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Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 2

Lincoln woke the morning after feeling refreshed and energized as if something had gestated him inside and had given birth to something entirely new. But as exhilarating as the sensation was, a sense of foreboding was also present. He understood who he was now, freeing his mind, but Lincoln also realized he'd have to be extremely careful around others.

He knew from the news and gossip what people thought of people like him, and he would have to watch what he said and did to stay hidden. Of course, that would prove more difficult than he thought at first. He had ten sisters, five of whom he considered sexy, and problems began to present themselves in the following months.

Whether it was staring at Lola's naked body as she changed in front of him at her pageants, something she'd gotten used to and had accepted long ago, or gazing out the window at Lana, playing naked in the mud as she was prone to do, his obsession only grew. And soon, he began shunning the attention of his older sisters altogether.

They assumed he merely recognized that they were getting older and more capable of handling their issues and didn't need him anymore. However, they still did and began to wonder if something were wrong with them. It wasn't long before they started finding, or creating, more valid reasons for him to spend time with them.

A strange tension settled among his siblings. While the younger ones were oblivious to his leering, the older ones had become so starved for his attention that even they began avoiding their more youthful siblings out of jealousy. Though, they had no idea why they were jealous. The constant push and pull stressed Lincoln so much that he began withdrawing.

By the time he was thirteen, he had more than a few close calls, where his antics had drawn suspicion. At one point, he'd begun feigning clumsiness at the dinner table, dropping one of his utensils and using that as an excuse to duck under the table so he could look up Lucy's skirt and get an eye full of the candy he so desperately desired.

Another time, he nearly got caught spying on Lana preparing to use the toilet by taking advantage of the hole in the bathroom floor. He even volunteered to bathe Lily once, and though his mother thanked him, she preferred doing it herself. That's when he began to think maybe he'd never get what he wanted and fell into a mild depression.

Of course, he did have another outlet; the internet. And after doing some research, he discovered how to get to the dark web. Once he'd installed a VPN on his laptop, he began surfing the plethora of illegal sites he had unlocked. For several months, his room was his refuge, a sanctum where he could live out his wildest fantasies.

Inside his sanctuary, Lincoln explored his perverse cravings until one night, shortly after his fourteenth birthday, when he watched a particular video that made him queasy. In the video, called Abbey's Surprise Birthday Party, he watched as several men celebrated a girl's birthday by unwrapping her and fucking her into a near coma, screaming the entire time, begging them to stop.

For nearly a year, he refused to watch anything further. He completely wiped his hard drive, restored things to their factory settings, and tried his best not to think about his longings. At first, it wasn't easy, but eventually, things began to return to normal. The dark callings were ever-present, however, and probably always would be.

Whenever they'd go to the mall, the public swimming pool, or drop Lily off at school, he couldn't help but stare at all the cute little girls, mentally undressing them and placing them in his bed. Lily herself was becoming more enticing as well. At age five, she was a fully functioning family member and could now carry on a decent conversation.

Unfortunately for Lincoln, though he didn't see it that way, Lily never seemed to outgrow her infantile lack of modesty. Running through the house naked was second nature to her, and Lincoln had to force himself to look away unless he was alone in the room with her. And one day, the worst thing possible happened.

"Hey, Lincoln?" asked Rita, fishing her purse for the van keys. "The girls and I are running into town to do some shopping. But Lily has a cold. Would you mind sitting with her?"

"Uh..." sighed Lincoln, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and palms, "...sure?"

"Thanks, honey," replied his mother, finally pulling the keys from her bag. Then, smiling, she left with her remaining daughters.

"Well," announced Lincoln, grinning shakily at his little sister. "What do you want to do?"

Lily shrugged and looked at the floor. "I don't know..."

"Oh, come on," responded Lincoln, leaning in and supporting himself by resting his hands on his knees. "There has to be something."

"Well, I want to play with Lola's doll collection," she admitted sheepishly. "They're so cute. But she never lets me."

"Ah, but she isn't here, is she?" grinned Lincoln. "Tell you what, let's get one or two and have some fun, okay?"

Now, Lincoln had no intention of doing anything devious at that point. His only concern was making his little sister happy. However, the seeds of avarice were already forming in his brain. After Lily chose a particularly well-dressed Barbie, Lincoln selected the only Ken doll in the entire collection and sat down with Lily at the large doll mansion.

"Hi, honey!" Ken called as he walked through the door. "I'm home from work!"

"Hi, Ken," Barbie replied. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Oh, I don't know," answered Ken enthusiastically. "How about some pizza?"

"Okay," chirped Barbie, walking to the pretend oven. "I'll make the pizza. You relax for once."

"Sounds good to me," said Ken, sitting on the plastic couch.

Soon, Barbie announced that dinner was ready, and after they pretended to eat, which only took a few seconds, Barbie informed Ken that it was bedtime. The two dolls went upstairs and lay on the bed. But Barbie had forgotten something important. Quickly, she stood up and walked around the bed.

"Wait," cried the doll. "We can't go to bed yet. We forgot to kiss each other goodnight."

