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Fashion (Turn To The Left!)	By : DoctorYnot Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 19619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey everyone! Well, I finally updated again. Thank you so much for your kind reviews on the last chapter anon-grey, Random Review and MedullaMind. You can find my response to them posted here: https://pastebin.com/N56DfKaz

Before we get to the new chapter, I've got two more author recommendations for you! I do hope some of you took the time to check out Trillhouse and Jolio's stories. You'll really be doing yourselves a favor if you do. The writers I'm about to introduce now though are just as amazing, and if you liked my previous recs, I'm sure you'll love these as well. Honestly, if you follow any of these links, I promise you won't be disappointed. I've almost never spoken personally to any of these guys unless you count reviews, so it's not that I'm talking up my friends or anything like that. To be frank, it's simply that all these writers have created works that have touched me personally in some way, made me feel something or left an impact on me, and that's something I want to share with the readers that mean so much to me too...Well, without further ado, here they are.

First up is Kalock, a spanish language author . His bibliography so far boasts several incredibly high-quality fics across a variety of fandoms, which you can see for yourself at his author's page; if you have even a passing interest in any of the series lucky enough to get a story from him, you really can't go wrong checking them out. Well, being the TLH addict I am, my favorites are his Loud House ones. He's done a few so far, all of which I've enjoyed and have a lot to recommend them, but at this point I definitely think his undisputed masterpiece is 'El Comic'. My goodness, what a fic! It's funny, it's sexy, it's sweet...Honestly, it's just terrific in so many ways. Even though it spans eight chapters and almost 100k words, at many points when I was reading it I found myself hoping sincerely it would never end. It's just one of those treasure-type stories you come across once in a while, you know? I really can't rave enough about it. Kalock has an immense sense for these characters and is able to depict each and every one of them beautifully. Simply because of the nature of the show and its huge cast, most writers end up as 'sister specialists' that have more of a mastery in portraying or characterizing certain girls over others just because of how sharply their personalities differ. Someone that enjoys writing moody and dark characters like Lucy might not be as practiced at pulling off bubbly sorts like Leni, for instance. I'm not complaining about it, some of the best fics in the fandom are single sister focused. Still, it's ultimately very, very rare for someone to have such a breadth of ability that they can convincingly portray all ten of the sisters with each one seeming just as authentic and true to the show as the next. Kalock is one of those writers. Every single Loud is absolutely perfect; many times after I got done with a sister-focused chapter that was especially great I'd brace myself and adjust my expectations, thinking that must be the Loud he has most experience with and the next one couldn't possibly be as good, only to find that it was, and then so was the one after that, and then the one after that. Come to find out the entire story is like that. I was so shocked and thrilled when I discovered it. Every single sibling, Lincoln included, absolutely jumps off the page, each one drips authenticity and charisma, as if they just stepped out of the show and right into this sexy little tale for all of us to enjoy. I've said it before that the biggest triumph in fanfiction is when the characters truly feel like themselves, simply placed in a new situation, and Kalock accomplishes that in spades. Even beyond that, one of the best parts about 'El Comic' is the humor and fun that permeates so much of it. Comedy can definitely be a tricky proposition, especially in erotica. I've always maintained lust and laughter are seldom compatible emotions and it's a rare author that can combine them successfully, yet Kalock does. I think what makes his style work is that it's not contrived or labored, the narrative doesn't grind to a halt just so someone can make a joke, rather, it all emanates organically from the interactions of these colorful characters that he has such a feel for. Since the humor stems largely from the natural conflicts of personality, just like it does in the series, it ends up feeling incredibly familiar and endearing and truly adds something to the overall feel of the fic. As for the sex, the comedy never distracts from it in those critical moments, and I'll be terse and say that as far as artfully depicting the mechanics of it, Kalock might be the best spanish language sex scene writer I've ever read. While some choose to keep their love scenes euphemistic and brief, Kalock's are dynamic and almost sprawling. He really gets everything he can out of the build-up and then the act itself without anyone ever becoming out of character, and the end result is incredibly substantial and satisfying, hugely so. Honestly, I could go on and on gushing about him and this fic, but I should probably stop here so I can get to my own story at some point, heh. Still, the best part of all of this? He's working on a sequel to 'El Comic' whose first chapter is already out, and so far it's just as excellent as its predecessor! I can't tell you how excited I am about it. Seriously guys, give his work a shot. If you do, I'm confident when I say you'll be excited too.

Following that, we have Jacquei, another spanish language author (I know, I know, 'two spanish guys in a row?' Trust me, I have a great english author in mind for when I next update, but these two I wanted to highlight now.) Jacquei's style of writing fiction is, in a word, sultry. His stories are rich, heady, atmospheric (that might be the key word here) with mature, believable characters and really subtle, understated emotion underpinning even their most trivial exchanges. That's among what I like the best in his writing, the feeling of veracity to the worlds he creates, it feels like the characters' feelings for each other are truly based on something they've shared, they didn't just appear out of thin air for the sake of the story. There's a whole history between them which, even though its unseen, its presence in the fic is still very much felt. It makes you want to learn more about each setting, and it makes the love feel so much more real and satisfying. At some points his fics reach a level where they are among the most languid and sensual of anything I've ever read...It reminds me a lot of Jolio's work actually, it's got a similar ethereal quality to it. The prose is elegant and assured, practically hypnotic, the fantasies Jacquei crafts seep beneath the skin like flavored smoke...It's almost like a nice jazz, it has an ease and confidence to it that honestly makes his tales such a pleasant experience to read. His characters are evocative, too, and have so much charm, their little idiosyncracies do such a great job at giving them a real sense of humanity. Off the top of my head, a detail like the spot where Luna got a tattoo always being unusually ticklish when Lincoln kisses it might seem like a cheap way to impart texture and life to his cast in the hands of a lesser writer, but Jacquei's style is so fully realized and his skill so undeniable, again, his confidence which absolutely oozes from the page, it gives you no choice but to take him at his word, and so you unconsciously start regard his characters as real, their quirks earned. But I have to say, my favorite part about his style is the incredible grace with which he writes domestic scenes. A scenario as seemingly ordinary as Lincoln and Luna relaxing quietly in the same room, because of the way he writes, gets packed with so much keening authenticity that it becomes almost visceral. The overcast day, the serenity of their quiet moment together, they all take on a real psychic presence in what you're reading because of the way he writes, so the immersion is tremendous. You really find yourself inhabiting the moment, because of it even the smallest disturbance to the pleasant stillness, like Lincoln playfully teasing his sister, suddenly becomes incredibly joyous and thrilling. It's a really special, rare feeling, and I heavily recommend you read his fics for yourself and see what I mean, you certainly won't regret it. It's difficult to suggest just one story since they all have a lot of the charm I described, but if it were me, I know I'd give special attention to 'Psicofonia' and the third chapter of 'Ruido', both of which I think are spectacular examples of Jacquei's unique way of creating captivating settings and crafting an equally outstanding atmosphere for them. Ultimately he's just a truly cool, unusual writer, with a very memorable style and a tremendous ability to draw the reader in. His catalogue is unfortunately a little leaner than the others and his fics aren't as long, but there's still a lot you can get out of reading them. Personally I'm still hoping he writes a nice long, multi-chapter narrative one day. Some of the story concepts he explores in 'Ruido' could definitely sustain that sort of fic, and I know when I'm done with his stories I always find myself wishing I could have gotten to spend just a little bit longer with his worlds and characters. They're wonderful.

Well, those are my recs for this update. Two awesome writers on the spanish side of the fandom, check 'em out! With all that said, here's the new chapter of Fashion. I only hope you enjoy my work as much as I've enjoyed theirs.

Oh, and lastly, I just wanted to remind you all to check out Jolio's stories again if you haven't. I just finished the latest chapter of Palido Monstruo and was reminded once again of the fact he is an absolute genius. In a fandom that's positively overflowing with amazing writers, I honestly believe he's the best, in spanish or english, and superior to most of the published authors I've read to boot. I feel lucky someone with talent this transcendent just happens to write fanfiction for my favorite show. The Loud House must really have been touched by an angel or something to have such an incredible fanworks scene. Find my favorite of his stroies at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12791653/1/El-p%C3%A1lido-monstruo-de-medianoche
>At first it was slow, gentle. They'd gone from comforting each other to taking solace in each other's bodies almost seamlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Between soft kisses and gentle assurances of eternal love they writhed, gasping, grasping, whispering, trembling. It wasn't like anything either of them had ever known. Perfect, sublime love. Lincoln would cum but wouldn't pull out, and soon enough he'd harden inside her once more and chase that peak again. Leni would turn limp and helpless everytime he drove her to climax, but after a moment passed she'd return to life, grinding against her brother, urging him on. They coiled together like lightning in the sky, like sunlight and the flower, like two pieces of one soul.
