Chapter Two: Love Thy Father
It was springtime in Michigan. The weather wasn't too cold, either was it warm either. Cars pass by either going to their shift at work, or to a place where they are supposed to meet their spouse, or out or an errand. A pair of 11-year-olds were walking down the street. One girl, one boy. Arm of the girl was wrapped in the boy's arm who had his in his pocket. The two were smiling. Whoever passed by would think they were a nice, cute young couple.
But to anyone else who actually knew who those two kids were, they wouldn't think so.
They would be labeled as freaks.
Monsters.
Sinners.
Herticies.
But the children didn't care.
They don't care what people would call them.
They don't care what people would say.
And they certainly don't care what their family says.
The two were in love. Their presence alone was enough to melt their hearts.
One was cute in a nerdy way.
The other was hot, especially with her glasses on.
But what more was that sweat was slowly moving down the boy's face. And it wasn't from the heat. It was from the words of the girl. The words that made his heart flutter, his body tense, and his shorts getting slightly tighter.
They were going to play house, and he would be on top.
House was there code word for sex. It was a game the girl came up with when there were in earshot of others. This, of course, wasn't there only code word when they wanted to get intimate. Lucha, which was the girl's favorite code, Let's read manga/comics together and let play the quiet game. Which is a code for when their parents were in the same room or at home. But the code used frequently was House.
He couldn't wait to get home now and play.
The school was only a 40-minute walk to their house, and normally their Papi would pick them up, since it was a 10-minute drive (5 minutes to get there and 5 to return) but couldn't since he was behind on his work. He also knew that A; those two will be together, and B; he trusts they know what to do in an emergency.
They have been walking for the past 20 minutes.
"Say, Bobby?"
The boy known as Bobby turned to the girl that was holding his arm. "You think that tomorrow we can go to that new arcade that just opened?" The girl asked sweetly.
"Su-Su-Sure we can." Replied a nervous Bobby. Despite the lovemaking he and his girlfriend did on a daily bases, Bobby was still nervous. His own sister asked him out.
Reina, the cute, adorable, and slightly tomboyish baby sister asked him out. Luckily he has enough savings in the form of his allowance to take her to any place she wants. The arcade, DairyLand, Laser Tag, Bowling, Rock Climbing. He just wanted to take her somewhere nice.
After a few minutes of walking the two finally made it home. What they didn't see was a black van parked outside of their home. Vanzilla, and a black 2013 Honda CR-V parked on the driveway with Vanzilla in front.
"Mom is doing her cooking show again." Both said in unison. Casagrande's Table with Ronnie Anne was her seasonal daily show that would normally start shooting during the noon hours and would last until school was out. Sometimes they extended it because of a mistake she or her prep-cook made, or when something went wrong and they have to reshoot. They would shoot five times out of the week, starting on Sunday and ending on Friday. Sometimes the crew would shoot at Ronnie Anne restaurant, but most of the time it was at her home, either in the kitchen or the patio in the backyard.
This was a blessing of course. Whatever Ronnie Anne makes, which is usually what the family would eat for dinner, she made two dishes of it. One was for the crew which was made up of four people. Two camera guys, someone holding the mic, and the co-director.
Ronnie Anne also had two co-hosts in the forms of her father-in-law Lynn Loud sr and Rose Casagrande(r.i.p) Who would make special appearances. She would also have special guesses. Sometimes it would be her sister-in-law, but most of the time it would be her husband Lincoln.
"Looks like they'll still shooting," Renia said letting go of the arm. "Wonder what she's cooking?"
"I hope it's something that has a kick to it." Reply the half Mexican boy to which his sister rolls her eyes. If there was something Renia disliked about her brother, it was his love for spicy food. She enjoys spicy dishes from time to time but his level of tolerance is somewhat concerning.
Upon getting closer to their home, the scent of beef, fried vegetables which consisted of peppers, onions, garlic, and other spices filled noses. The scent was heavenly, and intoxication. The two know what their mother was making.
" Fajitas!" The two kids spoke like they had one mind.
Inside the kitchen, Ronnie Anne was putting the finishing touches on her Fajitas and placed two plates on the dining table. "And uno, dois, tres." The front door opened. Two children ran up, taking off their backpack and toss it on the ground near the front door and ran into the kitchen. Sometime when Ronnie Anne's crew was shooting, they would improvise some stuff. The husband came into the kitchen to get a can of soda, he was wearing an orange robe since he never got the habit of reading in his boxers. Lincoln also developed a habit of drawing in his underwear, and in some cases nude.