"Oh, right," Ken replied, standing, giving Barbie a little peck on the cheek. "There you go. Goodnight, Barbie."

"Lincoln!" cried Lily. "That's not how mommy and daddy kiss! Do it right!"

"Fine," muttered Lincoln, pressing Ken's face against Barbie's and making kissing noises.

Then, once the dolls were asleep, Lily leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and stared at the scene they'd created. Something wistful about the look in her eyes drew Lincoln in and had him wondering. Lily wasn't known for such sentiments and was always on the go, and it struck him as odd.

"What is it, Lily?" he asked, full of concern.

Lily's lip curled slightly, and she shrugged again. "I don't know," she told her brother. "It's just, mommy and daddy love each other so much, you know? You can see it in the way they kiss. It seems gross, but they seem to like doing it a lot. Sometimes, I wonder what it's like."

"What? Do you mean kissing like mommy and daddy?" Lincoln asked, unsure if she meant that or being in love.

"Yeah..." sighed his little sister, still staring at the two dolls.

Lincoln's mind began racing, and there was little he could do to throttle it, and his mouth spoke ahead of his brain. "Well..." prompted Lincoln. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure," chirped Lily, finally moving her gaze toward Lincoln. "I'm the best secret keeper in the family. You know that. Have I ever once told mommy about any of the dumb things any of you do?"

"Heh, no. But, I need to be especially sure on this one," Lincoln told her, giving her a severe look. "Do you promise never to tell anyone, ever?"

Lily stared at him for a moment, then agreed, sensing the longing to divulge in his eyes. "I promise," she acknowledged. "What is it?"

"I love you," he whispered.

"Well, I love you, too, Lincoln," Lily chirped. "But that's not a secret."

"No, Lily," Lincoln corrected her. "Not that kind of love. I'm in love with you. I want you to be my secret girlfriend, and then we can kiss like that."

"Secret?" pondered Lily. "Why does it have to be secret?"

"Because, sweetie," explained Lincoln as delicately as possible. "It's against the law for people my age to like people your age. And it's also against the law for brothers and sisters to like each other that way. I'll have to go away if we get caught and never see you again."

"No! Don't go away!" cried Lily, leaping into his arms. "I don't want you to go away!"

"Then don't tell anyone, alright?" he reinforced. "As long as you keep it a secret, everything will be fine. Now, do you want to try that kiss?"

Of course, Lily was only five and had no real idea what Lincoln was talking about. She worked solely on vague notions she'd picked up from watching her parents and older sisters and the way they interacted with their partners. However, Lily truly did love her brother. Only she didn't know how to articulate it.

"Yes!" she chirped. "Can we? Really?"

"Sure," cooed Lincoln, looking into her glistening eyes. Then, softly, he pressed himself against her, kissing her lips, slowly prodding at her mouth with his tongue. And following what she recalled of her mother and father kissing, she joined in the activity. Both remained in place for several minutes, enjoying the sensations, and as they moved, Lily's body began to tremble under the emotional strain, and Lincoln finally relented.

"Well?" Lincoln asked the blushing adolescent.

"That was neat!" she cried, unable to contain her excitement. "I wanna do it again!"

"Ready for more, huh?" Lincoln asked, having abandoned his resolve. And running high on the success of his first victory, he tested the next step. "Tell me, sweetpea, do you know what sex is?"

"Sex?" his little sister asked, turning a deep red. "Well, not really. I know the word and have ideas, but..."

"It's what grown-ups do after they fall in love and kiss," explained Lincoln deviously, leaving out the details, forcing curiosity on her. "Wanna see?"

"Sure!" Lily chirped, unaware of what her older brother was doing but enthusiastic nonetheless. "How?"

"Come with me," he said, standing and picking Lily up. And after carrying her to his bedroom, he sat beside her with his laptop and pulled up a video on the dark web of an older brother treating his little sister to a little "cuddle" time. As Lily watched, her eyes boggled at what they were doing. Like kissing, it seemed gross. At the same time, they seemed to be enjoying the act, just as she had enjoyed kissing.

"Weird," she replied, looking at Lincoln once the video ended. "Do you want to do that with me?" she asked uncertainly.

"Well," sighed Lincoln, ready to go for the kill. "Yes, I do. But I'm not sure you're ready. Maybe in a few years."

"No!" cried Lily, eager to try the new thing. "I want you to do sex with me now!" she demanded.

"I don't know," muttered Lincoln, full of anxiety. While he desperately wanted to do as she commanded, he didn't want to hurt her. "You've never done it before, and it might hurt you. Then, mom and dad would know, and I'd get into trouble and have to go away."

"Okay," sighed Lily, conceding the point but unwilling to give up. "How about we try anyway? If it hurts, we can stop."

"And you still won't tell?" prodded Lincoln, reminding her of her promise.

"Mmhm," murmured Lily, holding her hand over her heart. "I promise!"

Their first attempt didn't go as Lincoln had hoped. Lily was too underdeveloped for her body to process the sensations appropriately. She laughed and squirmed too much for Lincoln to maintain an erection, not that he would've fit inside her without significant damage.

