincoln chuckled and shut his eyes with his arms to his side, slightly shaking from nervousness.

"Uh, sure," Lincoln stood in silence, "We don't have a lot of time though, Lucy… if you could-" Lucy giggled and groped Lincoln's butt and quickly left the attic while he was still in shock, "Oh, okay." He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit like a piece of meat.

But also kind of flattered.

He made his way to the kitchen- careful not to get too close to any of the various members or guests of 1216 Franklin Avenue. He might pull agro and get assigned a side-quest or something. In the peripherals of his vision he saw Luan and Benny argue over the blueprints of a set on the dining room table, Lola and Lana ate mac and cheese and watched an episode of Love Boat that Carol Pringrey was apparently the bachelorette on, Lisa and Darcy each had on what looked like VR goggles fashioned from Mom's old bird watching binoculars and yelled at each other about where to place furniture, Lynn noticed Lincoln coming down the stairs and took her turkey sandwich to go out the back door yelling to everyone about going to Paula's party, Lucy wasn't anywhere to be found- but Lincoln found her anyways: sitting on the top of the basement stairs writing in her diary while eating a cup of Ramen.

Under closer inspection: Lucy was not writing in her diary. Instead words were just appearing in them. Lincoln thought that was kind of stupid.

Thankfully, Lincoln stayed away from everyone and made his way to the kitchen unscathed- free from having to deal with everyone else's completely insane activities that nobody in their right mind would want to follow.

Instead he made pancakes.

Lincoln is the type of person who finds a certain iconoclastic thrill of having breakfast foods for dinner. He'd make a breakfast burrito for himself but that would require him to prep for two different meals.

With a satisfied nod he wolfed down two pancakes rolled up like taquitos, applying butter as lubrication to snake them down his throat easier. A grisly scene, but he was hungry. His appetite has been borderline ravenous lately, the sober realization that this might be a symptom of his changing body hit him as he choked down a glass of orange juice.

Lincoln sighed and wrapped up two pancakes in a gallon ziploc bag for Leni and 4 for Luna and Sam in another. Luckily they still had some syrup packets and plastic silverware in the condiment drawer and threw in some butter pads for good measure.

He attempted to sneak back upstairs but was interrupted at the foot of the stairs, "Those two still at it?" Luan gave a frustrated sigh at Lincoln.

"Yeah." He held up a gallon bag of pancakes, "Getting them some fuel to go a second round, I guess." Luan raised her eyes and Benny put down a ruler and laughed.

"Ha! Now that's a pit crew you couldn't pay me enough to work on," Benny gave a sigh and gave a look of condolence to his white haired boyfriend in-law, "But seriously, little dude- you can just slide them under the door or something. No need to traumatize yourself further."

"Er, yeah," Lincoln rolled his eyes, "Well, I'm just glad they are getting along again-"

"I know, right!" Luan threw her hands in the air and moaned in frustration, "And that was probably you, right?" Luan gave a small smile to Lincoln and continued, "Listen, I know you like to help us out and play wingman whenever our relationships enter some turbulence, but if you keep neglecting your own relationships you'll never join the mile high club…"

"I get that." Lincoln lied with a nod, "I just now got interested in relationships- in like a serious kind of way. I'm working on getting a girlfriend soon." He ran his tongue across his teeth, "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Oh, well-" Benny tapped his palms on his table like a drumroll, "The sooner the better! Listen-" Benny turned to Lincoln with a smile, "Luna and Sam are great- but they get in these weird moods ALL the time during double dates and it just KILLS the vibe! I-" Benny pointed a fingergun at Lincoln, "Am looking forward to OUR double dates!"

"Quit talking about dating my brother, Benny…" Luan sighed and pet her boyfriend's back, "You can always just take ME on a date, you know? Just us? Er, I kinda want to-"

"Whoa, wait!" Benny furrowed his brow in confusion, "I don't want to date Lincoln! That's weird- also: he's like the straightest most macho 11 year old on the plane-"

At this point Lincoln ascended the stairs to advance the narrative, taking note that Luan is probably having trouble with getting Benny in situations where they're alone. Which is troubling. He didn't really want to have to pet Luan's kitty, not because Lincoln isn't attracted to her or anything (He thinks she's objectively charming). Luan just seems kind of clingy- like Lori.