>It was easy and warm, unhurried and perfect, and soon enough the time came neither of them was really sure where they ended and the other began, two separate existences perfectly entwined. Eventually the siblings would ache past what they could ignore and pull away from each other briefly, to rest, breathe, try and recover some energy, but inevitably they'd be drawn back together, like two charged magnets, even more desperate for the other's touch for the short instant they'd been apart. Their long held latent desires would not allow them to maintain even the smallest distance, their appetites for each other insatiable, as though their bodies were trying to make up for lost time, like they were atoning for not doing this sooner. After a while what little restraint they still had broke down and the gentle lovemaking turned into frantic, desperate rutting. Lincoln's hands pulled hard against his sister's hips, enough to bruise her skin, to make sure that when he came it was as deep inside her as he could. He was insensate with lust and desire; there was no room within him for care or worry about the consequences. Leni's nails scored grooves against her brother's back and she arched like a feline whenever he stiffened against her, urging him on to pump more of his sperm into her womb. The promises they'd been sharing with each other had long degenerated into unintelligible, meaningless noises, vocalized between groans and kisses, though each sibling somehow instinctively knew what the other's moans meant.
>'Deeper.'
>'Harder.'
>'Hold me.'
>'I'm yours.'
>They made love until their bodies gave out, until each one of them truly had nothing more left to offer the other, and then, finally, they collapsed.
>Both gave hard gasps, struggling to get air back into their lungs. Lincoln pressed his lips against her shoulder, at first in a kiss, but then harshly sucking on her skin. Leni whimpered, turning back to look at him with half-lidded, smoldering eyes, angry that she couldn't do the same to him because of how he held her down. After that final spasm of passion where he left his mark, her little brother at last rolled off of her.
>The two siblings laid upon the bed, taking exhausted, uneven breaths. Each was drenched in sweat and so hot that just brushing against the other felt uncomfortable, though that didn't stop them. Lincoln held Leni's hand in his and squeezed it as they both stared at the ceiling, spent. She squeezed him back, turning over in what seemed to him an incredible display of stamina, to bonelessly lay her head against his chest.
>The urges bubbled up again even then, but neither was in a state to act upon them at that point. As depleted as they were, they still couldn't bear to be apart, and so they simply nestled together. Hours had passed in their passion before either had known it, and the sun was now much higher in the sky than it was when Lincoln had first woken up to his ex-girlfriend's text.

>After about twenty minutes of fretful, sticky rest, now, at least, neither one of them felt like they might keel over from exhaustion. The siblings' heartbeats evened out enough that it no longer seemed as though most of their blood was pumping through their ears. After a span of time where the only sound in the room was their tired, shallow breathing, Lincoln imaginining Leni might have fallen right back asleep against him, the young blonde surprised him.
>"...I never thought I could be this happy." His sister confessed quietly, her voice raspy and fragile. "All this time, I-I mean, when we came here, I had a plan and hopes and stuff I was wishing for, but...I guess I never really believed..." She heaved another long sigh, unable to continue, as though simply speaking those words was apparently enough to drain what little energy she'd regained. Lincoln just rubbed her arm gently and didn't urge her on. He understood. Just a few days ago he himself never would have imagined he'd be naked in bed with his big sister, his cum dripping from between her legs as both of them tried to think of how to express just how much the other meant to them. Leni shook her head, her fingers tracing tired, lazy lines over his skin.
>"I don't ever want to leave this room." Leni admitted, somewhat hesitantly, like she was afraid someone would rip all of it away from her the moment if she gave voice to her fears. "This trip...This city...It's like magic. I don't ever want to leave. I want us to be just like this, forever."
>Lincoln's heart shook at the pure, innocent sincerity in her words, and he held her a bit tighter. "But then what would we eat, Leni?" He couldn't help but tease, the designs she was tracing over his belly going from circles to what the sensations told him were her writing his name against his skin in cursive.
>"Room service." His sister answered, her quick wit surprising him. Tired as she was, she didn't seem to lose a step. "Just think about it, Lincoln." She insisted. "I mean, for me, I totes have everything I need right here. There's a bathroom for washing, a closet for trying out clothes, a bed to sleep in, and..." Her voice drifted off shyly.
>"And?" Lincoln asked, curious.
>"...And you." She finally finished, hiding her face against his chest again so he couldn't see her blush.
>The urge to push her down and make love to her again was there, but he knew he was still far too depleted to even try. Instead he simply continued prodding her, unable to resist picking on the sweet, honest girl.
>"Do you know how much this room costs per night?" Lincoln scolded playfully, though truthfully he wasn't sure himself. Leni's boss was paying for everything. Still, the young man somehow doubted Bongiorno would be on board with his protege's plan to enjoy an extended honeymoon with her little brother at the Salzburg on his dime.
>"I've been, like, saving up. We can afford it." Leni stated firmly, still not willing to give up on the idea.
>"'We', huh? And what about your job?" Lincoln asked, pulling himself up to rest against the headboard so he could watch her lay against him. After a murmur of complaint about her pillow's refusal to hold still, she sighed happily again when he began stroking her hair.
>"I can do it from here." She yawned. "Like I said, there's a closet and everything! Mr. Valenti just has to send me the materials."
>"And your friends?" The young man simply smiled, watching how the delicate muscles in her back shifted under her unblemished skin and fighting off the urge to leave another possessive mark.
>"They can visit every once in a while..." Leni murmured, only half paying attention. She gave a pleased purr when, after turning her neck, her ear was against his chest and she discovered she could listen to his heartbeat.
>"It's a bit small. Won't it get crowded?" He at last decided to play along, twirling her blonde locks in his fingers lazily.
>"I like it crowded..." She replied, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. "I don't like to be alone. When I'm alone I get lonely."
>Her words made Lincoln pause, the young man instinctively casting his mind back to when his sister had first moved out so he reexamine those events again with the facts available to him now. His mother's insistence on it had seemed strange to him even then, the explanation that Leni would be closer to her work that way feeling flimsy; he hadn't thought it was enough of a difference to merit that kind of step. Lincoln always wondered if she hadn't just decided to get Leni out of the house to see if it would help her stop thinking so much about their dad. Leni had taken Lynn Sr.'s death the hardest, and he'd thought maybe their mom figured a change of environment away from all the memories would do her good. In any case, the fashionista hadn't put up much resistance. She wasn't the type to argue in the first place and hated to see their mother upset besides. Lincoln sighed, rubbing his eyes, a bit bitter that people never seemed to realize how readily his sister always sacrificed her own happiness for the sake of others', before smiling sadly. "Well then, I guess you've thought of everything, Leni."
>She giggled, snuggling a bit closer against him. He was starting to feel a bit drowsy too. Lincoln prepared to let himself drift off, certain there was enough time for a nap before they had to start getting themselves ready for their visit to her boss's office.
>If he was to be honest, he didn't want to leave their room either. Leni was right. Outside things were cold and difficult, but here it was easy and warm. Safe, like a castle in the sky, shielding them from all the unpleasantness of the real world. It was more of a moment than a real place, and Lincoln found himself wishing they could live in it forever too.
>The two went quiet; neither of them felt strong enough to bother with any more talk about the future. They didn't want to deal with anything complicated right then. For the moment, all either wanted was to enjoy their private fairytale together there in their hidden sanctuary. Lincoln, the one of the two more prone to needless, fitful planning, briefly tried to picture what their life from now on might look like, but his sister soon fell asleep, and after only a moment of listening to the blonde's soft, measured breathing, he couldn't resist the pull he felt to join her in peaceful, dreamless sleep.

RING RING
RING RING
RING RING

>Lincoln flinched, his eyes snapping open. He was confused for a moment, wondering if he'd set an alarm and forgot or Valenti had arranged for a wake-up call if they weren't up by a certain time. He turned his head, still quite drowsy, and saw how see the screen on Leni's smartphone continuously lit up as it rumbled against the wooden nightstand.