Case in point Lincoln forgetting that Ronaldo's crew was shooting one Tuesday afternoon came on to the set, in his birthday suit. Kiss his wife on the cheek, got his place of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, thank her and walked back to his studio.
It didn't help that he was exhausted from his late-night drawing session.
It was a good laugh at both his and Ronnie Anne's expenses but she just laughed it off saying she'll get him back. Of course, her show was child-friendly so they had to cut it and reshoot it.
The kids, in this case, normally barge into the house remove their backpacks and dash over to the kitchen table. "We're home!" Both Bobby and Renia spoke in unison.
"Roberto and Renia Bean Loud." Ronnie Anne spoke in a firm term. "How many times I told you to wash your hands before touching your food?" The mother asked while she crossed her arms under her bosoms. The purple eyes glaze at the twins who groan softly as the two got up and walked over to the sink, pull a still from under the sink and wash their hands. The two would do this most of the time, which was pretty funny on the adults. After being reprimanded by their mother for not washing their hands before returning to the dining table to eat their afterschool snack.
Smiling Ronnie Anne turned to the camera. "And that's all folks. Now I got three kids to feed, so get out of here before I serve you knuckle sandwiches."
The camera stopped recording. "Alright people, that's a wrap!" A middle-aged woman with a Boston accent said as the camera crew began to pack up. "Nice job Ronnie." She said getting up from her seat. " We'll let you know when the editors are finish editing."
"Sure, just don't forget your stuff, otherwise mine niñas would devour it along with there after school snack." Ronnie Anne pointed to the four cardboard trays that lay beside the aisle. Each one for the crew member. Also, she was like her grandmother. She didn't want to leave people hungry after making something. Once the crew gathered their stuff, they grabbed their tray, said goodbye, and left.
"Hey Mom, what did you make for dinner?" Asked a curious Bobby munching on the Fajitas.
"Well, for starters hijo don't talk with your mouth full, and second; I made Abuela's famous pork taquitos, and pop-pop Lynn famous Lynnsagna."
Both pairs of eyes sparkle upon hearing their dinner for the night. Their great grandmother made the best taquitos they ever tasted and they really love Lynn sr famous lasagna. In fact, they love Lynn and Rose's cooking. Sadly both families would miss Rose's cooking.
"When you're finished, get your homework done and do whatever you twins do. Just be back here before dinner if you're going out." The twins nodded and finished their food. Once done the two put their plates in the sink and ran upstairs.
After hearing the door shut Ronnie Anne snicker, knowing full well what those two were going to do. "Hope you save some for me as well mi hijo, cause mama wants some of your cream. The older woman licked her lips. She just hopes their plan works. But first, she needs to get the pork out of the oven.
That night.
Lincoln was in his studio busy drawing his comic Ace Savvy's Card War. It was a story where Ace Savvy and his partner One-Eyed Jack along with The Full House Gang had a disagreement.
Will you cross the line that separates a hero from a villain?
Are you willing to take a life to save millions?
The story goes as follows; The hero's code was broken when Eight of Spades killed one of their villains War Card(Yes there is actually a card game called War). He somehow got his hands on a doomsday device that could kill thousands if not millions if not stopped. During the final confutation with the war vet gave them a choice.
A choice that would change the series as a whole
He managed to capture The Deuce, and Eleven of Hearts.
She was tied and knocked unconscious. War had a Glock 19 aimed right at her head. Eleven of Hearts is in an unknown location.
Ace and Eight of Spades were the only two there.
Eight held a gun. Her trusty Spade shovel was lost when fighting War's Soldiers of Fortune.
The others were fighting the Soldiers.
The choice; Kill him, save Deuce and the world while Eleven of Hearts dies in an unknown location, or Spar War with Deuce's death hanging in their conscious.
And Spades holds the power of choice.
She chose the former and Shot War in the head.
She'd saved her partner and the world.
But at what cost?
This was War Card's plan. To have the hero choose. No more of this kid-friendly superhero nonsense. To make painful choices that have dire consequences. To prove that even the best teams can be divided when giving a choice. And that missions can fail, plans can backfire.
They never found Eleven of Hearts. If Spade hadn't killed War Card, there may have questioned him on the whereabouts of Hearts, where he got the doomsday device, and what the device was. Biological? Chemical? Or just a simple Nuke?
