A/N: It's my first time to make this kinds of stories. Easy to read, but a hard one to make. Anyways, I hope you like it... somehow.

Inside one of the rooms of the Loud household was a little noisy, but not as much for the noise to reach the other rooms. Until a sharp cry emanated from the aforementioned room – from Luan and Luna's room.

Luan sat naked and was riding something beneath her. She held the posts of the double-decker bunk bed with the both of her hands to get her balance straight. Her small breasts wiggled up and down as she was bouncing onto something hard. She let out another sharp yelp, followed by an even louder moan. "Fuck…!"

Luan, is in fact, having an intercourse with someone. The thrusts that came from under her became even more powerful as Luan repeatedly grunted and moaned. Luan tried desperately hard to suppress the noise that was coming from her as to prevent any interruptions from the other occupants of the house. "Come on, Linc! Fuck me harder!" she remarked, and realized too late that she was doing a poor job at being discreet.

But wait. Lincoln? It was her brother who she was partnered with right now.

The boy obeyed as his thrusts went faster and faster. All it takes for Lincoln is a little more pressure to penetrate her even deeper and eliciting a pleasured whimper from Luan. Her chest heaved as she moaned even harder than before, throwing away the last bit of subtlety she had in mind as she slowly felt the climax rising from within her. "That's right! Mhmm!"

Eventually, Lincoln's satisfying thrusts slowed down, drawing a soft whimper from Luan. "O-oh my, God." Luan stutters, trailing off into a quiet moan as Lincoln moved in and out of her in a rhythmic phase.

Lincoln let out a loud gasp as he felt his shaft jerk violently deep inside her. "A-aah… I-I'm gonna cum!" he warned her and continued to bury himself inside Luan to the hilt in repeated long strokes, leaving Luan spasming around his length. "Luan!" he gritted his teeth, his hips bucking forward, before giving in to climax.

"Lincoln! I'm gonna c-cum, too!" Luan cried.

The pleasure Lincoln's feeling dulled his other senses as he fired the first shot into Luan's warm entrance. His pelvis mindlessly jerked back and forth with mindless movement as hot liquid came shooting out of his shaft. Luan followed with a pleasured cry, her sticky fluid pouring out of her and mixing with his. Both of them, barely hanging on to consciousness, sloppily gazed at each other, with Lincoln giving her a smile and Luan returning the gesture to the boy.

"Luan..." He muttered.

"Lincoln..."

"Luan... Luan..." Lincoln said but Luan didn't respond as she kept gazing at her sweaty little brother.

"LUAN! LUAN! Wake up!"

Luan woke up with a start. She realized that someone is calling her name. She looked around her, her vision blurred from the unpleasant awakening from her weird dream. Luan slowly came to her senses as her disturber shakes her awake.

"Luna?" Luan widened her eyes as she sat up on her bed. She recognized that Luna was standing next to her bed.

"Are you okay, dude? You seem to be having a nightmare back there. You were also talking in your sleep."

Luna was concerned about her partner's actions in her sleep. Luna and Luan are like good buddies – they tell each other stories and share conversations that they would otherwise not share with other people. At this time, it's rather uncertain to tell how this situation will turn out.

"Talking!? Whose talking? Me? What did I say?" Luan asked, panicking. She suddenly remembered what that dream was about.

"I didn't hear any of it. You did say a lot of things though." Luna said before sitting down next to her on the bed.

Luckily, Luna hadn't heard anything she said. If she did, Luan might become the most hated sibling in her family. She certainly didn't want to reveal any of it to Luna, yet. She'd rather lie about the whole thing concerning her dream. If and when the Rockstar, Luna, her friend, finds out that she has been lying about it, that would make things even worse. Although Luan wants to confess about the worst feeling she's ever had, she still needs more time to think about it. For now, she thought it best to stay quiet about it.

Luan let out a sigh. "Yeah. I had a nightmare. It was the worst." her face fell to her hands to hide her emotions.

"There, there. I got your back, sis. Nightmares sometimes come to us! Just let that bad vibes out of you." Luna comforted her, giving her reassuring pats on the back.

"Thanks," she looked up and smiled.

The both of them embraced each other but Luan felt something funny. Uh-oh, she thought to herself.

"Oops..." Luna pulled away from the hug. "I gotta get showering, sis! See ya later, mate!" she waved at her favorite comedian and closed the door on her way out to give Luan some time to recall her 'nightmare'.

Alone with her thoughts, she pondered, what was that dream? Why did she even have a dream like that? She tossed and turned the question inside her head, worst, she couldn't shake the idea off. Comedy is the only thing that dwells in her funny brain.

She loves to share laughter with her family – especially with her dad and…

Lincoln.

That name, that boy; his face, his lovable f-

No, no! This is so wrong! She covered her face and shook her head. Luan really wants this feeling – this weird feeling… She started smacking her bed sheets with her hands, desperation conquering her. Until she felt something under the sheets again. She braced herself as she pulled the blanket off of her. To her absolute surprise, a funny smell grazed her senses.

