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Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 3

While Lincoln had partially prepared for the worst, the answer he received was far beyond anything he could have ever imagined. He was begging for help alleviating his desires. It wasn't an open invitation to sleep with him. And Lisa's statement stunned him. How did she expect to help him feel better about himself?

"What?" gasped Lincoln, wiping the excess tears from his face. "How can you say that?" he asked, clinging to the hope that this was only a test of his resolve and that his sister had a plan up her sleeve.

"Listen," demanded Lisa, adjusting her glasses. "Please do not misunderstand. I am not attracted to you, much less in love with you. But, the fact is, I am not like the rest of you. I will likely never have a boyfriend, marry, or have children. And, despite what many of you think, I have particular desires, too. They came along with my advanced intelligence; you might say," she told him, explaining her reasoning. "Intellect and knowledge invoke self-awareness, and I can assure you, I am quite self-aware."

"Yes, but..." whimpered Lincoln, beginning to regret ever having come to her for aid.

"Lincoln," whispered Lisa. "You need this as badly as I do. And unlike Lily, I know exactly what I'm doing. There would be nothing to feel guilty about. I don't know any other way to help, Lincoln. It's either this or informing our parents and letting them handle it. Besides, I might know something about sex that you don't. Interested?"

"I don't know, Lisa, I..." sighed Lincoln, the torrent of tears finally subsiding. "It's just..."

Pressing her lips together, Lisa understood Lincoln's hesitation lay in her being yet another sister. He was afraid to take the next step. But she wasn't and decided to give him the incentive Lincoln needed. Lisa quietly locked Lincoln's door, and before she turned around, she undressed as he looked on, unable to move. Finally, she turned and faced her brother.

Lincoln looked at his little sister as if seeing her for the first time. Seeing her standing there, straight as a board, with only the slightest bumps for breasts, sent his body into overload. She still had no pubic hair, though her pink folds seemed to part on their own, and they glistened with hints of bodily fluids, and something inside Lincoln broke.

Standing purposefully, he picked her up under her arms, tossed her roughly onto the bed, pulled her to the edge by her hips, and lifted her legs to her chest. Then, as she took hold of her legs, he dropped his pants and underwear, and already hard, he lined himself up and pushed into her, causing her to moan lightly.

"Oh, God," Lincoln sighed as he watched himself enter his sister repeatedly and with great force and speed. He seemed unable to control himself, not that he would've tried. Lincoln didn't even care that she wasn't in love with him and was only using him to serve her interests. He only cared that he was fucking a gorgeous pre-pubescent girl.

Maybe it was the taboo that forged his desires. Perhaps there was something inherently wrong with him. As much as he enjoyed the act, he knew he'd fall to self-pity again later. But for now, he focused on the thing that drove him, plowing his little sister. And soon, he felt himself tighten and unloaded himself into her without even giving her a chance to refuse.

"Fuck, yes..." groaned Lisa as Lincoln coated her insides with his seed. "That's the stuff. So much better than Lori's old dildo," she whispered, reaching up for Lincoln.

When Lincoln leaned in, Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. Then, once she relinquished her hold on him, she smiled. "Any time, any place, Lincoln," she added.

Lisa was right about one thing. He certainly did feel less guilty about what he'd done. However, Lincoln wasn't sure if it was because Lisa was older and knew what she was doing or because his guilt spread across the two sisters. Either way, he could get dressed and leave the room without breaking down again, which was a start.

Lisa lay on his bed for a moment after he left, gently palming her crotch. "Much bigger, too," she whispered to herself. "God, that was good," Lisa added a moment later. Then, looking around Lincoln's room, she sighed and scolded herself for lying to him like that. The truth was that Lisa had her eye on her brother for some time, being the only male in her life. And finally, she dressed, left the room, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

For most of the following year, Lincoln alternated between loving encounters with Lily and all-out sex with Lisa. He never executed the promise he made himself to break things off with Lily, and balancing the two became quite the feat. Keeping them secret nearly drove him insane, but somehow, he managed.

