LiteralTrash001: I see what you mean. There's something sorta like that in this chapter, funnily enough.

Anonymous789: Definitely Luna's text. I mean, there was a part where she said she wanted to [CLOSED OFF FOR PUBLIC HEALTH] Lincoln's anus, it was horrible.

Guest: I knew a girl with blonde hair and green eyes in high school. Never talked to her, but she still told her friends that I was a "creepy emo kid" lol

When Lori heard that Carol had come over looking for her, she groaned, knowing that it was about what Lola had said online. Dang it, Lola, Lori thought as she went up the stairs to confront her rival. She expected to find Carol waiting in her room or somewhere like that, so imagine Lori's surprise when the bathroom door opened and a wall of steam poured out into the hallway, from which Carol emerged like Aphrodite out of the foam of the sea.

"C-Carol?" Lori cocked her head as she watched Carol, wrapped in towels (her towels!) exit the bathroom. "Did… did you just take a shower? In my house?"

Carol smirked, her eyes half-lidded. She used the towel draped around her shoulders to dry her hair. Lori watched enviously as it took on its long, perfect form without any need for combing. How she managed to do that, Lori would never know.

"I came over to your house," said Carol, "and I tripped in the mud in the backyard. So I used your shower. I hope you don't mind."

"Well… I guess that makes sense… wait, aren't we supposed to be mad at each other?!"

Carol rolled her eyes. It was the same kind of eye-rolling you do when you're dealing with an especially stupid child. Lori didn't appreciate it at all. The only thing that kept her from balling her fists and punching her classmate out was Carol saying, "I talked to your brother, Lincoln. He's such a nice young man. As polite as he is handsome. Anyway, he made me realize how stupid our fight is."

Lincoln's eldest sister blinked. "He did?"

"Yeah, he made me see how… well, how ridiculous we were being. I mean, we're supposed to be friends, Lori. I don't see why we have to be fighting."

Carol threw out her arms and wrapped them around a confused Lori. She hugged her tightly, but Lori didn't return it. She couldn't have, even if she wanted to. She was paralyzed with confusion. What's going on? What did Lincoln say to her that made her flip 180? And why is Carol using my towels? Blue is so not her color. Makes her look exactly like me.

"So are you… are we…?"

Carol pulled back so she could look into Lori's eyes. "We're friends again," she stated confidently. Her confidence wavered momentarily, allowing a shy blush to spread across her face. "I mean… if you want to be, of course."

"No, no. I mean, yes, I do! I mean, what were we even fighting about anyways?"

Carol laughed. "I don't even remember! Something about swiftypic?"

"It's so stupid, whatever it was," Lori chuckled. She looked fondly at the girl she had renewed her friendship with. "I'm glad we're girlfriends again, Carol. Glad that little twerp was able to say something right for once."

"Oh believe me, Lori… he's very persuasive."

Lori chose to ignore the huskiness of her tone. The two friends started walking down the stairs, their companionship renewed. That, of course, called for a selfie. As the two teens went outside in search of the perfect lighting (even though Carol was still in a towel, wtf?), Lincoln watched them from behind the railing of the stairs. Despite everything, he couldn't help but smile at the relationship he had helped fix.

If only I could do that for Luna and Luan…

His thinking was interrupted by a violent, hacking fit that ripped through his being. Lincoln fell over on the ground, putting his hands to his chest and clutching his shirt desperately. He could feel a murmur in his chest – that wasn't good news, he knew. It was even worse when he started coughing again. His hands flew to his mouth to cover it, and when he removed them, he found phlegm and blood staining his palms.

As he stared at his trembling hands in horror, he lost his footing on the stairs. "Shiiiiiiiit," he cried as he fell down the stairs and onto his face at the bottom. Luckily, he hadn't been that high up; if he had been just a few steps higher…

A spurt of blood issued from his mouth, cutting that horrible mental image in half.

This is bad, Lincoln thought, too weak to speak. He could feel his chest heaving as he swallowed large gulps of air. His heard was pounding, but it pounded weakly. He was on his last legs of life, and it would only be a matter of time before those legs gave in.

