One Sweet Kiss

>Another day, another series of tremors as the Loud siblings go about their weekend morning, the combined footfalls of the ten walking children registering at around 3.0 if recorded on a richter scale (which was, thanks to Lisa).
>As his sisters came and went throughout the rooms of the house, concerned with their own hobbies, the lone son of the home strolled into the kitchen, grabbing a glass as he passed the cupboard.
>"When you live in a house with ten siblings, you have to learn how to adjust the chaos of ten different people moving about at their own paces." He opens the fridge, eyeing its contents before extending on his toes to grab the chocolate milk.
>"Especially when they're all under one roof. In these such cases, its imperitive that you keep yourself mellow when you cross paths with someone when they're distracted with their own thing. Otherwise"-
>Before Lincoln can finish, a crash rings out from the adjacent living room, followed by an anguished scream.
>"Hey, watch where you're goin, Leni! These amps cost a fortune!" snarled Luna, her back up against a stack of precariously arranged Fenders.
>"AAAAAA! MY GLASSES! I CANT SEE WITHOUT MY GLASSES!!" cried Leni, on her knees as she held the snapped white frame in her trembling hands.
>"They're sunglasses, Leni. You only needed those for the sun."
>"Oh right. I CANT BE SEEN WITHOUT MY GLASSES!" she resumed.
>"Ugh, cmon, they couldn't had been that important. Its just some cheap plastic you got from the mall."
>"Cheap plastic?!" Leni's developing tears disapear, as she forms a wild look and stood up. "Well I guess if my Chique brand Merdes was just some cheap plastic, your black noisy cubes are just some spray painted pizza boxes or something, huh?!" Bad move Leni.
>Adjusting the topmost amp with one arm before moving, and equiping a 'Imma smack a bitch' look, Luna walks to Leni and grabs her by the collar. "The hell did ya say bout my Fenders, b-" and before she could finish her explative, the younger siblings started to show in response to the comotion.
>"Uh, you DITZ?" she strangled out. A hushed gasp from the youngsters, followed by some oooooing by a decending Luan and Lori was then heard.
>"Otherwise, we lose furniture in the following death matches." Lincoln finishes with a sigh, dipping the carton of milk and pouring some of that sweet brown nectar into his glass til no more flowed.
>'Huh. A Leni on Luna fight is pretty rare.' he thought to himself. 'I gotta see how this plays out before mom or dad break em up!'
>Before he could grab his milk and join in on the eventual betting pool, he was struck on the back of the head by the empty carton.
>"You took all the milk you nerd!" exclaimed Lynn, equipped with a sweatband and panting exhaustably as she had just came back from one of her grueling morning jogs. Hence why the cardboard projectile hadn't floored the boy.
>"What, you'd have left any for me?" deadpanned Lincoln, wanting to protect his quarry.
>"UUUUGh, you suck! I was looking forward to it the rest of the way back home, you know."
>"Should've gotten home earlier then, Lynn. You know its first come first serve with the stuff." As he spoke he folded his arms and began to grin a grin that would make you want to kick the shit in of even the most adorable polar bear cub.
>Seeing his older sister fuming, Lincoln tensed up and closed his eyes as he saw Lynn jerk towards him, the smile still plastered on his face. When he wasn't laid out on the floor like a carpet, he opened his eyes only to see Lynn, face to face with her own smirk.
>"You know what Linc? You're right. I should had gotten here earlier." bemused Lynn as she started to lean towards Lincoln, which he interpreted as a sign of trying to appear bigger. "Thats why its sooo nice of my baby brother to give me his milk on his own~"
>And before Lincoln could even get a "Bwah?" out, Lynn grabbed the sides of his head, dragged and angled it downwards past her face,
>And began to kiss his forehead.
>For a good five seconds she kept her lips parked on Lincolns smooth forehead, detaching from him with a loud
>"Mwwah!"
>Lynn placed a hand on her brother's chin and angled it up, as if to inspect her handywork. And she was pleased with the results.
>Lincolns eyes had stayed wide and completly glazed over, the pupils dilated and clouded over. His earlier smirk had been replaced with a neutral expression, like that of an obedient soldier awaiting orders. A trail of trickling saliva could trace back to Lynn's impact site.
>Lynn chuckled at the sight and shook her head, hands to her sides. "Geez Linc, you always know how to make us all feel better, huh?" Lincoln nodded his head, then went back to his stock stance. Lynn starts to pace around him, adopting a sort of a general gait with her hands behind her back.
>"But sometimes, instead of doing the brotherly thing, like leaving the last bit of chocolate milk for your hard working and amazing older sister," she emphasised, "you decide to torment us with inaction, indifference and snark."she spat. Lincoln's head seemed to dip a bit like a sad puppy. Lynn's smirk widened.
