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Grow, Adapt, Overcome.	By : DebbieCync Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53045 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“I better get started on lunch,” Lincoln said reluctantly.

“We can cuddle more tonight,” Lucy agreed, hoping he wouldn’t object.

“Sounds great,” he agreed, getting up.

Lucy stared at his butt for a second before noticing a large wet spot on his left leg and glancing down at her panties which were so soaked they were see through.

Lincoln turned around and saw the state Lucy was in, his eyes lingering on her transparent panties for a moment. “What would you like for lunch?”

“Mac and Cheese, please,” she requested, deciding that she was going to have to go to her room and change her panties. She felt his eyes run up and down her body as he smiled at her.

“I’ll get right on it,” he said as he left.

Lucy closed her legs and blushed heavily, realizing she’d been posing for him, wanting him to see how she was developing and how turned on she was… and he hadn’t rejected her!

She reached up and rubbed her cheeks, her heart beating loudly in her ears, she wasn’t used to smiling this much.

She rolled over her face rubbing on his pillow as she inhaled his scent, her right hand sliding down her stomach as she drew her knees in tight, raising her ass in the air. She knew she should go to her own room to do this, but she just couldn’t wait.

Lucy pictured Lincoln mounting her from behind as her fingers delved into her dripping folds, thrusting her middle two fingers inside. Her hips twitched and her thumb found her button as she imagined him telling her that he was claiming her as his own, that her virgin blood was sealing a pact that meant their love would last an eternity.

She buried her face in his pillow, pushing down hard to cover the sound of her moans and causing a slight crick in her neck. She thrust her fingers rapidly and bit the pillow as she imaged the crick in her neck was Lincoln biting her, marking her as his for all to see. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have him cum inside her, filling her virgin womb with his seed. Her fingers continued thrusting as she pictured him trying to push himself farther inside her before collapsing atop her, panting for breath.

He’d roll off of her and pull her close to him, cuddling her in his arms. She felt her thighs tremble as she pictured the scene of him brushing her hair aside and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Stars exploded behind her eyes and her pussy clenched tightly around her fingers as she ground her palm against her clit, she pictured the feeling of his arms around her as he held her close, knowing he accepted her for who she was and loved her, not despite it, but for it.

As her orgasm subsided and her muscles assumed the consistency of pasta, she collapsed limply to the bed… and rolled off it and onto the floor.

*thud*

Lucy smiled and stared at the ceiling, completely unconcerned or embarrassed, because tonight… tonight she was going to make her dreams come true!

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Lincoln got out a can of corn while the noodles boiled. “Hot dogs,” he muttered, knowing the twins would rather have that than Mac and Cheese. He took out a package of hotdogs and added another pot for them. “That should do it,” he decided as he mentally ran through the list of who was there.

“Are you wearing paint?”

Lincoln turned around and saw Lana eying his too small spandex shorts. “Outgrew my underwear,” he replied, “so I’m down to my shorts.”

“But you hate those,” Lana pointed out. “You said it was like being naked but not as comfortable.”

Lincoln turned around to face her. “Would you rather I walk around naked?”

“I’d walk around naked if they’d let me,” Lana swore with a wide grin.

Lincoln grinned back. “I remember you trying to get away with that last summer, just you and a lot of mud.”

“If I hadn’t got caught in the sprinklers you guys would have never figured it out,” Lana said smugly.

“You were pretty slick,” Lincoln agreed.

“Anyway, feel free to walk around naked, then maybe they’ll stop making me wear all this stuff indoors,” Lana said cheerfully, tugging at her coveralls. “Even if I have to dress to go outside.”

“Mom and Dad were not thrilled to have another nudist in the family,” Lincoln addressed the readers. “All of us have gone through the nudist phase, but we usually grow out of it by age two. Lily is three and still going strong, so having Lana backslide, saying she likes a good breeze on her backside did not go over well.”

“How did you learn to break the fourth wall?” Lana asked curiously.

Lincoln stared at his sister in surprise.

“I’ve watched Deadpool,” she reminded him, “also that pony show. Hey, can you do any fun things like that Pink one, where you break reality?”

“No,” Lincoln frowned in thought, “the most I get, other than knowing I have an audience, is the occasional bit of advice when enough of them yell the same thing. How do you think I avoid so many of Luan’s traps?”

“Huh,” Lana said thoughtfully. “The advice any good?”

“It varies,” Lincoln admitted before turning back to stir the noodles. “They have really weird senses of humor and ‘Jam it in!’ isn’t really all that helpful as far as advice goes.”

“Works pretty well while fixing things,” Lana told him. “Tell Lincoln to convince our folks to let me run around naked,” Lana said, looking around the kitchen.

“Are you trying to talk to the audience?” Lincoln asked with a grin.

“It’s worth a shot,” Lana replied with a shrug.

“Wanna go get everyone and tell them lunch will be ready shortly?” he asked.

