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

Note: Before Lincoln and Lily begin their quest, he and Lily need to spend some time together, and Lincoln's resolve gets tested.

Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 5

After picking up drive-through at Burpin' Burger, Lily stopped by the local Wal-Mart, where she worked as a cashier and picked up some things for Lincoln, using her employee discount. The items included haircare and shaving supplies, toiletries, a few new outfits, and a pair of sneakers. She found most of the things Lincoln liked, but there were no orange polos for some reason.

Keeping Lincoln indoors without going mad from boredom would be tricky, but she had some ideas on how to do that. Stopping by the pharmacy before leaving, she strolled down the isles, browsing the condoms. Not knowing how big he was now, she got a better idea and picked up a few pregnancy tests instead.

While standing in line at the register, she momentarily considered returning the tests and getting condoms instead. After all, she wasn't sure if Lincoln had changed his ways. Sure, he still loved her, and she knew it. But that didn't mean his attraction to young girls had disappeared. And even if it had, she had to consider her own feelings.

As is common among incest and molestation survivors, they often develop an interest in the young, and so it was with Lily. Constant exposure to her sibling's naked bodies during group sex and seeing how much Lincoln coveted them had a lasting impact on Lily. However, she managed to keep her libido in check and her yearnings secret.

How long she could continue to do so was a matter of contention. Having Lincoln living with her, especially if he still felt cravings for deliciously young girls, would exponentially complicate things. Then there was the question of whether or not she could keep herself in check, should he prove to be remorseful.

Part of her wanted to push for normalcy and keep Lincoln to herself. The other, a much bigger calling, desired children of their own so that they could raise them in a sexually open household. And for the past twelve years, she thought of little else while masturbating wherever she was at any given moment.

Finally, Lily pulled into a trailer park on the outskirts of town, and after parking in front of her old, used trailer, she turned off the car and got out. "Are you coming, Lincoln?" she asked, yanking Lincoln from his daydreams.

"Huh?" he said, averting his eyes from the group of little girls playing in the yard a few houses down. "Oh, right," he muttered, grabbing some of the bags. "Right behind you."

There were three girls in all. One was a chunky little Mexican girl, another was a tall black girl, possibly the leader of their small pack, and the last one was a petite blonde who looked destitute, and it was her that piqued Lincoln's interest. Her hair was unbrushed and looked like nobody had washed it in weeks. Her pale skin was just as bad, and her clothes hung off her body, several sizes too big.

Lincoln shrugged off the incident and followed his little sister into her home, and he had to blink a few times to ensure he saw things correctly. He always imagined Lily having the cutest home, nicely decorated and clean beyond measure. But what he saw instead were ashtrays, old beer cans, and not a trace of orderliness.

It wasn't that her home was trashy. However, it was entirely disorganized. Dirty clothes lay everywhere, old dishes sat on nearly every surface, and the carpet hadn't gotten vacuumed in some time. None of it bothered Lincoln too much, though. He'd never kept an orderly room himself. But the old food had to go.

"Hey, Lils..." he called from the living room, noticing how dim the place was. "Why is it so dark in here?"

"Oh, well..." sighed Lily as she set her bags on the kitchen table and kicked off her shoes. "You know, I prefer being naked, and I don't want the neighbors calling the cops on me for indecent exposure. So, I put up black-out curtains on all the windows."

Lincoln nodded. "Naked, huh?" he replied, setting his bags on the table beside the others. "So, you're like a nudist now or something? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"Not exactly," Lily responded, smiling at him as she pulled off the ratty black Metallica tee she wore and unzipped her tattered jeans. "I masturbate a lot. And, I mean, a lot!"

"Nice!" cooed Lincoln. "Do I get to watch?"

"Honey..." Lily cooed back, slipping out of her pants and tossing them to the floor. "Hopefully, you'll be doing much more than watching," she sneered deviously, pulling her socks off. "But first, you've got to do something about how you look."

"Oh yeah," muttered Lincoln, scratching the underside of his beard again. Then, grabbing the grooming and hygiene supplies from the bags, he asked, "So, where's the bathroom, anyway?"

"Down the hall to your left," explained Lily as she sensually began humping one of the nearest chair's back supports. "You can't miss it. But, hurry up!"

Eyeing his sister for a moment before leaving, he wondered what he'd gotten himself into. It was nice that she still loved him and seemed eternally horny. But he was trying his best to live normally. Sure, he hadn't changed and still entertained his cravings. Only he managed through mental imagery and masturbation. At least, that was his plan.

It took Lincoln nearly an hour and a half to rid himself of the tangled mass he called a beard, cut and shape his hair to the best of his ability, and shower. And though he attempted to clean up after himself, a lot of hair remained around the sink and floor. But given the state of the bathroom, he didn't bother.

Lily was not the cleaning type, Lincoln observed. The trash was overflowing with used tampons, wrappers, and other things he didn't recognize. Several pairs of dirty underwear lay piled in one corner by the door, and Lincoln couldn't help but pick one up. Holding it close to his nose, he drew in a deep breath.

