Atomic Blossom

>Luan gets all wired and highstrung after watching the boys in gym class.
>She feels weird, doesn't know why.
>When she gets home, she doesn't feel weird anymore, but now she has a stomach ache, and goes to bed early.
>Next day, rinse and repeat, except this time it's when she passes a boy she likes in the hallway.
>She gets home, feels weird, and goes to bed early.
>Rinse and repeat, she grows more hot and bothered, and more cranky, throughout the week, until Friday.

>A long weekend, and Lori's stuck with boss duty.
>And worse, it's raining again.
>But the others seem well behaved, so Lori decides to let them at least hang out in the living room.
>She's still watching them like a hawk, but it's the thought that counts.
>Speaking of which, it's time for another sweep.
>She slowly scans the room, from the front door, to the TV, to the loveseat, to mom and dad's door.
>Leni and Luna playing with Lily by the stairs.
>Lola and Lisa at the tea table.
>Lana playing with some Lego.
>Lynn reading a sports magazine.
>The TV blaring, Luan sitting in front of it.
>But she's staring, to her right.
>The blinds drawn back, black clouds rolling in the sky.
>Lincoln sitting in the armchair.
>In his underwear, playing one of his games.
>Lori rolls her eyes, but doesn't comment.
>She likes to think she learned her lesson last time.
>She glances down at her phone, checking for messages from her Bobby.
>Seeing nothing new from her Beau, she returns to her task.
>Lincoln still playing his dumb game.
>Luan crouched beside him, peeking from behind the armrest.
>Lucy, sitting beside Lori, watching Luan with alright hold on a second.
>Rewind footage.

>Locking onto the prankster, Lori observes quietly.
>Lincoln hasn't noticed her yet, still engrossed in getting turned into a smear against the boss.
>But Luan's not doing anything.
>Her hands are empty, her fingers clutching the upholstery.
>What is she doing?
>Lori leans forward a little, watching quietly.
>Her face is flush, and she's panting softly.
>Her eyes slowly, glassily, scroll down her brother's body.
>Observing every subtle movement he makes.
>Her tongue slips out to swipe hungrily at her lips.
>Then Lincoln snorts loudly shifting in his seat.
>Luan ducks back, only her eyes poking out from behind the armrest.
>Her ponytail bobs behind, like a brunette thresher shark.
>Lincoln's left hand lets go of the gamepad, lazily scratching his chest.
>Luan zeroes in on his hand, studying it as she slowly lifts her head back up.
>Then his hand goes lower.
>Her eyes follow.
>As do Lori's.
>Lower until his finger brush against his waistband.
>Luan's eyes widen as he inches closer to the outline of his-
>"Luan."

>With a started squeal, Luan recoils back, shoving hard against the chair, pushing herself away.
>With his own startled cry, Lincoln topples off the chair.
>Barely managing to avoid crushing his game.
>Everyone else stops their activity to look in her direction.
>Luan stares at Lori.
>Red-faced.
>Breathing heavily.
>"Can I get your opinion on something?" Lori continues, calmly standing up.
>Knowing she was caught.
>"I need help choosing a shirt for my date tomorrow."
>Lori steadfastly walks past her sisters, weaving through Leni and Luna before pausing at the stairs.
>Looking back, she sees Luan still on the floor.
>She's shaking now.
>"Now."
>Lori's voice drops a full octave with the veiled threat.
>Looking fearfully at a few random sisters, Luan shakily rises to her feet, ignoring a grumbling Lincoln as she slowly follow's Lori's trail.
>By the time she reaches the fourth stair, Lori's already waiting impatiently at the summit.
>"Hurry up, Lu," her sister growls, drumming her nails against the wall.
>Luan obeys, knowing better than to stall her fate.
>Led into Lori's room, the elder sister closes the door behind them.
>The lock clicking sounds like a grenade going off for her.
>"Alright."

>Lori sits down on Leni's bed.
>The mask of carte blanche is gone.
>She looks an-
>Oh God, she looks pissed.
>"What were you doing."
>Luan glances away, trying to focus on something else while she stalls for-
>"Don't look away from me."
>Crap.
>Luan feels like her legs are about to give out when she locks eyes with Lori.
>"You were staring at Lincoln," Lori says calmly, evenly, "like he was a lump of meat."
>Luan swallows loudly, her mouth a sandpit of fear.
>"You were staring at his dick."
>Luan flinches at the sudden curse.
>She can feel one of her hair antenna droop from the stress.
>Despite the icy pit in her stomach, she still feels hot.
>"Your brother's. Dick," Lori says, slowly.
>"Why."
>Luan plants her eyes straight down, locking onto the stain from mom's meatball soup last we-
>"Answer me."
>Instead of facing her sister, Luan squeezes her eyes shut.
>She can already feel a few tears leaking past.
>"I don't know," she mutters.
>But because of the fear, the dryness in her throat.
>It was a scratch in the air.
>"What."
>"I said I don't know!" she shouts, her cracking voice catching Lori flat-footed.