Oh, Lincoln remembered, also: Luan is his sister. So that's kind of weird.

Lincoln slowly entered his dim room.

"Lincoln?" Leni turned over in the bed and slowly got up, "Hey- thanks for letting me take a nap in your bed, I totes feel way better…" She blushed and waited for Lincoln to shove the towel in-between the door crack to continue, "And for helping me out with my kitty… I should be good for the rest of the week." Now that she was appropriately well rested and… relaxed, the full gravity of Lincoln's "helping hand" dawned on her. She hoped that she could dodge any awkwardness by acting cute, "Th-thanks for your help, Lincy… I know it's kinda icky, but it's just a bodidily funk-chin." She shyly pressed an index finger to her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes with a shrug.

"Right." Lincoln gave a tight smile to Leni, "Your kitty isn't something to be scared of, Leni." He offered the plastic bag of pancakes to her and she nodded, not really processing his words. He gently took her hand before she could open the bag, "I'm being serious." Leni flinched and frowned at Lincoln, "You need to be nicer to your kitty."

"I don't know, Lincoln…" Leni frowned and shook her head slowly, "It's… it's not the same when I try to pet it. It makes me feel…" The veneer faded away and Lincoln heard the legitimate insecurity in her voice, "Icky. And… like…" She frowned, "Like a slut."

"Promiscuous?" Lincoln blinked at the S-word, it doesn't really come up in his day-to-day that often but he understood the negative implications. "Well, Leni…" He released her hand and sat on his dresser with a sigh, "I'm fairly certain touching yourself is the opposite of being a…" His mouth tilted into a slight frown, he didn't want to use the word- but maybe using it more would make Leni feel less afraid of it, "Slut." Leni felt a tingle run down her spine a bit, but the feeling was easier to ignore for the time being, "I don't really think there is a problem with…" He squinted his eyes and made listless gestures in the air, "Touching yourself- it's YOUR body after all. You need to take care of it."

Leni was conflicted. On one hand she wanted to continue receiving "help" from Lincoln, but on the other she understood that it was incredibly dangerous and probably not all that fair to Lincoln. Leni wasn't stupid: she knew that any "special treatment" he provided was probably utilitarian in nature- but it really did help her boost her morale. "I…" She remembered what he said to her about relying on her coworkers while he was spanking her. Lincoln is basically like her boss at this point, "I Might need some help with… getting comfortable with my Kitty." She quickly looked up, "But I don't want to be a bother! So let me know if-"

Lincoln cut her off with a shake of his head, "It's not a bother." His cheeks burnt, "I like petting your kitty, too." They both shared a shy giggle, "But-" They shared a knowing nod, "We need a long-term solution. I don't want to have to spank you again-" Lincoln lied.

"No, please." Leni shook her head and opened the bag, casually letting her attention drift to the pancakes, "It makes my kitty feel nice. I like it, you totes did a good job."

Lincoln blushed, he did like making her kitty feel nice. Luckily he was able to wave away any hormonal feelings and replace them with a sense of professional pride. "Thank you." Lincoln nodded to her, "So next time we'll be focusing on you being more comfortable with your kitty. But, is there anything you would like to say or add? Any notes or ways I can improve?"

Leni took a tiny bite and covered her face while she chewed. She thought about just keeping her wants and needs to herself, but Lincoln is insisting that she should open up. She meekly nodded and swallowed her bite, "You were going a bit too fast on some parts, er- I can try to give you more directions during." Lincoln pursed his lips and nodded- that was a good tip, "Also-" Leni blushed but shook away her embarrassment, "If I get too loud I would like you to either spank me or pull my hair."

Lincoln crossed his legs, "I- I see." Leni giggled at his embarrassed nod, "I will be more accommodating to your wants and needs in the future." He sighed, "As for the time schedule- late night visits should only be done in the case of emergencies. Feel free to text me between the hours of 9 PM and midnight." Leni nodded and made a note on the calendar app of her phone, "As for routine visits, not all of them will be hands-on in nature. Sometimes we will just talk and see if that can help you."