>"Luckily for you, my dear benchwarmer, I'm in a forgiving mood right now, so just give me your glass of milk, and-" as soon as she says glass Lincoln grabs his former quarry and presents it in front of his sister, stopping her with a start and angling his head, looking at her with an expectant look.
>"O-oh. Thanks." she said, her smirk wiped away from the sudden action. It returns when she downs the contents in one long swig.
>"Ahhh, thats goood cow juice~" she exhales, licking her lips. Placing the glass back on the counter, she faces Lincoln.
>"Now was that so hard, Linc?" he responds with a shake of his head, eliciting a giggle from the short sportster. When she's done, a blush is seen to start forming on her cheeks.
>"A-alright, nerd, time to wake you up. You're not gonna remember any of this," gesturing to her lips and his forehead, "ok?" another shake of Lincoln's head, filling the teen with a bit of confidence for the next part as she once again grabs the sides of the boy's face.
>"Good." and with that, she quickly pecks the boy's lips with her own. Afterwards, she briskly walks past him and heads for the living room.
>It takes a second for Lincoln to come to. A quick shake of his head wakes him up, and he scans his environment as if to learn some secret of the past couple minutes. It takes way to long for him to blink.
>"What... happened?" he asked the air, seemingly expecting a response. He eyes the carton and glass, also to see if it would jog his memory, but nothing comes. With a shrug, he discards the milk carton in the recycle bag and puts the glass in the sink, then goes to the living room, finally remembering the bloodbath going on in the living room.
>Sadly the fight had been broken up already by the Loud matriarch, who lorded over eight of Lincoln's sisters as they sat on and around the couch, with Luna and Leni looking worse for wear, their battle damage bare on their clothes and... missing clumps of hair on Luna. Ouch. Lynn stood off to the side near the kitchen door, where Lincoln took his place.
>"... most of all I'm just disapointed in all of you, that you'd just let your sisters tear each other apart." Sounds like the two had avoided the punishment lecture, the older sisters looking off to the side while the twins looked as if they were about to cry. Though it looked like they would be roped into the punishment.
>"Everyone is grounded for rest of the weekend, and for Luna and Leni, its extended to two weeks." A concophany of 'awwws' and 'come ons' erupted, a sentiment non verbally shared by Lincoln. 'I didn't even get to see anything!' he fumed in his mind. Suddenly, Lynn spoke up.
>"Wait, that isn't fair to me n Linc! We were in the kitchen the whole time!" she exclaimed. Their mother scoffed, responding with "Oh really? And how do I know that the two of you didn't also egg them on?" Rita was firm but fair in her punishments. If they really didn't egg on the fight then they didn't need to do the time.
>"I was out for a jog the entire morning. I just got back!" Lynn said. Rita brought a fist to her chin and started stroking her awesome imaginary beard in thought. "Hmmm that sounds right. But why was Lincoln in the kitchen?" she asked.
>Lynn started to stammer a bit, which would had elicited a chuckle from Lincoln if his weekend of video games wasn't on the line. Why was he in the kitchen again? Then it clicked: he remembered what happened in the kitchen!
>"Oh! Lynn asked me yesterday to save some chocolate milk for her after her run this morning. I was in the kitchen making sure no one had gotten to it." Lincoln said with an easy confidence. "After that we just shot the breeze with some stuff about what she saw on the run and what our plans were today."
>Everyone, Lynn included, stared at Lincoln wide eyed for a few seconds, though it seemed like a good minute had passed before their mother chimed in, looking towards the two gladiators as she spoke. "Well, that is really sweet of you Lincoln! This is the kind of thing I want to see between all of you. Now everyone else go to your rooms."
>With a groan the couch squatters started to shuffle towards the stairs. Rita pinched Lincolns cheek and gave a hug to him and Lynn before heading to her own room. As she walked down the hall Lynn turned to Lincoln.
>"Nice save there Linc," she said, lightly tapping her fist against her brother's shoulder. "Thought I was gonna have to rely on push ups alone to stay active this weekend."
>"What can I say, you gotta be mellow about things." he said with a smile. "And sorry about the chocolate milk." Lynn cocked her head to the side.
>"Whattya mean?" she asked, as Lincoln gripped the back of his head. "I told you I would save you some but still drank a bit myself. Sorry." Lynn just further cocked her head. "I don't really remember any of that Linc." Lincoln started up the steps, turning his head back to look at Lynn.
>"Yea well, I got the taste of chocolate on my lips that says otherwise, sis, so I don't know where else I could had gotten it from. See you around!" he said, and walked toward his room to gather some comics for the now empty living room.
>Lynn just stood there, watching as Lincoln turned the corner, wide eyed and mouth slightly open. She started to sweat more than how much she sweat while on her jog. She then felt a presence pop in from nowhere behind her.
>"Did you really use that thing Lori showed us to put Lincoln into a trance so you could get some chocolate milk?" asked Lucy.