>Panting heavily, she claps her hands to her clammy temples.
>"I don't-I don't know why I starting-started looking at him," she stammers, her dry tongue half-glued to the roof of her mouth.
>Lori tries to say something, but Luan's dam has burst, and the word river is flooding the ColoLori's Room.
>Shut up.
>"I was watching TV and Lincoln's stupid game was too loud and I wanted to tell him to-"
>"Luan-"
>"-own so I looked at him and thought he was naked but I saw he was wea-"
>"Luan, st-"
>"-pid underwear so I felt weird again and-and-and I got curious and snuck up to look at him and he smelled weird but I couldn't-couldn't stop and his hand started to go do-"
>"LUAN!"
>"Uh?" Luan mumbles, looking up at Lori.
>She doesn't...look angry anymore?
>She takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.
>Opening he eyes, she looks at her-
>Oh no, she's still mad.
>"I'm not mad," Lori says slowly.
>Lying through her teeth.
>"I know what...you're going through, with these feelings."
>Luan's eyebrows pop up.
>"You..."
>She looks over at the window nervously, as if weighing her odds.
>"You do?"
>Lori nods, the scowl gone.
>"Yeah. I went through it too. Look."
>She pats the mattress, a free spot beside her.
>"C'mere," she says, much more gently, "let's talk about this."

>Luan's arms raise up to press against her chest.
>To cover her organs.
>"You're not mad at me?" she asks.
>Lori shakes her head.
>"I'm not."
>"Really?"
>Lori nods.
>"Really."
>Luan stays put, feet planted on the carpet.
>"Really really?"
>Lori's soft smile twitches slightly.
>"Yes," she says, "really...really."
>But Luan's not convinced.
>"Promise?"
>The smile gone now, Lori huffs and rolls her eyes.
>"Luan, come on. I'm trying to be-"
>"Pinkie swear!" her sister squawks, the contractual digit already extended.
>"Or window."
>Lori raises her hands.
>"Ok, hey, hey, hey."
>Lori slowly stretches out her hand, extending her pinky to meet Luan's.
>"Not window. Not this time, please."
>With a hook and a solid pump, the contract is sealed.
>"Now, please," Lori says, her voice strained, but more calm, "come here."
>Luan takes her time, taking itty bitty little steps to Leni's bed.
>Lori, for her part, managed to keep from losing her temper.
>But after five minutes, she's getting close to cramping her jaw.
>But Luan finally sits down, nervously shrinks down when her sister's arm wraps around her, pulling her into a side hug as Lori carresses her temple.
>"Now," Lori whispers, hoping the petting would soothe her frazzled nerves.
>"How did this start?"

>Luan explains when these weird feelings started, on Monday.
>And how they kept fading away and making her feel sore and cranky after school.
>And how ever day something or other made her feel that hot weirdness in her gut, only for the somewhat not-cramping in her belly to grow worse each night.
>And now, when she looked at Lincoln, she couldn't control herself, and just had to get closer to him.
>She was about to start talking about how his smell was making her drool when her sister raises a hand to silence her.
>"Alright, Luan," Lori says, taking a swig of her water bottle before passing it to her, "you're not going crazy, you're just..."
>Lori stops, tapping on Leni's comforter as she struggles to find the appropriate words.
>"What?" Luan asks, capping the empty bottle.
>"Nothing, um."
>Lori licks her lips.
>Tenting her fingers, tapping at the tips.
>May as well keep it simple.
>"You're not going crazy" she says again, "you're just...getting..."
>Now Lori can feel her own face heat up.
>What a time for mom to double shift.
>"Getting turned on."
>Lori takes a breath, then inwardly counting to five, lifts her head to face Luan.
>She gets a blank, rosey-cheeked stare from her sister.
>Lori stares back expectantly, waiting for it to click.
>But all that clicks is the alarm clock.
>Quite loudly at that.
>Piece of junk.
>"Wait," she says slowly, "haven't you learned about..."
>Groaning loudly, she buries her face in her palms.
>"Unbelievable. That's sex ed for you," she mutters darkly, watching Luan finish the rest of the drink from he hiding place.
>"What?" she says again, tossing the container into the corner.
>"Noth-nothing," Lori says quickly, sniffing loudly to cover her fumble.
>Tapping her thigh now, Lori steels herself for what comes next.
>The clock still ticks, and the faint noise of the TV can be heard through the walls.
>Come on.
>"Look," Lori says finally, teeth grit.
>Any minute n-
>Oh.
>"When you see a boy you like..."
>Lori pauses to swallow.
>"Like, you really like,"
>Pausing again, she glances at Luan, to see if she's paying attention.
>Luan nods expectantly.
>Good.