>The blonde soon stirred, smacking her lips. Without giving it much thought she naturally rose from her perch on Lincoln's chest and picked up her clamoring phone, her sleepy face brightening when she saw the name of the caller. Lincoln peeked at the screen. ''Mom' is requesting a videochat'. Leni naturally pressed the button to agree. Her brother was still too groggy to think much of it as the connection was being established, but he suddenly realized the position the two were in. The second that call started their mother was going to get a faceful of two of her children naked in bed together. His eyes widened.
>All at once time seemed to slow to a crawl. Lincoln could swear he could hear the gears grinding together in the clock on the wall, make out every microscopic pore on Leni's hand holding the telephone. He'd never felt more alive than at that moment, his senses sparking awake like the dry air before lightning struck. Blind terror sharpened his reflexes to a screeching, keening edge, and as the call opened, two of his fingers lashed out with the speed of a striking cobra to swipe the bottom right option that read 'one-way'.
>"Hi mom!" Leni held the phone up in front of the two of them, the bedsheet slipping off her breasts, but their image was on the screen for less than a hundredth of a second before disappearing under Lincoln's prompting. She almost jumped from the suddenness of his frantic movement. His sister turned to him, puzzled, but upon noticing the look on his face she paused. Her gaze first flicked down to his bare chest, then to hers, before her shoulders jerked and her expression shifted to one of horror. She held a hand against her mouth, turning to the phone, but slackened with relief when she saw that the self viewbox on the bottom right corner of it was black.
>"...Leni?" Rita's face sprang up on the screen, puzzled. "What happened to the picture?"
>"She dropped her phone!" Lincoln explained rapidly. "The camera's been on the fritz! We'll get it fixed before we come back!" His voice was high and nervous, sour sweat beading on his neck as he realized how close he and his big sister had just come to disaster. He really, really needed to pull Leni aside and have a talk with her about being more careful.
>"Lincoln? You're there too?" Their mother asked, surprised.
>"...Yeah." The young man finally answered, realizing there was no point in pretending otherwise at that point. "There was a mistake with the reservation. There wasn't much we could do, so I've been crashing on the couch."
>"Oh..." Rita frowned for a moment, seeming troubled.
>"Moooom! Let us talk to Leni!" Someone shouted from offscreen, which seemed to snap the Loud matriarch out of her reverie. She quickly gave a smile and adjusted the angle she held her phone at so that the two could see who was with her.
>They were greeted by all four of the chicks still remaining in Rita's nest. Lola, Lana, Lisa and Lily shoved and jostled for position around their mom's phone, each one trying to be the first to get to speak to their sister.
>Managing to corral even half of the Loud gang together was a rare event nowadays, and Lincoln couldn't help the inexplicable twinge of nostalgia he felt at the sight of his younger siblings' excited, smiling faces, though that only brought into sharper relief just how sparingly they'd actually changed over the years. To be fair, they'd all found their niche early. Lola was still the Loud family's beautiful little brat, though after hitting her teens she'd switched the pageant dresses and tiaras she'd enjoyed wearing as a child to rather more preppy ensembles mostly composed of white tennis skirts, pink tanktops and hairbands. Lana, her twin, was of course still her spitting image, and of course still confounded her sister by constantly going without makeup and refusing all of her numerous offered makeovers. It was still t-shirts and baseball caps for the tomboy, though to be fair, she had made at least a cursory effort to display more of her feminity in the last few years after Rita's urging, switching from overalls to sporty jean cutoffs.
>The most resistant to changing her image of all, however, was Lisa. The slacks and turtleneck combo she'd been wearing since she was five might as well have been a uniform for how little she ever switched it up even ten years later, and she'd even gone as far as to keep styling her hair the same. Even Lana had at least moved on from pigtails to braids. He figured the efficiency-oriented teen probably thought deciding on clothes every morning would be an poor use of her time and mental energy and just went with what she knew. Truthfully, the most significant change to her appearance in the last year was how unusually, ahem, substantial her breasts had become of late for a girl not even done with puberty. The little scientist pretended to dislike them and made much of the back pain they caused, but this phenomenon still smelled fishy to Lincoln, and he suspected her body's generous development was something she had engineered herself.
>As for Lily, the baby of the house had blossomed into the angel of Franklin Avenue. Everyone agreed that as the years passed the once-rugrat had turned into just about the most precious thing the Loud family had ever created, an utterly adorable little munchkin with the kind of face you could launch a children's clothing line off of; golden blonde hair tied up in short pigtails, a cute button nose and front teeth just a bit big on her but that anyone could see she was certain to one day grow into. It had gotten to the point where her big sister Lola had even started pressuring her to try competing in pageants, but all the girl seemed interested in doing was drawing and playing videogames, a development the fiery beauty queen blamed squarely and vociferously on Lincoln 'ruining' Lily by manipulating her into getting into his hobbies when she was still just an infant. Privately, he sometimes worried whether Lola was right and his youngest sister might end up maladjusted thanks to him, but with how happy Lily always seemed to become when her big brother got home and how much more insistent she was about spending time with him compared to her sisters, he couldn't help but feel a hint of secret satisfaction too. The young man had the inkling he might be her favorite, and the thought made him smile. Up yours, other nine siblings.
>"Leni!" Lola shouted, pouncing at the phone and almost snatching it out of her mother's grasp before Rita gave the over-excited girl a gentle scolding and pulled it back. Lola ignored her, yelling into the camera. "There's videos of your show all over the internet! Everyone's talking about how great it was!" She beamed, paying no heed to the fact the incoming connection screen was black.
>"Really!?" Leni asked. She'd already sensed the event had gone well based on her audience's reaction at the time, but hearing it from someone else was still a confidence boost, and that was without counting her siblings' very infectious enthusiasm.
>"Yeah! Lola posted some of the pics to her social media to brag about how you're her sister and now everybody we know is talking about it!" Lana pushed her face into the frame. "Your clothes were amazing! They looked just like the fish at Dr. Feinstein's!"
>"Oh my gosh! Thank you!" The seamstress almost squealed. "That's totes what I was going for!"
>Lincoln pursed his lips. He wondered what the critics would say if they found out the show they gave such high praise to was intended to look like the aquarium at a dentist's office.
>Lisa cleared her throat conspicuously, causing Rita to lower the camera a bit so her face could appear in the frame. Bountiful chest aside, she was still noticeably shorter than her two older sisters.
>"Elder sibling," She began, her voice far more confident and clear than the lisp they'd all become accustomed to from when she was a toddler. When the girl's adult teeth had first come in Lisa's characteristic speech impediment had disappeared. This, again, was something Lincoln believed the little scientist had arranged for rather than the result of simple good fortune. If he was to be frank, lately he'd been planning to ask her if she could concoct some sort of muscle-building magic powder for him. Based on all the available evidence, he was certain such a thing was well within her capabilities. "I simply wished to congratulate you on what is now clear was a successful gala. Though high fashion is not a subject I can claim any expertise in," She pushed up her glasses, "I must admit even I was captivated by the loveliness of your creations. Despite the considerable competition in your field, it's my sincere belief you've managed to secure an enduring achievement within it."
>Leni smiled gently. She only ever understood about one word in three whenever her second youngest sister talked, but the spirit of what she was saying was clear. "Thank you so much, Lisa. I couldn't have done it without those 'smart pills' you gave me!"
>"Err...Riiiiight." The young scientist's face suddenly split into the ugly grin she always wore when she was hiding something.
>During Leni's last year of highschool and through most of the courses she'd taken on fashion at the community college, Lisa had been supplying her older sister with what she claimed was an oral drug that would boost her intelligence and make it easier to concentrate. Truthfully, the 'smart pills' she'd foisted upon the trusting blonde had been nothing but a simple multivitamin; at the time she had been in the middle of a long-running study on the effects of placebo drugs on the especially suggestible. She was incredibly surprised when Leni's test scores jumped up about fifteen points on average after her 'treatment'. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to give her big sister a confidence boost every now and then, Lisa still occasionally 'topped off her prescription', assuring her whenever she did that the effects would last several months and there was no need to take any more than she currently was.
>"In this case, Leni, I really do think the credit is due entirely to your own efforts." Lisa gracefully sidestepped the topic, smiling tightly.
>"Awww, thanks, Lis." The designer fawned. "I'll bring you back something nice from New York."
>"Umm..." The camera shook and Rita readjusted once again. There she was, the baby of the Loud house. Lily stared up at the camera with the sort of wide, dewy eyes that could make a glacier melt. Lincoln knew the only thing keeping Leni from clapping in delight was the fact she still had to hold the phone. "I think you looked really pretty, Leni..." The youngest Loud said shyly.
