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Demons and Angels

By Lola Presents

Chapter 7

Lincoln and Lily awoke the following day around nine in the morning, feeling refreshed and alive. They'd made it through the night, which meant Hannah had kept her silence as promised. Now, they had a daunting task to accomplish. At least, Lincoln did, facing his family. Part of him wanted to hold on to Lily as tight as possible and run far away. But then, who would be there for Hannah?

Still, come hell or high water, Lincoln fully intended to reunite his family. Though the chances were close to zero, he had to try. Even if he only managed to make amends with a few of them, it would be worth it. Of course, with them spread out, doing anything would be more problematic than initially thought.

"Good morning, love," cooed Lily, pecking her lover on the cheek, rousing him once her alarm sounded. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, rising and pulling on some fresh clothes and adjusting her hair in the mirror over her dresser.

"Do what?" yawned Lincoln, rolling over and staring at his sister's nude form until it disappeared into her clothes.

"Lincoln Albert," scolded Lily as she put on her socks and shoes. "I put in for a week of paid time off that I'd been saving to pick you up and let you try to fix things with the others. Don't tell me you've chickened out now?"

"Oh, right," muttered Lincoln as he rose and followed Lily's example. "I don't know," he replied, beginning to reconsider. "After Fred nearly killed me, I'm not sure it's a good idea anymore."

"Lincoln..." Lily argued softly, wandering behind him and wrapping herself around him from the back, feeling his chest as he stood there in his jeans. "They're family. They might be mad, even hate you. But deep down, they still love and care for you. They won't try to kill you," she reminded him, finally letting him go.

Lincoln sighed as he sat on the edge of Lily's bed, put on his light blue polo, donned his socks and shoes, and prepared to leave. "So, who are we seeing first? I mean, who still lives in this old town anyway?"

"Mom and dad do," informed Lily, going through the list in her head. "Then, there's Lana, who works at a garage, and Lisa, who works at the lab. The rest have all moved away. But don't worry. I have enough saved to get us around."

"Fine," muttered Lincoln, not looking forward to their task. "I guess we should see them youngest to oldest. That way, whoever we convince can help us sway mom and dad."

"That's not a bad idea," agreed Lily, grabbing her brown leather purse and set of keys. "I suppose we can go see Lisa first, then," she announced, heading out of her room.

Lincoln yawned, stretched, and followed his sister to her car. Lily's little trainer park was on the other side of town, and it took them nearly forty-five minutes to get to the lab where Lisa worked and another fifteen just getting a message through to her. Then, they wasted another ten minutes waiting for Lisa to greet them in the lobby.

Lisa walked in with a stoic expression, her white lab coat flowing behind her, and Lincoln peered up at her mournfully. She'd filled out nicely, with wide hips, a big butt, decent breasts, but maybe a little too big for his liking, a cherubic-like face, and long flowing brown hair, which hung forward over her shoulders.

"Lincoln," she said curtly, folding her arms in front of her. "Lily," she added, addressing her little sister. "I must admit that I'm somewhat surprised to see either of you here. Please, tell me what the nature of your visit is. I have more important things to do than reminisce."

"Please," begged Lincoln, rising and standing before her in a non-threatening pose. "Is there somewhere more private where we can talk?"

Lisa pressed her lips together and moved them oddly as she considered his request. Then, finally, she let her arms relax, dangling by her side as she turned. "Follow me," Lisa instructed, heading for the electronically sealed door. "Phillip, they're with me," she muttered to the guard as she unlocked the door and stepped through. And a few moments later, they sat before Lisa's desk in two well-crafted chairs.

Resting her elbows on her desk and touching her fingers, Lisa asked, "So, what do we have to discuss?" she inquired, staring with agitation at Lincoln. "You realize that I am no longer a pre-pubescent child, ill-equipped to satisfy you. Or have you merely come to taunt me in my grief."

"Grief?" implored Lincoln, not sure what she meant. "Anger, I would expect, but not grief. And, no, I didn't come here for that. I wanted to apologize to you. I should never have come to you for help or involved you in my lustful desires," he said humbly, interlocking his fingers on the desk.

Lisa kept listening, though her eyes began to water.

"Now, I know you're probably still mad at me after what your therapist might have said, and I'm willing to accept that. But if there's any chance of reconciliation, I'd appreciate a second chance. I did my time and have been through hell. Isn't that enough?"

