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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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“And no one can explain how a walnut tree, from a supposedly extinct strain, came to be completely blocking the exit and trapping movie goers inside,” the news anchor reported.

Lisa took off her glasses and pinched her nose. “I do not have the words to describe how mind bogglingly stupid they are. Mini black-“

“Tests complete,” the AI announced, interrupting whatever she’d been about to say.

“And how far out of calibration were my scanners?” Lisa asked, glad for the distraction.

“Test scans using known samples came back one hundred percent accurate, all scanners are working within acceptable parameters,” the AI replied.

Lisa contemplated that for a moment. “Normally this is where the scientist is supposed to scoff and say it’s impossible, however I am smart enough to know that it is entirely possible, just improbably. How many times did you recheck the results?”

“Five times,” the AI replied.

“Neither Dad nor Mom display such characteristics and Leni’s great strength has little to do with tissue density, so there must be something different about Lincoln.”

“Gene scan?” the AI suggested.

Lisa nodded. “And brew up some coffee, this is going to be an all nighter.”

“But the Senator while insisting he was not intoxicated could not explain his nudity,” the news reported as Lisa turned it off.

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Lincoln took an early lead as Lynn hadn’t realized they were racing until he took off like a bat out of hell, calling back, “Race ya!” over his shoulder.

Always up for a challenge, Lynn quickly caught up, but despite superior skills and a better bike, she couldn’t pass him, he was just too quick.

Lynn wasn’t one to give up however, she dug down hard and forced herself to pull up alongside him. She glanced to the side and saw that Lincoln wasn’t even straining to keep up the pace.

Lincoln grinned until he noticed how much effort Lynn was putting out and slowed, allowing her to slow down as well. “Are you ok?”

Lynn slowed to a stop, sweat beading on her forehead and panting for breath. “Been bit by a radioactive spider?” she guessed.

“Nope, just the Loud male’s version of puberty,” he assured her. “Lisa gave me a clean bill of health.”

“Damn,” she said, impressed, “looks like I’m going to have to up my game.” The look she gave him, her eyes running up and down his body, made Lincoln blush and adjust his shorts.

“Wanna walk our bikes?” he asked.

“I can still ride,” Lynn assured him, having already recovered. “You haven’t ridden me into the ground… yet.”

Lincoln grinned. “Actually I just wanted to walk with you for a bit.”

“Love to,” Lynn agreed, thinking it sounded romantic, not that she would admit to liking that sort of thing of course.

“We can leave our bikes down here,” Lincoln said, gesturing to a partially hidden side road, the Ivy covering half the road and leaving a thin lane free up the middle with a chain stretched across the road at waist height, a No Trespassing sign hanging from it.

The pair ducked underneath the chain and laid their bikes in the ivy behind a large oak and used the ivy to cover them.

“Hold up,” Lynn said, “this is where you wanted to hide the road, right?”

“And parts further up to make it harder for anyone to get through,” Lincoln agreed.

Lynn took off her backpack and opened it up, revealing a four gallon tank with a spray attached to it by a hose. “I can tag the areas with Lisa’s growth spray while we walk.”

“No wonder you had a hard time keeping up with me,” Lincoln said. “All that’s in my backpack is whatever Lucy packed for us.”

A pair of bellies rumbled.

“How about we eat while we walk?” Lynn suggested, spraying the Ivy that half covered the road.

“Works for me,” Lincoln agreed, putting his backpack on backwards and opening it up. “Looks like Lucy gave us… a lot of fruit and some vegetables.”

“Excellent,” Lynn said, holding out a hand.

Lincoln pulled out an orange and peeled it before handing it to her. He pulled out an apple for himself.

“This is nice,” Lynn said, before spitting some orange seeds to the side and spritzing that side of the road. “It’s so quiet, like we’re the only two people in the world.”

“It’s the end of the world as we know it,” Lincoln sang, making Lynn laugh.

“And I feel fine,” she joined in.