>Leni almost shrieked at how cute her little sister was being. Lily's congratulations were simpler than the rest of her siblings', but no less heartfelt.
>"Not as pretty as you!" The seamstress nearly shouted, causing the young girl to give her a wide, gap-toothed grin. "Lilyyyyy! Thanks so much! I'm so happy to see you!"
>"I'm happy too!" Lily replied with genuine, innocent glee. It was apparent how much she missed her big sister; she'd taken it the hardest when Leni had left and still asked after her the most. The two routinely had sleepovers at her new apartment, and dropping by early to cook the girls breakfast had become one of Lincoln's favorite things about the weekend.
>Rita pulled back the phone enough that all the siblings appeared on the screen as they crowded around her, each trying to speak over the other in their rush to tell her what a wonderful job she'd done and how they always knew she was going to be famous. Leni felt her eyes welling up again. Lincoln noticed and affectionately stroked her arm with the back of his hand. He was doing it to try and spare her from crying during the call, but it just made her feel even more moved; she choked back a happy sob. The boy she loved was finally at her side, comforting her, while her family was competing over who got to be the first to tell her how much they loved her and how proud they were. She couldn't imagine anything being better than the wonderful, dreamlike happiness she was experiencing right then.
>Between her children's shouts Rita explained that they'd only called so late because she wanted to give her 'famous designer daughter' time to rest, but that in the intervening hours since dawn the girls had become almost crazed, repeatedly prodding her over when they'd get to talk to Leni. 'Can we call her now? Can we call her now? Can we call her now?' The mother of eleven apologized sheepishly that a few hours was the most she could buy her, before admitting that Lola wasn't the only one that had been uploading pictures of the show to social media. Rita confessed she'd spent the last few hours messaging even her most distant relationships and acquaintances to show off her amazing, talented daughter. She gushed about what a wonderful job Leni had done and how she deserved every bit of her success. The matriarch of the Loud family was truly and deeply happy for her child; in that moment the overworked homemaker looked ten years younger, such was the depth of her contentment. Secretly, she'd always worried for her second-born's future a bit. Leni was sweet, kind and even smart in her own way, but the world was often cruel to souls as pure and innocent as hers. Seeing her daughter reach such dizzying heights on her own steam was more than the woman could have ever asked for. She thanked Lynn Sr. in heaven for looking out for their baby.
>Leni accepted her praise gratefully, thanking her for always being such a great mom, and Rita responded by passing the phone to the others with a gentle admonishment of 'one at a time!' so that the girl wouldn't see her joyful tears.

>As he watched his big sister get overwhelmed by their rambunctious siblings' adoration, Lincoln couldn't help but see her in something of a new light. One of the first things he'd thought of when what he and Leni had done truly sank in was that he had no idea how he was going to face their mother. Having that reckoning actually come so suddenly when the two were naked and in bed together and just done making love only made it worse; while he'd initially been planning to cut in when the moment was right to give the seamstress time to collect herself, he'd found he was far too nervous to even begin to talk to his mom naturally in his current state. His big sister, on the other hand, had had no problem whatsoever. Lincoln was stunned by how natural Leni was, the confidence with which she carried herself, like she'd done nothing wrong at all, and it eased his own gnawing shame that sprang up from when he'd first seen his mother until soon enough he was able to set his own feelings aside and genuinely join the family in their conversation.
>After about ten minutes of rapid back and forths, questions and answers fired like shots at a saloon with Leni at the center, the earlier frenzy seemed to cool a bit in its intensity. The kids had gotten the nervous, disbelieving excitement out of their system and had managed to tell their sister most of what they'd wanted to say. The talk got looser now, more relaxed, and they began to bring up less urgent things.
>"Leniiiii~" Lola forced herself back into the center of the camera. "When are you gonna let me model for you? I'm sure I'd be good at it! I wanna go to New York too!"
>A chastising voice cut in from offscreen. "I told you, honey: no modeling until you're eighteen. I know what you're like; I want you to at least finish highschool."
>"But moooooom!" Lola complained. "Highscool is boring and everyone there is so immature!" She huffed, "You know the big city is where I belong. And I get straight A's anyway, I could just get a private tutor! I can pay for it myself with my pageant savings! Besides, sixteen, eighteen, what's the difference, really?"
>"In your case about five hundred and twenty two days," A condescending monotone was heard from the background. Lola turned and glared at someone offscreen.
>"Fine!" She huffed grumpily, then turned up her eyes at Leni again, the picture of beautific innocence. It always impressed Lincoln how quickly and seamlessly Lola could go from brat to sweetie-pie. "Then at least make something for me for my next pageant!" Her bright smile soon melted into a malicious grin. "When the girls I'm competing against hear I'm wearing a Leni Loud original they'll die!" She cackled. "They'll just shrivel up and die!"
>"Rather than that," Lisa adjusted her spectacles again, giving a wary look at Lola before butting back in, "I was rather surprised at the eminence of those attending your gala. If I'm not mistaken Doctor Gunther Van Nuys was in the anterior second row. If I'd known he was going to be present, I would have asked Lincoln to pass on some of my research."
>Finally hearing himself mentioned, their brother chuckled, leaning forward a bit. "I'm not sure I would have had the time, Lisa. It was pretty crazy that night."
>"Oh I'll bet." Came an amused, suggestive voice. Lola took the phone from the scientist so she could peer into the screen, and to Lincoln it somehow almost felt like she could see through their 'broken' camera and was staring directly into his eyes. "What's Emily Hawthorne like, Lincoln?" She asked in a sing-song tone, smirking with self-satisfaction, "You get her number?"
>The young man immediately froze, now rapidly regretting making himself a part of the conversation. They'd probably already forgotten he was there! If he'd just kept his mouth shut...his mind raced for answers as to how his little sister knew about Emily, until he realized what it was was actually going on. He suddenly badly wanted to slap himself. Dang it! OF COURSE Lola read PMZed! It was probably her homepage!
>"I, uhh..." He hesitated, not sure what the best way to handle the unexpected topic was, especially if, God forbid, she started asking about the details from the rest of the article.
>"Lola, honey? What are you talking about?" Rita suddenly asked.
>"Don't you read the scandal sheets, mommy?" The pageant queen batted her eyes innocently, preening over having some juicy dirt. "Apparently our little Lincoln was all up in Ophelia Livingstone's business last night. I didn't even know you knew HOW to 'seduce' someone, Linky. I guess people will surprise you~"
>"I-it's all lies, they just made it all up!" Lincoln insisted frantically, ignoring his younger sister's needling as he desperately tried to get out in front of the business about him and Leni. He only momentarily wondered what the gossip-addicted princess would say if she found out he really had gotten Emily's number.
>Lola blinked, surprised at her brother's panic. "I'm just kidding, you weirdo. Quit freaking out." She scoffed. "Of course they made it up. Heck, half that story was about how you're Leni's secret boyfriend."

>"...What?" Rita asked, sitting up on the couch. Lincoln winced; he could detect the stress seeping into her voice. "What...do you mean, honey?" She queried with a strained smile, trying to sound casual, but he had enough of a sense for every member of his family that there was no fooling him. His mom was definitely on edge.
>The young man's mind worked fast and he cut in before Lola could say anything. "They just said that because she left the building with me. I'm sure they'll update the story when they find out who I really am."
>"Lincoln?" Leni asked, leaning in closer to him. "What are you guys talking about?"
>When Rita heard the genuine confusion in her daughter's voice, she relaxed, taking her son at his word. "Dang muckrackers..." She cursed softly.
>Lola laughed, actually seeming tickled by the thought. "Seriously, isn't it crazy what some people come up with?"
>"It's not like it's that hard a mistake to make." Lana differed. "Whenever Linc drops you off at dance class you tell the girls there he's YOUR boyfriend."
>Lola's reaction to her sister's casually letting that particular cat out of its bag was something to see. It put Lincoln in mind of old nuclear bomb test footage, the kind where old houses suddenly lean backwards, then explode. Her expression at first froze, then all at once crumbled from smug to utterly horrified; a furious blush that matched the color of her pink shirt spread across her cheeks like a struck match. The girl's face involuntarily scrunched up as she started yelling at her twin in an outraged panic. "I-I only did that so they'd stop bugging me for his number!" She was so taken aback at being suddenly exposed that it had not occurred to her that she could simply deny it was true.