Then one night, after Lily had snuck into Lincoln's room for some cuddle time, she got careless and made some noise upon leaving. When Lisa rose and saw that Lily was not in bed, she immediately looked toward Lincoln's room. Throwing off her covers, she angrily made her way to his room and walked in unannounced.

"What are you doing, Lincoln?" she whimpered, with both concern and hurt. "I thought you were going to end it!"

"What's she talking about, Lincoln?" gasped Lily, mid-stroke on top of her brother.

"You don't know?" spat Lisa, damaged and betrayed. "We've been sleeping together for the past year! I offered myself to him to get him to stop sleeping with you!"

"Is this true?" asked Lily, tears in her eyes as she pulled off her brother and sat up.

Lincoln could close his eyes. "Fuck..." he moaned with no other recourse than the truth. "Yes, it's true. But I never intended to break up with you. I'm in love with you. It's just, I crave sex with girls your age so much, and she offered herself. I mean, what's the harm? She isn't in love with me and was only helping me cope with it all."

"You're such a Chad!" Lisa insulted him. "How could you not see it? I lied, alright? I'm in love with you!"

"What?" gasped Lincoln and Lily both.

And just as Lincoln's guilt began to return, Lily suggested something that changed his entire outlook. "Well, okay, then," Lily said in her sweet innocent tone. "Come on..." she said, waving her sister onto the bed.

"What?" whispered Lisa, not believing what she'd heard. "You want me to join you?"

"Sure," interjected Lincoln. "I mean, we're already screwed up as is. How much worse could it get?"

Smiling, Lisa stripped and happily slipped into bed beside her sister.

A couple of months passed, and Lincoln's seventeenth birthday came and went as the trio spent most of their free time together, exploring each other's bodies. Yet, Lincoln still had eyes mainly for Lily, and Lisa knew it, though it didn't bother her. As long as he gave her what she wanted, she didn't care.

Then one night, as they lay in bed after Lincoln had, quite literally, fucked all four of their holes sore, red, and puffy, Lisa asked a heavily weighted question. "Whatever happened with the others?" she asked. "You did tell me you like Lucy, Lana, and Lola, too. Right?"

"I still think about them," he admitted, having grown comfortable around the two of them. "But they might be old enough to know better. I don't know how they'd react. I mean, what if they refuse and say something?"

"You have a point there," Lisa said, sighing. "I only hate seeing you not get what you want. What if I did a little digging and found out for you?"

"Me, too!" chirped Lily. "I could see if Lola was interested, and Lisa can ask Lana. Separately, of course. We don't want to raise suspicion if the same person asks and they talk."

"What about Lucy?" asked Lincoln, not wanting to leave any of his little angels out.

"One thing at a time," hushed Lisa. "First the twins, then Lucy, alright?"

"Okay," sighed Lincoln, "but be careful."

It took an entire week for Lisa and Lily to get any reasonable time alone with their targets, but eventually, they corned each. The twins spent most of their together and were only occasionally in disparate locations. Lisa approached Lana while playing in the mud while Lily sidled beside Lola while primping at her vanity.

"Hey, Lana," Lisa said, announcing her presence. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know," sighed the dirtball. "Just having fun."

"You know," whispered Lisa, kneeling and keeping her voice low. "I can think of something more fun to do naked than playing in the mud."

"Oh?" gasped Lana, sitting up, her bare ass nestled in the goopy mud. "I bet you can't."

"Really?" smiled Lisa. "Have you ever heard of something called sex?"

Despite turning bright red and smiling goofily, she nodded. "I'm twelve, you doofus. Of course, I know what sex is. Besides, I've known since I was little, what with all my critters. Why?"

"What if I told you I know someone who'd love to fuck you non-stop," she posed. "No questions asked. But only if you keep it a secret."

"Who?" asked Lana, squinting her eyes at her sister. "It isn't you, is it?"

"Heh," laughed Lisa surprisingly flattered. "No, it's not me. Though, I wouldn't mind joining you as a group. But before I tell you who it is, you must promise to keep it a secret, even if you decline. Remember, I have surveillance tapes of everything you've ever done."