By the time the first issue of Card Wars came out Elven of Hearts were M.I.A
Lincoln was sitting at his table, thinking on how to proceed with the story. His stylist on the table. The pin in his hand. He was ready to draw something until he heard his door opening. He turns to see who has entered his workroom/Man Cave.
It was his daughter Reina.
Who was wearing a dark pink robe?
Her hair wasn't tied in her usual pigtails, but her hair was straight down to her neck. 'Look like our plan is working.' He thought to himself.
Renia had been inside her father's studio before. It wasn't small nor was it big. The studio itself was just half the size of a living room. There was his workbench on one end, a computer on the other end, a 47-inch flat-screen that hung against a wall, a couch. A self filled with figurines, most are Ace and the full card gang. Others were from anime and other comics. There was also another self filled with games. Where there was a door that led to the first-floor bathroom with a walk-in shower.
And lastly, a twin size bed since Lincoln would sometimes sleep in this room.
Renia walked in and shut the door. Her body shivering. Getting up the white hair man walked over to the bed, and pats it prompting her to sit next to him, which she did.
"So I guess your mother told you to come here huh?" The man asked for which his daughter nodded. "And you know what you're doing with your brother is wrong, right?" The half Mexican nodded, ashamed of herself.
"Papi it's my fault." Renia pleaded. "I know it was wrong but after we saw you doing it with Mama, I thought it was fun and I wanted to try it on someone."
"And you try it on your brother, didn't you?" The white-haired man crossed his arms. His brow raises an inch.
"Si." Reina looked down in disappointment at herself. This only made the male chuckle. This confused the little girl.
"You shouldn't have had done that with Bobby. Me nor Mama isn't mad." This of course made the girl tilted her head about 45 degrees to the left.
"But you just said it was wrong papi."
"Ok let me explain. Incest is not only wrong, immoral, and against the law in some states. However, it's a family tradition from both sides to partake in incestuous relationships. Like the Loud Family Vacation to Weeping Willows." Lincoln explained. "In fact, Aunt Lori was my first." Renia's eyes just looked at her father in shock.
"Then Leni, Luna, Luan, Lucy, Lynn, Lola, Lana, Lily, Lisa and finally Grandma Rita." Lincoln explained his past sexual partners, to which Renia jaw dropped to the ground. "Well funny story about Mom is that Dad enjoys watching me and mom fucking, in fact even taught me a few tricks, as well trained me for a family orgy after I did it with Lori." The man chuckled at the memory. "In fact, you should have seen him during mama's wedding."
"Ok papi, I get it." Renia said stopping her father from telling the story. She's pretty sure that She's going to have nightmares about Grandpa Lynn watching. "But you're ok with me and Bobby?"
"If it were any other boy, they'll most likely be buried in the backyard for touching my little princess." He then moved his fingers against her sides and tickled her, making the little girl giggle. He then stop and took on a serious expression. "But as long as you two use protection, and let Mama and I join you from time to time, and under no circumstances are you to tell anyone outside this family. Deal?"
Lincoln then moves and pressed his lips against hers, kissing the little girl, his daughter as he would to his wife. Full of passion.
Full of love.
Renia pulled away, leaving behind a trail of saliva that connected their lips together. "Deal." She said panting. But nodded. After all, no one knows that she and Bobby were dating.
"You know I love you right?" Lincoln asked, to which his daughter nodded.
Before he could say anything Reina leap into her father, catching him by surprise.
"Then why don't you play with me papi? Just for tonight." There was lust in his daughter's voice. He knew that she did it with her brother early, yet she isn't showing any sign of being tried.
To her credit, Bobby had satisfied her. In fact, he has been doing it for the past year. The boy's cock thrusting in her girlhood like it was the end of the world. Her walls clenching the meat like a vice.
Yet here is her and her father.
He was bigger than Bobby.
Thicker than him as well.
The idea of her father's log entering her tight little hole excited and terrified her. What if he breaks her? What if it hurts?
What if she wants papi more than Bobby?
She couldn't lose Bobby, but at the same time, she wanted to feel her dad's dick.
She wants to smell it.
To kiss it.
To tease it.
To taste it.
To make love to papi.
Renia moved down and pulled down the boxer that hid her prize. Once down, the little girl pressed her nose against her father's pecker and gave it a sniff. She was right. The scent was much stronger than Bobby's. Her purple eyes looked up at her father who was sitting up, not saying a word. She kept sniffing, getting lost in the intoxicating aroma. And without warning, she brushed her tongue against the tip, earning her a grown out of pleasure. Her tongue moved along the head. Thanks to all that practice with Bobby she was skilled. Once the man's cock stiffens, Reina took it deeper, engulfing the large member inside her small mouth.