>"Your dance friends wanted my number?" Her brother asked innocently.
>"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, LINCOLN!" The young man jumped as all his sisters, even Leni, suddenly yelled at him in unison, their mom uttering a soft 'oh my!' at their synchronized outburst. He stammered in surprise, his eyes darting between Lola turning away from her twin to shoot him a withering look through the phone's camera and Leni pouting at him, miffed.
>"You're so gross!" Lola yelled, heedless of what was going on at the other end of the phone. "Half those girls are fifteen! Fifteen, Lincoln! You would NOT do well in prison, just eff why I!"
>"I-I was just asking!" The boy threw his hands up, pleading with a silent, stewing Leni as he got berated. "I was curious! It's the first I'm hearing about it!"
>"And it's the last you're hearing about it!" The pageant queen huffed indignantly, firm on that being the end of the discussion.
>Leni gave him one last suspicious look before turning back to the telephone, shoving him softly with her shoulder when she did so. Lincoln groaned, putting his arm around his sister and pulling her towards him, giving her a kiss on the side of the neck to try and ease her worries about his future fidelity. She tried to squirm out of his embrace at first, but finally relented, giving a stifled laugh at the feeling of his lips on her neck.
>Lincoln had to admit he'd surprised himself with his own gesture. He hadn't believed he could ever be so cavalier in displaying his affection while their family was (sort of) right there. He'd been reckless just then, something unusual for someone as careful as he was, but perhaps giving in to Leni and having things turn out so amazing because of it had ground a bit of the edge off his nervous tendencies.
>The blonde simply snuggled closer against him. For her part, Leni found her little brother's sudden forwardness immensely thrilling; she was perfectly conscious of the fact they couldn't let their mother know about their new relationship, but the fact he at least didn't seem to be ashamed of it made her incredibly happy. She'd been told that what she felt was wrong so many times...But Lincoln was always right, even back when they were kids, and if he felt the same way, then that definitely meant it was okay after all.
>"Still," Lola finally seemed to find her composure, giving one last glare to her twin for exposing the torrid romance she'd been pretending to be engaged in with her mysterious white haired chauffeur. That'd been one secret she'd been hoping to take to her grave, not partly because of how serious their make-believe relationship had been getting lately. She could never tell Lincoln, but in the fanciful tale she'd woven it was clear he was thinking of asking her to marry him. Oh, so what!? Honestly! She'd only been having a little fun! Did that really merit getting sandbagged like that, and right in front of her brother/fake paramour no less? She almost let herself get mad again, but caught it just in time; she released a long sigh and consciously forced her attention back to the conversation at hand. "It's a shame it's not true. Emily sure would be an improvement over that ex of his. Heck, Leni would be an improvement, sister and all." Lola had recently found out about the way Lincoln's now-former girlfriend had broken up with him and was still seething about it.
>"Lola!" Her mother chastised. The bit about Leni mortified her of course, but more than that, the woman didn't think her son would appreciate being reminded of Mary so soon, especially right in the middle of their trip. It would have been better to let the ugliness of the real world wait until they got back.
>Rita knew how hard he'd tried to make it work with that girl. There was an aspect of guilt to her chastising too, gnawing at her; part of her believed the reason Lincoln had so much trouble making his relationships last was because all the other women in his life demanded so much of him. She supposed it was just something else she and the girls owed her son, the mother of eleven sighed. She was thankful at least that her daughters, in their own way, seemed to sense this too, and cherished him all the more for it. Rita guessed that was the reason Lola was acting so catty.
>"What?" The pageant queen protested, "She was totally wrong for him anyway! You know it's true! He could do sooo much better." Here her voice went low, almost coming to a whisper, like she was sharing an enormous scandal, "The girl had a nose ring!" The preppy teenager cleared her throat, as though just saying it was distasteful. "Seriously Lincoln, what is with this 'type' you have? The one before this one-" It was one of Lola's habits to quickly cease using his ex-girlfriends' actual names once the relationship was over, instead referring to them by cold, impersonal apellations such as 'that one' and the like, "-did rollerderby of all things. And the one before that...Well, the less said there, the better. You're lucky you broke up with little miss blackbelt when you did. You know the guy she dated after you wound up with a broken arm? Ugh, you and your tomboys..." The little diva shook her head in exasperation, only then becoming a little more energized as she finally seemed to arrive at her actual point. "Honestly, it wouldn't kill you to see what it's like to be with an actual girl, you know. Date a blonde! You'll enjoy it! Someone that wears skirts, at least! Something. Sheesh..."
>Lincoln groaned, preparing himself in advance for the shape of the conversation to come. Now that they'd started on this topic, there was little chance they'd be moving on from it any time soon. Over the years his lovelife had gradually become the most hotly discussed source of entertainment in the Loud house, and all his sisters loved nothing better than to opine upon it. Normal families, he thought with more than a bit of envy, just talked about what they watched on TV...At least the peanut gallery had been minnowed down as time passed with so many of his sisters off on their own nowadays, he consoled himself.
>Lisa couldn't help but add her two cents, as the young man knew she would. "Personally, I've always felt our elder brother's sanguine temperament leaves him best suited to share his life with a studious, bookish sort. I'm sure there's some colleagues I could introduce you to, Lincoln."
>"What's wrong with tomboys?" Lana mumbled under her breath. "He just hasn't met the right one..."
>"Why do you have to date anybody?" Lily grumpily interjected, finally managing to force a word in edgewise of her pushy sisters as she angled down the phone in her mother's hand. All Lincoln and Leni could see was the top of her face, her big, doe eyes staring up at them. "You've got us!"
>Lincoln had been about to cut in, exasperated, before Lily's comment. He instantly choked on the words, laughing, and had to stop himself from cooing instinctively at the sight of her, as though she was still the little toddler he would rock to sleep. Lily hated whenever they treated her like a baby, but for most of the siblings it was a difficult habit to break. It didn't matter how much time passed, in their eyes she'd always be that adorable little rugrat sucking on her thumb and crying to be picked up. That was the 'perk' of being the youngest in a big family.
>The fact he obviously wasn't lending her suggestion much weight just served to make the girl more cranky and that, of course, only made her look even cuter. Lily always took it the worst when the subject of Lincoln dating someone came up. "Maybe you're right, Lily." He gave her a mawkish grin. "You guys are enough for me."
>His littlest sister frowned, getting ready to demand her big brother take her seriously, but Lola scoffed again. "Just look at how he is with her." She stage-whispered to Lana with a bit of jealousy, before raising her voice so the receiver would pick it up. "It's soooo obvious Lily's your favorite, Lincoln. Really! Can't you even pretend?"
>"Why wouldn't she be?" Lana asked, resigned. "She's the cutest."
>"I was just as cute when I was her age!" Her twin futilely protested.
>"Yeah right." Lana laughed. "The only pageant you were winning when you were twelve was the little miss pizza face regionals."
>Lola recoiled. "HOW DARE YOU!" She hissed.
>"Puberty is hardly something to be ashamed of." Lisa stated in her own matter of fact way, attempting to defuse the fight she sensed was coming.
>"Pipe down, shorty!" The pageant queen barked, still staring at Lana.
>"'Shorty'!? Why you ignoramus-"
>"Why do you keep piling on me today!?" Lola ignored her, focusing instead on her twin.
>Lana wheeled about on Lola instantly, as though angry she'd even ask. "I know you gave my snake to Lisa for her science experiments!"
>"IT..." The bratty blonde flinched at being found out, "IT KEPT POOPING ON MY BED!" She tried to justify herself.
>"What!?" The scientist's eyes widened, "I was led to believe that specimen was wild! If it's domesticated my data means nothing! Do you have any idea how much of my time you've wasted, you silly girl!?"
>Lincoln stared, exasperated, as the small argument began to escalate into the typical Loud house maelstrom. He didn't expect he'd have to play peacekeeper from thousands of miles away. Just when he started moving to try and calm things down, however, Lily beat him to it.
>"Please don't fight!" She ran forward, getting in between her three sisters. "Please! We called to say congratulations to Leni!" The little girl peered up at them hopefully, giving her siblings the same dewy eyes she'd blasted him and Leni with earlier. Lincoln knew right then the three had no chance, a suspicion soon confirmed by the simultaneous utterances of 'awww' he heard in the background as Rita pointed the phone's camera at herself, grinned, and silently mouthed the word 'angel' at them. When she pointed the camera back the youngest Loud was trapped in in the middle of a three-way group hug from her sisters.