Lana considered the offer for a few moments, drawing little circles in the mud. On the one hand, she'd always wanted to have sex. On the other hand, what if she didn't like the person Lisa mentioned? In the end, the pros outnumbered the cons. Still, she had one primary concern.

"I don't know..." Lana muttered. "I mean, I'm not like most girls. I like things others don't."

"I forgot to mention," Lisa said, knowing her sister better than she knew herself. "He loves anal sex, probably more than vaginal. And I bet he'd even be willing to get a little dirty now and again."

"Hell, yeah," exclaimed Lana, slapping the mud beside her, accidentally getting some on Lisa. "I'm in! Now, who is it! I have to know!"

"Lincoln," Lisa whispered in Lana's ear. "He's been doing me for over a year, and Lily since she was five."

"What?" gasped Lana, her mouth hanging open. "And I'm just now hearing about this? Oh, my, God," she whimpered. "All that time wasted!" she complained, finally standing and heading into the house.

"Wait, where are you going?" called Lisa from where she still sat.

"To get cleaned up," Lana called back. "I have a date with destiny."

"Hi!" chirped Lily as she walked into the twin's room. "Getting dolled up again, I see. You know, you really are a cutie."

"Awe," cooed Lola, having mellowed a little by the time she turned twelve. "That's very nice of you to say. Thank you. You're cute as a button, too. But, those clothes..."

Lily had always been rather casual and preferred simple jeans and an old white tee-shirt, which seemed to stay stained regardless of how often her mother washed it.

"It's a shame, though," Lily sighed, saying nothing more.

"What is?" asked Lola as she applied some blush to her cheeks.

"All that makeup and nobody to show it off to," replied Lily. "Don't you ever dream about getting swept off your feet, falling in love, and having the man of your dreams make passionate love to you?"

Lola raised a brow. "Of course, I do. I'm only surprised you do, too. Let's face it. You're not exactly girlfriend material."

"Now, what's that supposed to mean?" quipped Lily, putting her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know I'm doing better than you! At least I have a boyfriend, and I've had him since I was five. So, nyah!"

"Really?" gasped Lola, furrowing her brows. "Am I really that out of touch with my sisters?"

"Yeah, and to think, I was going to make you an offer you couldn't refuse," Lily exclaimed. "But now, I think I'll keep things to myself. I always did like one-upping you."

"Okay, hold up now," griped Lola, holding one hand up. "What's this big secret, anyway? And how does it one-up me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" teased Lily, sticking her tongue out at her. "But I might tell you if you can keep it a secret. I mean, seriously. You can't tell anyone, ever."

"Yeah, sure," agreed Lola without thinking about it. She always was a sucker for a secret. "I promise. What is it?"

"I've been having sex with someone since I was five," Lily whispered in Lola's ear. "And now, he wants you, too."

Lola's face went blank, and her eyes formed perfect little circles while her mouth became a small straight line. "What?" she finally whispered breathlessly. "Who? I have to know!"

"Remember, it's a secret, and I know all about the rumors going around school," Lily cooed. "So, if I tell you and you blab, you're going down."

"I don't care!" belted Lola. "Tell me already! I'm getting wet just from the anticipation! I mean, someone wants me, even though I'm a hassle? Please, tell me now!"

"Lincoln," Lily whispered in her ear.

"Seriously?" gasped Lola. "You're not fucking with me, are you?"

Lily shook her head. "Nope, and he's waiting for you in his room."

"Alright," chirped Lola, rising to leave. "But if you're messing with me, I'll pound you good!"

As Lana was in the shower, Lola arrived first, and much to her surprise and joy, he accepted her immediately. And while Lana bathed, Lincoln and Lola consummated their newfound relationship. Twice. And when Lana finally entered, she was taken aback to see Lily, Lisa, and Lola all piled on his bed. Welcoming her to their little group, Lincoln spent the next thirty minutes working Lana's ass before moving on to the main event.

