Discipline - Luan

>It seemed like any other day to her.
>Numerous bananas thrown about.
>Flour and milk covering the majority of the floor
>Refrigerator door wide open.
>A good dozen or so eggs splattered all along the kitchen counter.
>With her chef's hat, apron, and oven mitts still on she grabbed the pie that she had prepared for just the occasion.
>And with a moment's notice she threw it against her own face, laughing happily at her own "joke".
>Wiping the mess off her face and onto the floor she had only then taken notice of how much of the mess was now stuck within her clothes.
>Flour stained her skirt, eggs shells were stuck all in her hair, the warm custard and untold amount of cream could be felt slowly dripping down her chest, and that particularly uncomfortable feeling from a banana somehow finding its way into her underwear.
>It all made her laugh.
>"I thought Lana was supposed to be the messy girl!" she giggled to herself.
>"I guess it's time to make like a banana and split!" she headed toward the doorway satisfied with herself.
>As she approached however, she could hear the low whistling of someone headed this way.


>Lincoln walks into the kitchen, a look of abject horror on his face.
>Luan bumps into him on the way out
>"Hey Linc! Sorry that the kitchen is a bit of a mess, but you know what they say about good comedy! That it can neve-"
>"Are you serious?"
>"Huh?"
>"Are you fucking kidding me? Were you just going to leave your mess out here just so someone else could clean it for you?!"
>"No reason to make a big deal of it, jeez."
>Luan's voice quivered slightly, she wasn't at all used to hearing Lincoln curse out loud like he just had.
>As she attempts to leave the kitchen Lincoln reaches out and grabs Luan by her ponytail, pulling her with a surprising amount of strength.
>Amid Luan's yelp of pain and the sudden feelings of panic, Lincoln forced her onto the floor of the kitchen her face right into the mess she made.
>"Stop! What are you doing?!"
>"I'm going to teach you some proper GODDAMN DECENCY!"


>She was scared. She had never really seen like this before.
>His chest heaving, his breathing heavy, he stamped around the kitchen surveying the level of destruction that Luan had done to the room.
>She pushed herself off the floor and attempted to sneak out as Lincoln busied himself.
>Just as it appeared that she would escape Lincoln charged toward her, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her to the ground.
>As Luan started to cry out for help, hoping someone would come in and see what was occurring, Lincoln raised his hand and gave a powerful slap across her face.
>She stared in completely disbelief at her younger brother, warm tears trailing down her face.
>"I'm NOT dealing with your shit today, got it!?"
>"Linc...Lincoln...why...?" she managed to stutter out between her sobbing.
>He gave no answer.
>He simply walked into the center of the kitchen and pointed out each and every single banana peel, egg, spot of flour, and dirty dish.
>"Clean it all NOW or I swear to god I'll beat you black and blue until you LEARN some respect!"


>"Well? Are you gonna start cleaning or do you prefer looking at me like a retard all day?” Lincoln said as he stood amid the piles of wasted food.
>Slowly she began to take in her surroundings, actually looking at how completely destroyed the room was because of her.
>There was no justifying him being so cruel, but maybe he did have a point?
>"Okay-y. I'll do it. Just don't..."
>Lincoln pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of her.
>It was the pie.
>"Do you plan on just leaving that there? You did put all that time and effort into making it."
>She looked at him, a confused and terrified expression on her face.
>"It's already been wasted. I...used it for a dumb joke."
>"I don't want you wasting good food Luan. Just go ahead and eat it up like you would enjoy any other good pie."
>Was he implying...?
>"W-what are you saying? I can't just...!"
>"Are you fucking stupid? Just eat it off the floor, okay? I don't how hard something like that could be for someone like you."
>He started to walk toward her, a cool almost pleasant look on his face. As he approached he bent down and scooped up a handful of what was left of the pie. The mix of ingredients in between his fingers.
>As he approached her she reeled back, instinctively lifting her arms in front of her face in the event that he tried to land another slap.
>As he stood in front of her he simply reached out his hand, the pie now a gooey mesh in his grasp.
>"Now lick."