>"You're right, Lily. We're sorry." Lola gushed fawningly, delivering an affectionate peck to Lily's forehead before pulling back from off the irresistable little cuddlebug along with her siblings. Lily didn't reply, but she puffed up with a bit of obvious pride that she'd convinced them to stop fighting; it was all any of them could do to keep from pinching those perfect, dimpled cheeks of hers sore when she did. "We didn't interrupt Leni and Lincoln's glamorous New York trip just so they could listen to us fight." The pageant princess conceded, before quickly quipping, "They can do that when they get back, after all."
>"I'm sorry about not working harder to keep El Diablo 3 on my side of the room, Lols." Lana apologized, unable to meet her twin's eye. It was true she hadn't done anything about it even after her roommate kept complaining.
>"I'm sorry for giving him to Lisa." Lola replied sincerely. "Just so you know, she promised she wouldn't hurt him."
>"I was only doing some behavioral training studies anyway." The little scientist assured them. "No wonder its response was so subdued..." She murmured.
>"And I'm sorry about calling you short, too." Lola added, feeling the guilt after lashing out. Lisa hadn't even done anything and she'd still teed off on her. Lola had never been very good at controlling her temper, she admitted to herself.
>"Not to worry." She waved her hand dismissively. "I assure you, by the time I reach adulthood I shall be a well-proportioned, voluptuous one hundred and seventy centimeters tall." The teenager boasted.
>"And why exactly are you so sure of that?" Rita asked suspiciously. "Lisa, honey...You haven't been doing any of those hormone experiments on yourself I told you to put a stop to, have you?"
>"N-nnnnooooo..." Again, the pursed lip grin appeared. "I'm just...eating my vegetables."
>"Uhuh." The matriarch of the Loud house deadpanned. "You and I are going to have a talk later, young lady."
>"Mother, please!" Lisa protested, knowing the jig was up. "Studies have shown women of certain widely-agreed upon physical characteristics are granted better opportunities in life and smoother sailing in social situations! I'm just trying to seize every advantage possible! Science is a competitive field, it's a bloodbath trying to secure research grants!"
>"Later, Lisa." Rita warned. Her daughter sighed and lowered her head, resigning to the lecture now certain to be in her future.
>"So how's New York?" Lily asked, taking the phone from her mother. "Is it glamorous like Lola said?"
>"It's totes glamorous." Leni nodded emphatically; she had by then begun resting her head on her brother's chest as she propped the phone on his stomach by its edge, but the question perked her back up like a fox tempted out of its burrow. "Gosh, there's so many things I want to tell you guys about! I mean, like, just the other night, me and Lincoln went to dinner and the food was so amazing and the restaurant was so fancy! There was an old lady giving out roses, even! And it had live violin music, and a waiter that comes just to refill your water, and then a different waiter that comes just to see if you need anything-even if your order is already there!- and-! And-!" She could hardly decide what to mention next, it was all so interesting, but instead caught herself before she got too excited and skipped right to her favorite part of that evening, "...And then he took me to Times Square and it was bright and loud and amazing. It's just like the movies!"
>Lincoln was thrilled Leni had enjoyed the places they'd visited so much, though he knew it was only 'just like the movies' because they'd stuck to the fancy, expensive parts of town. He doubted they'd be able to afford most of it if her boss wasn't footing the bill. He'd have to thank Bongiorno later that day when they met for making such generous arrangements and making sure New York put its best foot forward for Leni.
>Lola sighed in delight as she imagined the scene. "That sounds so wonderful. Oooh, I wish we could see your room!" She said. "I looked up the hotel you're staying at on the internet and I read it's, like, super duper DUPER fancy."
>"I'll say." Lincoln added, unconsciously starting to stroke Leni's hair once again as she lay her body across his.. "Everything looks so expensive, it was tough to relax at first. It kind of feels like we're sleeping in a museum. Just the couch I'm crashing on right now looks right out of 'Ivan The Terrible Killing His Son'."
>"Lincoln!" Lisa appeared pleased. "You're a devotee of nineteenth century Russian realism? I had no idea."
>"Well, I don't know about that..." He turned shy at the respect he heard in her voice, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "To be honest, I just know the name because we studied the composition of that painting during my first year of art school."
>His first and only year, that was, Lincoln being forced to drop out to take care of Leni and provide some support for his mother at home still raising four girls. The cheer noticeably drained out of the room, and the young man instantly regretted mentioning it. He hadn't been trying to bring anybody down, especially during such a happy moment. It wasn't every day such a big part of the clan all managed to find the time to hang out together like they were, even over the phone.
>"Lincoln..." He heard Lola whine softly from offscreen, and noticed Leni subtly angling her face away from him to try and hide it, as though too guilty to look him in the eye.
>He took a deep breath, preparing to repeat the same speech he had delivered so many times before. "Look guys, we've talked about this. Art school isn't going anywhere! I don't regret my decision for one second. I never have." The assurances he offered them were warm and sincere. "I get to spend a few more years with you before you go off and start your own lives, and I got to watch Leni get to the places we always knew she could. Do you think I'd trade any of it for some piece of paper that says I'm 'officially' an artist?" The young man joked. He knew him abandoning his studies for their sake was a source of hurt for the girls and attempted to console them. His sisters' expressions softened a bit on the screen, giving him smiles that still looked somewhat ashamed. "Besides," Lincoln finally added, "I know it's what dad would have wanted."
>Leni lifted her head up from his chest to look at him, her eyes peering into his meaningfully. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned forward and placed a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. He responded by giving her arm a soft squeeze.
>Everyone became a bit melancholic at that before Rita took the phone once again. "Your father would have loved your show, Leni. He always knew you were going to be something special."
>"Thanks, mom." Leni murmured, still facing Lincoln. "It sort of felt like he was there, you know...? Like, in spirit."
>"I'm sure he was, honey." Rita smiled. "I'm sure he was."

>The call finished not long afterwards. Her sisters insisted again how proud they were of her and how sorry they felt they couldn't make it to the show, and promised that nothing on earth was going to stop them from making it to the next one. The foregone conclusion they seemed to share that there would indeed be a next show helped convince Leni that her first truly had been a success, and by the end of the videochat she was beaming with satisfaction. She mollified her siblings, who initially didn't want to let her go, by promising she'd bring them lots of souvenirs.
>"That was nice." She snuggled up to him a bit closer when it was over, sighing contently. "I like it when everyone's together like that."
>"Me too, but that's not the last call we're going to get." Lincoln said with a bit of urgency. He knew it was now late enough in the day that the congratulations from the rest of their sisters and her friends would soon start blowing up her phone. "You should should go shower, we have to go to Prisma in a few hours. I'll man the fort while you do."
>"Oh!" She said, sitting up. "Okay, Linky. I'll try not to use up all the hot water."
>He was about to tell her to feel free to use as much as she wanted, he doubted the shower in a hotel like the Salzburg was going to run out, but just when he was about to say so he heard his sister give a soft 'eep!' and press one of her hands between her legs. Lincoln winced as he noticed the string of sperm running down the side of her thigh, only now recalling the total disregard the two had been showing for safe sex. God, he'd cum inside her so many times....
>"L-Listen, Leni..." He gulped, feeling cold sweat beading on his forehead as he watched his semen soak into their sheets. If there was that much dripping out, just how much was still pooling in her womb? "We're going to have to start using condoms."
>"No!" Leni suddenly screeched, surprising him. The dismay in her tone was such that it would have seemed more appropriate if it had come in response to him telling her the world was going to end, the sky was falling, animal prints were coming back, or some other tragedy of that magnitude, rather than that they needed to start using contraceptives when they made love. "I-I mean...I'm, like, allergic! To the stuff they're made of!"
>"You're allergic to latex?" Lincoln blinked, surprised. He'd lived with her all his life and not known that about his sister.
>"Yeah, that too!" Leni answered too quickly. "I'll break out in hives! You know how often I'm getting my picture taken nowadays Lincoln, that'd be a total disaster!"
>"Hmm..." The young man rubbed his chin apprehensively, unable to help but agree. "W-well then, what about birth control?"
>"No way!" She shook her head. "I'm totes allergic to that too! I swell up like a balloon!"
>Lincoln pondered helplessly. An IUD then? However, as much as he loved being with her in that way, he couldn't bring himself to force Leni through the experience of having one put in just so they could be intimate more often. He knew how much she'd hate having a stranger, even a doctor, touch her like that.