At this point, Lisa collapsed backward into her oversized high-backed office chair, placing one hand on her temple, crocodile tears pouring from her ducts. "God damn you, Lincoln," she wept, furiously wiping her eyes, trying to constrain her emotions. "You don't have to apologize for anything. I should be the one apologizing. After all, this is all my fault," she cried into her hands.

"What are you talking about?" Lincoln asked, thoroughly nonplussed. "How could this be your fault? I'm the pervert here, not you!"

Lisa gazed up from her hands and looked pitifully at her siblings. How could they know? She never told them, after all. And, coming to a decision, Lisa began explaining. "Lincoln, Lily," she prompted through her tears. "Do you know why I got into science in the first place? I was in love with Lincoln long before he fucked you, Lily. But I couldn't handle the fact that I'd never be with him. I never once entertained the idea. Instead, I pushed my emotions away and looked for a way to rid myself of them."

"That's sad, Lisa, and I sincerely feel for you," Lincoln purred with honesty. "But how does that make this your fault?"

"Because, Lincoln," Lisa explained quietly and nearly out of breath. "You came to me for help, but I dismissed the possibility over the implausibility of success. I could have at least informed our parents and gotten you treatment. Instead, I gave in to my most primal emotions and joined you, further solidifying your perverseness. Now, I have to live with the guilt of what I did to you and what we did to our family, especially Lucy."

"I'm so sorry, Lisa," muttered Lincoln as he began to weep for his sister. "I never knew, and if I had, I never would've..."

"It doesn't matter anymore, Lincoln," sighed Lisa, wiping more of her tears away. "The past is the past, regardless of how much it hurts."

"But, it doesn't have to, Lisa," exclaimed Lincoln. "That's why I'm here. If you sincerely loved me as much as you say, we can find a way to put all this behind us and start over. I mean, I still love you, you know."

Lisa could no longer hold back the years of regret she kept bottled up inside her, laid her head down on her arms, and wept profusely. "How?" she whimpered. "We can't merely pick up where we left off. Too much time has passed, and I'm still searching for a way to purge myself of these feelings. What do you want me to do? Jump into your arms like nothing ever happened?"

"Lisa..." interjected Lily calmly and warmly, laying her small hand on one of her sister's arms, hoping that bodily contact might trigger something within her. "You don't have to do this, you know," she whispered, "purge yourself, I mean. You could embrace it and be with us. I know science has long been your passion, but your motives are flawed. Maybe it's time you stepped away from it all and found real happiness."

"I don't know," whimpered Lisa, her eyes puffy and red, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

And for whatever reason, Lincoln thought his sister looked even sexier than ever. "Lisa," he addressed her. "I still have a lot of relatives to visit, but if you want to try again, come with us and help me reconcile with the others. Then, we can all go back to Lily's house, and we can show you what real happiness is."

Finally, Lisa nodded, shaking free some of her tears, and smiled at her siblings. "If you truly accept my apology, then yes, I'll be there."

"I do," smiled Lincoln warmly, rising and moving around her desk to meet her in a loving embrace and a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you, Lisa. I always have, and even though I disagree with your assessment of things, I accept your apology."

Grinning from ear to ear, Lisa looked at her brother and studied him. "God, you've grown," she muttered, beginning to regain her composure. "And so hot, too," she added, grinning goofily. Then, recalling something important, she pulled back a little and asked, "Are you still attracted to little girls?"

"Oh, yes," cooed Lincoln, seeing nothing but eager anticipation in his sister's eyes. "Always."

"Good," sighed Lisa before blushing and averting her gaze. "Maybe I'll give you one. Who knows?" Then, she smiled, grabbed Lincoln's and Lily's hands, and dragged them back to the lobby, where she tossed her badge to Phillip. "I quit!" she chirped, marching out of the building with her siblings in tow, happier than she'd been in nearly two decades.

"Who next?" inquired Lincoln, smiling as he got into the car.

"Lana," chirped Lily. "Other than our folks, she's the only one left in town."

"Alright, let's do this," sighed Lincoln as Lily pulled her little car out of the lab's parking lot and headed towards Maxine's Mechanics, where Lana worked.

"Lisa, have you seen or heard from Lana much in the past few years?" Lincoln asked, gawking at his sister in the little mirror attached to his visor. "And if so, how do you think she'll respond?"

"Honestly," replied Lisa, sounding much different and relaxed than either Lincoln or Lily had ever encountered. "Very little. She pretty much keeps to herself. I remember her being devastated when you got arrested, claiming she'd never find another guy willing to indulge her tastes. And, as far as I know, she never tried."

