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

Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 6

Lincoln's mind reeled. Not one day home from prison, and his mettle was getting tested. It was one thing to stare at the little cutie from the window. But to have her standing in front of him, her supple little nipple drawing his attention, was another. And to make matters worse, she thought he was cute. How would he ever return to somewhat ordinary life with this kind of pressure?

Unconsciously, he licked his lips, staring right at her small pink areola, and swallowed. "Uh, thanks?" he muttered. Then, against his better judgment, he complimented her back. "You're pretty cute, too," he said, booping her on the nose. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm six," Hannah replied, proudly presenting three fingers on one hand and four on the other. Then, after mentally counting them, she put one finger down. "But..." she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not cute. I'm ugly. Everyone says so. Even my mommy and daddy."

"Well, they're idiots, then," Lincoln replied as Lily fetched a pack of Winston 100's from the coffee table, packed it lightly on the palm of her hand, pulled one out, and lit it. "Trust me. You're more than pretty. You're beautiful."

"Really?" Hannah squealed, swaying slightly and turning red.

"Mmhm," Lincoln hummed. "Why, I bet you have all the boys drooling over you."

Giggling, Hannah lowered her gaze a little, turning even redder. "Not really," she admitted. "They all think I'm trash."

"Well," sighed Lincoln as Lily smiled at him and exhaled a plume of smoke. "You know what they say; one man's trash is another man's treasure."

But before Hannah could react, another knock sounded upon the front door, interrupting their conversations. Lily rose and answered the door. It was the delivery boy with their order, and after Lily thanked and paid him, she accepted the food and carried it to the kitchen table.

"Dinner's ready!" she called once she'd emptied the bags onto the table and opened the rice buckets.

Hannah must have been extremely hungry as she raced to the kitchen, pulled out the nearest chair, and took her seat. And though it took a moment, she noticed something slimy and wet on her hand. Holding her hand to her face, she sniffed it, drew back, then sniffed it again.

"What is this?" she asked the two adults. "It was on my chair, and it smells delicious," she said, sniffing it again. And while Lincoln coughed, Lily stammered, unsure what to say, reaching for a hand towel instead. But as she was about to hand it to Hannah, the little girl stuck out her tongue and tasted the substance. "It is delicious. What is it?"

"I'll let you handle this one, Lils," Lincoln said, coughing under his breath again. "After all, it's your mess."

"D-don't worry about it, honey," Lily said, nervously wiping Hannah's hand. "It's n-nothing."

Dismissing the event, Hannah dug into whatever miss Lily put on her plate, devouring it instantly, and taking his cues from his sister, Lincoln remained silent about the whole thing. However, he was entirely amused at Lily's lack of composure, knowing Hannah had just tasted his favorite meal and had liked it.

It wasn't long before dinner was over, and the trio retired to the living room, sitting down to watch more children's programming. Hannah settled between her friend and the man she'd just met. He seemed nice enough but was too quiet, so she decided to learn more about him.

"So, mister Lincoln," she prodded, Looking up at him. "Do you like this show? I mean, it's for kids, and I've never seen a grown-up watching it."

"Well," he began, looking down at the girl, her enticing little nipple appearing again. "I've never seen it before today," he said. "But yes, the girls in it are cute."

"Do you like little girls?" asked Hannah, perhaps not wording her question in the best of ways.

Lincoln coughed again. "I like you, don't I?" he eventually responded, trying with difficulty not to tell her what he really wanted to say.

"Hey, Hannah," Lily interjected, getting the girl's attention. "Why do you show off some of your gymnastics for him. I think he'd like that."

"Sure," chirped Hannah, getting up and pushing the coffee table toward the television, making room for her stunts.

Lincoln stared in awe as Hannah displayed her talents, and as she progressed through her repertoire, he had to reach into his robe and adjust his positioning to accommodate his engorged cock.