>"Your body...reacts. Like, uh..."
>Lori gestures to Luan's midsection.
>"You feel weird," she continues, "like a tightness in your stomach. And you get this urge to touch him."
>Luan nods again, more eagerly.
>"Or kiss him. Heck, you might even want him to...touch you..."
>Luan's face starts to redden again.
>Lori's face feels like to could melt cheese.
>She opens her mouth.
>"But it's not weird," Lori adds quickly, "though you shouldn't do that to Lincoln. He's your brother."
>Luan's mouth slowly closes.
>"And he's a little dork anyways," Lori finishes with a grin.
>Luan can't stop the snicker busting out her nose.
>The two sisters Loud relish in this newfound reprieve, giggling at the pot shot to their little brother.
>After the little chucklefest calms down, Luan looks down at the floor, wringing her hands.
>"But..."
>She licks her lips.
>"Why does my stomach hurt afterward?" she asks quietly, "why does it hurt like that."
>Lori grimaces, remembering having this conversation with Luna.
>"W-well," she starts, coughing to clear her throat.
>"You just...um..."
>Lori can't help but look away.
>"You're likely being...too rough with yourself."
>Sighing loudly, Lori prays silently that that'll be the last of it.
>"What do you mean?"
>Ugh.
>"Ugh."
>Sighing again, Lori plays with her hands as she scrambles to explain.
>"You're...I mean, you're too rough when you..."
>Her voice drops to a lower pitch.
>As if spies are listening in.
>And knowing her family, there's likely at least two twerps snooping in, right now.
>"Touch yourself."
>Lori tilts her head to give a sidelong glance at Luan.
>The younger girl just stares blankly at her.
>Then she blinks.
>And then keeps staring.
>"Wait, you..."

>Lori can't believe she has to spell it out like this.
>Again.
>Leni was bad enough.
>Hell, Luna was worse.
>She had to be shown a video.
>A video, for God's sake.
>Luna!
>"You know, ma-"
>Lori jumps to her feet, starting Luan with the sudden movement.
>Stiffly stomping to the door, Lori unlocks it, throws it open, and peers down the hallway.
>The sound of the others playing downstairs filters through the opening.
>Closing the door and locking it again, Lori sits back down beside her sister.
>She leans in, real close like.
>Her lips almost tapping against Luan's peeking incisors.
>"...Masturbating?" she whispers, as quietly as she possibly.
>Luan blinks.
>Glances around, as if in thought.
>Then looks at Lori again.
>Blinking again.
>Lori's jaw drops.
>"You don't know what I'm talking about," she says, completely dumbfounded.
>Luan glares at her older sister.
>"I...I know what it means!" she snaps defencively.
>Crossing her arms, she poutfully glances at the other bed.
>"But I don't see what chewing has to do with my stomach aches!"
>She huffs indignantly.
>"And I don't care what you said last night," she continues, "I didn't need to chew dinner."
>She rolls her eyes, letting out a decidedly teenaged scoff.
>"We had soup!"
>She focuses her glare back at her.
>"You don't need to chew soup, Lori!"
>With a grumpy "hrmph" Luan starts pouting, staring hard again at Lori's pillow.

