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Grow, Adapt, Overcome.	By : DebbieCync Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53056 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“Man, it’s nice out here,” Lynn said. “It’s like we’re the only people in the world.”

The pair walked in the thin strip of pavement that wasn’t covered in ivy, listening to the tweeting of the birds and the chittering of the squirrels.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Lincoln agreed, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Look, an orange tree,” she said in surprise as a small tree was growing on the side of the road that hadn’t been there the last time they’d passed by.

“Must be where you spit out those orange seeds,” Lincoln said. “Man, Lisa’s plant growth formula is no joke.”

“Ya got that right,” Lynn agreed. “Any idea what you’re going to make for dinner?”

“Goolash,” he replied. “It’s basically Mac and cheese spaghetti so everyone will like it. I’ll toss in some corn and that’ll count as making sure everyone eats their veggies too.”

“Cool,” Lynn said cheerfully.

“It’s a lot easier to cook for just eight people,” he said.

They both sighed as they reached their bikes.

“We will be doing this again,” Lynn said firmly.

“Definitely,” Lincoln agreed. “Heck, with the right excuse… we could stay overnight.”

Lynn beamed. “That sounds awesome!”

It took a minute to get their bikes out from under all the ivy and once they were mounted up Lynn turned to Lincoln and said, “Race ya,” before pedaling for all she was worth.

Lincoln laughed and chased after her, but Lynn managed to keep her lead as the two outpaced the local traffic and reached home in what seemed like no time at all.

Lynn skidded to a stop and collapsed on the lawn with a huge smile on her face, panting for breath. “I won,” she gasped out.

Lincoln dropped next to her and gave her a thumbs up while waiting for his own breathing to calm down. “I need a quick rinse in the shower, then I can start on dinner,” he said.

“I’ll… lay here for a few more minutes,” Lynn said tiredly.

“Ok, but shower before dinner,” he ordered, “you’ve worked up one heck of a sweat.”

“Worth it,” she replied with a smirk.

Lincoln chuckled as he entered the house finding a sleepy looking Luna on the couch obviously having just gotten up.

“Hey Linc, when’s dinner?” she asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“I’ll start on it once I shower,” Lincoln promised.

“Cool,” Luna said, leaning back on the couch, her purple flannel pajamas a bit tight in the chest and hips, the edges frayed from use. She closed her eyes and seemed to fall back asleep.

Lincoln talked to the audience as he walked, “Luna has been working her fingers to the bone this summer, she and her band are headlining the local summer music festival, so she’s gone all night and sleeps most of the day. It’d be nice if she was around more, but we all know how much this means to her.”

He stopped by his room to grab a change of clothes and dropped off his backpack before showering. Lola poked her head out of her room as he passed.

“Lincoln, my favorite brother, how about a fashion show?” she asked hopefully.

“Sorry Lola, I am in desperate need of a shower and then I have to get dinner ready,” he told her.

“Say no more,” Lola said, “I’m not about to get in the way of someone else’s hygiene regimen. We’ll just have to do it after dinner.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, giving her a smile, glad she was being so reasonable.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked as he entered the bathroom.

“Goolash,” he replied before closing the door. Stripping down, he tossed his dirty clothes down through the hole in the floor and into the laundry basket below it. It only took a minute for the water to heat up enough to steam and he quickly ducked under the spray and sighed.

He shampooed his hair and was just rinsing it out when someone climbed into the shower with him.

“Sorry whoever this is, but I got some crud in my eyes that I gotta wash out pronto!” Lana said urgently.

Lincoln stepped back to give her room, wiping the water from his eyes. “It’s ok,” he assured her as his younger sister stood under the spray, a good quarter of her body covered in a reddish fluid.

“Hey Linc,” Lana said cheerfully,” holding her arms straight out, “can you give me a hand? This stuff sticks and it’s everywhere!”

“Sure,” Lincoln said, soaping up his hands and starting at Lana’s shoulder. She only came up to his chin, but she was already showing signs of developing he noticed, as he moved down to her chest and she let out a contented sigh.

“It feels a lot better when you wash me,” Lana told him.

“It always feels better when someone else is doing it,” he agreed, moving around to her lower back and trying to ignore the part of his brain that was suddenly interested in how his younger sisters were developing. ‘Dang hormones!’

Lana moved back a little and bumped into his growing erection. She turned around and looked down. “That means you like me, right?” she asked hopefully.

“Of course I like you,” Lincoln said. “Why would you think I didn’t like you?”

“Well, we don’t play like we used to,” Lana explained.

“Do you still play with Lilly the way you did a year ago?” Lincoln asked.

“No, she’s older so we can do more now,” Lana replied, wondering why he was asking.

“As you get older, the games you play change,” he explained, soaping up his hands and getting her sides, making her giggle. “We just don’t have a lot of games in common right now and I more than like you, I love you.”

“Thanks bro,” Lana said, hugging him tightly and squashing his erection between them, before moving back so he could continue washing her.

He was pretty sure he’d gotten everything off and was about to stop when she raised one of her legs and put a foot on the edge of the tub. “Don’t forget the rest. I may not wash my hair as often as Lola does, but Mom told me what happens when you don’t clean your cracks.”