First, she did some cartwheels, revealing her entire chest, and Lincoln finally saw just how skinny the girl was. Second, Hannah brought one leg up to her chest without bending it and held it there. Then, she did the same thing with the other leg. Next, Hannah sat on the floor, spread her legs a bit, and laid flat between them without difficulty. Finally, she sat up and tried to do a full split for him, but her jeans caught her legs.

"Sorry..." she apologized. "It's my pants. They get in the way."

"So?" Lincoln offered, his common sense evaporating. "Take them off. They look like they're too big for you anyway."

"Okay," chirped the little girl as she stood and shimmied out of her pants, which didn't take much. Hannah then dropped to the floor again, doing a complete split. Her tiny legs formed a straight line across the floor, and her buttocks rested against the carpet. "Tada!"

Lincoln stared at Hannah's puffy little mound through the panties full of holes, and he nearly lost it right there. But Lily had his back. "Okay, Hannah," Lily cooed. "That's enough. You can put your pants back on."

"That's what my parents always say," griped Hannah, looking sour. "Put your pants on!" she added, mimicking her parents as she retook her seat and returned to the show. "So, what'd you think?"

"I..." stammered Lincoln, entirely in a state of delirium. "I loved it," he muttered mindlessly. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I mean, your pussy was so..." he said before catching himself. "N-nevermind," he said, going silent.

"Well," sighed Lily, removing her hand from inside her robe. "Let's just sit and watch the show until your folks get home, huh?"

"Alright," replied Hannah, gazing over at miss Lily as she put her fingers in her mouth. And looking closer, she noticed they were wet and slimy, just like the stuff on her chair. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the vaginal secretions on Lily's fingers.

"N-nothing," Lily whimpered, enjoying her taste. "Just watch the show."

"Uh-uh," quipped Hannah, determined to find out what the substance was. "Are you hiding something under there?" she asked, whipping open Lily's robe. And before Lily could react, Hannah discovered where it had come from. "Wait..." Hannah declared, something settling in her brain. "That's what we taste like?" she said, staring at Lily's glistening mound.

"Uh, yeah," Lily said weakly. "But you can't tell your folks about this, okay?"

"Yes," replied Lincoln sternly. "Please? If they knew you'd seen Lily naked or had tasted her, they have us put in jail or worse."

"Psh," spat Hannah, still staring at miss Lily's crotch, despite it now being covered. "I don't tell them anything. It's not like they care about me anyway. But..."

"But what?" asked Lincoln nervously, leaving the couch and kneeling before the hot little tart. "What is it? We'll do anything."

"It'd help if I got another taste," Hannah said shyly, expecting to get told no, but eager enough to ask.

"What?" gasped Lily, sitting up and staring at Hannah. "You want more?"

"Mmhm," replied the little girl. "It was so tasty! Yummy in the tummy!"

"U-uh..." muttered Lily with apprehension as she slowly moved the wings of her robe aside and parted her legs for Hannah. "O-okay, but only a little."

Hannah wasted no time as she sat on her knees between Lily's legs. Then, leaning in, she began licking her exposed labia and eventually worked her way between them, feasting on Lily's fluids. Finally, Hannah pulled away and licked her lips. "Thanks, miss Lily!" she chirped. "That was so good. Now I know why daddy is always licking mommy."

"Wait," exclaimed Lincoln, unsure if he heard right. "You're parents have sex in front of you?"

"Mmhm," hummed the girl as she stood, still licking her lips.

"H-have they ever had sex with you?" Lincoln asked the little girl, anticipating her answer.

"Nope," Hannah sighed. "It looks fun, and I've asked before, but they keep telling me to go away, calling me a weirdo." Then, remembering his slip earlier, she got an idea. "Hey!" she chirped, looking up at Lincoln. "You wanna see it?"

"See what?" Lincoln responded, unsure what Hannah meant.

"You know," Hannah said again, pointing both hands toward her pants. "It! You sure seemed to like staring at it when I did my split."

Lincoln immediately retreated into his own world, momentarily out of time and space. Unsure if the cosmos had it out for him or not, he struggled with his conflicting emotions. The sexy little girl before him probably had a rudimentary knowledge of what she was doing. However, that wasn't enough to make an informed decision, and Lincoln knew it. At least, that's what his therapists kept telling him.