“Sure,” Lana said cheerfully.

Lincoln drained the noodles into a strainer before dumping them back in the pot and working on the sauce.

Lana came back down the stairs while he was setting everything on the table. “Luan says she’ll get something later, Luna just got in from her gig an hour ago and won’t wake up. Lucy, Lisa, and Lola said they’ll be right down. Haven’t seen Lynn since this morning.”

“Hope she makes it,” Lincoln said, thinking about their plans.

“Like she would ever miss lunch,” Lana said with a grin.

“Good point,” Lincoln said, perking up as his younger sisters came down the stairs.

“Are you trying to get around the nudity rule by wearing black paint?” Lola asked.

“Spandex,” Lincoln replied, making himself a plate.

“Huh, so it is,” Lola said, feeling his thigh. “I think paint is actually a little thicker than this is.”

“Really?” Lana asked, feeling his other thigh. “Wow, this stuff is really thin and warm.”

“I’m warm, it’s just thin,” Lincoln said, as the twins tugged at the spandex.

*snap*

The twins were left holding the two halves of his spandex shorts. “Sorry Lincoln,” they apologized.

He shook his head, more amused than anything else. “They were a little small anyway,” he said, sitting down between Lucy and Lisa and scooting his chair in so he wasn’t flashing everyone.

Lucy forced herself not to smile… too much and was thankful for her bangs preventing anyone from noticing her staring. Lana and Lola waited, but since nobody else commented on Lincoln being naked at the table they weren’t going to say anything, especially since it was their fault.

Lynn came in with a basketball under her arm and wearing more bling than an eighties rapper. “Are you naked?” she asked Lincoln, confused and wondering if she’d fallen asleep and was dreaming.

“Yep,” he replied cheerfully before digging into his Mac and Cheese.

“Did the nudity rule get axed?” Lynn asked.

“Clothing malfunction,” Lola said, gesturing to the remains of his bike shorts, a bit embarrassed.

“You actually fit in those?” Lynn asked, surprised.

“Not for long,” Lincoln replied.

Lynn laughed. “You’d have been better off wearing paint.”

“Did you rob a jewelry store?” Lola asked Lynn, wanting to change the subject as she felt a bit guilty over destroying Lincoln’s clothes even if he didn’t seem to care, and curious about where she’d gotten all of it.

“I went to play some B-ball downtown and somehow ended up in a pay to play game, five a player, winning team gets the pot. Next thing you know we were shooting baskets for cash,” Lynn explained with a huge grin.

“And from the looks of things you did well,” Lisa noted, spearing a piece of cut up hot dog with her fork.

“Well?” Lynn’s smile was blinding. “I couldn’t miss if I tried!” She whooped and spun the ball on the end of her right index finger. “Final bet had me spun around, blindfolded, standing on one foot, and shooting with my off hand.”

“And you made it, I presume,” Lisa noted.

“Nothing but net,” Lynn said proudly.

“All that jewelry’s real?!” Lola exclaimed in disbelief.

“How much was the final bet?” Lana asked.

“Fifty bucks,” Lynn said, taking a roll of cash out of her back pocket and slapping it on the table. “The jewelry are all… gifts.”

“Gifts?” Lincoln asked.

“Erm… I may have started a cult,” Lynn admitted. “They lined up around the block to have me bless their basketball shoes and then they’d give me a piece of jewelry.”

“Do we have any rules about starting cults?” Lucy asked.

“No, just a rule about joining them,” Lisa said, “she’s in the clear.”

“Cool,” Lynn said, taking a seat across from Lincoln and making herself a plate loaded with food. “I’m starving,” she said.

“Can I have some jewelry if I beg for it?” Lola asked hopefully.

“Sure,” Lynn said, “just make it believable.”

“Still up for the trip to the old hospital?” Lincoln asked Lynn.

“If you’re ‘up’ for it, so am I,” Lynn promised with a grin.

Lucy raised an eyebrow at the two’s byplay, but wasn’t truly surprised, Lynn had been spending quite a few nights with Lincoln lately. Thinking about it, she decided that it was probably Lynn’s actions that made him so accepting of her own.

“What old hospital?” Lana asked.

“There’s an old closed down hospital at the top of Captain’s hill,” Lincoln explained. “The highschoolers used to hang out up there and try and break in, but all they managed to do is crack the windows and bust out all the exterior lights.”

“It’s been getting harder for them to drive up there with all the bushes and ivy, so they all hang out at the abandoned campground by the lake,” Lynn added.

“Are they trying to find serial killers?” Lucy asked in disbelief.

“Doing stupid things is a proud teenage tradition,” Lynn replied.

“It’s called Darwinism at work,” Lisa explained. “Those too stupid to live are removed from the gene pool before they can breed… theoretically.”

“I don’t think anyone died, but Chuck Shumer racked himself pretty hard falling through a roof,” Lynn offered.

