So this is it. The final chapter of what's currently my longest story. It feels a bit weird for this to be finally coming to an end, but I should end this story quickly before it jumps another shark huehuehue

Zeobide274: I wouldn't say that Harriet wants him to dump them (after all, she did somewhat help him and Lucy become a thing). As for Clyde, he never found out.

TheAllSeeingEye4812: My good man, I promise that after this story ends, I will still keep hooking y'all up with that old fashioned Loudcest stuff. I got Lynnka, Lanacoln, Lynncoln, Lincy, some sisterXsister stuff… s'all good, bby

Jeff/jasongd: Thanks, you two, for your constant support :)

Lincoln Loud, nineteen years of age, stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk that stretched before his house. He reached into his wallet, scrambling for the fare, and dropped a load of bills and coins into the expectant hands of the driver. "Uh… keep the change?" Lincoln sheepishly grinned as the driver scowled, picking through the nickels and dimes to count.

When the taxi finally drove away, Lincoln glanced up at his house. "So many memories, so many stories," he grumbled as he made his way inside. As soon as he stepped through the door, he screamed as he felt a squeezing pressure around his stomach.

"Welcome home, Lincoln," cried Lily, hugging her precious older brother tightly.

"L-Lily, let go of me!" he choked. "I'm going to die!"

She giggled as she withdrew her arms, and Lincoln started panting. He looked at her arms, and still couldn't believe that a girl with such thin arms could bear hug that tightly. It was either something Lynn was teaching her, or something Lisa was feeding her. Still, he never made a big fuss out of it. She was his youngest sister, after all, and she had the most precious smile that kept him for ever being mad at her for longer than five minutes. When he finally caught his breath, he ruffled her light blonde hair and smiled. "Hey Lils. How's everything been?"

"It's been pretty boring today," she complained. "There was nothing good on TV, the internet wasn't working, and everyone was too busy to play with me."

"Sorry I was busy, Lily. I was just… out doing stuff, you know?"

A thin, cheeky grin sprouted on Lily's face. "I know what you were doing. You were out talking to your girlfriend, weren't you?"

"Hey! Ronnie Anne is just a regular friend. She's made that very clear to me... unfortunately."

"You like her, don't you, Linky?" Lily teased.

"Okay, seriously, go find something to do. I'm tired," Lincoln patted her head again as he started walking away. "I promise I'll take you somewhere tomorrow if you stop asking me questions about her. Like the arcade or whatever."

"Okay, Linky. I won't tell," Lily winked at him. He smirked gently, then turned away to start his slow crawl up the stairs. Truthfully, he was tired, and he was hoping to avoid everyone so he could just go to his room, put on a little music, and think about how much his life sucked. But no such luck, as his mother appeared spontaneously before him, and handed him a heavy, smelly bin of clothes.

"Hey honey, glad to see you're home. Can you take these down to the basement for me, please? Lana was supposed to do it, but I don't even know where she is right now."

"Maybe she's at a friend's house, responsibly doing some homework and studying for an exam," Lincoln said, making both of them laugh. "And sure thing, Mom. I'll take these downstairs."

That's right, Lincoln. Do whatever she says. Maybe she'll remember all the times you took laundry downstairs when she finds you and Leni spooning naked in bed one day.

"Jesus, I'm just doing some chores. Bad brain!" Lincoln muttered as he opened the door to the washing room and went down the rickety wooden stairs. As he neared the bottom, he sniffed the damp air, and scowled at the nauseating smell wafting from down there. "Oh man, what the hell is that terrible smell? Smells like rotten eggs and swamp water that's gone bad..."

"Yo, Lincoln. Close the door, you're letting all the hot air out," Lynn shouted at him as she saw him come down the stairs. When Lincoln saw her on the ground, sweating profusely as she did sit-ups, he understood the same immediately. Still, she did look good, especially in those tight clothes that pressed against her breasts and ass. Her stomach was still exposing, and her outlined abs were glistening. If Lincoln weren't so tired, he might've gotten an erection.

Instead, he sighed and asked "Lynn, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she said as she finished her last sit-up. "I'm exercising."

"Yeah, I get that. I'm just wondering why here, of all places."

"There's heavy stuff down here I can use for weights, for one. It's also warm and damp down here, which makes me sweat a lot more. It's basically like a sauna and a gym mixed together. Gets all those toxins out, motivates me to do more workouts, and I don't have pay a bajillon dollars for it."