Nearly inhaling the garment, his nose flooded with various scents that stimulated his nether region into a quick response. Stiffening quickly, he turned the panties inside out and placed them on the back of the toilet, then sat down, straddling the bowl as he worked one out before leaving without flushing. Lily didn't. Why should he?

When he finally returned to the kitchen to fetch his clothes, Lily was kneeling in front of the kitchen window, peering through the tiny space where the black-out curtain hung. Her hand was between her legs, vigorously rubbing herself, and she moaned softly.

"Oh, God, yes..." she cooed, unaware of Lincoln's presence behind her. "Do another cartwheel, please?" she begged quietly.

"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked as he knelt beside her, peering through the small space.

"Shit!" screeched Lily, coming to a stand, abandoning her habit. "Lincoln, you scared the crap out of me! Don't walk up on someone like that!"

"Uh, sorry?" he apologized, rubbing his head. "But if you need sex, I have the real thing right here," he said, standing before her, holding his clothes in his hands. "What were you looking at anyway?" he asked, leaning over again.

"No, Lincoln!" she cried, trying to pull him away from the window. "Don't!"

But it was too late. The blonde Lincoln had seen earlier was in her front yard, which also served as Lily's backyard, doing aerobics and acrobatics. And slowly, Lincoln put two and two together. The black-out curtains, the need to be nude, and the constant desire for sex. He was all too familiar with these things, and it all came together.

"Lily..." he said, rising and slowly turning on his sister. "Do you, you know, like her?"

Lily's conflicting anxieties caught up with her, and she collapsed into the nearest chair, the back support still wet from her assault earlier. "I..." she muttered, continuing only after swallowing with difficulty. "Yes. Oh, God, she's so hot! I could play with her little pussy all day..." she admitted as tears began forming in her already puffy eyes. "Do you hate me now?" she asked pitifully. "Are you going to turn me in?"

Lincoln stared in awe at his sister. Not only was she still in love with him, but she shared his perverted taste for young girls. Sitting across from her, he reached out and took her hands, causing her to gaze longingly into his eyes. His prison-provided therapist had warned him several times about what might become of his victims, and luckily for him, she was right.

"Oh, Lily..." he cooed. "I would never turn you in for something I'm guilty of, myself. I tried to fight it for years, and yes, there's a certain appeal to wanting a normal life. But I'm not normal, and neither are you. As I said earlier, I can't see what will happen in the future, but we have each other now. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know," whimpered Lily as she withdrew one hand and rested her head upon it, curling her fingers and staring longingly at the window. "All these years, it's been memories of you and one little tart after another, moving in and out of the neighborhood, ripping my heart apart."

"Well, does she know you like her?" Lincoln tentatively inquired.

"No," sighed Lincoln's distraught little sister. "I mean, she knows I like her, but only as friends. She doesn't know how badly I need her little body, though."

"I see," acknowledged Lincoln, sighing as he felt her pain. "I was there too once. Remember? I remember watching you play with your toys, spread eagle on the floor with your cute purple shorts slightly askew. And all I could do was rub myself through my jeans, hoping my erection would take care of itself. So, I know how you feel. It hurts, doesn't it?"

Lily only nodded, a silent crocodile tear running down her cheek.

Lincoln looked toward the window himself, sighing. "That's all over now, though. I'm here. You can talk to me openly about your desires, and we can sit and watch sitcoms on Nick, if that's still a thing, and drool over all the cuties while we please ourselves or while having sex. Hm? How about it? Wanna go watch some television?"

"Y-you'd do that with me?" Lily whimpered, wiping her nose and cheeks clear again. "I mean, it's not going to make things worse for you, is it?"

"Are you kidding me?" Lincoln laughed at his little sister's naivety. "I am what I am and probably always will be. I see no reason to hide it from you. Yes, I'm sorry I tricked you and raped Lucy," he apologized with sincerity this time, "but I can't apologize for falling in love with any of you or having sex with you at such a young age. You were all my little angels, and I loved being with you."

Lily smiled through her tears and snorted a little as she chuckled. "I'm happy to hear that because if I had to go through the rest of my life alone in this, I think I'd go insane."

Lincoln smiled back, grinning at her. "That was extremely cute," he said. "The way you snorted just now when you laughed. You should do that more often."

Thrilled to be herself, she did it again as she stood and fetched two new matching robes from one of the bags; one lavender and one orange. "Here, this is for you," she said, handing him the orange one. "Try it one before removing the tag," she added, trying her own on and ripping the tag free once she was satisfied.

"Thanks," said Lincoln, standing and following suit. "But if we're just going to run around naked, having sex all the time, what are these for?"

"In case someone comes to the door," Lily informed him. "It happens more than you'd think. I'm friends with a lot of the little girls around here. Though, I've never been sure why."

"It's hormonal," replied Lincoln authoritatively. "It's like they sense your desire to be around them, even though they don't understand why yet. It was the same with you and your sisters. Well, those younger than me anyway."

"Speaking of which," Lily prompted as she walked into the living room and turned on the television, changing the channel to Nick. "What about our older siblings?" she cautiously asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer or not. "Do you like them too?"