>Her eyes widened at his sudden request.
>"Wha...huh?"
>"Come on don't be shy" Lincoln teased as he waved the fistful of pie just in front of her face.
>"B-but I...can't... that's just not right. I can't do that!"
>Lincoln let out a low, irritated sigh. In a swift motion he let his free hand reach behind Luan and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
>As she let out a short yelp from the surprise and pain of Lincoln pulling at her hair, he took the near liquefied pastry in his hand and forcefully shoved it into her open mouth.
>Luan's desperate cries were cut short as she could feel the custard and the cream from within the pie suddenly fill her mouth to the brim.
>"You better enjoy that pie of yours Luan. Did you ever stop to consider that maybe the others might have wanted a taste? Well?"
>With his hand clasped over her mouth, small bits of the pie seemed to seep from out of her and in between his fingers. The cream and custard dripping down her chin making a mess of her clothes and the apron meant to keep them clean.
>After a few agonizing minutes he let go of her and took a step back.
>Luan gagged at the pie that she could feel still sliding down her throat, and painfully she began to spit it back up and onto the floor.
>"Why do you have to be such a filthy pig?" He said mocking his sister's now pathetic and messy appearance.
>"Please stop this Lincoln! I don't want you to do this anymore!" Luan had suddenly burst into tears.
>"I get it, okay! I'm a mess! Just some idiot who makes trouble for you and everyone else in our family. Just don't do this to me anymore. Please!"
>A sudden quick slap across her face.
>He pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of her.
>The remains of the pie she had spit out.
>"It's a nice thing to say Luan, but do you expect me to believe the words of someone who can't even deal with their just desserts?"
>Lincoln chuckled at his own joke.
>Luan covered her eyes and continued to cry.


>"GOOD LORD!"
>Mrs. Loud walked into the kitchen slowly, observing the room in its entirety and how clean it appeared.
>Luan was on her knees still wearing her pie covered clothes, a tired look in her eyes and a sponge in her hand.
>She looked on as her daughter, usually full of life and easily excitable, silently wiped down the kitchen counters.
>Seeing her like this she felt that something was wrong, and just as she was speak up a voice greeted her from behind.
>"Hey mom!"
>Mrs. Loud jumped at the sudden mention of her name. As if by instinct she curled both her hands into fists and turned quickly to attack.
>It was just Lincoln.
>"Lincoln! Don't scare your poor mother like that."
>"Sorry mom."
>"Um, if you don't mind me asking what is Luan doing in the kitchen?"
>Lincoln rolled his eyes letting out an exasperated sigh. "I came in to find her making a mess for another one of her jokes. So when I came into the kitchen to find it nearly destroyed I told her to just clean up after herself."
>"Well she certainly did a good job," Mrs. Loud said pleasantly surprised at how spotless the kitchen appeared to be.
>"I'll say, especially since it was a Luan level mess."
>"Well, I just wanted to let you both know that your father and I are going out right now. A few good friends of ours back from our high school days have come to visit. It'll be so nice to catch up after so long."
>Lincoln laughed "Okay mom just don't get to crazy, and remember your curfew."
>She giggled at his jest and bent low to kiss him on his forehead. "Good-bye Lincoln. Good-bye Luan. I'll see you both tonight, alright?"
>And with that she was out of the house.
>Lincoln sauntered his way toward his sister. As he approached her he reached out and wrapped his arm around her neck.
>The sudden contact with him sent a shiver down her spine.
>She turned to face him, confronting a menacing grin across his face.
>"I think this should be good enough for now. Head on to the bathroom so you can get out of those dirty, stupid looking clothes of yours.”
>She opened her mouth to object, but remembering the numerous slaps she had received just in the process of cleaning the kitchen she quietly gave up and meekly retreated out of the room.
>”Of course…” he turned toward her as she was leaving wanting to make sure she heard exactly what he was about to say.
>”I don’t expect someone as stupid as you to be able to clean yourself up without fucking up somehow. So just go ahead and get started and I’ll meet you there in a little bit. As long as you be good girl and do what I ask of you, I promise not to be too rough with you.”