“As long as it reduces the chance of him breeding, I’m happy,” Lisa deadpanned, making Lynn snicker and Lincoln bite his lip.

When Lisa was four she’d been forced to dress as a football for Halloween… the sophomore football team thought chasing her around pretending to try and kick her was a great joke.

Lisa disagreed strenuously. To say she bore a grudge was putting it mildly. Lincoln had to convince her that it was behavior unbecoming a genius to take direct action against them before she would stop building autonomous drones designed to improve humanity’s average IQ, by adjusting the numbers ‘a bit’ according to her.

“Anyway, I found a way in and entire sections were left completely untouched when they closed it down,” Lincoln explained. “The power and water is still on too.”

“How much equipment is left?” Lisa asked.

“A lot,” Lincoln replied. “Me and Clyde have found a legal way to claim it, but it’ll take a couple of years and we gotta keep people away in the meantime.”

“Are you going to dress up in masks and convince them there’s a monster there?!” Lana asked excitedly.

“It didn’t work in Scooby Doo, so I doubt it’ll work here,” Lola said, making her twin pout.

“Actually we just put up some no trespassing signs and have encouraged the ivy to cover the road,” Lincoln said. “No one goes up there right now and the more difficult we make it, the easier it’ll be for us.”

“I’ll give you a formula to stimulate plant growth before you go,” Lisa said.

“Thanks Lise,” Lincoln replied.

“That hit the spot,” Lynn said before asking Lincoln, “Ready to ride?”

Lincoln looked at the table and saw that the six of them had actually eaten everything. “Yeah, but we may want to bring a snack.”

“I’ll get it,” Lucy volunteered, earning a smile from Lincoln and a surprised look from Lynn.

“Wait right there,” Lola told Lynn, before running upstairs.

“I’ll go get the formula so you can take it with you,” Lisa said, “be right back.”

“Want me to get the paint?” Lana asked Lincoln hopefully.

“Paint?” Lincoln asked, not following her train of thought.

“You’re still naked,” Lana pointed out, “and you’re going outside.”

Lincoln opened his mouth, paused, and then shook his head.

“You completely forgot, didn’t you?” Lynn asked with a grin.

“Yes, yes I did,” Lincoln admitted. “I’ve been so relaxed lately… it kinda slipped my mind.”

Lynn smirked, thinking she knew why he was so relaxed and giving herself a high five in her head.

Lola came downstairs dressed like Oliver Twist using carefully applied makeup to make it look like she had ashes on her face. She took off her cap and fiddled with it nervously, showing off battered woolen gloves with holes worn in them. “Please, sir. I’ve noticed you are covered in jewels and finery,” she said in a passible cockney accent, “might I have some so I may afford a warm place to stay? The winters in London are cruel to those on the street.”

Lynn’s jaw dropped.

“You completely forgot Lola was a talented actress, didn’t you?’ Lincoln asked with a smirk.

“Can’t forget what I never knew,” Lynn said, piling all her jewelry on the table.

“What? How can you not know?” Lola demanded. “At my last pageant I slayed them with my Othello!”

“All that stuff bores me to tears,” Lynn replied, “I mostly sleep through it.”

Lola opened her mouth to complain but instead closed it and counted to ten. “I work really hard, it’s… mean to ignore it,” she said, recalling all the things Clyde had tried to teach her about controlling her temper.

“What was the score on my last game?” Lynn asked.

“What?” Lola asked, confused.

“The big game, the championship last week where I scored the winning kick,” Lyn reminded her, “what was the score?”

“I cheered,” Lola defended herself, seeing what Lynn was getting at.

“Yeah, and when it comes time to vote, Linc nudges me and I vote for you,” Lynn assured her.

“That’s fair,” Lola admitted with a sigh, a little disappointed that Lynn had missed all the wonderful stuff she’d done on stage, but unable to argue as she’d paid little attention to what Lynn was doing on the field.

“She does pay attention when you are boxing,” Lincoln told Lynn, recalling how bloodthirsty Lola could be and the time he and Luan had to dog pile her to keep her out of the ring when Lynn had gotten knocked out that one time.

“And I pay attention when she does something athletic,” Lynn countered, “like juggling, knife throwing, archery, gymnastics.”

“Ah, that’s all right then,” Lola said, all smiles again. As long as her older sister could appreciate at least some part of her performance she was happy.

“Just pass out all the jewelry to who best suits what,” Lynn told her, pushing the whole pile towards her.

Lola squealed and vanished with the swag.

“Here,” Lucy said, handing Lincoln a bag.

“Thanks, Luce,” he said, standing up and giving her a hug.

Lucy hugged him back, blushing, and quickly vanished upstairs.

“Now all we need is the formula from Lisa and we’ll be set,” Lincoln said cheerfully, really looking forward to showing Lynn his clubhouse.

Lynn grinned. “You forgot you needed pants again didn’t you?”

Lincoln glanced down and then smacked himself in the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
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