Lincoln’s hand reached for Lynn’s and the swung their joined hands as they sang, pausing to spin around so Lynn could spray the other side of the road where needed.

It didn’t seem to take any time at all for them to reach the top of the hill where the hospital was.

Lynn cocked an ear as she heard a giggle.

As they rounded the corner they found Ronnie Anne giggling as Clyde whispered something in her ear.

“Lincoln!” the pair yelled, blushing and looking guilty.

Lincoln laughed, causing Lynn to give him a strange look while she tried to decide whether to get annoyed on his behalf or not.

“I told Clyde to go for it when he was worried about the bro-code,” Lincoln explained. “I’m not the jealous type even if there was something to be jealous of. Plus Ronnie and Clyde sounds like a kick ass couple’s name.”

Lynn snickered.

“That does sound cool,” Clyde admitted.

“It does,” Ronnie Anne agreed with a small smile, a little upset that Lincoln wasn’t jealous but mainly relieved.

“So, if we’re all done with the angst… Wanna see me do my Spiderman impression?” Lincoln asked.

“Did you find out if one of Lisa’s radioactive spiders got loose?” Clyde asked.

“I don’t think she has any of those,” Lincoln said, “but I had her check me out and she said I’m fine, Loud males just develop a bit different from the norm.”

“Lucky,” Clyde said enviously.

“Spiderman?” Ronnie Anne asked.

“Watch this,” Lincoln said, leading them to the drain pipe he’d used to climb up the last time.

“Are you-“ Lynn began when Lincoln leapt nearly twelve feet in the air and climbed the pipe onto the roof in just a few seconds while everyone stared in shock.

“Come on, he’ll open the door over here,” Clyde said, pointing to a side door, partially obscured by some bushes.

“That was unreal,” Ronnie Anne said, pinching her arm to make sure she was awake.

“Yeah,” Lynn agreed, stunned.

“And I thought the first time he did that was impressive,” Clyde said. “It’ll take him a couple of minutes to get down here.”

“Have you checked how much he can bench?” Ronnie Anne asked Lynn, knowing she was the one who kept Lincoln from getting completely out of shape.

“Not lately, but I’m going to guess… all the weights,” Lynn said with a grin before the two shared a laugh.

The side door screeched open, revealing a brightly lit hallway.

“Come on in, bring the bikes,” he told them.

“Yeah, don’t want to leave any sign that someone actually got in,” Clyde agreed.

Once they’d brought their bikes in, Lynn shut the door.

“I can’t believe you two dorks found a way in,” Ronnie Anne said, amazed as she looked around the dusty hall.

“We are men of many talents,” Clyde said with a smirk.

Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes while Lynn laughed.

“I was thinking me and Ronnie Anne could go check out the fifth floor,” Clyde told Lincoln a little nervously.

“Me and Lynn were going to check out the physical therapy department,” Lincoln said. “Call my cell if you need anything.”

“Ditto, Bro,” Clyde said relieved, taking Ronnie Anne’s hand, with a spring in his step.

“So what’s on the fifth floor?” Lynn asked, grabbing Lincoln’s hand and letting him lead her.

“Private rooms,” Lincoln replied. “We each claimed one and cleaned it up. Had to move stuff around to get it perfect because they are all set up different.”

“And what’s in the physical therapy section?” Lynn asked.

“Aquatic therapy devices,” Lincoln said with a smirk as they passed a waiting room that had been stripped bare of furnishings with the exception of a single end table that had a huge stack of outdated magazines on it.

“And those are?” Lynn asked.

Lincoln turned to her and smirked. “Hot tubs,” he replied.

“Hot tubs!” Lynn squealed excitedly.

“Know what I’ve always wanted to do in a hot tub?” she purred.

“Wh-what?” Lincoln asked, excitement making him stutter.

“Relax,” Lynn said flatly. “The one thing we’ve never gotten to do any time we’ve even been near one is relax.”

“Yeah,” Lincoln said thoughtfully, pushing down his disappointment. “That would be awesome.”

“Relax now, scream later?” Lynn suggested with a smirk.