Maybe it won't be that bad to die. I mean, there's Heaven when you die. Who doesn't want to go to Heaven? Everyone wants to go to Heaven. Unless you're a devil-worshiper. Wait… is Hell the devil-worshipers' Heaven?

He heard footsteps approaching, so he titled his head just enough to see that it was Lucy. Oh good, he could ask one of them directly. "Hey Lucy, do you think Hell is Heaven?"

His sister was visibly confused. Almost as much as she was visibly worried. She knelt down on the ground. The hairs at the top of Lincoln's head brushed across her kneecaps. The goth leaned forward and pressed her fingers into Lincoln's neck, nodding as she felt his pulse. He was still alive… that was good. He still had a chance.

But for how long?

Her face screwed with worry.

"Lincoln…"

"Y-Yeah, Luce?"

"...I found the cure."

His eyes would've widened if they didn't hurt so much.

"Really?" he rasped.

Lucy nodded. "I'm sorry it took me this long, but I finally found the way to reverse all this. It's called the Castitas spell. I-I have most of the things I need for it, but… sigh, I don't have everything. Luckily, Haiku says she has it, and Silas promised he'd get it from her and bring it to me."

Lincoln almost asked why Haiku couldn't just deliver it herself, but realized pretty quickly why: because of him. Because of his curse. It was in its final stages, and Lucy didn't want to risk being a girl over.

But honestly, what could she even do to fight against it? She knew that she had underestimated how much sway and power a curse could hold over people, and she was kicking herself for it. It was a curse; a fundamentally supernatural force that couldn't be fought against with something as flippant as a preteen's willpower. Lincoln could have the strongest will in the world, and it wouldn't have stopped him from fucking his way into an early grave. He could've locked himself in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean, and the curse would probably bring mermaids over. There was only one way to fight something supernatural, and that was to use the supernatural against it in turn. If she were a priest, she could've handled it easily with a bottle of holy water, but she wasn't a priest, nor was she a rabbi or an imam or a monk. She was a witch, so witchcraft would be her weapon.

That's right… I'm a witch.

The thought made her smile darkly. It didn't really occur to her that what she had done to her brother was witchcraft, and that she was a fully-fledged witch now. She was following in her Great Grandma Harriet's footsteps at long last. But looking down at her pale, weak brother, with blood flowing from his left nostril… she really had to question if it was even worth it. If this was what magic did to the people she loved, should she even continue studying it?

"Just one more spell," she murmured as she stroked her brother's cheek. "Just one more and we'll see."

She stood up, and told Lincoln to wait where he was. He sardonically responded that he wasn't going anywhere. He watched Lucy dash up the stairs like a black blur, and when she returned, she had a small can in her hands, brightly colored with yellows and reds. She cracked it open and put it to his lips, and when he drank from it, he felt like he had been jolted with electricity.

"GAH!" he screamed as he jumped to his feet. "What is this crap?"

"One of Lynn's really strong energy drinks. She keeps her best stuff in a box under her bed. She thinks I don't know how to unlock it, but she uses a numerical lock, and she always uses the same numbers for those. 0001. Because she's… sigh… 'cause she's number one, yeah yeah, Lynn Loud."

Lucy had a terrible Lynn impression. Probably had something to do with her dull voice.

Bad impressions aside, Lynn's energy drink really did the trick. Lincoln felt like Lucy had poured new life into his system. His heart was still beating and his hands were still trembling, but they did so with an overabundance of energy. Lincoln clenched his fists and grinned; this stuff was great! It tasted terrible, but it made him feel so amazing. No wonder Lynn has all that energy, he thought. I'd run around the block a thousand times if I felt like this all the time.

Lucy shoved the open can into his hands. "The effects will wear off soon enough," she told him, "so take a sip whenever you feel slothful. It might be important in keeping you alive."

"Yeah yeah yeah alive sure thing Luce sure thing whenever I feel like a sloth yeah."

His speech was quick and jittery. Lucy felt that if someone wrote his words down, they'd have to leave out the commas.