"I am totes okay with that," Leni meekly nodded, she was a bit disappointed but understood that Lincoln only had her best interests in mind, "Now-" She twirled a strand of blonde hair with an index finger and gave Lincoln and uncomfortable look, "We should totes probably talk about our… relationship." She sighed and placed her hands on her knees with a slap, "I know I'm stupid, but I'm not stupid enough to trick myself into thinking this can be something… that we can do forever."

Lincoln gave her a look of confusion, "What makes you say that?"

"W- well, Lincoln!" She turned her palms towards Lincoln with blushed cheeks. Saying it out loud is just going to make it hurt more- but she persevered, "We're brother and sister… and eventually you'll grow up and have a cute girlfriend and a nice house and a… life…" Her voice faltered and she let her head droop to the floor, "Without me…"

"I'm prepared to give you as much time as you need to sort this out, I thought we already established this." Lincoln shook his head and Leni's breath hiked in her throat, "As for the potential girlfriend: that will be something that we will have to deal with soon. But we'll be able to work something out."

Leni blinked. He was going to cheat on her. With Leni. Her kitty purred and she almost slapped it out of annoyance. She brought her head up, "Lincoln! You can't do that to that poor girl! What if she finds out and-"

"And what?" Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, "Dumps me? Over something like helping my sister with her problems?" He gave a slight chuckle, "If she's willing to break up with me over something like that then-"

"Lincoln." Leni sternly put her hands on her hips, "You aren't being fair."

"You want to talk about things being fair?" Lincoln slowly spoke, her resolute posture breaking a bit, "We grew up in 1216 Franklin Avenue. We don't know what being fair is." Leni timidly played with the hem of her skirt, "I already know who I am," Lincoln got up from the dresser and stood at the door, "I'm someone who loves you, Leni." He shook his head and spoke over his shoulder, "That won't change if I get some-" He spat the word out, "Girlfriend."

Leni watched as he calmly closed the door behind him. She was a little bit worried, but also turned on. But mostly worried. With a little pout she continued eating and took another bite of the pancake before huffing a dirty polo she found on the floor.

Lincoln almost felt like a selfish brat but the sooner Leni understood just how far he's willing to go to help her, the better. And he doubts any middle school girl will let him pet her kitty, he has wants and needs too. With the subject of "girlfriends" he went to go knock on Luna's door, "Hey, guys, got some pancakes if you-"

A lock was heard and Sam's hand reached out from the door and pulled him in.

"Oh," Lincoln blinked and stuffed a towel underneath the door, "You guys are taking the whole Nudity Fetish thing pretty seriously."

"Yeah." Sam blushed and took Lincoln's hand, "I would also like it if you got naked."

"Oh." Lincoln narrowed his eyes, "Um, take these." Lincoln handed the gallon bag to Sam, he went to take off his shoes before stopping himself, "Er, should I take a quick shower?"

Luna peeked her head over the bunk bed, "No!" Sam shot her a knowing look and Luna blushed, "I mean, you can if you wanna, b-baby-" All three of them blushed as Lincoln cleared his throat and undid his shoelaces faster, "But we are fine with a lil musk…"

"We like how you smell." Sam whispered into Lincoln's ear as she slowly wrapped her hands around his hips and planted a kiss on his forehead, "Can I take off your shirt?"

"That would be nice of you." Lincoln held up his arms and Sam sensually ran her fingertips along the sides of his torso as she took off his polo, "We probably only have an hour by the way, Luan should be up here soonish."

"Then let me help you with this-" Sam giggled as she wrenched Lincoln's pants off, his erect member almost smacking her in the face. She froze as she stared at his little guy that was honestly not all that little.

"Remember, Sam." Luna sighed, Lincoln could tell she was trying to convince herself too, "Only above the belt today. We don't want him to think we're sluts-"

"B-but-" Sam looked up at Luna with a ravenous look but quickly composed herself when she saw that Luna was being serious, "Okay…" She climbed up into the bed and Lincoln noted a couple handprints on her perfect pale bottom- maybe all blondes liked getting spanked, but Lincoln will need to meet more blondes in order to test out his theory.

"Well, I guess I'm coming up now…" The two girls giggled up at the top bunk and Lincoln blushed as he made his way to see them, "So-" He quickly composed himself after burning every single gentle swell and bead of sweat he saw into his memory, "You two were able to make up?"