“Deal,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her, his hands massaging her ass in revenge for her little prank.

Once they came up for air, Lynn said, “Then again, we can alternate a little…”

“Also good,” Lincoln agreed, lacing his fingers through hers and leading her into a room filled with exercise equipment.

“Whoa!” she said, impressed.

Lincoln almost had to drag her out of the room as she got distracted by all the specialized equipment.

“I can’t believe they left all this stuff,” Lynn said.

“I’m guessing the new place wasn’t going to have a physical therapy section,” Lincoln said. “Tada!”

“Tada?” she turned and looked at the room they were in. It had a couple of large silver tubs on wheels, several taller ones with white plastic sides and a waist high door on them, but the really interesting tub she spotted was a black, inground hot tub that could sit at least five adults comfortably.

“That is not a therapy tub for old folks,” Lynn noted.

“No, I believe that was for the Doctors and Nurses,” Lincoln replied as he went to the wall and started turning some knobs.

Water started filling the tub as the Louds took off their backpacks and quickly stripped down.

“This place is awesome,” Lynn told Lincoln, leaning in for a kiss.

Lincoln pulled her tightly against himself, almost instantly becoming hard.

“I really do it for you, don’t I?” Lynn asked, a happy smile on her face.

“Was there ever any doubt?” he asked, as she wrapped her legs around him and he slowly sheathed himself inside her.

“I’m a girl, I think we’re programmed to feel doubt,” Lynn said with a moan, sliding her arms around him.

Lincoln lifted her up a few inches and let her drop back down with a hiss of indrawn breath. “You should be able to feel exactly how attractive I find you,” he said, lifting and dropping her again.

Lynn buried her face in the side of his neck, sucking on the skin as he bounced her against him without a trace of effort. “You aren’t even sweating,” Lynn accused between moans, the way Lincoln was manhandling her curling her toes.

“I could do this all day,” Lincoln swore, thrusting up to meet each bounce, enjoying the feel of control as he sped up.

Lynn bit his shoulder as she suddenly came, legs tightening as she ground herself against him, her moaning muffled by his flesh.

Lincoln groaned as she shuddered, stopping him well short of his own orgasm, a bit disappointed they hadn’t come at the same time again.

“Hot tub's filled,” Lynn noted absently before kissing Lincoln hard on the mouth and squeezing him like she never wanted to move from her current position.

As Lynn slowly released his lips, Lincoln opened his mouth to say something and both their stomachs growled.

“Maybe a small food break is in order,” Lincoln said, hunger displacing his lust for the moment.

“We have any left?” Lynn asked, still making no move to dismount him.

“Plenty,” Lincoln said. “Lucy packed a lot of fruit. I think she just dumped everything she could find in my backpack.”

Lynn smirked. “I know why she’s so eager to please,” she teased.

“Yeah, she isn’t subtle,” Lincoln agreed.

“About time she learned that the only way you get what you want is by being direct,” Lynn said, laying her head on Lincoln’s shoulder and just enjoying the feel of having him inside her.

“Are you going to get off anytime soon?” Lincoln asked with a smile, clearly enjoying the closeness and in no hurry himself.

“Well… I suppose we have to keep the hot tub from overflowing and eat something…” she admitted with a pout.

Lincoln laughed and lifted her off, her disappointed sigh made him blush a little. He knew she loved him, but little signs of affection still made him blush.

Lynn put down her legs and let go of him, walking over to turn off the water to the hot tub while Lincoln picked up his backpack.

“Bananas, grapes… a can of tuna? No can opener though,” her noted.

“I’ll take a banana or two,” Lynn said as Lincoln grabbed himself a handful of grapes.

The food vanishes in seconds and the pair also devoured an apple and two plums before they were satisfied.

“Is it just me or does sex make you really hungry?” Lynn asked.

“I have been eating a lot more lately,” Lincoln noted.

“With the way it burns calories it must be one hell of a workout,” Lynn said as they approached the hot tub.