"As long as you understand that, then I can focus on Haiku and Silas. He should be here in a little while. I hope we can… well, I hope he can stay for a few extra moments."

Her face turned red, and she clutched her cheeks blissfully. It took a moment for Lincoln to remember that that's what a healthy, wholesome romantic feelings looked like.

Lincoln found himself alone when Lucy went outside. He listened for any sounds that might've indicated one of his sisters were around, but the Loud House was deathly silent. No music, no laughing, no crying. The towheaded boy shrugged. Maybe it was for the better…

"Hey bro!"

The weight of an older sister came crashing down on his back. Judging from the raspy voice that preceded it, Lincoln wasn't surprised when he looked over his shoulder and found Luna clinging to him. Her arms wrapped around his body, her hands running over his shoulders and down to his chest. She pulled him in for a hug, smooshing their freckled cheeks together. As much as Lincoln was terrified to be around her (nothing personal, he was just terrified of everyone with a uterus now) he did like seeing that small, cute smile she wore only when she was in love.

Still, he knew the rules. He quickly pushed her off of him, and if that offended Luna, she didn't show it. "Luna, hey," he said uneasily. "What's up?"

"Where were you yesterday?" she demanded. "You went to play with Lols, and then you totally ditched me. Not cool, brah, not cool."

Images of him "playing" with Lola popped into his mind, and he shivered.

"Sorry. I was just really tired after I finished playing butler for her. I mean, you know how high-maintenance she can be."

His older sister fixed him with a confused glare. "If you were so tired, how come I didn't find you in bed last night. I was really lonely, you know..."

"I… can imagine," Lincoln said. He forced himself not to shudder. "And I'm sorry that I made you worried and, uh, lonely. But I spent the night in Lucy's room. She has this, um, funeral she's organizing, and she made this coffin she wanted to test out, so I volunteered to make sure it was comfortable."

It didn't occur to Luna to ask why he needed to make sure the coffin was comfortable for a dead guy, thankfully. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Fair enough. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't come back, because me and Luan actually had a chance to talk."

"You did? You did?!"

Luna nodded slowly, her expression bittersweet. "Got good new and bad news about that. Wanna get the bad karma first or the good one?"

"Um… good, I guess?"

"Good news is that me and Luan are thinking of making up-"

"Really?! That's great!" Lincoln exclaimed. And it was great. Not only were two of his sisters not fighting anymore, but they were the two sisters he was sexually roped with the most. If they made up, they'd go back to sleep in the same room together, leaving his own room free. He could go back to his room, lock the door, nail the windows shut, and distract himself with video games and cult classic sci-fi movies until Lucy finally fixed him. He threw his hands in the air in celebration, but put them back down when he noticed Luna's glare. "A-And the bad news, dear sister?" he meekly asked.

Luna sighed. "If me and Luan make up," she said, "then she'll want to come back to my room. Which means we can't sleep together anymore!"

"Oh… yeah… darn, I didn't even think of that," Lincoln grumbled.

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep without my favorite little bro in the whole wide world next to me!" cried Luna. She grabbed her favorite little bro in the whole wide world and hugged him. She squeezed him so hard that Lincoln imagined hearing one of his bones snapping. Of course, in his condition, one of them probably did.

"Luna, Luna," he croaked, "you're squishing meeeeeeee!"

"Whoops. Sorry."

She let him go, and Lincoln stumbled back to catch his errant breath. He was panting a little too hard; Luna cocked her head and asked, "Lincoln, are you alright? I think you should see a doctor, you've been really sick lately. And not in the 'sick lyrics' way, just sick."

Why is it that people notice how sick I am and yet they still have sex with me?

"I'm fine," he lied. He took a few more puffs to catch his breath, then turned to his sister and said, "Look, Luna, I'm flattered that you want to sleep with me and all, but… I think it's just better if you do that with Luan. It'll be better for the both of us."

"But I'm not in love with Luan."

"NOT THAT KIND OF SLEEPING!"