>"I guess we'll just have to use the rhythm method, then." The young man sighed, dreading how unwieldy their future sex life was going to be. He made a note to ask what her schedule was later so there wouldn't be any mistakes.
>However...
>"I'm allergic to that too!" The fashionista suddenly protested, stomping her foot on the floor.
>Lincoln stared at her blankly for a moment in response. After finally managing to process what she'd said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're...allergic?" He asked, "To the rhythm method."
>"Yeah." Leni nodded. "It, like, makes me, umm...It makes my nose stuffy?" She offered guardedly.
>Lincoln clicked his tongue, staring at her. "Anything else you're allergic to, Leni?" The young man deadpanned.
>"I'm allergic to..." The blonde pressed her fingers together shyly, "I'm allergic to you pulling out?" She gave him a probing smile.
>"Dang it, Leni." Lincoln groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with exasperation. The blonde shrank away sheepishly as it became clear she'd been found out. She realized she probably should have asked what the rhythm method was first before claiming to be allergic to it. "This is serious!" He insisted, "You could get pregnant!"
>"Well..." she hesitated, "...What's so bad about that?" The fashionista demurred hopefully, "Don't you want to. like, have kids, Lincoln?" Leni blinked her big, cerulean eyes at him and he almost choked.
>Again, the moment the young man thought he'd finally reached the place where his sister had been waiting for him at all these years, with just a single innocent question she once more left him far behind. Images of what he and Leni's children might look like suddenly flashed unexpectedly in his mind. The white haired boy stammered, totally unprepared for the rush of emotion it caused. "O-of course I want kids!" He suddenly shouted, then paused, surprised.
>In contrast with the firm certainty with which he'd just declared it so, truthfully, before that moment Lincoln hadn't known that at all about himself. Not that he believed he didn't want kids, it just wasn't something he'd ever dedicated much thought to in the first place. He was still young, plus it already felt like he was raising some of his sisters anyway. And more than that, perhaps, on some subconscious level, he never really believed the girls he was dating would be the girls he was going to spend the rest of his life with, and so the concept of marriage and children had never really seemed like something relevant to his life as it was.
>The old adage that the best way to get the truth out of people was to shock it out of them apparently really had something to it. Leni's question, delivered with no guile or intrigue to it whatsoever, had cut through any psychological smokescreens or rationalizations her fast-talking sibling might otherwise have constructed if he'd been prepared for it and arrived directly at the feelings nestled deep in his heart, unknown even to him. Lincoln realized now that he DID want kids. Maybe...a lot of kids. He wanted a wife and a family.
>A brief but intense wistfulness suddenly struck him, then just as quickly passed. It dawned on him that all of that was impossible now. At least it was if he truly meant to spend the rest of his life with Leni, and he did. How could he risk condemning their children, guilty of nothing, to a life of illness and pain because of their parents' relation to each other? How could he risk his sister's health with what might well be a dangerous pregnancy because of their shared blood? Either one was unthinkable to him. He wanted kids, but Leni always came first. She trusted him to take care of her, to protect her. He'd been taking care of her for so long.
>This time was no different. It couldn't be. Especially not this time.
>The issue, then, was just how Lincoln was to explain it to her. She simply didn't understand what the problem was. Looking at her wide, expectant eyes, he felt like he could almost see behind them, into her heart and the picture of domestic bliss she was imagining. His own heart shook from what he found himself forced to do. How would Leni react to finding out she could never be the mother of his children? Would she be crushed? Would she not be able to understand?
>And, the idea that scared him the most: would she push him to try their luck anyway? He didn't know if he could hold firm if his sister truly begged him. He was already mentally chastising himself, imagining her pleading cries and trying to be strong. He was doing this for her. He had to protect her.
>Lincoln tried to speak, but hesitated. "I mean...I don't..." He shook his head, "It's just not a good idea for you and me to have kids, Leni." He offered gently.
>"But why not?" She asked, "They'd be so cute..."
>The image of he and his sister's smiling children, greeting him happily when he got home, crowding around he and Leni as they watched TV on the couch, noisily carrying on in the living room while she made breakfast and he set the table, flashed in his head. He sighed with a deep, searingly intense longing at the sudden fantasy before moving to sit at the edge of the mattress, patting the side in an invitation for her to join him. The blonde looked hesitant but finally did so.
>"Leni, we can't have kids together." He pursed his lips and gave the girl a tight, sad smile. He thought if he acted like it wasn't a big deal, it might make it easier. "We're brother and sister. They'd have...problems." Lincoln's eyes begged her softly to understand. To not make things harder than they already were.
>"You mean, like, birth defects?" Leni suddenly asked. Lincoln stared at her blankly, surprised she knew what those were. He realized he'd underestimated her again. Leni was pretty smart when it came to things she cared about, and there was little doubt she cared about this. The future life she might lead with her little brother one day would be sure to be one of the things the blonde had dedicated the most thought to of all.
>"Y-yes, Leni." He tentatively replied, bracing himself for the discussion he thought was to come.
>"But Lincoln, that's not true!" His sister grinned brightly, taking her hands in his. The way she said it, so confidently, almost made him want to drop the subject right there and take her at her word. Join her in her delusion. He had to force himself to shake his head in an effort to break the spell. This was too important.
>"Leni, I know you want to believe that, but..." He started.
>"No, I mean it! Don't you remember Lisa's fifth birthday party?" She asked happily.
>Lincoln paused as he tried to process the sudden non-sequitur. Lisa's fifth birthday party?
>That's when it hit him.
>The aforementioned intellectual prodigy usually didn't like for much to be made of her birthday, insisting birthdays themselves were a meaningless triviality that early man had latched on to and placed far too much importance on in a futile effort to lend some cosmic meaning to life and death, but on that day in particular she had actually allowed her parents to throw her a small celebration. Rita and Lynn Sr., delighted, had let the rest of the family know and they'd all dutifully cleared their calendars to take part. Her parents had really gone the extra mile for the occasion, festooning the house in decorations, getting the biggest cake they could find and only barely getting talked out of hiring a petting zoo; it was like they were trying to roll up all the earlier parties Lisa had refused into one. Needless to say, spirits were high.
>And then, on that day, once everyone was gathered in the kitchen, the candles lit and the songs all sung, Lisa had cleared her throat and demanded silence. Following that, she calmly revealed to all those gathered what exactly their party favors were to be.
>It seemed the amoral little scientist had just finished developing the prototype for what she was certain would be the next generation of CRISPR-Cas9 prokaryote editing, and to test her new enzyme had secretly subjected all those present to a series of nightly gene therapies while they slept. After taking some blood samples for testing the week before, she'd found the changes to their DNA had become proveable; all flawed sequences expressing future disease had been deactivated and, thusly, all inheritable illnesses purged.
>As a result, she was proud to declare, any future children any member of the Loud family had were certain to be absolutely healthy, assuming they were fathered or mothered, as the case may be, with someone of similarly impeccable genetics.
>By contrast, her friend Darcy recieved one of those toy frogs that jumped when you squeezed their rubber bulb.
>To close her speech, Lisa thanked her parents and siblings for their great contribution to science and assured them the opportunity they'd granted her to test out her recent breakthrough would be more than sufficient to serve as their gift to her. Following that, she urged them to enjoy the cake before quickly grabbing a hold of Darcy's hand and merrily skipping upstairs to play, leaving her entire family sitting dumbstruck at the dinner table.
>Lincoln couldn't help but shudder at the memory. Boy, had Lori raised some Hell that day...
>"But wait, then..." Lincoln blinked, suddenly enlightened.
>"Yeah!" Leni nodded cheerfully. "If I got the treatment, and you got the treatment, then..." Her face seemed to scrunch up as she struggled to verbalize what she was thinking more eloquently before finally giving up and grinning. "I mean...Right?" His sister looked at him expectantly.
>As she stared, Lincoln was still busy processing the events of that day almost ten years ago. It was true. He'd forgotten all about it; he was only a kid at the time and the idea of having a family of his own was still so far off in the future the eleven year old him would have appreciated one of those jumping frog toys more. It seemed incredible to him even now that Leni remembered that, though he supposed she had been older than him at the time and, he realized after last night's revelation, had a far deeper interest in the subject, even back then.