As they got in the water they both hissed at the cold. Lincoln saw the controls, flipped on the heat, and turned on the jets.

“Ah,” Lynn said with a blissful smile, snuggling into his side.

“Just wait until it warms up,” Lincoln said while jets of cold water massaged his back.

“The only way this could be better is if we had a TV with ESPN on,” Lynn said.

“International sports,” Lincoln said. “I like when they show all the different sports from around the world.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, watching the water swirl and bubble in the tub as it slowly heated up. “Hey!”

“What?” Lincoln asked.

“You’re still hard!” she accused. At his amused expression she groaned. “You didn’t cum and I was too selfish to realize it.”

Lincoln laughed, finding her embarrassment more amusing than anything else. “Sis, I love you, but you are way too focused on winning all the time. I was enjoying ‘sparring’ with you, and got distracted by my stomach, that’s all,” he twisted the truth a little.

Lynn considered that. “But won’t you get blue balls?” She’d heard rumors about that being really painful.

“I think that takes a lot of teasing, like an hour or more with no relief,” Lincoln said. “Also, I think it’s different for every guy. At least none of the stories I’ve heard around the locker room have been the same unless they came from the same guy.”

“You ever had them?” Lynn asked curiously.

“I don’t think so,” Lincoln said. “I’ve had my penis get sore from being hard for too long, but not my balls. Had them ache a few times for no reason, but Dad said that was normal, a form of growing pains.”

Lynn slid a hand beneath the water to cup his balls. “But a little teasing is still fine?”

Lincoln cupped her breast, lightly pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Oh, it’s more than fine,” he agreed, grinning evilly.

Lynn bit her lip, caught by surprise for a moment. “You have a plan, don’t you?”

“Me?” Lincoln said innocently, before massaging her breast.

“An evil plan,” she added, licking her lips, “though a fun one.”

“Possibly,” he agreed, sliding his other hand across her thigh.

Lynn slid out of his grip and under the water, surprising Lincoln who had never seen her retreat from a situation before. A second later her teeth scraped lightly across the head of his penis and he realized what she was up to.

He let his head fall back and closed his eyes as he concentrated on the feel of Lynn’s mouth as she tried to suck him off. The water was cool enough that the heat from her mouth provided a striking contrast as she slowly bobbed her head. Lincoln moaned out loud as Lynn held herself under the water with one hand anchored to his thigh and used the other to stroke him.

Lincoln had no idea how Lynn was reading his responses underwater, but she had his number as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock then swallowed half of him in an instant, before pulling back and doing it all over again, and again.

His moans echoed around the room as he felt his thighs tighten and he exploded in her mouth. Lynn swallowed as fast as she could, which wasn’t all that easy as she was underwater and already short on air, but lasting just long enough to catch Lincoln’s last barrage.

Lynn surfaced, gasping but with a huge grin on her face as she caught her breath.

“Damn,” Lincoln said, slumping bonelessly in the water, “I can’t believe you did that in one breath.”

Lynn wiped off her face with her hand and brushed her hair back before sliding next to him once more. “I’d try and pretend to be modest about it, but I’ll admit that was damn impressive,” she agreed.

“And here I thought I was supposed to be the one interested in where I could stick my tongue,” he joked, as he cuddled into her side.

“You expected me to leave you hanging after you lifted me up in these big strong arms and made love to me without even a wall to lean against?” She grinned.

“You really do like seeing me flex,” he teased, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips.

Steam began to rise from the water as the two relaxed and enjoyed the peace and quiet together, knowing they wouldn’t be interrupted for hours.

*She gave me the Queen!*

Lincoln picked up his phone. “Hey Clyde, what’s what?” Lincoln listened for a minute. “Sure, we’re enjoying the hot tub down in the physical therapy section… Ok, see you soon.” Lincoln hung up the phone and set it down.

“What’d he want?” Lynn asked.

“He wanted to know where we were so he and Ronnie Anne could meet up with us,” he replied.

“That’s nice,” Lynn said lazily.

