Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino

Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 1

It was difficult to tell what time of day it was, cooped up inside, but Lincoln didn't have much choice. Sure, they let some residents out during the day, but for his protection, he was only allowed outside at certain times, alone or with others who committed similar crimes. There weren't many, though, so he got to know many of them.

Instead, he sighed, using his thumbnail to scrape another hash mark on the wall next to this bed. While he wanted the upper bunk, his crimes demanded the harshest reactions, even among the other prisoners, and he accepted the bottom bunk without complaint. The food wasn't terrible, but he missed his father's home-cooked meals.

The worst part wasn't even the confinement; it was the occasional beatings he endured. Whenever the other inmates needed to vent their frustrations or just needed an adrenaline rush, who did they turn to but him. The guards would always break it up before he was seriously hurt, but even they looked the other way at first.

Today would be different, though, and he tried to keep his spirits up, despite his circumstances. His family had disowned him, and while he understood their reasons, he disagreed with them. What he did, he did out of love. However, that's not what he told his councilors. No, he'd learned how to manipulate them years ago.

Lincoln's fifteen-year sentence ended that morning, and he passed the time until his lawyer arrived to escort him from the premises, thinking about his sister. Lily was the only member of his family to continue speaking to him, though she was the reason he was here. Well, her and his unnatural attraction to her.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his other sisters, far from it. He loved every one of them. But Lily was exceptional in his eyes and heart. He only hoped that his relationship with her could pave the way for mending his relationships with his other sisters and possibly even his parents. However, the latter had entirely written him out of their will.

He wondered what Lily would be like after all these years. Sure, she'd probably still retain her boundless joy and naivety, but who was she? He'd have his answer soon when Lily came to pick him up but wondering served him as a distraction. Was she tall, short, thin, or fat? How did Lily dress? Did she go to college or enter the workplace?

Would they still find each other attractive? That was the real question, and it was one even Lincoln couldn't answer. Lily had only been a child when he discovered his sexuality and didn't know any better. Likewise, Lincoln had been a hormonally driven pubescent boy without experience or education on the topic. And, as he waited with bated breath, he recalled everything like it had happened yesterday.

Not long after Lincoln's twelfth birthday, he sat on the retaining wall that ran along the road they lived on while his long-time friend, Clyde, stood, leaning against it. They often met halfway between their houses to chat in person whenever they didn't have time to do something more interesting, like play games or watch television.

And while they only had a few minutes that day, they made the most of it. They discussed everything from the differences between their favorite comic artist's styles to girls. The latter always managed to put Lincoln on edge because, at some point, Clyde would mention one of his sisters. Though, he'd never been particularly sure why it bothered him.

"Well," sighed Clyde, looking at the evening sky. "I suppose I better get home before my dads send out a search party."

"Heh," chuckled Lincoln, glad their discussion remained within bounds. "Tell them hi for me, okay?"

"Will do, buddy," chirped Clyde as he turned to grab his bookbag from its resting place on the short brick wall.

However, he miscalculated his reach and knocked it behind the wall. And when he leaned over to fetch it, something caught his eye. The impact had disturbed a small pile of hastily gathered branches that lay upon the ground, hiding something underneath.

"You okay?" Lincoln asked, ready to help if his friend needed it.

"Yeah. Hang on a second," requested Clyde, tossing his bag over the wall with his free hand. "There's something down here."

A moment later, Clyde had cleared the disorganized refuse and saw a small pile of old magazines, four in all. Picking them up, he pulled himself to a stand at gazed at the cover of the one on top, which displayed a scantily clad woman, titled Playboy. His eyes grew, and his mouth hung open as drool began to form.

"Whoa..." he muttered once he regained his composure.

While both boys were undergoing puberty, Lincoln still couldn't grasp the concept of lust. Clyde, on the other hand, was constantly talking about women. Sure, Lincoln liked girls, but, for whatever reason, he never felt the sense of urgency most boys his age did. Something was missing. Only he didn't know what it was.

"What is it?" inquired Lincoln, wanting to see what excited his friend so much.

"Dude," gasped Clyde, turning the stack around, showing Lincoln. "It's a bunch of old Playboy magazines! Like, there's four, so we each get two. But I get to pick first because I'm the one that found them."

Lincoln didn't care but went along with Clyde, not wanting to seem weird. "Sure, go ahead," he conceded.

But when Clyde spread the stack across the wall's finishing stones, they got another surprise. Only the top two were Playboys. The other two were a title they'd never heard of, Playground, and when they looked at the covers, Clyde began to gag and quickly tossed the bottom two as far behind the wall as he could in disgust.

"Who the hell would want to see that?" quipped the boy as he turned his attention back to the magazines he still held. "Though, in retrospect, I should've destroyed them. Only, they're too far away now to bother. Hopefully, the rain gets them before someone else does."

"Uh, yeah," sighed Lincoln, neither grossed out nor enticed by them. "Honestly, I don't understand what the big deal is. A naked girl is a naked girl."