Luna paused for a moment, seemingly swaying in place. A look of deep melancholy came across her face – it was like looking at a woman who had just lost the most precious thing in the world. A wedding ring, a gift from a lost friend, a lover…

She looked back at him, her brown eyes filled with sorrowful loss. Lincoln tried to quell the guilt within him. It wasn't really her acting that way… it was the spell, the charm, making her act so co-dependent. He knew that, but it didn't do much for him.

Luna stepped closer to cradle her brother's face. She leaned in close, the corners of her mouth rising to form a small smile. "So I guess this is it, huh?" she said. "We only really got two lays together, and now it's all over. Guess that makes sense. We're sibs, we shouldn't have had one lay in the first place."

"W-Well, don't be so dramatic," Lincoln said. "Maybe… this could-"

"Can I just get one more kiss?"

"What?"

"One kiss. For the road."

Spell or not, she was being really over-dramatic.

Still, that didn't stop Lincoln from sighing, then nodding. Luna smiled, then grabbed his chin and leaned in. She puckered her lips just as they landed on her little brother's face. When their lips connected, there was a sharp crackle that raced through them. Lincoln watched as his sister closed her eyes, and he followed suit. Sight didn't need to guide him anymore; all he needed was touch.

Is this really our last kiss? Lincoln thought. Is what we have just an illusion made by magic?

Save the thinking for later, idiot. Just enjoy what you have right now.

Their kiss ended with the two came up to breathe. Their mouths broke apart to inhale as much air as possible. The two looked at each other awkwardly, before Lincoln, without any prompting, started to laugh. He laughed softly, but at what, Luna had no idea.

Then Luna heard another sound, but it wasn't laughing.

In their eagerness to share a tender moment, and with a dash of typical Loud-thoughtlessness, neither of them realized how much of a bad idea it would be to kiss in the open. But when Luna heard a rapid set of inhales and exhales, she turned slowly to the right to see one of their sisters standing there, eyes wide open, telling Luna that she undoubtedly saw them kiss. It would've been bad enough if it had been Lori (who'd angrily scold them) or Lana (who'd freak out) but somehow the sister watching them was the worst one possible at that moment…

Luan.

Uh oh.

Luan raised a shaky finger, pointing it at Luna. It jerked to the side to point at Lincoln, then swiftly returned to Luna. Her pointer finger returned to its brethren as she made a fist. Her face screwed with anger and betrayal. She lowered her head, then murmured, "So that's how it is," in a low, devastated voice.

"Wait, Luan, we-"

"Lincoln… shut up."

Her snarl made him zip it immediately.

When Luan glanced back up again, her eyes were blazing with furious fire. Luna looked disinterested, but Lincoln seemed mortified. He opened his mouth to say something, but Luan quickly countered with, "I SAID SHUT UP LINCOLN!"

"Don't tell him to shut up!" Luna tried to defend her man.

"You too, Luna. I should've known… we can't ever have peace between us. I hate you, Luna. I hate you."

Her older sister's cool indifference quickly turned to hurt, but Luan didn't even care to look at her to notice. Her deathly gaze fell upon Lincoln, and the young man swallowed in fear. She looked like she was preparing something fierce to say to him, but before she could, the three heard a soft "What's going on?" as Leni entered the room.

Luan closed her mouth swiftly. She shot another angry look at Lincoln, which was undercut by the tears that were clearly streaming from her eyes.

"I should've known you liked her better. I should've known… that none of you liked me..."

"Luan, wait!" Lincoln cried, stretching out his hand for her. But it was too late; Luan ran off, leaving him with a wounded Luna and a confused Leni. The newcomer looked between Luna and Lincoln, then back at where Luan had just been a few moments ago.

"What was that about?" the blonde asked.

"Fuck off, Leni," Luna cruelly said. She stepped past her older sister, deliberately bumping her shoulder into her, before disappearing up the stairs. Leni and Lincoln flinched as they heard the door to her room slam shut. Leni, now both baffled and offended, left the room to pout and mumble to herself in peace, leaving the only son of the family alone in the living room.

"I… I didn't mean to… I'm… I'm sorry..."