Lincoln smirked as he set the bin down, and started shoveling clothes into the washing machine. "You're never going to change, are you?" he asked fondly.

"Probably not. And that ain't a problem, cause you love the way I am now."

She grabbed a small bottle of juice she had left on the ground, and started sipping from it. She walked over to her brother and leaned against the machine, staring down as he dumped more of his sisters' clothes in there. "But enough about me..."

"Never thought I'd hear that sentence coming out of your mouth."

"Ha ha, dick. But seriously, I'm a little curious… how was your visit at Ronnie Anne's place? You seem a little bummed out."

"Do I? I don't think so, I'm just tired and a little confused. I'll be fine."

"Anything I can help with?"

Lincoln shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know."

"Okay, if you don't stop being so vague and tell me what's actually going on in that head of yours, I'm going to slam it into the washing machine until I get bored."

"You wouldn't dare."

Lynn grinned evilly, and Lincoln put up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

The young woman made herself comfortable, squatting on the ground besides her brother. She took another loud gulp of juice, waiting patiently for her brother to gather his thoughts. He sighed quietly, closing the machine and turning it on before he turned back to Lynn and said "So, have I ever told you about what's been happening between me and Ronnie Anne?"

Lynn lifted an eyebrow. "Should I be concerned? Or jealous?"

"Oh, trust me, no one in the world would be jealous in her situation," Lincoln laughed humorlessly. "It started out that way, though. When I heard from her, and that she was back in Royal Woods, I was thinking about me and her… you know, getting together and becoming a thing..."

"So a fourth girl to add to your sad little harem?"

"Yeah, I guess. But then, after everything, what ended up happening was that… I told her."

Lynn's eyes widened. "Told her what?" she asked, even though she already knew what he was implying.

"I told her about us. I told her about Lucy. I told her about Lana, Lori and Leni. I told her… fuck, I spilled everything like a broken dam. And she sat there and listened to it all. And I mean, it felt nice to open up to someone else, but… it's really weird, you know?"

"That is really weird. And I'm saying that," Lucy rasped suddenly. Lynn and Lincoln jumped to their feet, startled by the sudden reappearance of their spooky younger sister. "Did you really tell an outsider about all the horrid taboos we broke in this house?"

"First of all, please stop doing that, Luce. You're sixteen, start acting like it. Second of all, she's right, Lincoln, what the eff is wrong with you?"

"You wouldn't understand why I did it. And it doesn't even really matter, does it? What matters is that I did it, and now I think I don't know what to say to her anymore. I don't even care about reigniting our old flame, I just want to hang out with her again and talk to her and have fun like we used to when we were eleven..."

"Lincoln, calm down, you're hyperventilating," Lynn said. "And honestly, I don't get the big deal. Just walk up to her and say something nice about her shoes or whatever, and then invite her to a movie screening of some superhero reboot you nerds cream over."

"Lynn, even you can't be that dense. Ronnie Anne knows too much, she can never go back to the way things were. You have to kill her, Lincoln. Place her on an altar and use her to become a vampire."

"Okay, you two aren't really helping," Lincoln frowning, rubbing his temple. "I think the problem is that I focused a lot on the past, so I have no idea how to go forward."

Lucy rubbed her chin, humming lightly. "Hey, Lincoln, you say that you were talking a lot about the past, right? You two catching up and all that? Did you… did you ever listen to her stories? Did you ever give her a chance to talk about what's happened to her in the city?"

"Well, I offered a few times, and I guess we brushed on it, but I never really… no, honestly, I never really listened to her tell some story about what she did in Great Lakes. That sounds like a spinoff a lot of people wouldn't be interested in."

"So you don't see what that means?"

"Not really," Lincoln said hesitantly, feeling like he should.

"Sigh. Lincoln… I want you to think about the kind of girl Ronnie Anne is. Picture her personality in your head, and think of how she would react to everything that gets thrown her way. Are you seeing it? Can you see Ronnie Anne in your mind's eye?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Now, I want you to think about this scenario… suppose Ronnie Anne is meeting up with a friend she hasn't spoken to in years. But this isn't any kind of friend. This is a friend that may well have been her first crush. Her first meaningful relationship with someone besides her mom and brother. So she drives all the way out to Royal Woods to talk to them and catch up, and this other friend (I'm not saying they're you, they could be anyone) starts spilling a bunch of dark and weird stories. Now… how does the Ronnie Anne in your mind, talking to this stranger she was close with, react? What does she do? And most importantly… how does she feel?"