“Which is something you do yourself,” Lincoln told her.

“Please,” she begged.

“Ok, fine,” he gave in, never able to resist any of his sisters. He bent over a little, his chin resting on her shoulder, so he could reach that far down without kneeling.

Lana leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his hands. “If all showers were like this, I wouldn’t have a problem taking them,” she said.

Lincoln snickered. His hands moved around to the front to finish up, trying not to make it sexual, when Lana moaned softly and pushed against his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” Lana begged when he tried to move his hand and she covered it with her own.

“Ok,” he said, surprised, he wasn’t aware she would enjoy being fingered at this age, since puberty was at least a couple of years away for her. He gently stroked her, his middle finger barely parting the lips of her sex as he felt the hard little nub of her clit.

“This feels so good!” Lana moaned and pressed herself back against him while pushing her hips forward against his hand.

“I’m glad you like it,” Lincoln said, giving her a hug as he continued stroking her until she pressed hard against his hand and made a little squeaking noise and he found himself having to hold her up.

“Wow, that was so much better than when I do it,” Lana said breathlessly.

“I know what you mean,” Lincoln said with a grin.

Lana spun around and gave him a big hug. “You are so getting my vote for brother of the year!”

Lincoln laughed.

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Lisa noted the events going on in the shower and nodded in approval at Lincoln’s restraint, Lana was neither emotionally nor physically ready for intimacy beyond what had occurred. Whatever physical alterations Lincoln was experiencing, he was still very much himself in mind.

“Status of the DNA scan?” Lisa asked.

“Incomplete,” the AI reported, “the sample is too complex for current scanning methods to completely process.”

“What?” Lisa asked in disbelief.

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“Dinner’s ready,” Lincoln announced, “someone get everyone.” He tried a spoonful and smiled, pleased with how it tasted.

“I’ll get Lisa,” Lana volunteered.

“I’ll get Lulu,” Luna said, dressed for work and ready to go as she was planning on leaving right after dinner.

Lynn let Lucy take the spot next to Lincoln while Lola claimed his other side.

“Lisa says to save her a bowl, she’s in the middle of something important,” Lana reported, taking a seat next to Lola.

“Got it,” Lincoln replied, taking a moment to fill a Tupperware bowl with enough to feed three people for Lisa, before making bowls for everyone else.

“What’s taking Luna so long?” Lynn asked curiously, just before Luna came down the stairs with a frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Lincoln asked, concerned.

“Linc, I need to call in a favor,” Luna said, instantly getting everyone’s attention.

Everyone did favors or asked for favors all the time, telling each other they ‘owed them one,’ but to actually call in a favor was rare and only done in the most urgent circumstances.

“I’m listening,” Lincoln said seriously.

Luna sighed. “I really should take care of this myself,” she admitted.

Lincoln waved it off. “The festival is a huge opportunity for you, don’t worry, we understand. Now, what can I do to help?”

“Thanks, bro,” Luna said, relieved. “Luan hasn’t come out of our room for way too long, in fact she’s getting a bit whiffy. I need you to get her showered, changed, and in some sunlight tomorrow morning. Can you do that for me?”

Lincoln nodded. “I’ve got it. If I have to I’ll wash and dress her myself,” he promised.

“Lucky,” Lana muttered with a grin.

“Thanks,” Luna said, relieved, “that’s a load off my mind.”

“Happy to help,” Lincoln replied. “Heck, if I’d paid closer attention, I’d have done it already. Now, eat.”

“Ok,” Luna said, taking her seat and accepting the bowl of goolash he passed her.

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“Gotta run, you guys be good,” Luna said.

“Or at least be good at it,” Lynn joked, trying to fill in for Luan’s missing presence and getting a laugh.

“Fashion show,” Lola reminded Lincoln. “You told me you’d watch me try out some new outfits.”

“Isn’t the fashion Diva’s ARGGH! crossover special on tonight?” Lana asked, already knowing the answer.

Lincoln and Lola turned to each other. “Raincheck!” they chorused and nodded before rushing for the livingroom.

Lola grabbed the remote and Lincoln got out extra pillows and blankets from the closet for everyone.

“Popcorn,” Lana told Lynn as she opened the cabinet and got out a box of microwave popcorn and some bowls.

“Extra butter on mine,” Lynn said, “and I mean dripping, no salt.”

“On it,” Lana promised.

“Pajamas everyone!” Lynn called out. Everyone turned to look at her, knowing she rarely pulled rank, hating to be in charge. “It’s a two hour special,” she reminded them, “by the time it’s over we’ll be ready for bed.”

“I’m out of things that fit,” Lincoln pointed out.

“Naked it is,” Lana said cheerfully.

Lynn laughed. “Parental rules,” she reminded her.

“Really long T-shirt?” Lana bargained.

“Night shirts are legal,” Lynn agreed.

“I got that one Leni gave me,” Lincoln joked with a grin, recalling her trying to find something to pass down to him and deciding on that because it was her favorite night shirt.