"I see," sighed Lincoln, preparing himself for another emotional meeting. "So, we're flying blind here, too."

"Looks that way," responded Lisa, trying to encourage her brother. "But, at least it's three to one this time."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Lincoln suddenly asked Lisa, staring at her in the mirror. "I mean, you know what I'm like, and Lily is like my equal in that regard. You'd be involving yourself in illegal activities and..."

"I don't care," Lisa chirped, interrupting his statement. "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy. Besides, I'm not as innocent in that regard as you think," she said with her hand down her pants, thinking of what they used to do.

"Great!" cheered Lincoln, excited about what the three of them could do with Hannah. "You'll love the little hole I picked up after getting home. She's amazing. Really. I swear, she's only six, and I fucked her on the coffee table with no complaints while she ate Lily's slit."

"Well, I wouldn't say no complaints," Lily argued. "I wouldn't exactly call getting your clit bitten nothing."

"You didn't tell me that!" Lincoln sighed. "I'm sorry. Next time, I'll take it slower."

"Nah, that's okay," Lily chuckled, remembering how she nearly climaxed when Hannah bit down on her. "It didn't hurt that much and was rather exhilarating."

"Damn, guys," moaned Lisa, trying to envision the scene without any context on how to picture the girl. "I think I just creamed my panties."

"Nice!" cooed Lincoln as they pulled into the garage. "We'll have to deal with that later, though. We're here," he announced as they piled out of the small car. "Now," Lincoln said, scanning the open bays. "Where's Lana?"

It didn't take Lincoln long to locate his little sister. Still sporting the same sense of fashion and hairstyle, she stood not far away, hunkered over an open hood, tinkering with who knew what. And though she still wore her hair in ponytails, they now went down to her butt, making her look like an anime character, which only stimulated Lincoln, making him nervous about talking to her.

Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and walked up to her. "Lana?" he called. "How are you? Can we talk?"

Recognizing the voice immediately, Lana spun around, glaring at her brother, pointing a large socket wrench at him. Advancing on him, she began ranting, tapping him in the chest with the tool.

"Fuck you, Lincoln!" she cried, not stopping her approach. "I gave you everything! EVERYTHING! And what did you do? You pushed the envelope and got arrested, leaving me alone for nearly twenty years! And the worst is, you never wrote! Not even once!" she belted at Lincoln. "What makes you think I want to talk, huh?"

"What?" gasped Lincoln as he held his hands defensively in front of him, surprise and fear upon his face. "I wrote every week! I wrote to all of you! Didn't you get them?"

"No!" screeched Lana. "Not a single one!"

"Wait..." Lily interjected as she and Lisa stepped between Lana and Lincoln. "None of us got any. Isn't it possible they read the mail and chose not to deliver it? I heard they do stuff like that," Lily pleaded.

Lana's face softened, and she stopped berating her brother, pocketing the tool she gripped. And stepping back, she stared at Lincoln and her sisters. "Alright," she sighed apprehensively. "Let's hear it."

Lincoln studied his little sister, knowing she wouldn't put up with any crap, and changed his tactics. After all, from what she'd just said, he gathered she still harbored feelings for him. She hadn't been angry at what he'd done, only her impression that he'd abandoned her.

"I still love you, Lana," he exclaimed. "And, I want you back. That is if you're not seeing anyone. I haven't changed any, and you're still my little sister."

"And?" Lana prompted, standing there with her arms folded against her chest.

"And..." Lincoln began, swallowing before continuing, unsure of his approach. "And, I'm not sorry for anything I did before. It's who I am. And I loved you. How could I not show that?"

"Hm," hummed Lana, slowly resolving her conflicting emotions. "I don't know. You did leave me without anything who likes, well, you know..." she muttered.

"Oh, that's right!" chirped Lisa, interrupting before Lincoln could respond. Then leaning into Lana's ear, she whispered. "We forgot to mention that he has quite the taste for it now," she said, using nearly the same argument she had all those years ago. "Voracious even."

Lana's arms dropped limply by her sides as she walked up to her brother, staring at him with watering eyes. "Is this true?" she asked timidly. "You'd still satisfy my filthy urges?"

"The question is..." Lincoln whispered lovingly, "...whether or not you can satisfy mine?"

Without further need for words, Lana wrapped her arms around her brother and kissed him passionately in broad daylight, not caring who watched the incestuous event. However, she kept it quick, eventually stepping away from him.