>Lori, meanwhile, is speechless.
>Her mouth hangs down, lips forming a perfect O.
>She stares at her sister's sudden bitchiness.
>Inconceivable.
>"I can't believe it," she whispers, slowly shaking her head.
>"Can't what?" Luan snips, maintaining her pout action.
>"You're fucking worse than Leni..."
>Luan didn't expect the swear.
>She glances in her sister's direction, her eyebrow's pursed in mild worry.
>"Wait, huh?"
>Lori slowly presses her fingers into her temples.
>Then starts applying pressure, digging into her own flesh.
>She breathes deeply.
>"You," she whispers, "stupid."
>Luan unfolds her arms, nervously tucking them back against her chest.
>"Motherfucker."
>Luan leans back, glancing fearfully at the window.
>"I can't believe I have to do this," Lori mutters, her fingers snow white from the pressure.
>"Lori..."
>"Get up."
>Luan blinks.
>Then swallows.
>"I said up," Lori growls.
>Nudging her head towards her own bed, the message is crystal clear.
>Before Lori can stand, Luan leaps up, sprints the four feet, and plants her rear on the opposite bed.
>She actually sprints.
>Luan tries to hold her breath, to keep quiet.
>But the odd puff and gasp pushes past her lips.
>See, she's out of breath.
>Getting up herself, Lori calmly saunters over to her sister.
>Luan watches her, her head tucked beneath her shoulders.
>She should have taken the window.
>Lori calmly sits down.
>Smacks her lips loudly.
>Staring straight ahead.
>A few tense seconds pass, and Lori lets out a breath through her nose.
>"Come on," she says coldly, spreading her legs.

>Luan doesn't say anything.
>Or move.
>"Luan," Lori mutters, turning slightly to glance at her.
>"Come."
>Luan feels her heart in her throat.
>Lori does her best to keep hers down.
>"Here."
>She pats her thigh.
>"Please," she finishes, much more gently.
>Luan stares down her at sister's leg.
>Then at her face.
>Slowly, she lifts up, shimmying a little closer before dropping down.
>Lori nods.
>"Good, little more."
>Gulping loudly, she edges a few more inches closer.
>And closer.
>Until her knee taps against the older sister's.
>Rubbing up against it as her hip follows behind, pressing against her sister's more impressive pelvis.
>"It's..."
>Lori sighs again.
>"I'm sorry I'm scaring you Lulu," Lori whispers, gently petting her sibling.
>Luan doesn't flinch this time.
>"I just want to help you."
>Tapping her chin, Lori forces Luan to look at her.
>In the eye.
>"Ok?" she asks.
>"I love you."

>Not waiting for an answer, Lori wraps her hands around her sister's waist.
>With a grunt, she easily lifts the smaller girl, plopping her down between her legs.
>Slipping her feet between the girl's ankles, Lori slowly spreads her legs, causing her skirt to hitch up, eventually slipping past her knees.
>Then tugging gently against her slender waist, Luan feels herself pulled back, resting her shoulders against Lori's bust.
>"It's Ok," Lori whispers, her voice hot in Luan's hotter ear.
>The older girl's hands start roaming.
>Softly caressing her sides and belly.
>Stroking her sensitive skin through her thin clothing.
>Easily guiding her, sheparding her to adjust her posture.
>"Uh, Lori?" Luan squeaks, her voice cracking again.
>"Shhh," Lori purrs, placing tugging her wrists down to rest on the bigger girl's thighs.
>"I'm just going to show you something," she continues, feeling her sister react positively to her touching.
>"I...I don't..." Luan whimpers, gasping loudly when Lori's fingers brush against the edge of her breast.
>"Calm down, Lulu," Lori instructs, her burning words barely above a breath.
>Whimpering quietly, Luan scrambles to set her eyes on something.
>Something to anchor herself to.
>Her eyes gloss over the mirror, before being drawn back to the sight it holds.
>She can see herself, splayed out before her sister.
>See her hands expertly glide and tease along her heating body.
>She can see right up her skirt.
>Luan can see everything perfectly.
>"Just breathe now, Ok?"
>Luan bites her lip, squirming at the tickling voice.
>Puffing rapidly through her nose.
>"Watch what I'm doing," Lori instructs, her hands slowly dropping down.
>She watches, enraptured, feeling her heart race to near bursting, as her big sister's fingers creep closer to the hem of her skirt.

