Loud House - Castaway

Loud House – Castaway

Day 0: Part 1

	Ever notice how it’s either way too hot or way too cold? That’s what Lincoln Loud was thinking about as he hopped into the shower. Turning the knob almost all the way to “cold”, he pondered how an oddly chilly May turned into a scorching June in just two days. Despite the heat, Lincoln was looking forward to Summer Break. The ice cream truck makes its long awaited return to the neighborhood. The random occurrences of fireworks blooming in the night sky. All the video game binges, the pool, late nights. He and Clyde were finally going to go to the comic convention together. To top it all off, the whole family was going to take a flight out west for the beach. Only three more weeks of school, and then the world was his oyster.

Caught up in all the daydreaming, Lincoln didn’t hear the bathroom door opening. By the time he heard the sink being turned on, it was too late. Hot water rushed down to Lincoln’s back.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” he yelped.

“Hahahahahaha, sorry Lincoln,” said a raspy voice, “I didn’t know you were in there, dude.” An obvious lie.

“Lynn, you could hear the shower perfectly. Do you mind?” Lincoln complained from the other side of the curtain.

“Sorry, but I had to get ready, I’m almost late.” Lynn explained.

	Today is Saturday, at around eight am. Knowing that eight-thirty is the time when the beasts awaken and fight over the bathroom, Lincoln made the preemptive to get his business done first. But he had forgotten that Saturdays are Lynn’s morning soccer practices. The season is about to be in full swing, and she’s aiming for yet another 1st place trophy for her collection. Sometimes Lincoln wishes he had the drive to accomplish such goa- FLUSSSSHHHH.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Lincoln yelped again as more hot water scolded him. Lynn had flushed the toilet on him.

“Hahahahahahahaha!” Lynn bursts out. Getting annoyed, Lincoln peeked his head through the curtain to express his anger, only to be greeted by Lynn bent over, pants down, mooning him through her jock strap. In shock, Lincoln retreats back into the shower blushing in embarrassment. Suddenly he felt two jabs on his shoulder through the curtain.

“Two for friendship, haha!” Lynn yelled. “I’ll catch ya later, Lincoln.” Lynn closed the door behind her, and went out to do her weekly routine.

Lincoln turned off the water, wrapped his towel across his waist, and power walked back to his room. He quickly dried off, but he couldn’t keep his mind off of what just happened. How could she so nonchalantly show off her butt to him? The more he tried to not think about it, the more he failed to not think about it. Soon enough, his penis became erect. Best left un-ignored, Lincoln let out a sigh and went to tend to it. Stroking his member frantically, his mind focused on the bubble butt of Lynn. It was amazing how someone who is as athletic as her to still have junk in the trunk. The thought of just touching it made him climax without warning, clenching his teeth in pleasure. Letting out a deep breath, Lincoln had realized what he had just done.

‘H-how could I do that so willingly?’ Lincoln instantly thought. ‘She’s my sister… and I… oh lord.”

	Trying to forget what he did, he reached over to the box of tissue and what a surprise, it was empty. Annoyed, Lincoln slipped on his sweatpants (with one hand), and exited his room to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, he immediately heard the sound of arguing. Lincoln looked at the clock. Eight-thirty-two. The beasts were in full swing. Arguing over who gets to brush their teeth first, arguing who gets to use the face cream first, arguing over arguing too much, Lincoln couldn’t stand it. He decided to go to the kitchen to dispose of the little Lincs. Before he could make it to the stairs, he was greeted by his older sister Luna, still in her raggedy long shirt.

“‘Ello, luv,” Luna mumbled in her “British accent” half asleep. She must have been late to the bathroom party (from being at another late party down the road last night). Her breath smelt like beer, and she looked like she was having a headache (one of these days, dad is going to catch her).

“H-hi Luna,” Lincoln said impatiently. “I’m gonna head downstairs now.”

“Yaaaaaawn, sure thing luv,” She nodded. “I’ll see you ina… hey, you want a handshake?”

Lincoln looked down to see his right arm half extended. His hand was covered in his goo. He immediately pulls it back. “A-ah, no I’m fine. Igottagonowbye.” Lincoln rushed downstairs.

“Bloody ‘ell?” Luna asked in disbelief, before forgetting what happened and went to join the others in the bathroom.

	After washing his hands, Lincoln was about to resume questioning his actions when he hears the doorbell ring. Lincoln approaches the door and opens it to see Clyde at the other side.

“What’s up Lincoln?” Clyde greeted. “You ready to play the new Road Brawler 32 ½ Turbo Beta Edition?”

Lincoln forgot all about their game day in all the commotion, but he welcomed him in.