“That works,” Lynn agreed with a smirk, “we’ll make it a night shirt party.” She challenged him with a look.

“As long as the lights are out,” he agreed as the teal night shirt had been washed and stretched so much it was almost transparent and was extremely girly.

“Deal,” Lynn said.

“You’re planning something,” Lucy said suspiciously after Lincoln had left.

“Yep,” Lynn said quietly. “Sit next to Linc on the sofa, wear ‘only’ a night shirt.

“Only?” Lucy whispered in surprise.

“The twins will lay on the floor right in front of the TV. We’ll be the only ones on the couch… in the dark.”

Lynn smirked at how fast Lucy vanished up the stairs to get ready. Flipping off the livingroom lights, she hurried herself.

Five minutes later

“I don’t think the ruffles are really me,” Lincoln joked as he sat in the middle of the sofa, wearing a long teal night shirt with ruffles around the neck and hem.

“It’s starting!” Lola announced from where she and Lana lay on their stomachs, barely a foot from the TV, a large bowl of popcorn between them.

“At least you’ve got the balls to wear it,” Lynn whispered as she threw a blanket over their legs. “Hit record so we can watch it again later,” Lynn told Lola.

“Already done, now quiet!” Lola ordered, turning up the sound.

“Arms,” Lynn whispered to Lucy, leaning in front of Lincoln before pulling his right arm around her.

Lucy followed her example, her face lighting up as Lincoln hugged her to him. Snuggled into Lincoln’s side, she was enjoying Lynn’s plan. She laid her head on his shoulder and inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky scent he seemed to be emitting lately.

Lynn waited for the twins to get engrossed in the show, which only took about five seconds after the title sequence had ended, before making her move. Sliding her right hand under the covers, she grabbed the ruffled hem of his night shirt and slowly pulled it upwards.

Lincoln noticed immediately and glanced down at the twins, but they were completely absorbed in the show, so he relaxed and waited to see where she was taking this. As she tugged it over his waist, he glanced at Lucy, who was quietly watching but didn’t seem surprised… until Lynn pulled the blanket down a little, revealing that Lincoln still didn’t have any underwear to wear.

Lynn grinned as she saw Lucy lick her lips. She had never seen her dour roommate look this excited before. With both of them waiting to see what she’d do next… Lynn reached for her popcorn and had to bite her tongue at the stupefied expression on their faces. She dipped her hand into the bowl and came up empty, much to their confusion until she turned her palm towards them and revealed it was coated in butter. It was everything she could do not to laugh at their matching expressions of sudden understanding.

Lincoln got hard so fast he was surprised it didn’t make a ‘sproing’ noise like a jack in the box, as Lynn’s hand reached down to fondle his shaft.

Lucy scooted down, fascinated by what she’d only read about before in some of her more perverted fanfictions. She could hear Lincoln’s breath catch as Lynn coated his manhood in a thin layer of butter.

Lynn had never stroked a guy off before, but she had heard more than enough locker room talk to know the basics. Experimenting a little, she found that all she needed was a firm grip and smooth strokes to get the response she wanted. Listening to Lincoln moan softly, she watched Lucy’s head sink closer and closer as the dark haired girl stared in fascination. Reaching out with her other hand, she laced her fingers through Lucy’s hair and pushed down until the dark haired girl’s lips were just kissing the tip of Lincoln’s butter covered member.

Licking her lips, Lucy got a taste of butter and precum, making Lincoln whine. With her heart racing in her chest, she deliberately opened her mouth and tried to move down, but Lynn’s grip on her hair prevented it, much to her frustration as she wanted make him moan, she wanted to be the reason he was almost frozen in ecstasy!

Lynn grinned widely as Lucy struggled to reach Lincoln’s manhood, her tongue wrapping around the head and trying and failing to pull it closer, bringing him even closer to orgasm. She stroked him faster, listening to him breathe heavily and as the muscles in his thighs tensed, she pushed Lucy’s head down, forcing Lincoln’s cock into her mouth as he came.

Lucy swallowed eagerly, sucking frantically as she finally reached her goal, the side of Lynn’s hand bouncing off her lips as she gradually slowed to a stop, moving her hand away so Lucy could continue removing all traces of butter from Lincoln’s softening member.

Lynn gently stroked Lucy’s hair. “Good girl,” she said with a grin.

“Wow,” Lincoln said softly as he regained his breath.

Lucy reluctantly sat back up, pleased with the look of dazed satisfaction on his face… And then he kissed her and she felt her heart leap in her chest as his tongue caressed her own.

Lana and Lola snapped their heads forward as they saw Lynn turn their way so they could pretend they hadn’t been watched the scene on the couch.

“Claire’s dress is completely wrong for that environment,” Lola said, acting like they were absorbed in the show. “Seriously, who goes ghost hunting in sequins?”

“Yeah,” Lana agreed, deciding to leave it at that as she knew she couldn’t act like Lola could.

Their eyes darted back to the reflection in the window occasionally to see if their older siblings did anything else interesting while they watched the show. It looked like they’d have something interesting to talk about after they went to bed tonight.

AN: Next chapter: Lucy’s revenge!
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