"Lincoln!" gasped Clyde incredulously. "Didn't you get a good look? Those other magazines featured kids, little kids."

"No, I guess I didn't," Lincoln sighed. "Then again, I live in a house with ten of them. Well, nine since Lori left for college."

"Oh, that's right!" chirped Clyde. "You're lucky, you know, getting to see them naked all the time."

"What are you talking about?" asked Lincoln, baffled. "I mean, sure, on occasion, one of the younger ones will run around naked until caught, but the older ones have more class than that. Other than that, it's just towels, underwear, or a bikini."

"Still, here," replied Clyde, shoving one of the Playboys into Lincoln's hand. "Look at this for a while, and you'll think differently. I promise."

"How would you know?" argued Lincoln. "You've never seen one before either!"

"Yeah," sighed Clyde, "but I'm an only child, remember? When I'm not with you, I spend a lot of time on the internet, if you know what I mean."

"Um," murmured the confused white-haired boy. "Not really. I don't find Facebook or Instagram all that interesting either."

"No, man," Clyde scolded him. "I'm talking about porn. Once you see it, you can't stop watching."

"Well," announced Lincoln, finally standing, shoving the magazine into his sock and covering it with his pant leg. "I better get home, too. It's getting late, and I'm starving."

"Sure," nodded his friend, smiling as he headed off. "You can tell me about it Monday at school after you've had the weekend to enjoy it."

"See ya," chirped Lincoln, saying farewell to Clyde, who responded with his own, "Later, buddy."

After returning home, Lincoln carefully made his way upstairs to his room. And only after locking the door did he retrieve the magazine from his sock and gazed at the cover briefly. The woman on the cover was beautiful, but Lincoln still didn't get it. Curious, he sat down on his bed and began shuffling through the pages.

He soon understood what Clyde was talking about. He was shocked to see the models entirely nude, expecting nothing but more barely-dressed poses. The women featured in the periodical were not only bare, but there were many close-up shots of their genitalia. And though it was interesting to see a vagina up close like that, it barely stirred him.

There was something there, however, not enough to fully arouse him, and after stuffing the magazine under the corner of his bed, he lay back and began to wonder what was wrong with him. He knew what sex was, naturally, and couldn't wait until he could try it for himself. Yet, wasn't it the act itself the focus? You know, the feeling it generated?

No matter how he tried, he couldn't get past how pointless all the pomp and circumstance surrounding male virility was. And Clyde's reaction to the other magazines only confused him further. A pussy was a pussy, wasn't it? Why would one's age matter? If one was only going to look, who cared?

Sure, he knew sex with children was illegal. Even he couldn't consent yet, which bothered him as he was confident in his maturity. But was there something different about them? And, the more he thought about it, he became increasingly curious. However, he wasn't about to ask one of his younger sisters for a peek, just to find out.

Then, he remembered the magazines that Clyde had cast away. Maybe that was his ticket. Of course, sneaking them into the house was an even greater risk than the one he'd just taken. But, it was worth it, if only to satisfy his curiosities. He could destroy them later. Only, he'd have to wait until after dinner now.

Sighing, he got up and headed downstairs for the evening family meal. And though he was usually quite talkative, he remained rather reserved, mainly responding to questions rather than offering topics up for discussion. And as the meal progressed, he covertly studied each of his sisters, looking for some spark that might trigger what it was he lacked.

His older sisters were indeed more feminine and curvy, but they could also be bossy and teased him frequently. His younger sisters, while more docile overall, could be just as annoying and bothersome. He couldn't imagine wanting to see any of them naked, much less have sex with them. Still, his curiosity hadn't yet gotten sated.

He could always ask his mother or father, but what twelve-year-old is comfortable doing that? He needed an answer and decided to fetch the discarded books, regardless of the risks. And once dinner concluded, he asked his mother permission to go out after dark. He hated lying to her, but this was an emergency. At least, to him, it was.

"Mom?" he prompted. "I left my phone on the wall after meeting Clyde. Do you mind if I run and get it? I promise I'll go right there and come right back."

"Okay, honey," groaned his mother, Rita. "I wish you kids would keep better care of those things. They're expensive, you know."

"I will!" promised Lincoln as he headed for the door.

His mother didn't know that he had his phone in his pocket the entire time. He carried it with him only so he'd have proof of having found it later. And the ploy worked perfectly. In short order, he was climbing over the wall. And using the little flashlight on his phone, he found the magazines. Quickly he stuffed them into his socks as before and ran home.

"You're late!" quipped Lana, who stood at the back of the line for the restroom once he'd returned home. "You go last. And, don't try to talk me out of it tonight."

"Alright, fine," Lincoln replied before entering his room and locking the door. "Whatever."

"Well, that was certainly odd," exclaimed Lola, scratching her head. "Usually, he's trying to argue his way to the front."

Lana shrugged. "Who cares? More hot water for us."