>There was a gleam in her eyes as she waited for him to confirm what she suspected, the girl trusting his judgement the best after all, but all Lincoln could bring himself to do was release a long, disbelieving breath as a very important door in his heart he had only just forced shut suddenly flung itself open again.
>"I...You're right. Jesus Leni, you're right." Lincoln placed a hand on his head in stunned disbelief.
>"Yay!" She squealed, giving the still thunderstruck young man a hug. "So there's no problem, right?"
>"...No." He shook his head, "There's no...problem."
>"Then let's just, like, keep doing what we're doing, okay?" She smiled, getting back up to her feet. "Besides, I know you like it too." The seamstress winked before sauntering over to the bathroom, though the elegance of her stride was hampered by the way she held one of her hands between her legs to trap his essence inside of her.
>"I-I do like it, but..." Lincoln shook his head, murmuring distractedly. It was only once he'd gotten his wits about him again that he realized she'd closed the door. The young man jumped up. "Wait, Leni! Having kids is a really big step! Are you sure you-"
>"SORRY LINCOLN, CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Leni shouted before pulling open one of the taps, the water instantly pouring from the showerhead. "I'M SHOWERING!"
>He wanted to argue, tell her he knew his voice was coming through, but after the two separate (or perhaps one single but exceptionally intense) emotional rollercoasters he'd just endured, he just couldn't find the strength. The young man simply slumped back to the bed, defeated, and released a hitching, dazed sigh, suddenly having a situation he couldn't make heads or tails of dropped on his lap. Leave it to his sister to casually throw a bomb that blew up every plan he had, then put it out of her mind entirely to go clean up for a magazine interview like nothing had happened.
>Every future Lincoln had envisioned for them, every possible scenario he'd hastily calculated, shared one thing in common: the couple had no offspring of their own. It had seemed to go without saying, it was so obvious! But now that Leni had reminded him that thanks to Lisa their blood relation didn't constitute a meaningful problem in the medical sense, and with his own undeniable desire for a big family, it felt like he had to go back to the drawing board on everything, not to mention process some very complicated feelings. Would they really...? Could they really? A-and did she really want to...? His mind continued giving mighty efforts to grind past the gear locking up the machinery in his train of thought, only to over and over again fail to overcome it. He had no maneuvers in place, no clever ruse up his sleeve. The man with the plan was well and truly taken offguard.
>For maybe the first time since he'd first pressed his lips to his sister's, Lincoln honestly had not the slightest inkling of their life ahead, or what, meticulous though he'd always been before, he was supposed to prepare for it. He didn't know what was right or wrong. He didn't know what he should do or what he should say or even how he should feel. They'd only made love for the first time last night and now all Lincoln could think about was he and Leni's future kids!
>He shook his head, sighing at the frighteningly unclear fate awaiting him and his sister just beyond the horizon, and all the possibilities that seemed to stretch out endlessly, demanding he start making moves right then to avoid the disastrous ones. Each problem seemed more dire than the last and each seemed to clamor for his immediate and undivided attention. A true beast of a dilemma had just been dragged, still twisting and growling and lunging to bite his head off, over the dumbstruck boy's plate. He had no idea how to even begin to work on it. As the very real imminence of the situation washed over him, he nearly panicked.
>He was finally brought back to earth, however, by the muffled sound of water running, and a young woman in love singing happily in the shower. The notes stirred him from his fears like raindrops falling over his skin.
>He'd heard the song before, he realized, but never so out of tune. Never so clumsy. And, most especially, never so beautiful. Like a magic spell, his anxious heart soon quieted, as though it, like him, just wanted to listen to Leni sing.
>She really was some sort of angel. The young man couldn't help but give a helpless, tired chuckle, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
>Well...
>In the end, he supposed there were certainly worse problems a person could have than the woman he loved wanting to have his kids.

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>It went like Lincoln had predicted. While his sister was showering, he answered the calls her phone received from Lori, Lynn and Luan. They were surprised and delighted to find their little brother on the other line, and chatted with him briefly until he told them about how Leni was showering and the packed few hours they had coming up, all of which meant she wouldn't be able to talk to them right away. His sisters understood and promised to call back (he'd only noticed then from the activity log that Luna and Lucy had called while they were asleep), though each, of course, had their own little trial to put him through before they'd let him go. Lori took a moment to ask him to help make sure Leni didn't get into any trouble now that there were certain to be cameras on her, Luan poked a bit of fun at him for 'seducing Emily Hawthorne' (Lola had posted a link to the article in the Loud family group chat and it'd made the rounds by then) and Lynn took the opportunity to grill him insistently on just when he was finally going to visit her again. He promised Lori he would and she let him off after only a light scolding for not having done a better job the night before, endured Luan's jibes with good humor, and told Lynn he'd try to see if he could stay over at Lori's for a few days and pop by the next time her college soccer team had a big game.
>When his tomboy sister asked him why he couldn't just stay over in her dormroom with her he demurred. Somehow it didn't seem like a good idea to tell Lynn he found the girls she shared a dorm with to be pushy and aggressive towards him in a way that he found difficult to deal with; most of them were also her teammates and he worried Lynn finding out how they acted around him could screw up their dynamic together on the field. Thanks to how quickly the PMZed gossip had traveled he had little doubt that she also knew by now that he'd broken up with his significant other, so when the jock furthermore brought up her friend Margo in what he knew was an incoming attempt to set him up, he quickly excused himself by saying Leni had just gotten out of the bathroom and that he needed to start getting ready himself so they could make the interview. Lynn grumbled, but finally allowed him to end the call after extracting a commitment he'd drop by, not satisfied with his lukewarm lawyerspeak and demanding he upgrade his meaningless 'I'll try' into a firm 'I will'. Lincoln sighed and did so, and only then did she let him hang up.
>The door opened and the expected flood of steam that characterized a Leni-shower poured out. The girl liked them long; it was something that had caused more than one argument back when all the siblings lived at home together and there was only so much hot water their old boiler could produce. Lincoln turned to look at her, about to remind her not to dither too much on what she was going to wear; the sight that greeted his eyes inflicted a powerful dejavu on him.
>Leni turned her delicate, swan-like neck, squeezing a towel against the soggy hair sticking to her shoulder which, catching the light from the morning, gleamed like dark, burnished gold. Rivulets of water poured down the fashionista's slim, fit body as she padded delicately across the carpet. The scene was just like the one from a few days ago, except this time, Leni hadn't felt the need to cover herself up at all. She just hummed and stood there. Naked. Moist.
>Ready.
>Just like that morning, the impulse to devour the defenseless blonde surged up within Lincoln like a wild animal urge. He'd found himself standing up, halfway to her before he even realized what he was doing. He stopped himself just in time. The young man paused and shook his head, blinking in surprise. The lure of Leni, the hunger he had to make her his deeply, physically, was like a burning ember pressed to the base of his skull. His libido was running rougshod over his reason; he could hardly stand it.
>He'd been a fairly sexual person before, sure, but his desires had never simply seized control of him like they'd been doing while he was with his sister. It was like an instinct driving him on, something base and fundamental to who he was. Every second he fought not to press his lips against her clean, wet skin and slake his withering thirst was a struggle against himself.
>"Lincoln?" She looked up at him, staring at the boy with half-lidded eyes. She appeared truly satisfied, at last truly content with the world, her life and the company she was keeping. "Don't you need to shower?"
>"...Yeah." He rasped and carefully wet his lips with his tongue. He tracked one of the drops of water rolling tantalizingly down her thigh before suddenly shutting his eyes. He shook his head again and sighed. "Yeah."
>As he awkwardly stepped past her, trying not to let her notice the erection he was beginning to get, he suddenly felt her warm, damp hand on his wrist. When he turned Leni was already pressing against him. His arms instinctively circled around her waist to catch her. He could feel her heat, smell her. She was like a gentle, blonde fire crackling against his chest. The young man pulled himself away with some difficulty to look into her eyes, but she just smirked before giving him a shy smile, tucking her chin against her chest so she could hide her face from him like she did whenever she felt bashful. When he tried to lean in and get a better look at her she laughed quietly, giving him a soft push towards the bathroom and turning away demurely.
>The electricity ran through his veins again, almost cooking his brain nearly all the way through this time, but he gave one last struggle against his instincts and stopped himself from taking Leni to bed once again right then and there. The young man gave a hard gulp before looking away from his minx of a sister and regretfully shutting the bathroom door behind him.
>He supposed it didn't matter now if Leni had used all the hot water. He was going to need it as cold as he could get it.
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