>"I..." she stammers, swallowing at the heavy gunk in her throat. "I-I-I don't think we should b-"
>"Just trust me," the voice whispers, the silkiness making her eyes close.
>In the darkness, she can feel her skirt slowly, oh so slowly, drag up her thighs, knowing each inch exposes bare skin.
>Her hands dig into the soft legs trapping her.
>"You're doing great," the voice coos, making her tremble.
>Then she feels the fingers.
>Gasping loudly, Luan's eyes fly open, locking onto the mirror.
>Lori's fingers gently tap against her legs, rubbing lazy little circles around the creamy skin.
>Seeing they have her attention, they slowly crawl up, tapping and scratching and stroking ever higher.
>Her eyes watch, saucered, every inch they travel.
>"Remember, breathe."
>Luan sucks in a deep lungful, practically hyperventilating as they near her underwear.
>Wait, why is she so wet?
>Luan blinks, confusion sweeping her delicate features.
>She didn't wet herself, but...why is her underwear so...
>"Luh-"
>Sputtering aimlessly, Luan whispers fearfuly.
>"Lori," she hisses, "what are you do-"
>"Shush," the soft voice commands, "just breathe, you're doing fine."
>Luan watches as one hand lifts off her leg, trailing up past her skirt, her waistline, and gliding along her stomach before tickling the outline of her breast.
>She wheezes loudly, feeling like she's been shocked.
>"Wh-wh-wait," she squeaks, tears forming in her eyes.
>"Just stay calm," the whisper purrs, reassuringly.
>"And don't forget to breathe."
>And Lori's hand clamp onto their targets.

>"AH HA!" the young girl shouts, lurching violently at the sudden grap.
>If she thought she was shocked before, she feels like she's being electrocuted now.
>"Hiii! Hii!"
>Sucking air through her teeth, she stares as Lori massages her small breast, while her other hand flexes and strokes against her underwear.
>"You're doing great, Luan."
>Her chest swells painfully with each too-big breath, causing her sister's hand to press harder against her boob.
>In turn making her squirm, trying desperately to wriggle free, away from this overwhelming sensation.
>Which just makes her grind her soaked pussy against Lori's palm.
>Thrashing desperately, gasping loudly, Luan bucks and twists, all-too quickly.
>Her brain is an inferno right now, barely able to process these terrifying foreign feelings, let alone regulate her autonomous functions.
>Her heart is practically bouncing around her rib cage, the force of her blood rushing through her veins making her vision itself pulse.
>Her skin, caked in sweat, clearly seen through her too-thin shirt.
>She can faintly see how hard her nipples are through the material.
>The near-broiling heat rolling off her thin frame.
>Billowing, even.
>She squirms again, feeling two hard bits scratching against her back.
>But then, she feels something change.
>Luan can feel something...growing.
>Like a pit, knotting in on itself.

>Deep in her belly, the knots quickly grow, and spread throughout her being.
>Taking root in her gut, and her chest, and her groin, and snaking down her limbs.
>Causing her toes to curl, her fingers to dig harder into her sister's flesh.
>What's happening?
>"Aba!" she squawks, spit flying from her lips.
>"Pape sssa... ale...aleppe!?"
>The overwhelming staccato in her ears drowns out anything Lori has to say.
>She doesn't notice Lori's pinky pull her panties aside.
>But she feels the wrinkly fingertips press against her screaming, weeping folds.
>For a brief instant, time freezes for Luan.
>Nah, just kidding.
>Luan's mouth flies open when one of Lori's fingers push in, entering and stretching her pussy.
>She feels every last millimeter stretching her walls.
>Instantly filling her young entrance to capacity.
>Muscles she didn't even comprehend having suddenly kick in, desperately squeezing at the intruder for all their worth.
>Her jaw hangs loosely, forgotting at the new sensations introduced to her scrambled, overtaxed mind.
>Then the fingers pull back, and before she can cycle the fresh air into her blood, push right back in.
>And it brought a friend.
>A brief stab of pain tears through her oversensitive body as they dig deeper.
>Quickly melting into a bogmire of swampy heat as her walls quickly adjust to the stretching.
>Her pussy desperately milks at her newfound lovers.

>Then, came the first tap.
>For an instant, time stops for Luan.
>Seriously.
>No, for real this time.
>When Lori's thumb taps against her exposed clit, her heart actually stops for a beat.
>Every single muscle in her body locks up.
>Tensing as hard and as painfully as possible.
>When the universe chokeslams her back into reality, she barely has time to wheeze before the second tap comes.
>Another half-second, stretched to eternity.
>Luan faintly thinks she should be afraid when the room rushes back to her.
>The thought never reaches the surface.
>She's too far gone.
>All that her overstimulated, starved brain can register are two things.
>Mapping the details of Lori's fingers plunging into her hungry pussy, down to the delicious scraping of her fingerprints against her walls.
>And the near-seizure-inducing rush when her bean is tapped.
>Oh, and breathing.
>Alright, three things.
>Speaking of three...