Inside Lincoln's bedroom, a less innocent scene played out that would change his life forever. After stripping down to his briefs, he sat on his bed, resting against the headboard with his knees drawn up. Silently and anxious at what he'd see, he tenderly opened the first magazine and began browsing.

Not your typical centerfold magazine, these contained explicit images of grown men having vaginal and anal sex with young girls. Having so many sisters gave him a ballpark figure for guessing ages; many of those featured in the publication couldn't have been more than four. His first reaction was to close the magazine and shut his eyes.

However, his body disagreed with him, finally coming alive after seeing the close-up shots of men's large veiny cocks entering the tight little girls. One of the things that stood out to him was how thin and stretched the girls' skin looked at the point of entry, and another was that they had no pubic hair, making him even hornier.

"Holy shit..." he thought as he browsed the pages, drinking in every image, embedding them into his memory. "Clyde was right; this is fucking amazing..."

The young boy's mind was reeling with confusion and chaos. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop staring and licking his lips. At one point, he tried closing his eyes and thinking about his older sisters and their female friends, imagining what they might look like undressed. And, for his life, all he could see was nasty pubic hair and loose vaginas.

Then, he dared the unthinkable and pictured his younger sisters in similar positions, and he could feel the blood rush toward his dick, engorging the glans, making it throb. That's when he knew. The problem plaguing him all this time was not that he wasn't into sex. He liked young girls rather than those his age or above.

Eventually discovering a set of images toward the back of a man and a girl who favored Lisa, he stopped flipping the pages. The man was sitting on the couch, and the girl was straddling his lap, holding on to his shoulders. Her school clothes lay strewn over the sofa, and the shots showed them at various stages of intense penetration.

Lincoln could no longer constrain himself, and reaching into his nightstand drawer, he pulled out a small jar of Vaseline and a crusty washcloth. After getting the cloth in place, he smeared some of the cream onto his right palm and began masturbating. He started slowly, enjoying the feeling as he drank in the image of the young girl getting pleasured, imagining himself as the father.

As his imagination reared out of control, he began working himself increasingly faster and squeezing a little tighter to get a better feel for what he imagined being inside the little girl must feet like. And moments later, just as someone knocked on his door, he felt the familiar tug on his balls and quickly covered his cock with the washcloth, catching his offering.

"What?" called Lincoln, trying to seem calm and collected as he cleaned himself.

"Pardon the intrusion, elder brother," called Lisa from just beyond the door. "But are you going to make use of the facilities? If not, I've had a rather stressful day and would like to take a relaxing bath."

"Uh, no," mumbled Lincoln, nervously covering his quivering voice. "I don't have to go right now. Go ahead."

After Lisa had left, Lincoln ran his finger along the underside of his penis, working out the last few drops of cum onto the washcloth. Then, he folded it neatly until he needed it again and put it away, along with the Vaseline. Lastly, he stuffed the magazines under his mattress and put his underwear back on.

Then, getting in bed, he got comfortable and, laying his arms atop his blankets, he stared at the ceiling. And it wasn't long before he began crying, partially from shock. However, it was mainly from the shame of his recent actions. Placing one hand loosely over his face, he wept silently, knowing his future was bleak.

He could always ignore it and date people his age, but that would only leave him emotionally unsatisfied in half-formed relationships. And there was always therapy. But, to take advantage of that, he'd have to tell someone what the problem was, which was something he couldn't do. Even if it meant a lifetime of pain, he couldn't disappoint his family like that.

Then, the little girl in the magazine who had caught his eye, the one that resembled Lisa, flashed before his mind, begging him to return to her. Only, it wasn't the girl in the photos. Lisa stood before him, enticing him to touch her, kiss her, and push himself into the flesh between her folds.

And, despite his best efforts at dismissing the perverted scene, seeing her there, legs spread, smiling, and curling her finger at him, triggered another erection. He imagined going to her now, as she soaked in the tub, locking the bathroom door, sliding into the warm, sudsy water with her, kissing her deeply, and exploring the innermost depths of every entrance she had to offer.

Eventually, his body stopped responding, and his thoughts regained some normality. Laying there in his bed, he had come to terms with himself. The crying had ceased, his body satisfied, at least for the moment, and all he could think of was how screwed up he was. He would never be able to look at any of his younger siblings the same again, and that scared him.

He knew how desensitization worked and grew conflicted over what that meant for him. How long would it be before he thought of Lily? Lisa was nearly five, but Lily was only three. Surely he'd hurt her if he tried anything with her. Right? No, anybody but her. That was something even he couldn't allow. And yet, the mere thought sent him into the beginning of another erection.

Fighting it, he forced himself to think of someone else, anyone else. First, it was Lucy, then Lana and Lola, but all that did was increase his desire. With no other recourse, he redirected his thoughts toward Aunt Ruth, which did the trick. Quite nicely. And as he began to relax, he finally yawned and rolled over, shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.