Their second attempt a few weeks later wasn't much better, not their third. But by their fourth encounter, Lincoln introduced the concept of oral sex, which Lily enjoyed immensely. Thus began their relationship, which continued at this pace for nearly a year, when he suggested anal sex.

Of course, Lily was hesitant until Lincoln showed her videos of little girls enjoying it. As expected, that was all Lincoln had to do to win her over. At first, she didn't seem to feel much, preferring kissing and oral sex, but it pleased Lincoln, so she endured it. After a while, her body began to react, and the nerve endings that relayed sexual stimulation kicked in.

Time moved forward, and Lily kept her promise. Lily had fallen in love with her brother, and there was no way she would ever forsake him. And, a little before his sixteenth birthday, Lily secretly began masturbating, trying to open herself up for him as a present. She started with smaller objects and worked her way up to bigger things. And together, they had proper sex the night of his birthday.

But while Lily went to bed that night entirely satisfied, Lincoln began to feel guilty. Kissing and oral sex were one thing. Anal sex was another. Neither registered with him as actual sex. But he'd finally done it, and now that he had, it could never get taken back. He'd soiled his little sister, and the grief he felt was intense.

No matter how hard he tried to quell his discontent, he couldn't. The pain broiling within him had taken its toll, and he'd decided to end things with Lily the next day and seek help from Lisa. Indeed, as bright as she was, there was something she could do to help him. Otherwise, what good was she?

Lincoln waited by his door the following day and grabbed Lisa when she emerged from hers. "Lisa, I need to speak with you in private," he said, motioning for her to enter his room.

Curious as to what her brother had to say, the nine-year-old did as requested and sat on his bed. "What pray-tell, has you in such a state, Lincoln?" inquired the little scientist.

Lincoln paced for a moment, rubbing his temples vigorously. "Listen," he began. "What I'm about to tell you is extremely serious and highly confidential. I don't want to do this, but I have to. So, I need you to promise that you'll keep everything I say private. I don't think I could live with myself if this got out, but I need help."

"Help with what?" Lisa asked with concern. "You're not making any sense."

"No, you have to promise first," demanded Lincoln, still trying to cut a path in the carpet.

"Alright," sighed Lisa, putting on her serious face. "I promise. Now, what is it?"

"Lisa..." he said, finally coming to rest in front of her, going to his knees. "Lily and I have been, well, we've been in a relationship since she was five, and last night, we..." he got out before his throat closed up on him, nearly choking him, "...we finally had sex, and it made me feel like I'd ruined her. I need help. Please? Can't you do something?"

Lisa immediately regretted having made her promise. It would've been much easier on her to turn him over to their parents and let them deal with the matter. Though, she was a woman of her word and put her mind to the task of figuring out how best to help her brother. Unfortunately, she couldn't think of anything.

"Lincoln, I'm glad you came to me with this instead of letting it continue," she told him. "However, there is little I can do. What you feel toward her is a product of how your corpus callosum developed and is entirely unalterable. I suppose I could synthesize a suppressant, but that might have side effects. Then, you must consider how Lily might react to such an abrupt halt in your relationship."

"What are you talking about?" quipped Lincoln through his tears. "I don't know what a 'corpse colosseum' is, and I don't care. I just need help. Please?" he begged.

Now, Lisa was never the emotional type, let alone romantic. She'd gone out of her way to seclude that side of herself, to the point of being near Vulcan in nature. However, there was something in Lincoln's pleas that moved her. However, she was not entirely without longings of her own.

"You must really love her if you're willing to ask me for help with this," she observed. "But I have to wonder if there's something more to it. You seem entirely frightened."

"There is," Lincoln admitted, despite his reluctance. "It's not just Lily. Yes, she's special, and I'm in love with her, but I'm generally attracted to young girls. I'm afraid things might get out of control."

"What about me?" asked Lisa, shocking Lincoln, not expecting such a reply.

Lincoln stared at her through his tears. How could she possibly ask such a question as he sat crying before her? It didn't make any sense. But, if she were to help him, he needed her to trust him. And so, he replied honestly.

"Yes," he sighed, burying his face in his hands. "You too. And Lucy, Lana, and Lola as well. Lisa, what am I going to do?"

While Lisa was intelligent and logical, she wasn't entirely emotionally dead. Sure, she stifled that part of her psyche, but it raised its ugly head every once in a while. When it did, Lisa resorted to self-stimulation to beat the urges into submission. What she didn't count on, however, was feeling empathy for her brother and coming to a difficult decision.

Sadly, she stared at him, sobbing at her feet, and something snapped inside her. "Lincoln," she said softly. "I can't help you in the way that you want. I'm sorry, but it's not biologically possible." She then paused to let the severity of the situation settle in Lincoln's brain. "However, seeing as you're not inclined to seek professional help, I could assist in another way."

"Yes!" barked Lincoln, holding his hands together in front of him. "Anything, please!"

"It seems to me that Lily, being the 'baby' of the family, has given birth to your feelings of guilt," she announced, uncertainly committing to her answer. "So maybe, if you had sex with me instead, at least feel better about yourself. After all, I'm intelligent enough to know what I'm doing."