>Lori presses her thumb against Luan's throbbing clit, this time pushing down a little harder.
>Barely enough to register on a grocery scale.
>But for Luan, it may as well have been a sledgehammer piledriving her.
>And this time, time doesn't stop for Luan.
>She doesn't get the half-second of a lifetime to take note of what Lori's done to her.
>To brace herself.
>Because in that instant, that coiling, exhausting root in her tummy and chest and limbs spring loose.
>Tearing free of it's foundation, the tree topples over.
>Destroying the little log cabin and truck beside it.
>There was a family in there, on vacation.
>Key word being was.
>No survivors.
>Creation itself falls apart as the stage collapses around her.
>She feels something deep inside her burst.
>And the last thing Luan's eyes see before she blacks out is her body convulsing in Lori's arms as she sprays her first orgasm across the room.

>It takes Luan at least ten minutes to ride through her orgasm.
>It takes another ten for Lori to make sure she didn't just literally frig her little sister to death.
>It was quick to find a pulse.
>So far, so good.
>Carrying the unconscious, near-scalding lump in to the bathroom, the oldest Loud rushes to the bathroom, to clean her up.
>Inspecting the damage to Luan's lips, Lori curses her habit of teasing.
>She could have made this fast.
>Hell, she should have made it fast.
>Now she has ten minutes to get some clothes on her, stuff her in her bed, change Leni's sheets, and get the near-visible stink of cummed-stupid-teenager out of her room, before mom and dad come home.
>It certainly doesn't help that Luan doesn't stir once the entire time Lori struggles to put her jammies on.
>It's hard enough when the younger siblings sometimes refuse to get dressed.
>But she's bigger.
>Lankier.
>And bonier, too.
>Hmm.
>A little too bonier, maybe.
>She might have to talk to her about eating more.
>But, luckily enough, a phone call informing her of her parent's delay gives her more than enough time to clean up the evidence of her sordid act.
>As if God Himself pushed that moose in front of the semi.
>Quietly thanking the Lord for this chance, Lori tucks Luan in, placing her little plush caterpillar against her exposed elbow.
>Seeing her hug Mr. Doug tight, Lori promises to go to church in thanks for this extension.
>But next week, though.
>She's got stuff going on.

>She makes quick work of Leni's bed, spiriting the soiled fabric into the washer downstairs, before practically sprinting back to her room to place fresh linens on the naked furniture.
>Throwing open the windows and pointing the fan at it, Lori nearly suffocates emptying the air freshener into the air.
>Seven minutes later, Lori can't smell a trace of Luan's choking, oddly-sweet musk.
>Not even four seconds later, she hears car doors slamming shut.
>Claiming she suffered another stomach ache and went to bed, Lori realizes the sheer size of the bullet she just dodged.
>It actually grew a bit when she managed to convince a very worried mom that Luan was fine, just homework getting to her.
>However, the shepherd's pie did nothing to fill in the pit of uncertainty in Lori's stomach.
>Nor does the half-glass of wine mom let her have do anything to steady her nerves.
>Lori's the last one to fall asleep, that night tossing and turning in her bed.
>Cursing herself again for forgetting to change her own sheets.
>She can smell Luan's scent through her dreams.
>And boy, does she dream.
>Dreaming about what she did.
>How hard Luan reacted to her touch, her words.
>How golden her own voice was, singing like a violin as it's strings are played.
>Wait.
>Words.
>Luan didn't...
>OH SHI-
>Lori wakes up with a jolt.
>A cold sweat covers her skin before she has time to blink.
>She didn't make Luan promise not to say anything.
>Lori curls up, tight as a bouncy ball, on her bed.
>Silently tearing herself apart in a borderline nervous breakdown.

>Lori's eyes open.
>The sun greets her, light filtering through the window.
>Birdsong follows quickly.
>She doesn't remember sleeping.
>She just blinked.
>And bam, morning.
>Then she remembers yesterday.
>Slowly lifting her head, she sees that she's the only one in her room.
>Looking at the clock, she sees it-
>Oh wow, she slept in.
>No, focus.
>Luan.
>Rolling over, Lori shakily rests her feet on the floor.
>Find Luan.
>Pushing through the overwhelming nausea, she pushes herself up, feeling the ache in her joints rush through her body.
>Find her.
>Forcing her leg to strut out, the oldest Loud slowly Frankensteins out of her room, into the hallway.
>Pushing open the door across from her, she quickly sees her sister's bed empty.
>Find her.
>Then her ear picks up a sound to her left.
>Faintly through the closed door of the bathroom.
>Focusing, Lori hears it again.
>A squeak.
>Luan's slippers can squeak like that.
>Find Luan.
>Testing the handle, Lori she finds the door unlocked.
>Pushing it open, she stares down at Luan standing at the sink.
>Kill her, if need be.