Lincoln looked down at his hand. He didn't feel like he had an Incubus curse. He felt like he had a reverse-Midas curse: everything he touched turned to shit. He had pretty much ruined Luna and Luan's relationship, he had turned Lucy into a frightful, guilt-ridden fetch-girl, he had made his teacher commit a crime and then he, in turn, committed the same crime with Lola… the walls and foundations of his stable, normal, healthy life were crumbling around him and he was helpless to keep them standing.

Despair punched his heart, and he keeled over.

No, wait… that was just him passing out.

When he finally came to, he found himself in his room, in his bed. The house was still and silent, and the thin beams of silver entering through the folds of the blinds told Lincoln it was nighttime. Silently, he rose. He stood up, did a long stretch, and glanced around his room. Guess Luan agreed to go back, he thought. His lips curled into a joyless smile. At least my sickness got that much done.

Rubbing his head, he wondered why he woke up in his bed and not the bunk bed down the hall. Come to think of it, he didn't even remember going to sleep in the first place. "Must've passed out," he groggily said. He then went into a coughing fit, falling to the ground and choking up what felt like a piece of one of his lungs.

It's okay, he thought to calm himself. I'm not going to die. Lucy said she'll get something from Silas and make a cure. Maybe it's a potion. Maybe she already made it. Let me check my desk.

There was no potion at his bedside desk, but there was a crumbled-up piece of paper. Lincoln grabbed it and peeled it open. It was from Lucy. His hopes rose for a quick moment when he read her name on top. "Let's see what she has to say," he said.

Dear brother, Silas didn't bring the final ingredient. He's not answering his phone either. I'll procure it somewhere else. Just… be patient.

His high hopes fell and crashed like Icarus.

He didn't cry about it, though. He didn't pout or vent. He, with the serene calmness of an Eastern monk, looked to his door. Knowing the one thing he could possibly do, his hand reached out and locked it. Then, without a dawdling moment, he crawled back into bed. The chilling hoot of an owl outside was the last thing thing he heard as he descended into the land of dreams.

When morning came, he was awoken by a pounding at his door. His sister Lori was banging on the door, demanding he unlock the door and come out for breakfast. At first, her voice was fierce and authoritative, but as time passed, she couldn't help but slip into worry. The knocking stopped for a few minutes. When it resumed, it was accompanied by the voice of his mother, which started sweetly, then descended into demanding, then finally became worried, just like her daughter.

Didn't matter. He wasn't coming out. He sent them a text to let them know he was still alive, then flipped over in bed and tried to ignore the troubled whispers outside his door.

When the sun rose to its highest point in the sky, Lincoln peeked out the window and saw both Lynn and Lana playing together. Lana was just as enthusiastic as always, but there seemed to be less spring in Lynn's step. At one point, when she threw the ball over to Mr. Grouse's yard and sent Lana to grab it before he noticed, Lincoln saw her look up to his window. He ducked to make sure she didn't see him, and when he looked out again, she was back to playing with Lana.

She was worried about him, just like Lori and Rita. They all probably were.

But Lincoln still didn't leave.

As the day came to an end and the sky traded its bright blue for a pinkish orange coat, Lincoln threw himself against the wall as he felt something even stronger and angrier than his failing health. He clutched himself as his body temperature increased, and moaned in pain. His crotch felt so restrained and choked that it made him want to vomit.

Find a woman, a voice in his mind told him. Find a woman and this will all go away.

"No..."

He was rewarded with a flash of shaking desire. Shaking as in his entire body began to convulse and shake. The mark on his hand glowed aggressively, but Lincoln refused to open the door. This was his life on the line – any pain would be worth it if it meant he could live.

We'll see about that.

He didn't sleep that night. Well… maybe he did. He couldn't be sure, for every moment of the night he was afflicted with visions of himself opening the door and finding all his friends and family there, waiting for him. One of them would take him to a private room – sometimes Lori, sometimes Lynn, sometimes Stella, sometimes his own mother – and let him fuck them until he woke up with a shaky feeling that he was vibrating and the world wasn't real. He would close his eyes, dream the same thing again, and the process repeated all throughout the night. To his relief, none of these were wet dreams.