"Wo-Woah there bebita. No need to rush it. Take it slow." Lincoln said softly only for the daughter to nod. She just licked the tip and back moving her tongue up and down the shaft. Once it reached its full length, Reina stood on the bed, undid her robe and dropped it. Lincoln's eyes widen as he saw what his little girl was wearing.
She wore nothing but her pink panties.
Panties that were damp with Reina's arousal. "W-W-Woah." Was all the man could say. And before he could say anything, the girl peels off her panties and toss them to the side. She wanted him, right now.
And without wasting any time, she squats down, pressed the tip her father's of that thick log against her wanting folds. Her father began to protest until she lowered herself, surprising her father by taking in the head. Reina for her part covered her mouth, wanting to suppress a scream. Lincoln grunted. His daughter was tight. Maybe even tighter than his wife.
She was right.
Her father was big. Way bigger than Bobby.
"Papi." She said in a sultry tone. She placed her hand on her stomach with the other press against her own breast. Her finger brush against the stiff nipple.
"You ok sweetie?" Lincoln asked, worrying that he had hurt his daughter. Renia nodded her head and began to move his hips. This didn't help him considering he was enjoying it. His little girl rocking her hips. The tip touched her womb, causing her to moan Papi with each movement. Her eyes were now filled with lust. Upon hearing her words, Lincoln thrust upward in tangent to Reina's movement.
The room was filled with moans and grunts from father/daughter 'bonding'. Lincoln's hands were around Renia's hips, helping her bounce on her father's dick.
The sounds of her cries wand making the white-hair man more active. Lincoln had a devolved a daddy kink thanks to Lily. And once the girls fond out, they use it to no end, playing out the naughty or in Leni, and Lola case the nice daughter role. This also helped when Ronnie Anne came into the picture acting as the role of mommy when Lincoln's older sister wasn't around. Having enough of this, Lincoln roll to the side, placing Renia on her back.
"Ready to play on hard difficulty?"
"Ready papi." Was all the answer Lincoln wanted to hear as he began to thrust his hips. Renia's kept moaning as the thick meat thrust in and out of her tight hole. The flesh clings tightly to the invading member.
The more she moans out papi, the quicker Lincoln thrust pound away at Reina pussy. Her father's cock was ruining her yet she was enjoying every second of it. Within the half Mexican mind, she wonders how it would feel when both her papi and hermano pounded both her holes?
Would her mama even allow it? Will she watch? Ronnie Anne already knew about her son and daughter doing the deed. But if her father was ok with it, so would her mother. She imagined both her father and brother pounding both holes, on their parent's bed while Ronnie Anne watched. Her fingers brushing the inside of her pussy, her eyes fixated on her daughter getting fucked by the two boys in the house.
'Papi did say that both families partake in this. Wait, does mama already know about papi former flings?'
Her mind race in what Ronnie Anne would do if she found out In fact she thought it would be hot to see her reaction if she walked into the studio and saw her husband fucking his daughter.
The thought of her own mother seeing the lewd action.
Lincoln was having similar thoughts as well. Tho unlike his daughter, he couldn't wait till Sunday.
Both father and daughter couldn't handle it anymore. Both were on the edge. Both father and daughter quietly screamed.
"Renia!"
"Papi!"
Lincoln thrust one last time, pouring his cum inside his daughter's pussy, some of the white baby seed filling up and sleeping out of Renia's used pussy. While this happens, Renia unleashes her juices, spaying her father's stomach with the clear girly fluids.
With their orgasmic high settling down. Both parent and child pants from the exhaustion of their father/daughter 'bonding' with man pull his cock out, letting a large amount of his seed pour out. Rolling over, Lincoln sighed.
"That was fun, right Renia?" He looked at his daughter who simply fell asleep. Her arms wrapped around her father's. Chuckling, he pulled the covers over them and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight My little Frijol dulce."
Laying down the man looks at the readers. "Look like our operation 'get out children in bed and perform the forbidden act, and think of a less name of this operation was a success."
I'm 100% sure I'm going to hell after writing this.
And yes there is a dinner scene I skipped for good reason, you'll have to wait til Ronnie Anne chapter.
Oh and before I forgot. Yes, Lincoln does speak fluent Spanish. He's married to a Mexican after all.