If there was one thing the old traveler knew more than anything, it was that everyone had a story to tell.

Ever since he had run away from his home at the age of thirteen, he had traveled from one place to another, exploring all that the United States of America had to offer. And in that time, he had developed a bit of an eye for what kind of people had very interesting stories.

So when he came across a young teenaged boy in a jersey and shorts, sitting alone at a bus stop in the middle of the night, with a bag on his back and a miserable look on his face, the traveler knew that this was an interesting tale.

"Aren't you a little too young to be sitting here alone? At this hour? At your age?"

The boy looked up at the traveler. "Piss off, old man. I'm not in the mood."

"Alright, alright," the traveler said as he sat down next to the boy, "I was just thinking that, until the bus arrives, we could pass the time by talking."

"Pass the time by yourself. I'm done with talking to people," the boy retorted darkly.

"Let me guess… you're running away."

The boy looked shocked. "How… how did you…"

The traveler chuckled slightly. "Because I ran away from my home as well, when I was your age. I did it to explore my love of seeing all the wonderful sights this land has to offer."

The boy sighed. "Well, I'm the opposite. I ran away because I want to get away from what I love."

"You sound like you want to talk about it now."

The boy scratched his chin, thinking on the matter. "Well, it's not like we'll ever see each other again. Fine, I'll spill," he then pointed an accusatory finger at the traveler, "You're going to think I'm a pervert and a weirdo."

"Son, I've seen a lot in my day. My standards have waned."

The boy nodded, in a bit of relief. He took a deep breath, and began his tale:

"My name is Lynn Loud Jr. And this is a story about me and my sister, Linka…"

"Marco, pass me the ball!"

Marco quickly kicked the ball towards his best friend, and Lynn took it. Dodging an enemy defender, he ran towards the goal, kicking the soccer ball closer and closer to the target. He locked eyes with the goalie, and gave him a cocky grin before shooting the ball into the goal, towards the right corner. The goalie leapt towards the ball, hoping to grab it…

"AND LYNN LOUD SCORES ANOTHER GOAL!"

If there was one thing Lynn loved about sports (besides the exercise and gloating) was how much adoration he got. He could hear his teammates clapping and cheering, he could hear the home crowd chanting his name "LYNN! LYNN! LYNN! LYNN!" over and over, he could hear his father going "That's my boy," with pride in his tone…

And, of course, Lynn's favorite: A soft voice that said "Good job, Lynn."

He looked over at the cheerleading squad, where he saw his sister Linka, with pom-poms in her hands and a cheerleading outfit on, giving encouragement to her brother. Funny, despite how far away she was, he could always hear her voice, every single time. Perhaps he trained himself to hear her voice, he thought.

Well, gotta give the girls a show. He flashed all the cheerleader girls a flirty and seductive smile, much to their pleasure. As much as he liked looking at Francisca's blushing face whenever he did that, he looked over to his sister, and saw she was rolling her eyes with a bit of an 'oh, brother' smile on her face. Lynn flashed her a goofy smile, but for some reason, he couldn't help but be disappointed with his sister's reaction…

No, not 'for some reason.' Lynn frowned as he remembered the exact reason why.

It was because he was in love with his sister.

He had tried to hide the secret the best he could. He hid it from his parents, who would no doubt send him to a mental institution. He hid it from his brother, who would no doubt beat the living hell out of him. He hid it from his sister, who would no doubt react with disgust and scorn.

He hid it from himself, because he would never forgive himself if he harmed or corrupted the sweet angel that was Linka Loud…

Lynn noticed that his sister was giving him a concerned look, and he realized that he was still frowning. He quickly replaced it with his usual confident smirk, causing more moans to come from the cheerleaders and a look of relief to come to his sister.

God, she was so cute.

"Nice job, Lynn," Marco said as he slapped Lynn on the back, "You won the game for us."

"Aw, come on. I couldn't have done it without you guys," responded Lynn, before thinking a bit about it, "Actually, yes I could have."

Marco smirked. "Glad to see you aren't going humble on us yet, assface."

"Please, humility is for losers like the goalie I futtbucked. Speaking of which," Lynn said as he turned back to the goalie, "HEY GOALKEEP! YOU SUCK!" earning himself an angry glare from the poor kid.

Marco grinned, and pointed towards the cheerleaders. "Hey, don't look now, but I think Francisca's been giving you a nice little lookover."

Lynn looked back, and saw her yelp a bit when he looked directly at her. He gave her a small wink, which caused her face to go red and hide behind the pom-poms. Lynn laughed a bit; he could see himself with Francisca. She was nice, pretty, and she would be perfect if she could wear a little more orange and dye her hair…

Lynn aggressively shook his head. No, stop thinking about her like that. She's your sister.

"Well, I gotta go meet up with my family. See ya later," Lynn said with a wave, before he dashed off to the bleachers, towards his family, who greeted him with congratulatory approval.

"Nice going, bro," said Loki.

"Why do they need a guy standing there? Doesn't the net catch the ball?" asked Loni.

"It's the rules of the game, man. And rad job, little man," said Luke.

"Yeah, you really did Lynn the game. Ha-ha. Geddit?" punned Lane.

"Although it means nothing in the grand cosmos, congrats on your win," said Lars.

"I want to congratulate him first," yelled the two twins Leif and Lexx at each other.

"I must admit, you did an excellent job with this athletic activity. Well done," said Levi.

"Poo-poo," said Leon.

"Great job, son. You really do the name Lynn Loud proud," said his father, Lynn Loud Sr.

"He sure does," said his mother Rita, as she bent down and gave her son a kiss on the cheek.

"I know I said it before, but good job, Lynn. You really did well out there," said Linka in a sweet tone.

"Aw, thanks," Lynn said as he blushed a little and scratched his neck, "And you did a good job out there cheerleading. You really got the crowd pumped."

"Really?" Linka asked excitedly, before planting a kiss of her own on Lynn's cheek, "Thank you, Lynn."

"Umm… no problem," he said, his blush going even stronger, "You want to talk about it on the way home?"

"Sure," said Linka as she and Lynn walked side by side towards the vehicle. Lynn had no idea what she was thinking, but he knew what he was thinking;

Yes, I get to sit next to Linka.

Lynn smiled a bit at the thought. For now, it didn't matter that he would never be able to have his sister the way he wanted. It didn't matter that he wouldn't be able to ravish her, to take her and make her his, to go beyond the boundaries of siblinghood, beyond the boundaries of family…

All that mattered is that he was close to her.

Well, this is a story I've had in mind for a while; a story about Boy Lynn falling for his sister, and his attempts to deal with it. Unlike my other story (new chapter is coming soon, I promise), which was more about character and had very little sexual content, this one will have lemons, though we'll see how long it takes to get there. Of course, I'm still hoping to give this a little heart, so bear with me on that regard.