The second day of isolation started with a similar knocking on the door (courtesy of Lisa this time) and it took all of Lincoln's willpower not to shout at her to fuck off. The sound of her knocks were magnified to a million, and his already weak constitution took them like physical blows. When she finally left, Lincoln grabbed his pillow, stuffed his face in it, and screamed.

Maybe Lucy was lying about that whole "incubi aren't demons" thing. Because Lincoln was sure he was in Hell right now.

By the time the second night fell, his heartbeat felt like ten horses stamping on his chest. He could barely breathe or think. The only thing that drifted into his mind was sex. Sex, sex, sex. He needed to get laid – just get laid and all this pain, all these urges, would go away.

You can't last forever, the cruel voice taunted.

Lincoln didn't want to admit, but he was starting to wonder if that voice was right.

"Lincoln. Lincoln!"

Those soft, hissing whispers roused him from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes, irritated, then looked around for the source of disturbance. He found Luan on his bed, leaning in, her body hovering above his legs and her face right in front of his.

"Luan? Huh?"

This had to be another weird dream. He made sure his door was locked before he slept, there was no way anyone could get in. Yet when he turned to look at it, he noticed, to his horror, that the door was ajar. Meaning that this wasn't a dream… that Luan really was here…

His whole body numbed as his blood chilled.

"You shouldn't be hear," was all he had the will to say to her.

Luan, respectfully, disagreed. She shook her head and said, "I need to be here, Lincoln. I have to tell you something."

She seemed oddly professional, looking completely serious with the exception of a blush that criss-crossed her face. It also didn't help that she was in her pajamas. In fact, if Lincoln looked closely at her chest, he could see the barest hint of…

I can see my older sister's nipples. I remember when the days when this would've made me flinch.

"Tell me something?" he repeated.

Luan nodded. The beams of moonlight that came in through the blinds reflected off the metal bands that wrapped around her teeth, giving her mouth an alluring glow. Lincoln compared it to the luminescence of an anglerfish's lure.

"A question and a confession. Okay?" She said it like she was asking for his permission. When her brother nodded, Luan took a swift, invigorating breath of confidence, then asked, "Lincoln, why did you kiss Luna? Are you in love with her?" Her question didn't carry a hint of judgment or accusation. Lincoln, throwing all pretense to the wind, nodded again. His older sister seemingly winced, but quickly recovered herself.

"Okay, now my confession: Lincoln, I'm in love with you."

Her confession was so clear and straight to the point. No awkward pauses, no fillers, no feeble attempts at changing the subject. Just a charged admission of love that no other pair of siblings would ever pull off in such a frank, casual way ever again.

"You are?"

"I am." Luan sighed, then looked away from her brother to the ground. Her long ponytail spilled over her shoulder. "I may not seem like it, Lincoln, but I sometimes get hit with these… really bad hits of anxiety. No, not just anxiety. There's also depression and worry and fear and just feeling like I'm not loved. I'm just… tolerated. I'm around because people like me enough not to tell me they don't like me." She chuckled humorlessly. "I'm as miserable as any professional comedian. I just don't have the money."

"Luan..."

"But you, Lincoln… you're the one person who I know for sure loves me. You're always so helpful and kind and great… and you're pretty handsome, so that's probably the main reason why." Another chuckle, this one infused with a bit more life. "So that's why I love you. I only really figured out recently how much I do, but I've always loved you."

"I… I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to. I know you love Luna more than me," she sadly noted. She crumpled into herself, sadness plainly wafting off of her. "It's always been Luna, huh? I can see why. She's more attractive than me, I won't lie to myself about that. I just thought that… y-you of all people would see me and… and-"

She didn't come to his room with plans to cry, but that's what happened. She tried to keep herself from shaking, tried to keep the tears from falling, but the dam broke. Lincoln watched as Luan, one of the joys of his life, broke down into sobbing, lamenting the unfairness of the world that gave her a brother to love, but made him love someone else.

"Why her?" she heard herself ask through raspy breaths. "Why do you love her? Why don't you love me?!"