A couple of minutes later Clyde and Ronnie Anne entered the aquatic therapy room.

“I can’t believe they left so much stuff here,” Ronnie Anne said.

“Hey Lincoln,” Clyde called out as they approached. “I should’ve thought to bring some swim suits too so we could join you.”

“I don’t think they’re wearing swim suits,” Ronnie Anne said, shocked.

“Why bother?” Lincoln asked. “We’re the only ones here.”

“You just have to have the balls to go for it,” Lynn agreed.

Ronnie Anne and Clyde exchanged glances. Seeing that Ronnie Anne was feeling challenged, Clyde started stripping, knowing that much like Lynn, Ronnie Anne couldn’t let a challenge go. Ronnie Anne meanwhile was surprised at Clyde’s actions and wasn’t about to be the only one to chicken out.

Ronnie and Clyde slid into the water with almost identical hisses of indrawn breath at the heat.

“Nice, huh?” Lynn said, completely relaxed.

“Yeah,” Clyde said, putting an arm around Ronnie Anne, both of them blushing and hoping no one noticed.

“I am so glad you talked my mom into letting me come visit,” Ronnie Anne said.

“Next time I’ll see if I can spend the weekend at your place,” Clyde said.

Ronnie Anne smiled and shyly slid her arm around Clyde.

“Are you sure Lisa didn’t experiment on you and just not tell you?” Clyde asked Lincoln, as he eyed his best friends new muscles and tried to avoid staring at the girls.

“No, she was as surprised as me,” Lincoln said. “She said all my differences were too… smoothed by evolution to be anything but long running family traits.”

“I’ve never seen your Dad jump twice his own height,” Clyde said.

“And Pop-pop isn’t exactly Captain America either,” Lynn added.

“Well, if Lisa didn’t do it I don’t know who else could,” Clyde said.

“Maybe future Lisa came back in time and did it to cure you of cancer or something,” Ronnie Anne suggested. As everyone turned to look at her, she said, “Can you seriously not see Lisa doing that?”

“She’s got a point,” Lincoln said. “I could easily see Lisa from the future messing with time to save my life.”

“Or for some other reason we can’t guess at,” Clyde added.

“Wanna see how much you can bench?” Lynn asked Lincoln.

“Bench?” Lincoln asked.

“You were already on the roof when I asked about that,” Ronnie Anne realized.

“We wanna see how strong you are,” Lynn said, giving him a squeeze.

“Give me another ten minutes,” Lincoln said, still too relaxed to get out of the tub.

“Make it half an hour, we just got in,” Clyde said.

“Sounds good,” Lincoln agreed. “So Ronnie, what’s been going on with you and Bobbie lately?”

Ronnie grinned. “Well since Louis’ been in college, Bobbie has really started hitting the books…”

Half an hour later…

“…and though I’m not positive, Lori seems really intent on keeping Leni within arm’s reach. I think she just can’t see her life without Leni around,” Lincoln finished.

“That explains why she’s been introducing her to all my cousins,” Ronnie Anne said.

“Family is the most important thing,” Clyde said.

“Without a doubt,” Lynn said, hiding a grin. “Now, let’s go try out the exercise machines!” She stood up and climbed out of the tub without a trace of modesty, Lincoln following.

“Clothes?” Clyde asked, trying not to stare at anyone.

“Let’s air dry first so we don’t get them wet,” Lincoln said.

Clyde exchanged glances with Ronnie Anne and, misreading each other once again, got out to follow the pair into the physical therapy room.

“How much do you think we should start out at?” Lincoln asked.

“Two hundred,” Lynn suggested.

“You really think I can bench two hundred?” Lincoln asked.

“Easily,” Lynn assured him. “I weigh a little less than half that and you have no problem picking me up,” she teased, before remembering Clyde and Ronnie were with them and toned it down.

“Ok, we’ll start at two hundred and work our way up,” he agreed.

Finding a weight bench was easy, even if it was better padded than the usual bench and had some type of safety device that connected the middle of the bar to the ceiling so it would not drop down far enough to harm the person if they suddenly lost their grip.