"Well..." sighed Lincoln as he entered and flopped onto the couch, the wings of his robe settling beside him. "I love them, and I'd undoubtedly fuck them. I mean, Lori's asshole must be huge and taste like heaven. But I'm not in love with them or anything."

"Since when did you like eating ass?" quipped Lily as she nestled onto the couch beside Lincoln. "I seem to recall Lana's tastes grossing you out. Yeah, I know. You did it to please her. But I could tell you weren't into it."

"Meh," sighed Lincoln, thinking back on it. "I was still a teen back then and afraid to admit that I'd grown to like it. Hell, I guess I have changed after all."

"What do you mean?" asked Lily, spitting in her hand and taking hold of Lincoln's slowly rising cock, massaging it with the expertise she'd earned in her youth.

"I mean, that little neighbor girl," he began, nodding toward the kitchen. "I saw her when we first drove up and almost nutted myself. I'd suck that dirty little ass until she shit, and I probably wouldn't care. I'd force it down and keep on going."

"Damn, Lincoln," Lily cooed, shuddering with delight. "Keep talking like that, and I just might have you test that theory on me," she said, teasing Lincoln as she whipped her leg over his lap, lining him up with her moist hole. "You just look at the darling little cunts on the screen while I have some fun."

"God, you're sick," Lincoln chuckled, grinning toothily at her. "And I love you even more for it," he added as they embraced and began their ritual dance on the dirty couch.

For the next two hours, they fucked until neither could take any more, and Lily finally rolled off of her brother, a long, thick trail of cum stretching between the two until it finally snapped. Breathing heavily, they stared into each other's eyes as the beating in their chests began to subside, holding hands tenderly.

"That was amazing, Lils," Lincoln whispered. "What a release. I needed that after all this time."

"Me too," breathed Lily, wiping some of the cum from her thigh and licking it off her finger. "If only we had a little girl, or two, or three, to share while doing that. Now that would've been genuinely amazing."

"Yeah," sighed Lincoln, patting her on the leg and standing up. "But that's just fantasy, you know. Otherwise, we'd end up in prison. I just left and have no plans to return."

"I know," nodded Lily mournfully. "But I can't help thinking about it."

Wrapping his robe around him and tying the belt, he leaned in, kissed his darling pervert, and then headed for the kitchen. "Think about it all you want, sweetie," he called. "Right now, I'm hungry as hell. What do you have in here anyway?"

"Ouch," said Lily, rising and fastening her robe as she followed her brother. "I forgot about food while I was at the store. How about we order something? My treat. What do you feel like having?"

"Hm," pondered Lincoln. "I could go for some Japanese. Is the Dragon Roll still open and delivering?"

"Yeah!" chirped Lily excitedly. "That sounds great! I'll put in an order for a couple of sample platters," she said, leaving to locate her phone.

Lincoln poured himself a cup of Mountain Dew and settled back onto the couch. Nick was currently showing an episode of a show he'd never heard of called Sisterhood From Scratch. From what he could tell, it was about three adopted girls, eight, ten, and twelve years old, and how they learn to get along and appreciate one another.

Lincoln watched appreciatively while Lily placed their order. And as she finished and sat beside him, the scene changed, showing the girls at the swimming pool in their skimpy bikinis, arguing about something. Of course, they couldn't tell what it was because the sound was off. Who needed sound while ogling little girls? And as they stared intently, slowly becoming aroused again, a soft knock sounded upon their door.

"Who's that?" inquired Lincoln nervously, despite knowing Lily would have no idea until she answered the door.

"I don't know," she replied, standing and heading for the door. "Let me see," she requested, ensuring their decency before answering the door.

"Hi, miss Lily!" chirped the little blonde from next door, handing her two twenty-dollar bills. "Mommy and daddy are going out again and want you to sit me. Is that okay? Here's the money they said to give you."

"Oh, Hannah..." sighed Lily, looking disappointed. "I don't know if tonight is such a good idea."

"But..." whimpered Hannah, looking back at their empty parking lot. "They've already left. What am I supposed to do now?"

Lily rolled her eyes and sighed. Her neighbors, Barb and Richard, didn't have the common sense God gave a rock. They did whatever they felt like doing and paid little to no attention to their daughter. Sadly, many of the couples in the park conducted themselves similarly, which is how Lily came to know all the neighborhood kids. Being single and never going on dates, she was the perfect candidate for their babysitting needs.

She briefly looked at Lincoln, who smiled and waved at Hannah. "Fine, come on in," she finally offered, hoping they could control themselves around their guest. "We just ordered dinner, but you're welcome to have some of ours. I hope you like Japanese food."

Hannah hustled into the house as it was growing dark out, and noticing Lincoln, she went and stood before him. The little girl had trouble keeping her pants up, and her oversized shirt hung so far off her right shoulder that her tiny nipple was exposed. Grinning goofily, she turned her head toward Lily, unaware of Lincoln's growing erection.

"Is this Lincoln?" she asked softly, pointing her adorable adolescent finger at him. "The brother you told me about?"

"Mmhm," hummed Lily, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.

Then, turning back toward Lincoln, Hannah smiled and began swaying. "You're right," she chirped, giggling. "He IS cute!"