Another month passed as Lincoln's attention got spread even further apart. It was challenging to recall who he was supposed to be with at any given time, and though Lincoln made a few mistakes, screwing the wrong sister, none of them balked at him. And it became well known among them that Lily was his pride and joy. Neither Lola nor Lana argued. After all, it was Lily that invited them into the small soiree.

At this point in their lives, Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, and Lynn, had all moved out, either going to college or getting a job and a place of their own. There was nobody left to hide from except Lucy and their parents. And while their parents worked a lot, saving for their retirement now that half their children were grown and the other half could take care of themselves, the former could present a problem.

Lucy was a matter unto herself. Always independent, always the loner. None of them had ideas about bringing her into the fold. They discussed it for weeks and never got any closer to a solution, save Lincoln outright asking her. But that wouldn't fly, especially if she were inclined to refuse.

Then, one weekend, their father announced he would be attending a culinary seminar in California and had asked their mother to come along. Lincoln immediately agreed to manage the house while they were gone, and everyone agreed, including Lucy, who remained clueless about what was happening.

Of course, Lucy had her suspicions, though they were entirely wrong, thinking drugs were involved, and who cared about that? If only she hadn't outgrown the vents all those years ago, maybe she'd know what her siblings were doing all the time. But, as far as she cared, the more time they spent together, the more time she had to herself.

At some point during their relationship, Lincoln had perverted his sisters. Perhaps they merely fed off his desires, or maybe they had always been as weird as he was. Whatever the reason, reasonable conversations soon gave way to more devious talk, and the suggestion of asking her came up again. Only, they had a backup plan, just in case.

And as sick as he'd become, Lincoln agreed without hesitation. Making his way to Lucy's room with his sisters in tow, he knocked softly on the door while his sisters remained hidden to either side. His prick hardened at the thought of what was to come. Either way, he'd get satisfied.

"Come in," called Lucy. "It's open."

Lincoln walked in casually and sat on the edge of her bed, looking into her eyes. "Lucy," he cooed. "I hope this doesn't sound too forward, but I think you're hot, and I know how much you enjoy the taboo. So, I wanted you to know that I'm here for you."

"What are you talking about?" muttered Lucy, aggravated that he'd managed to lose her place in her book.

"Sex, Lucy," he whispered. "I love you and want to have sex with you."

"What?!" she gasped, ducking out of her bed and coming to her feet. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she yelled before Lincoln's hand moved over her mouth.

And at Lucy's rejection, his sisters appeared. Lincoln grabbed her around the waist while Lana and Lola handled one leg each, and together they forced Lucy onto the floor. And though she was fourteen and relatively filled out, she still hadn't the strength to fight off a child on each arm and leg. And despite her struggle and the tears in her eyes, she never once screamed for help.

After having spent her entire life as silent as possible, maybe she wasn't capable. She didn't know. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was about to get raped, and there was little she could do about it. Fully captive, she could only watch as her brother stripped, knelt, and lifted her skirt above her waist. And after pulling her panties off, Lincoln hovered over her and pushed into her with great force.

For the next several minutes, Lincoln abused Lucy as his other sisters watched in glee. And slowly, Lucy began to relax, her body betraying her. She hadn't asked for any of this, but her dark side called to her, and after Lincoln came inside her, she began undulating in time with him, bringing him to a second, mutually enjoyed climax.

"Fuck..." groaned Lucy as her siblings released her limbs and backed off. "That was amazing, Lincoln," she whimpered. "Why didn't you do this earlier?"

"Heh," chuckled Lincoln. "Because you probably would've fought back then too, and I didn't have enough support back then. So, what do you say? You in?"

"Fuck yes, I'm in," declared Lucy, struggling to get her top off as she lay on the floor.

"Girls," Lincoln nodded. "Help her out, would you?"

And the six had non-stop sex for the next two days, only taking a break when Lincoln needed to shower after pleasing Lana's more erotic and disgusting tastes. They had the time of their lives, enjoying every moment with each other. That is until the unthinkable happened. Their parents came home early and walked in on the lot of them gathered around Lincoln like sex slaves.