Chapter 14: Truths Part 1
-The truth is what it is. This is still true. Even if you think otherwise-
-Antonio manchado-
If Lincoln had not been roused by the fright of a moment ago, this confession must have completely removed his weariness. "What, what, what?"
Lucy hugged Lincoln and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you, Lincoln. I'm crazy in love with you."
The silence in that room was almost absolute; it's just the breathing of the gothic girl and the albino; the latter didn't know what to say. His words did not come out, his mind was blank, and his body was paralyzed. On the other hand, his gothic sister didn't want to break this sweet embrace. Feeling the warmth of her brother's body and the rapid beating of his heart against hers was a beautiful symphony of sensations. For a few long minutes, he didn't say a word or make any movement until Lincoln finally dared to speak.
"No... Lucy. What did you just say? And what do you mean by that?"
Lucy sits on the bed and kneels next to Lincoln, looking at him from the front. "I love you, Lincoln; I love you; I love you so much. I… really…" Lucy caressed Lincoln's cheek and brought her face close to his, giving him a tender kiss.
Lincoln was paralyzed again for the time being. Lucy's kiss felt strange because of the way she kissed his lips. It was understandable; as far as he knew, this was Lucy's first kiss.
The goth moved her lips inexpertly and let her emotions guide her. Although she had practiced kissing before, she had only done so with Edwin's statue, but the cold and hard contact of the statue's lips was nothing compared to the warm touch of the brother's soft lips. The fleshy texture and warm rose of his breath and the flavor of these things were indescribable.
Lincoln, for his part, began to regain movement in his body. His newly acquired instinct for the need to satisfy his physical desire was usually beyond all reason in situations like this, but in this case something different had been activated in his brain. Memories of Lucy as a child He remembered feeding her, bathing her, and helping his mother change her diaper. The tea parties, the make-outs he had with her and Leni, and the other memories were starting to make that kiss feel a little sad. Lincoln quickly separated Lucy from him.
Lucy falls on the bed, causing her skirt to ride up a bit.
"Lincoln. Do you want to move on to that? It's okay, just be gentle."Lucy spreads her legs as she pushes her skirt up. "Take me as much as you want."
Suddenly Lincoln's sense of smell picked up on a completely different scent, something he had never smelled anything like. It was sweet and made him feel a little strange. His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it like a drum, his hands were shaking, and he felt a large amount of saliva accumulating in his mouth that he had to swallow. That scent was irresistible.
"What is this? Why am I having these feelings?" An image of the surroundings began to form in Lincoln's mind. "Is this?...Lucy?" The image of his sister was surrounded by deep purple water. This wasn't like the images created by sound that Lincoln usually used; it was created by his sense of smell. It entered the mucous membrane through Lincoln's nostrils, intensifying all the sensations, the shivers, and the rate of his heartbeat.
Lucy saw Lincoln, who didn't make a move, and began to lose her patience. "Lincoln? What are you waiting for?"
Lincoln took a deep breath and a long exhale, and then began to speak. "I'm sorry, Lucy, but I can't do this to you."
That made Lucy go cold. "But why not?"
"You're my little sister, Lucy. I wouldn't be able to do something like that to you."
At that moment, Lucy felt anger mixed with sadness begin to grow inside her. "Yes, of course. But you have no problem doing that with Lynn and Luna, and even less with touching Leni, do you?"
A small heart attack attacked Lincoln's heart upon hearing that. "How do you know that?"
"I saw you through the vents; I know you're sleeping with Lynn and Luna, as I saw when you touched Leni's chest, and they are also your sisters, so tell me. What do they have that I don't? Is it their bodies? Is it because I'm not as developed as them?"
"No! Of course not, Lucy."
"So...it's because of who I am, right?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I know I was always the weird one in the family. Even Lana, who was so disgusting, had her sweet side. But I was never pretty or charming. I'm just a girl who loves death and scary things. Is that why you don't love me? Why am I not like them?