"Yeah," Sam giggled and slowly ran a hand up from Luna's knee, with a moan Luna shifted her upright position and her thighs opened up and Sam started softly petting her pussy, "Luna made it up to me twice, but I only made it up to Luna once…"

Luna spoke between panting breaths, "I'm- I'm sorry baby, I didn't wanna cum until you saw me…" Sam ran her tongue up Luna's neck and forcefully shoved three fingers into her kitty, "Ahh! I- I wanted you to see me cum…" Sam latched onto Luna's and started sucking on her collarbone- Lincoln understood how Luna got all those welts now, they weren't actually from a guitar strap rash like she said they were.

"Come closer, Lincoln…" Sam broke her kiss and turned toward Lincoln, "Can you… finish on Luna?" They were on the other side of the bed, but Lincoln could swear he could feel the heat from their blushing cheeks on his naked body.

Lincoln nodded and walked with his knees towards the duo. "I've never done this before…" Lincoln admitted, "So don't get too mad at me if it takes a while."

"Do you want your big sister to help?" Sam asked, Luna grabbed her hand and tried to get her attention but Sam took her thumb and swirled it on her clit, "Luna…" Sam's voice dripped sweetly and she took Luna's face with a free hand, "Your baby bro needs help! Don't you want to help him?"

Luna nodded with a laid moan, "Please- Linc'." Luna crawled forward and gripped him by the shoulders as Sam withdrew her fingers from her pussy and brought her lapping tongue to Luna's delicate folds, "I wanna taste you… I'm- I'm sorry for being a slut…"

"It's okay, Luna." Lincoln slowly took Luna's head with one hand and timidly grabbed his penis and held it close to her panting lips, "So long as you're only a slut for me." Lincoln's heart beat faster when he called his elder sister a "slut", he felt kind of bad about it.

Sam felt Luna tighten up around her tongue when Lincoln called her slut and withdrew to give her a knowing giggle. "Can I be your slut too, Lincoln?" Sam panted, "Pretty please?"

"Sure, Sam. You're my slut." Lincoln almost yelped as Luna delicately pressed her tongue on his tip, tasting his precum.

She moaned. "I've wanted you like this for as long as I remember, baby." Luna slowly rolled her tongue over his length, "Even before puberty- I wanted you like this." She took him in her mouth and greedily grabbed his thighs to bring him as deep as he can go, and just as quickly she slowly brought him out before placing her hands around his member, "I love you, Lincoln." She looked up to him and Lincoln could only moan in pleasure as she slowly rubbed her thumb over his head in between softly jacking him off.

"I love you too, Luna. And you too Sam… I- I feel… so loved when I'm with you two. And-" Lincoln was speaking between moans that were increasing in volume and occurrence as he dipped closer and closer into ecstasy, "I want to return that love to you-" Luna felt Lincoln grip her hair hard and new he was almost there, with a moan she increased her pace and aimed him into her open mouth. Sam crawled to get a closer look and gripped Luna's hair along with Lincoln, her hot breaths on Lincoln's body only making him lose control faster. "I'm-" He wasn't able to complete his sentence and felt himself explode into Luna's open mouth, she kept on tugging and soon a second wave erupted- this one twice as intense. Beads of white pearls dripped down onto Luna's chest from her lips and Sam greedily lapped it up.

Lincoln's ears were ringing. He felt himself drift high above the clouds and experienced post-nut clarity for the first time in his life. For a couple fleeting seconds Lincoln Loud experienced pure objectivity, he saw himself in third-person. He was able to detach himself from his physical desires and ego, his mind spun as he was face to face with the universe and himself.

He sat there, panting in bliss, watching as Luna showed Sam the cum in her mouth and the two of them shared a passionate kiss.

And then the post-nut clarity REALLY hit and he realized that he is now dating Luna and Sam and just got his little guy tugged to completion by his sister.

In a rare occurrence Lincoln admitted to himself that maybe he let things get out of hand.

A second later and that thought was erased as the two girls broke their kiss to bring Lincoln in-between them and laid him down on the bed to cuddle. In Lincoln's defense, this probably won't even be the most dangerous and/or stupidest decision he's going to make this week.

Lincoln chuckled and rolled his eyes at his "guilty conscience", the weekend hasn't even started yet.
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