>Luan stands at the sting, a little white string gliding deftly between her shiny, clean teeth.
>Threading it past her premolars one last time, she leans forward to inspect her work.
>She can't stand a dirty mouth.
>Gliding her tongue against the rows of white, she nods with satisfaction.
>Tying the string into a bow, she flicks it into the trash, washes her hands, and turns around.
>"Hup."
>Walking right into Lori.
>Taking a step back, the comedienne looks up at her sister's tired face.
>"Morning, Lo-"
>She freezes midname, her mouth comically stuck in a pucker.
>Her eyes slowly widen.
>She remembers.
>It wasn't a dream.
>Lori's eyes narrow.
>She remembers.
>It wasn't a dream.
>In an instant, Luan's face turns beet red, flushing down to reach her collarbone.
>As does Lori's.
>Then Luan does something the older sister doesn't expect.
>She grins.
>Ear to ear, her mouth parts to smile widely, her teeth practically glistening.
>"Lori!" she almost shouts, lunging forward.
>Lori tries to take a step back, raising her fist.
>But the younger girl is fast.
>Quickly wrapping her hands around her waist, Luan closes the distance, burying her face in her chest.
>Squeezing as tightly as she can, she jammers on, her words muffled by the cloth and boob in her face.

>"Luan..." Lori croaks, hands shaking.
>Not sure whether to return the hug around her shoulders.
>Or hug her higher, around her neck.
>She settles for planting her hand on her hair, gently tugging her back by the pony tail.
>Her mouth free, Luan quickly sucks in a fresh lungfull of air.
>"Luan," Lori starts again, "we need t-"
>"Thank you!" Luan squeals.
>Her words fall flat as the comedienne quickly talks up a storm.
>"That was the best sleep I've had all week!" she gushes, practically bouncing on her heels.
>"I don't know what you did," she rambles, ignoring Lori's attempts and getting a word in.
>"And I was really scared for most of it, but holy crap!"
>By now, Lori has her hands on her wrists, trying to pry the younger girl off of her.
>"I didn't know I could even feel something like that!"
>Luan buries her face in her sister's chest again, ignoring Lori's attempt to reverse the grapple.
>"Luan, I'm serious," she says, trying to regain control, "I need to talk to you."
>Luan lifts her head, looking up giddily to meet her tired gaze.
>"I'm serious too!"
>Before Lori can react, she stretches up, softly pressing her lips against hers.
>The chaste kiss practically brings Lori to a boil.

>Dropping down and letting go, Luan steps to the side, giving her room to fully enter the bathroom.
>Sighing quickly, she sits down on the toilet, still smiling as she watches her sister inspect her reflection.
>Neither sibling say anything for a few moments.
>Lori tries to do some damage control on her mangled hair, wetting it in the sink before taking the brush to it.
>Luan watches, idly kicking her feet as she calms down.
>Lori breaks the silence.
>"What we did-"
>"I mean it, you know," Luan says, cutting her off.
>Her face neutral now, she clears her throat before continuing.
>"Before we did..."
>In the corner of her eye, Lori can see her ear turn rose pink.
>"Before we did th-that," she continues, "I was really starting to hurt."
>She rubs her stomach without really thinking to.
>"I'm...glad I helped," Lori says, slowly.
>"Really, I am. But this is serious, we have to ta-
>"And I guess I know why Luna kicks me out every other week," Luan adds, grinning knowingly, "I always thought she was smoking something with that sm-"
>"Listen."
>Luan flicks her head back to the sink, looking innocently at her big sister.
>"Hmm?" she chirps, eyebrows raised expectantly.
>Lori raises her finger in warning.
>"Let me talk," she says sternly, "my turn."
>Seeing her nod, Lori returns to breaking through the tangles.
>"I'm glad that you feel better," Lori says, pausing to wince as she yanks hard against her scalp.
>"But that was a one time thing-ow!"
>Another cluster of knots sends lances of pain down Lori's head.
>Luan quietly looks down, kicking her feet more slowly.
>"I should-RRR! I shouldn't have done that to begin wi-damnit!"
>Letting go of the brush, she ignores it hanging off her hair to look at her sister.
>"But this is important, Luan," she continues, kneeling down to grab her hands.
>She waits until she looks up, blue meeting blue.
>"Nobody can know what we did."
>Luan's eyebrows purse in confusion.
>"What I did," Lori adds, "to you."
>Her eyes flick down, dancing against the floor as she thinks.
>"I'm serious, I could go to jail for that."
>Her eyes narrow, fixating on the cracked tile just in front of the baseboard.
>"You could be taken away, Luan."
>Luan's eyes shoot back up, staring at hers in shock.
>"And we'd never see you again."
>Luan's lip trembles.
>"I..." she says quietly, her hands playing with themselves.
>"You'd never see us again," Lori finishes, holding her stare.
>Not breaking contact.
>Making the gravity of the situation clear.
>"I.."
>Luan sighs softly, her shoulders sagging down.
>"I know," she mumbles, looking back at that busted tile.
>"You know what?" Lori asks, a slight edge in her voice.
>"That we can't about what happened last night," she answers sullenly.
>Lori watches her sister for a second.
>"Promise?"
>Reading her.
>"...I Promise."
>Trusting her.
>Lori's shoulders fall with her own sigh.
>"Thank you," she mumbles, reaching up to stroke her warm cheek. "I love you, sis."
>Good.
>"I love you too," Luan replies, leaning down to hug her sister.
>She gets to live.
>For now.