"Alright, then," she beamed at him. "Consider us back together, you sexy thing, you," she cooed. Then turning and facing the garage loaded with unfinished work, she sighed. "Unfortunately, I still have to pay my rent and bills, so I need to get back to it."

"No problem, Lana," he said. "We understand. I'll give you a call once I've talked to everyone, alright? In the meantime," he offered in a much quieter voice. "If I were you, I'd stop wiping until I see you again," he suggested with a wink and a smile.

Blushing and grinning from ear to ear, Lana hopped off back to her job, looking back long enough to wave and waggle her ass at Lincoln. "I can't wait!" she called as they entered the car and drove off.

"Okay, Lily," sighed Lincoln, becoming increasingly happier. "Who do we see next?"

"Well," announced Lily, thinking about who was left. "Lucy lives in Great Lakes City, running an alternative club called The Cauldron, and Lola lives in California. I can get us to the city to see Lucy and Lori, but you might have to call Lola. I can't afford to go there."

"Um, okay?" offered Lincoln, a little lost. "I no longer have a phone, nor do I know her number. Besides, what if she's angry? She wouldn't answer anyway."

"Oh yeah," replied Lisa, remembering the day like yesterday. "The cops confiscated yours for evidence when they arrested you, didn't they? Well, that's okay, you can use mine. I still have her on my contact list. Besides, yours would probably be out of date and have no service," she offered, handing Lincoln her phone over the back of the seat.

"Thanks," he responded as Lily headed toward Great Lakes City.

Nervously, Lincoln pushed "Call" beside Lola's name and waited with bated breath. The phone rang once, and Lola picked up immediately.

"Lisa?" she gasped with excitement. "God, it's been so long since I've heard from you! How are you doing? Any news from Lincoln?"

The fact that one of the first questions Lola asked regarded concern for him lightened his anxiety somewhere. Of course, she could've merely been fishing for anything of import, not caring what it was. She could still be angry with him, and he had to proceed with caution.

"Yeah," Lincoln replied, still unsure of his sisters' thoughts. "I'm right here."

"OH! MY! GOD!" Lola screamed into the phone, nearly deafening him. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! YOU'RE FINALLY OUT?"

"Uh, yeah," Lincoln said calmly into the phone, tentatively placing it by his ear again. "How are you?"

"Good!" exclaimed his prissy little sister. "Not great, but good. Better now that I've heard your voice. How are you doing, you little weirdo? Still up for some sex?"

"Always," chirped Lincoln. "I love you, Lola. It's funny. I was prepared to argue and fight. I thought you'd be mad at me after what I did."

"Are you kidding me?" Lola said, defending her brother. "The way I recall things, all it took was Lisa telling me you liked me. I was the one who sought you out."

"Oh, right," murmured Lincoln. "I wish I'd remembered that. Maybe I wouldn't have been so nervous calling you. Anyway, I feel obligated to tell you that I haven't changed. Despite still being in love with you, I'm still into young girls and wouldn't hesitate to mess around with one, assuming they wanted to. Doesn't that concern you at all?"

"Nope!" chirped Lola. "But, I have a life and a career here now, Lincoln. I can't just pack up and fly home, regardless of how much I want to. I'm not even sure a visit is possible. If the press found out I was sleeping with my brother, let alone a convicted sex offender, my career would be over. I'm sorry, Lincy," she said mournfully.

Unconsciously, Lincoln nodded as his heart sank. "I understand, Lola," he replied sullenly. "Still, it would've been nice to hold you again and feel your hand in my ass. You always were good at that. You know that? Right?"

"Oh, gosh..." cooed Lola from the other side of the line. "Now you've gone and got me all wet. I miss you, Lincoln," she said, finally beginning to cry.

"I miss you too," whispered Lincoln into the receiver. "But, I don't want to make this any more difficult than it is. I'll let you go now, alright?"

"Alright..." Lola sighed through her tears, then reconsidered hanging up. "Listen, Lincoln?" she inquired, obviously wanting to tell him something she thought was important. "The next time you get some little girl to let you drink her piss, think of me. Please?"

"I will," responded Lincoln, his tears increasing at the thought of losing Lola. "I promise.

"Alright, then," Lola said, trying to sound strong and composed. "Bye."

"Bye, sweet-pee," Lincoln whispered, using his old nickname for her, based on the standby "sweet-pea" before clicking "End Call."