Shit. It only took her one good look to realize that she had soak herself. God. That dream did a number to her, for Pete's sake. She peaked inside her skirt to see that her unmentionables were soaked in her own sticky release. Oh, no. She thought to herself upon seeing the mess she had made. It wasn't only that though, but also the mattress she's sitting on. Luckily, it was only a portion of the mattress and not the whole thing. Otherwise, Luna would have noticed.

"I gotta get cleaned up," Luan carefully stood up from her bed. "...and my mattress." she followed as she glanced back to her bed. She hid the mess she made under her bedsheets as she didn't want anyone to see that unless she wanted to be screwed big time.

After a long and peaceful bath, she quickly ran back to her room. She locked the door to ensure that no one else will be disturbing her. Once done, she rushed to her bed and pulled away her bedsheet only to see that the stain didn't disappear at all.

My God! It's still there, she thought. She stared at the stain carefully, there wasn't much, but suddenly the stain began moving and morphing into a face of a boy.

"Luan, I love you not as your sister; I love you as a beautiful woman." the stain said in a familiar voice.

"No! Get away from me!" Luan covered the stain with her bed sheets and stumbled back before landing on her ass. "No! No! No..." she covered her face again. This time, she felt the tears starting to fall down on her cheeks.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door as she realized too late that her sobbing could be heard from downstairs.

"Luan! Open the door! What's happening there, sis?" Luna beckoned from behind the door.

Luan didn't so much as bother to respond to Luna. She was caught in-between her sobbing.

Why am I like this? She thought to herself; the guilt shaking her like a tremor.

"Luan! Come on!"

No response from Luan.

L-L-Linc, I-I-I need you.

"No! No! No! I can't take this anymore!" Luan fought back the immoral and depraved ideas bubbling up from within her.

Suddenly, the door opened. Luna found Leni, who then found a way to unlock the door. The rest of her sisters and her family barged in to approach and attempt to calm down the distressed Luan.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" the mother spoke.

"Sis, are you alright? Stop this, please." Luna followed.

Luan didn't answer. They were starting to worry about their comedic sweetheart. They must have figured that Luan suffered from her nightmare, and Luna must have told them about it. They tried to comfort her, telling her reassuring things, and soothing her heavy heart. Somehow, it did work. Luan, bit by bit, stopped crying when she started to feel the warmth and care of her family. They were able to brighten her up. And with that, she gave them her best smile to reassure them that she's going to be okay.

"Luan! Don't close the door next time, okay?" Lori, the eldest sister broke the peaceful silence.

"We're so worried about you!" Leni added.

"Thanks, guys," Luan finally spoke after getting over the emotional breakdown. She looked down with guilt and with a sigh, she added, "I am so sorry about that."

"It's okay, sweetie. Family do care each other, you know? We're here to guide you." The father spoke.

"T-thanks." Luan looked up and smiled.

They gathered around to embrace Luan. She felt relieved that her family was there to guide her. The power of love and trust from a family as big as this one is a great weapon against the bad things that may try to separate them from one another. After a good long moment, they broke up.

"Feel better, Luan?" Lynn asked.

Luan nodded. She looked at them again until she noticed something different. "Where's Lincoln?" she asked in a whispered tone.

"He's in the bathroom," Lori answered.

Wait. He's not there. He's missing. She cannot see the boy. She felt strange, she felt that she needs him the most. Just a moment ago, she wanted that weird feeling out of her system, and it did disappear. But at this very moment, she felt the same feeling creeping back at her. She couldn't deny it anymore.

There was a soft stomp coming from the hallway. Then another. The stomp eventually grew closer and closer until it became a crescendo before completely halting. Silence. Someone poked their head at the entrance of the room. The face looked familiar to Luan. Unmistakable.

It's that face. His face is all she needs. He slowly moved to the view of the doorway, and Luan silently observed him.

Lincoln, you're the best man that I have ever dreamed of. Your body, your face, your everything. Everything about you is so flawless. You're so handsome, Lincoln. She thought to herself with a smile as Lincoln drew closer to her.

"Luan... are you alright?"

That voice. It's so soft and beautiful.

"Luan?" he calls her name again as he touched her face.

He touched her! She thought to herself: He touched me. It feels different and... sexy.

"Luan!?" he called again.

Luan reached over to touch his face with both of her hands. Lincoln looked surprised as her hands touched the sides of his face. To Luan, this reaction was truly priceless.

"Lincoln," she muttered with a faint smile.

"Luan?"

Everything slowly became a blur to Luan as she felt herself passing out. Lincoln was rather slow to react as Luan fell to the ground with a thud.

"LUAN!" All of them cried.

She fainted from the emotional strain, the weird dream, and possibly from the mild hallucination, she was having. The stress she was carrying was so heavy that it needed attention from her family. They all gathered around the unresponsive Luan as they tried their best to rouse her.

The funny thing is, when she passed out, she was still smiling. It's probably because she fell right in front of her beloved Lincoln, the one person who had given her joy from her dream. Still, it wasn't a joke when she fainted. Even though it was quite the scene for her.

It was the start of an upcoming disaster.

A beautiful disaster.