She shuddered to herself, wishing that the ground would just swallow her up so Lincoln would've have to see her in this pathetic state. She was so closed off to the world that she didn't notice when Lincoln put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed it comfortingly. When she lifted her gaze to meet his, when Lincoln saw the pools that lingered in her eyes, he bit down on his lip with guilt. "Luan," he said her name in a soft whisper.

"Y-Yes?"

The siblings stared into each other's eyes. It felt like a long, infinite chasm stood between them, made from deceit and failed repression of feelings. On his side of the valley, Lincoln felt a strong need to comfort his sister, at any cost. He wet his lips, then found himself leaning in slowly.

He kissed her mouth, and sealed his fate.

When their lips broke apart, the two were wordless. Only gasps and pants were exchanged. Lincoln watched as Luan reached downwards to the hem of her shirt, and when she pulled it up, Lincoln allowed his eyes to linger hungrily on her smooth, unblemished skin. He began to strip as well, throwing off his pajamas, and when the nude boy looked back to his sister, he found her naked as well.

He tossed her down on the bed, threw himself on top of her, and began the ritual that he was all too familiar with – the ritual of lovers, the ritual of sex.

Kissing her again as his body laid out on top of hers, his hands trailed along her body; one hand was tangled in her long brown hair, and the other rubbed the sides of her neck before trailing down to her breasts, where he began to squeeze. Luan moaned lightly as Lincoln experimented with her petite boobs; the expression she stared up at him with was almost innocent. Lincoln knew that making love to her now would be his death, but he didn't care. His sister thought he didn't love her, and he would do anything to take that sadness away and restore her precious smile.

I'm glad the person I spend the last moments of my life with will be you, Luan.

The tip of his penis, already spilling fluids, poked the older girl. When he grabbed it and held it in prime position to penetrate her, he felt intense heat rising from it. His burning iron rod began to sink into her, and as inches of his penis disappeared into her folds, Luan twitched and moaned as the gratifying pleasure overwhelmed her.

When Lincoln felt that he was as deep inside her as he could, he brought his motion to a grinding halt. He lifted himself above her, his cock still firmly encased by her snatch. For a few moments he hovered over her, too weak to thrust his hips or bring himself to fuck her. It was only when Luan, with half-lidded eyes and hair spilling over his mattress, brought her hand to touch his cheek that Lincoln felt revitalized and ready to make love to his dear sister.

She smiled encouragingly as the young man began thrusting his hips.

The bed underneath them creaked as Lincoln hardness rose and fell out of Luan's murky depths. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, of his nutsack slapping her inner thigh, filled the room. It resonated in Lincoln's ears, and only his sister's groans of relieved pleasure could cut through them.

"Oooooooooh, Lincoln!" she moaned. She had waited for this for so long, and now that it was finally happening…

As he mercilessly fucked her tight cunt, her legs wrapped around his lower body and brought him in closer. She still gave him enough leeway to pull his hot cock out and in at the rapid speed he was going at. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Luan wondered if she was her brother's first. She knew he was her first, and that her first time sleeping with someone was turning out better than she ever could've hoped, but she had to wonder if someone as skilled as he was was really a virgin. But as hot tendrils of pleasure smacked her brain and addled her thoughts, she realized that she didn't really care. Virgin or not, he was her little brother, and she loved him.

Lincoln said nothing as he fucked his sister. Only grunts fell from his mouth. The tips of his bangs dripped sweat on Luan like the tip of penis dripped pre-cum into her, but he never moved to wipe it. These were, he knew, the last moments of his life, and he didn't want to distract himself from his love-making with something as stupid as wiping his hair. He had developed a rhythm for sex, and he wasn't going to deviate from it for anything.

Up and down… in and out… that's how it should go.

Every time his cock tried to slide out, her velvety walls greedily held him, tightly and firmly. They desperately tried to keep the blood-related penis inside. But he always managed to break away from her, only to return with a vigorous thrusts that would be rewarded with a sensual moan.