Yet, his experience with his sisters told him otherwise, and everything inside him screamed out to take the girl here and now. Shaking, he turned to Lily for guidance but found little, as she merely sat there, smoking her cigarette with her hand down her robe, grinning madly at what unfolded before her.

Then, something inside Lincoln broke, the last bastion of decency he had got sundered in two. "Yes!" he said with glee on his face. "I'd love to see your little pussy, and your ass too! I bet they're as delicious as my sisters!"

"Okay!" chirped Hannah as she turned and pulled the coffee table back into place. Then, after removing her shirt, she let her pants drop again, along with her panties. She then sat on the coffee table and laid back, bringing her legs up to her chest, just as she'd done before, and Lincoln could no longer control the monster that he was.

Leaning forward, he pulled her toward the edge with his hands hooked under her hips and nearly consumed the little girl as he lapped at her folds and prodded at her little hole with his tongue. And Hannah didn't bat an eye, giving in to the new sensation, moaning quietly as miss Lily squatted on her face, dripping wet with Hannah's new favorite snack.

Soon, Lincoln had worked himself into a frenzy as he continued his oral assault on Hannah's cunt and anus, which, as expected, was far from clean, stopping only after he'd thoroughly cleaned her. Then, he stood, piling a few of the couch cushions on the floor to give him more height, and lined his swollen cock up with her pussy.

"Hannah?" he breathed heavily, panting as he did. "I know it might hurt at first, but can I fuck you? Please? I need this so badly, and you're so fucking hot I can't stand it!"

"Mmhm," murmured the little girl from between Lily's cheeks as she braced herself for whatever came next.

And with her reply, Lincoln released his tension, plowing thoroughly into the little girl, stretching her tiny hole in one massive thrust. Hannah only cried out for a few moments as the skin around her entrance tore slightly, and he began rocking back and forth. Lily managed to muffle the sound of her pleas, stifling them with her vaginal offerings.

Hannah squeezed her eyes tightly and clawed at her legs as she held them, bearing the pain, knowing how happy sex made her parents. And concentrating on the deliciously moist slit pressing against her face, the pain eventually began to subside. And finally, once Lincoln had unloaded himself into the little girl, he collapsed onto the floor, pulling out of her, and Lily stood to inspect the damage.

"Not too bad," Lily cooed, kneeling and looking at the wide gaping hole Lincoln had left in the little girl. "A nice bath and a good night's sleep, and you'll be good as new. And next time, it won't hurt."

Panting heavily, Hannah lay there, basking in the odd mixture of pain and pleasure she'd just endured, while Lily fetched a cold washrag with a large chuck of freezer ice in it. "Here," Lily said, handing it to her. "This will help."

If there were any reservations in Lily's mind, they were now gone. She had slipped into the quagmire that Lincoln had forged, and she loved it. She so desperately loved it and craved more of the little girl's pleasures.

But Lily knew from experience that Hannah would have to rest a few days before she healed completely. And when she had, Lily planned on inviting her over every day for more fun and games.

"That was neat!" Hannah said as her breath returned to her. "Can we do it again?"

"No, honey," Lincoln said, cleaning himself of Hannah's blood and fastening his robe around him. "You need a few days of rest before doing that again. But once the swelling goes down. You can come over any time and get some, okay? As long as you keep it a secret."

"Okay," chirped Hannah, sitting up and inspecting the towel. "It looks like it's stopping. But it still hurts a little."

"Alright, Hannah," cooed Lily, seeing headlights coming up the road. "It's time to get dressed again. Your parents are almost here," she said, helping the little girl back into her clothes. "There," she said, smiling. "Good as new."

"I love you, guys," Hannah cooed, hugging Lily while looking lovingly at Lincoln. "Are we boyfriends and girlfriends now?" she asked merrily.

"Heh," chuckled Lincoln. "You could say that. But don't. Don't actually say that. It's a secret, remember?"