>Her conscious clear, Lori cleans herself up, pushing the memory of last night out of her mind.
>Throwing her sheets in the wash, Lori spends most of her day in the living room, pinching Lincoln whenever he isn't looking while flirting with Bobby.
>And when the time comes for her date, Lori finds a change of clothes on her bed, neatly folded.
>Reading the little note stuck on the shirt, she grins at the fact that Luan remembers why she came upstairs to begin with.
>It was a wonderful date, easily a top ten.
>And she chalks it up to the clothes Luan selected.
>The rest of the week goes by without trouble.
>Though, considering the size of the family and the chaos that comes of it, that should be taken with a grain of salt.
>For instance, Luna came home early from a concert, after getting kicked out for throwing her underwear on stage.
>Not bothering knocking, she walks in to see Luan hunched over her lappy.
>With her hand up her skirt.
>And the dreams.
>Lori kept dreaming about Luan's willowy body and slender curves.
>Every night, she'd wake up in a cold sweat.
>With her pants drenched in a hot sweat.
>But other than that, things went pretty smoothly.
>Until, Lori hears a knock on the door, late Friday night.

>Groaning loudly, she drops her brush on the endtable.
>"This better be important," she calls.
>Taking that as the invitation it is, the door slowly open.
>"Oh, hey Luan."
>Lori relaxes, settling back on her bed.
>"What's up?"
>Luan nervously glances around.
>"Um..." she mumbles, a finger shyly pressed against her lip.
>Rocking from one foot to another.
>"Where's Leni?" she asks, finally settling her gaze on the empty bed.
>Lori shrugs.
>"Slumber party," she answers, picking up the brush to resume her grooming, "why?"
>"Well, uh..."
>Luan glances behind her, down the hall.
>Turning back, she swallows before continuing.
>"Lincoln didn't...have a shower today," she says softly.
>Lori shrugs.
>"So he stinks. What about it?"
>Luan sighs shakily.
>She shifts her weight again, nervously tappingg her knuckles.
>"I think he...smelled pretty good," she says quietly.
>Lori stops brushing, her hand frozen by her temple.
>"And it...it made me feel w-weird," she continues.
>Lori suddenly notices just how heavy her breath is.
>Nervously closing the door behind her, Luan stumbles over to her bed.

>The older sister doesn't move, her eyes tracking the younger girl as she shakily approaches.
>"I've touched myself, like you showed me," Luan continues, her eyes firmly glued to the faint stain on the carpet.
>Lori gulps loudly.
>"Did you?" she asks.
>"Y-yeah," Luan admits, "three times."
>Lori slowly pulls the brush free of her hair, placing it back on the endtable with a clack.
>"But I still feel...it's not as good when I do it," she continues, her hands reaching down.
>Lori's eyes follow their descent.
>Then they follow their ascent.
>"Lori," Luan whispers, her legs shaking.
>Lori doesn't look at her face.
>She looks down.
>At the ruined, soaked white hugging her hips.
>"Can you help me?"
>Luan squirms, rubbing her thighs together.
>Lori doesn't say anything.
>"Please?"
>She doesn't raise her eyes.
>Without a word, the oldest Loud, realizing what she's done, spreads her legs.
>And pats her thigh.
>Lori doesn't go to church this Sunday.