Her legs were wrapped around him tightly, and by now Luan had reached up with one hand to clench his hair. It soon felt to his back, her sharp nails dragging along his skin. He knew that that was going to leave marks, but all he did in response was chuckle.

Something felt different about his sex with Luan. It felt purer, more meaningful, than anything he had before.

His mind went blank as he felt his climax approaching, and so did hers. Eyes rolling in pleasure and face flushed with ecstasy, she cried out her brother's name "Lincoln!" as she came. She felt a spark rush through her entire being; at her womanhood, the walls tightened so severely that Lincoln threw his head back as her orgasm triggered his own. He moaned with euphoria as he buried himself as deep as he could inside her, and let his seed shoot into her fertile womb while she sisterly cradled his head. Their bodies rocked against each other, two dancers making music in the dead of night, before they fell still.

Lincoln, still holding onto his sister, kissed her tenderly on her upper lip. "I love you, Luan," he said, affirming that he cared for her more than anything in the world. Even his own life...

But she didn't need to know that. Her smile, both lurid and pure, let him know that it was worth it. It was worth it all to see that beautiful smile return to her face. Her eyes flickered momentarily before she, exhausted from her first time with a boy, fell to sleep on his bed. Lincoln smiled, and pulled himself out of her. Warm semen spilled from her cunt, but it did little to disturb her sleep. He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Good night, Luan. I'm glad I could spend my last moments with you."

This is it, he realized. I… I'm going to die now. This was all inevitable from the start. I'm sorry, Luce… I'm sorry I let myself die…

He lay down on the ground and closed his eyes. A bittersweet smile touched his face. He licked his lips and realized he could still taste Luan's kiss. A tear dripped from his eye; he wasn't ready to die… he was scared to die… but at least he knew love before he passed.

I can do this now, he thought. Take me away.

He lay there for a few more minutes before he realized that he was still alive. His eyes shot open, and he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Ouch, he thought as he pinched himself. Nope, it was official, he was still alive.

Wait, what?

"So what you're saying is that you managed to get the final ingredient for your weird ritual thingy?"

"Correct."

"And you performed the whole thing without me?"

"I found out a way to do it by myself."

"And you didn't wake me up for it because…?"

"Sigh. You looked like you needed your sleep."

Lincoln sighed. "Well… I guess that explains how Luan got into my room. You left the door unlocked."

Lucy hissed, angry with herself for forgetting something so essential. She was a master of stealth, how could she have forgotten to lock the door? In any case, it didn't matter; she was just happy to have her brother back. In a rare display of emotion, she threw out her arms and tried to hug him, but Lincoln stopped her at the last second. His expression was very stern.

"Now, Lucy, I hope you learned something from all this."

"That you're a pervert?"

"Well, yeah- I mean NO! About magic!"

"Sigh… I guess I should've mess with something unless I know what I'm doing. And I'm pretty without using black magic, I should have a better self-image."

"Good. With that out of the way..."

The two siblings embraced, holding each other tightly. Lucy especially held on close to her brother; she just barely held back tears. She could still smell the lingering stench of near-death on her brother… she didn't even want to think about what could've happened if Silas didn't come through in time...

Well, he did. And that's all that mattered to Lucy as she let her brother hold her tight.

As for Lincoln... he was happy he could finally hold one of his sisters again without worrying about curses or sex magic. Now that his curse was gone, everything would go back to normal. He could go to school again, he wouldn't have to worry about getting manhandled by his sisters...

Wait... if Lucy took the curse off me last night... and I had sex with Luan without the curse on...

Lincoln contemplated that for a moment, before ultimately shrugging his shoulders.

Eh. This fandom could use more Luancoln anyway.

I think I just ran out of energy as I got to the midpoint of this chapter. Finishing it was as satisfying as it was irritating.

In less-complainy news, the first chapter of my next story (a Lynncoln fic where Lynn is a vampire and Lincoln is a vamp hunter) will be uploaded early next month (new decade, guys, get hyped! :D). I might also do a small one-shot for New Year's. If I don't, I'll spend that time finishing up Bedding and Breakfast.

I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you for reading.