Smiling, Hannah pinched her fingers and moved them along her mouth.

"Listen," Lily said, kneeling before Hannah. "Mister Lincoln and I have some things to do over the next few days. So we won't be around much," she informed her. "But we'll be back, alright? Then, you can come over again."

"And lick you some more while mister Lincoln fucks me?" she asked excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

"Absolutely," Lily replied. "And, who knows, maybe we'll show you other things too. But right now, you need to go home and stay quiet, okay?"

"Okay," sighed Hannah as her parents knocked on the door.

While Lincoln escorted himself out of the room, Lily showed Hannah to the door. "Hi, daddy. Hi, mommy," she chirped tiredly, yawning before continuing. "Did you have fun?"

"Sure *hic* did," Richard replied, so intoxicated that it was a miracle they'd made it home. "How 'bout you?"

"Meh," Hannah replied, shrugging and acting disinterested. "It was okay. We ate take-out, though. That was fun."

"Okay, goodnight," called Richard as he and his wife walked toward their trailer. "Thanks again."

"Yeah, no problem," returned Lily waving. "It was a pleasure. Anytime!"

Closing the front door and locking it for the night, Lily slid down onto the floor, her back against the door. "Holy shit..." she whispered as Lincoln returned to the room, "...what did we just do?"

"Oh, hell no," Lincoln muttered as he sat down with a bottle of Jack in hand. "You knew what you were getting us into when you started this," he said. "I was ready to try and live like normal people, despite how I felt," Lincoln continued, looking at her sternly. "But that's all over now. I know who I am. And the sooner you accept yourself for who you are, the sooner you'll find happiness in all this."

Lily rose and nestled on the couch beside Lincoln, stoking his chest through his robe. "You think so?" she purred. "It was pretty amazing."

"Amazing?" chirped Lincoln, smiling at her. "If you think that was good, wait until Hannah buries her fist inside one of your holes and starts pumping away. You'll cream yourself for days."

"Go on..." Lily insisted, the monster within her rising as she bit her lip listening to her brother.

"I could," yawned Lincoln, stretching his arms over his head and dropping one around Lily. "But maybe another time. I'm exhausted. What do you say we turn in?"

Lily sighed but relented. "Sure," she agreed reluctantly. "We do have a lot to do over the next few days," she continued, reminding him of his plan. "We need to see how many of our family members you can reconcile with. And hopefully, get back together with some of them, if not all."

"I was only going for reconciliation," he admitted, rising and heading for Lily's room, the only other room in the house. "But, that sounds even better."

And as the two got in bed and snuggled up together, entirely nude, Lily sighed deeply. "I guess that's it, then," she said. "We're just two sick pedophiles."

"Heh," chuckled Lincoln. "I guess so. And if. like me, you like preteens and post-pubescent teens too, then we're also ephebophiles and hebephiles."

"Yackety-shmackety," replied Lily, not interested in the technical terminology. "We like fucking kids. That's all we need to know."

"Good night, Lincoln," cooed Lily, yawning deeply, wrapping her small arms around her brother's chest.

"Good night, Lily," returned Lincoln, closing his eyes, finally sleeping in a comfortable bed for once.

"I can't believe they wasted good money on take-out, just for you," declared Richard, as he backhanded Hannah once they were inside their house. "Get your ass in bed, and pray they don't start refusing to look after you! Because you'll regret it if they do."

"Richard..." groaned Barb, who was looking rather sickly. "I think I'm going to throw up again," she announced before spilling her guts onto the floor.

"Hannah!" called Richard. "Take care of this shit while I get your mother in bed. Then go to sleep!"

"Yes, daddy," replied Hannah, thinking of the day when she no longer had to deal with her horrible parents and move in with Lily and Lincoln. Who knew, maybe they'd adopt her, then they could be with each other forever.

After mopping up her mother's mess, she went to her room, closed the door, and crawled into bed. Thinking of Lily and Lincoln and all the fun they'd had that night, despite her sore pussy, she whispered, "I love you guys so much."