Lincoln closed his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip as he intensely visualized everything Lucy had told him to imagine. He exhaled through his nose a few times as the scenario played out in his mind. It played out very similarly to how his own experiences with her over the past few weeks, but this time he wasn't thinking about it through his perspective, or the perspective of the nebulous stranger Lucy had suggested.

He was thinking about it through her perspective.

And when he finally realized what Lucy was trying to tell him, he opened his eyes and groaned. "Oh no… I'm the fucking worst, aren't I?"

"Not the worst. Just a little dense," Lucy smirked.

"I, uh, still don't follow," Lynn admitted. "Is it bad?"

"Yeah, it is. I can't believe I didn't see it before. I mean… I know she started it by asking about Bobby and Lori, but I took it way too far, and I thought she was getting something out of it. I don't think she was, though."

"Yeah, you guys are just on another planet right now," Lynn said.

"Okay, I think Lucy's point is that maybe, at some point, I should've just stopped babbling about me and my life and just… enjoyed my time with her. You know, just gone to a movie together, or the museum or something. Just put my fucking dumb little life experiences aside for just a moment. Now that I think about it, I know she was bothered by it sometimes, but she never said anything… and now I remember that she isn't the type of girl to whine or complain about that kind of thing. Gah, this all feels so weird..."

"Is that all you took away from the mental simulation you just did?"

He turned back to Lucy, who shook her head sadly. "While everything you said is true, to lesser or greater extents, one thing you forgot to mention is that Ronnie Anne cares about 'the stranger'. She cares deeply for him, and is willing to sit through stories that break her heart because… in one way or another, she does love him, and she wants to be with him."

Lincoln's jaw dropped, and Lucy gave him the odd, rare smile of genuine warmth and affection. "Just talk to her, Lincoln. And this time… talk to her about your future together, not your past apart."

"I… I think I get it now. Thanks, Lucy. Thanks, Lynn. You two are the best," he said, wrapping his arms around his sisters and draping them in a brotherly hug. "I think… I think I'm going to talk to her right now."

"Good luck, bro. Just remember who's number one in your love life. I swear if you try to get with her, I will actually start getting clingy," Lynn said.

"I'll keep that in mind," he smirked as he ran up the stairs and into the living room. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out his phone, calling her number. His heart was pounding, and it nearly burst through his chest when he heard her pick up on the other side. "Lincoln? What's up? Do you need something from me?" It was weird that, after all the things he'd said to her, now he found himself tongue-tied and nervous.

Just play it cool, Loud. Just play it cool.

He nodded, smiling and feeling a burst of determination.

"H-Hey, Ronnie Anne," he stammered nervously, like an eleven year old boy about to ask a girl out on a date. "I was just wondering if you, uh, would like to go out with me tomorrow? We can go to the skating rink like you wanted, if you want that."

"Hm? What's this about? Did you just remember another incest story you want to tell me?"

"No, Ronnie Anne. I just… want to hang out with you. I promise," he said.

There was silence on the other side, before he heard her chuckle lightly. "Ask your sister for a helmet, because I don't have one to give," she said.

Lincoln smiled. "Sure thing, Ronnie Anne. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Whatever, Lame-O," she chuckled again before she hung up the phone. Lincoln sighed a deep sigh of relief, and let his phone dangle dangerously from his hand. But there was the small beginning of a smile on his face, especially when he turned back to the stairs leading to the laundry room, and found Lynn and Lucy giving him their thumbs-up.

I'm done focusing on the past, Lincoln thought. It's time to focus on the future...

Thank you so much for reading, now that you've gotten to this point. Writing this story has been a ride for me the past year-ish of doing so. I'm painfully aware of its flaws, but at the same time, I am proud of this project I undertook, for both its length and scope.

I'll keep this brief, but I would just like to say thank you to everyone who's supported me, whether through reviews and follows, or giving me tips and advice behind the scenes. I'd list names, but then we'd be here forever. Chances are I've mentioned them before, and they know I heart them.

Well, I got nothing more to say than I hope you've enjoyed, please leave your honest feedback if you would be so kind, and see you for the stories I have planned for the future. Have a good day, ya filthy lewdcesters!