>She paced the small room back and forth, holding herself tightly as her body shook with dread.
>It must have been at least on hour since Lincoln had sent her to the bathroom.
>She had expected him to follow right away, but for whatever reason he had chosen to leave her alone.
>She was grateful regardless for some time away from him, but she had refused to shower knowing he was out there.
>If anything it was likely that he was waiting for the sounds of the water running before striking again, the mere thought of which shook her to her very core.
>With little to do she had spent the entire time lost in thought attempting to keep her mind off of her current predicament.
>Thoughts were of her parents and other siblings and where they had gone off to. Unsure why they had left her alone with Lincoln.
>Thoughts of her brother, normally happy and docile, suddenly turned violent and with a malevolent presence about  him. Wondering what could have happened to change him so.
>Thoughts of escape or methods to stop the pain she knew he would undoubtedly bring her.
>Before she could finish those thoughts a soft knocking came from the door.
>"Oh Luuaaaann~"
>It was Lincoln.


>Fear gripped Luan as Lincoln called for her.
>She panicked and cried out, "D-don't come in! I'm...uh...I'm changing! Don't come in please!"
>The door swung open and Lincoln entered the bathroom despite her protest. A wicked smile slowly spread across his face as he laid his eyes on her.
>"I would've figured that you'd be finished by now, but it looks like you haven't even started yet."
>"Lincoln we can talk about this! You don't-"
>"Were you waiting for me? Did you want your little brother to bathe with you? It that the kind of person you are?"
>She slowly backed away from him, retreating to the farthest corner of the room.
>All the while he continued to pry her with questions.
>"Do you dream of seeing my body?"
>"Do you think of flashing yourself at me constantly?"
>"Did you want me to touch you and make you feel better?"
>"Because no other boy is into you?"
>As he continued his verbal assault, Luan could only shake her head and repeatedly deny his accusations.
>"No," she would repeat.
>"No no no," she would continue to deny.
>"NO NO NO NO!" she would scream at him.
>But to no avail.


>Watching his sister slowly break down in front of him, evoked a chuckle out of the boy.
>"There's nothing wrong with admitting that you feel that way, after all I'm here to help you Luan."
>Before she could respond to his recent claim Lincoln jumped at her, grappling her by the collar and holding her against the far wall. In a single motion he clenched his fist and drove it straight into her stomach.
>"Because you want me right? The same way I want you?"
>She struggled to escape his grasp, and he lashed with his fist striking her in the stomach again.
>"Don't deny it. Accept it. Accept that these feelings I have for you and don't make it any worse for yourself, alright?"
>Yet she continued to reject his claims. After all, what kind of person would just accept these events happening?
>"This can't be real right? There's no way this is actually happening, I mean Lincoln would never act like this...!"
>She was cut off mid thought by a short and quick slap across the face bringing her back to the cruel reality that she could not escape from.
>"Would you rather take off your clothes yourself, or do want to make this fun for me and struggle some more? You need to understand Luan I'm not doing this because I want to, but because I need to teach you a valuable lesson," he spoke to her in a mocking tone.
>She nodded meekly as tears began to form.
>He let her go and took a step back waiting for her answer.
>"Well then what's it gonna be?"
>She made no attempt to hide her sadness or the shame she felt as she stripped in front of him.
>Her sobs echoed against the walls of the small room.
>Lincoln could only smile at his sister's sorry appearance.
>"It's okay to cry. Let your little brother comfort you."
>He led her by the hand to the bathtub, were he soon joined her.
>Without the will to resist she let him have his way with her. The warmth of his touch blending with that of the water as it ran down her bare skin. Her cry of both pain and pleasure muffled by a deep kiss and over powered by the torrent of water emitting from the shower head.
>She had no idea how long this would continue, but as she could feel Lincoln's "love" filling her she slowly began to accept it.
>This is just how things had to be now.


>Eventually the rest of their family returned, and hurriedly got ready for bed.
>They struggled against sleep, excited by the day they had, but eventually exhaustion overtook each of them and Loud House went silent for the night completely ignorant of the horrors that had occurred in that very house.
>Lincoln meanwhile stared at the pictures he had recently taken. A trophy to his current conquest of his older sister.
>He smiled at her bare beauty and how expertly he had captured her curves and emotional distress on his phone.
>As long as he held these over her head the threat of his exposing these photos made her obey his every command.
>Not that he would. He loved her too much to hurt her that way, he just has to find a way to maker her love him back.
>"Now you no longer have to be sad about other boys not liking you," he cooed as he kissed the picture of her misty-eyed face on his phone.
>"You are mine."