“You’re really starting at two hundred?” Clyde asked, doing his best not to stare at his naked friends, a problem Ronnie Anne was having as well.

“Best to start off light,” Lynn agreed cheerfully as they loaded the weights on.

“I’m ready,” Lincoln said, sliding on to the bench.

Lynn moved to spot him, suddenly wishing it was just the two of them there as she was practically straddling his head.

Lincoln felt sweat bead on his forehead as he benched two hundred pounds with just one thought in his head, ‘Don’t get hard! Don’t get hard!’”

Lynn of course couldn’t resist teasing him, widening her stance a little as she held onto the bar so he had no choice but to star up at her moist pink folds, slightly parted less than a foot from his head. “How you doing there?” she asked as innocently as she could.

“Doing fine,” he replied, feeling himself slowly stiffen despite his best efforts. “In fact, why don’t you give it a shot?”

Lynn moved back as the bar was set back in position. “I’ve never benched two hundred,” she admitted.

“Well now’s your chance,” Lincoln said, giving her a smirk as he walked behind the bench, not fully hard, but enough to notice.

Lynn laid down on the bench and got ready, unsure of what Lincoln had planned and also unsure if she could bench two hundred. Putting her hands on the bar, she watched him move into position above her and was glad she didn’t have to worry about showing obvious signs of arousal like he did.

“Holy crap!” Ronnie Anne exclaimed as Lynn easily benched two hundred and then did it again with just one arm.

“Are we sure this is right?” Lynn asked. “It’s way too light.”

“The weight did seem awful light when I put them on,” Lincoln said, “but they are labeled.” He took off a twenty five pound weight and handed it to Clyde who almost overbalanced himself.

“That’s twenty five pounds alright,” Clyde assured him, handing it back with both hands so he wouldn’t drop it.

Lincoln handed the metal disc to Lynn who started playing with it like a Frisbee, spinning it on one finger.

“Future Lisa got you too,” Ronnie Anne guessed.

“I guess so,” Lynn said with a grin, clearly pleased.

“What time is it?” Lincoln asked. “I gotta get back early to make dinner tonight.”

“Isn’t it Luan’s turn… oh yeah,” Lynn said with a sigh.

“Ronnie Anne, it’s good to see you again,” Lincoln said giving her a hug, completely forgetting their state of dress. “Next time you come to visit let me know. Clyde, later Bro!” Lincoln touched fists with him, before going to get their stuff.

“You guys do make an adorable couple,” Lynn told them, giving Clyde a hug and a fist bump for Ronnie Anne. “Later!”

The two Louds were dressed and gone in under a minute.

As they stepped out into the parking lot, Lynn had to ask, “What were you planning to do on the bench?”

“I was going to tea bag you,” Lincoln admitted with a grin, making her laugh. “I was still working out how to distract them so they wouldn’t notice when you showed off your new strength.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get wood when I was crouching above you,” she admitted.

“Tell me about it,” Lincoln said. “You were so close I was tempted to stick out my tongue.”

“Now that would have given the game away,” Lynn said with a smirk as they started down the road, noticing that the vegetation was noticeably thicker.

“Nah, we’re much too slick for that,” Lincoln said confidently, taking her hand.

“Damn straight,” she agreed with a huge grin.

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“Do you think they’re…” Ronnie Anne trailed off.

“You see the size of the wet spot Lynn left on the bench?” Clyde replied.

“Yeah,” Ronnie Anne said, satisfied she hadn’t been imagining things and not really as surprised as she expected. Noticing Clyde’s ‘condition,’ she had to ask, “Is that from her or from me?”

“I think the more important question is, who is it for?” Clyde said, trying to give her a suave look over the top of his glasses that she found both dorky and irresistible.

“Smooth,” she said, blushing slightly.

“Damn straight,” he said proudly.

“Hot tub,” she ordered him, “we got at least another two hours before we have to go.”

“Yes Ma’am!”
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