Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
SuperSonicBros123: That depends on who may or may not visit. Remember, Rita plans on keeping him from going out because he can't control his form.
U. N. Owen: Any similarities to other works are entirely coincidental and don't bother me. I have no plans to change the name. Also, this story differs in that Lincoln doesn't want to engage his sisters. It's a flip with a twist in that his sisters now have an explanation for their attraction.
RCJ02: I have been obsessed since I was little.
Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 2
Before following her dazed husband downstairs to their room, Rita instructed her children to remain in their rooms until she came to release them, regardless of what they may hear, and under no circumstances were they to visit Lincoln until then. Once Rita had gotten verbal or visual acknowledgment from her daughters and ensured they had sequestered themselves in their rooms, she headed downstairs.
The house fell silent for about five minutes as Mrs. Loud explained to her husband as he sat mystified on their bed what happened and why. Once Rita admitted her pseudo-affair, their discussions became heated and echoed throughout the home's ventilation ducts. Unable to deny what he had seen, Lynn hurled accusations of infidelity and impure thoughts, despite Rita's seduction.
Then, the house mainly fell silent, except for the barely audible sounds of their mother weeping as her husband packed hurriedly. Occasionally, the children heard her plead with him for understanding, repeatedly explaining that she wasn't in control at the time and that everyone had thoughts about someone other than their spouse.
However, Lynn wasn't listening. As far as he was concerned, Lynn believed that his wife's lustful thoughts about another led to the demon invading their privacy and the sanctity of their marriage. Demon or not, he planned to beat them to a pulp, should they ever meet. Personal injury and risk of death be damned.
Not only did Lynn feel violated and betrayed, but the notion of raising the bastard's demonic son was something he couldn't face, especially one with needs he didn't understand and couldn't meet. The middle-aged man never had much of a spine, and it began to show when he started packing. The only thing Lynn excelled at was running from his problems.
About an hour after everything started, it ended with the front door opening and forcefully slammed shut. The old van drove off a few moments later, leaving everyone feeling empty. None of the roommates felt like discussing what just happened, let alone seeing how their mother was, despite needing to vent their emotions.
Something turned their lives upside down and inside out in less than twenty-four hours, especially for their mother. While they had no idea what Lincoln's problem was, they had the nagging feeling that it was related. Whatever it was, though, they resigned themselves to the isolation of their rooms until their mother could talk about it.
Rita lay face down on her bed, her head nestled in her folded arms, as she wept until her ducts ran dry. Then, finally getting up and gathering her composure, she headed upstairs to fetch her children to explain things. Though Rita preferred waiting until she had worked through her pain and loss, she knew the risks if her children found out independently.
"Kids..." Rita called from the hallway, still shaking from the morning's ordeal. "I need you to come to the living room for a moment," she stated. Then, addressing her son, she amended her statement. "Lincoln, stay where you are until I call for you."
"Don't worry," returned Lincoln as his sisters solemnly emerged from their rooms, unsure if they wanted to hear the news or not. "I wasn't going to come out anyway."
"How come Lincoln gets to wait?" implored Lana, upset that he got spared their trial.
"Never mind," their mother told them, ushering her daughters down the stairs. "Do as your told."
Once everyone entered the living room and settled themselves as best they could, Rita pushed the coffee table toward the television and sat in front of them, clasping her hands between her legs. Nervously, she began explaining the morning's events and their history.
"Girls..." she muttered. "Your father and I have split up, and I want you to understand why," she informed them. "But, it's difficult to explain because it's so unbelievable. You see," she said, pausing as she looked upon her children's concerned and hurt faces, "about fourteen years ago, I had an affair. However, that's not what I thought it was at the time."
"How can you not know you're having an affair?" barked Lori, sitting in the recliner in the corner between the television stand and fireplace. "That's stupid!"
"Well..." sighed their mother. "The man I had sex with wasn't human," she muttered, feeling the urge to cry again. "It was an incubus who seduced me, so I thought it was only a lucid dream," she said, pausing again while avoiding her children's accusing stares. "Anyway, the result was Lincoln."
"So, you're telling us that a demon seduced you and that Lincoln is half demon?" Lisa interjected. "I must apologize. I understand having your husband walk on you must be excruciatingly painful. However, your explanation is nonsense and entirely disrespectful to our intelligence."
"I thought you might say something like that," Rita groaned as she rose and walked to the base of the stairs. Then, cupping her hand around her mouth, she called for her son. "Lincoln!" she barked. "Come down here, please!"
"No!" yelled Lincoln without hesitation. "I'm never coming out of my room again! You can forget it!"
"I'll be right back, girls," sighed Rita, heading up the stairs. "Don't go anywhere."
Standing before her son's door, Rita braced herself. She knew he was hesitant, but his sisters needed to see him before they could understand that what had happened was real. Lincoln also needed to face things head-on if he was ever going to accept himself for who he was. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on his door and spoke softly.
"Lincoln?" the boy's mother inquisitively called. "Honey?" she cooed when her son refrained from answering. "You need to come down so your sisters can see you. I've explained everything, but they don't believe me. Besides, you can't hide in here forever."
"I can't, Mom..." responded Lincoln, leaning against the inside of his door.
"Why not?" inquired his mother. "They're only your sisters. They love you and will accept you. You know that. But they have to know the truth before we can decide how to handle things."
"It's not that," muttered Lincoln, looking down at the overly large bulge in his underwear. "I have nothing to wear, and underwear isn't going to cut it."
"Oh!" huffed Lincoln's mother, putting three fingers upon her lips. "Well," she offered. "How about a pair of L.J.'s sweatpants?"
"Yeah, sure," sighed Lincoln, not wanting to face his sister yet but unable to think of another excuse. "That'll work, I suppose."
"Okay," chirped Rita. "I'll be right back."
A few moments later, Lincoln's mother returned with a pair of his sister's workout pants and a pair of scissors. Slipping both under Lincoln's door, her breath hitched slightly at the touch of her son's fingertips as he took the items from her. And after standing again, she took a few steps back to distance herself. Otherwise, who knew what might happen?
"Don't forget to cut a hole in them," Rita reminded him. "You know, for your thing."
"What?" gasped her son. "You want them to see it?"
"Your tail, honey," sighed Rita, rolling her eyes. "That way, they won't sag."
"Oh, right..." muttered Lincoln as he prepared the pants. "I knew that."
A few moments later, Lincoln slowly emerged from his room. Bare, save for the modified sweatpants, Lincoln's rapid development seemed to have settled. He was still the same height and looked as he always had, save for his wings, whose span equaled his arms, his horns, which were now about six inches long, and his tail, which barely touched the ground. Though, his body was fit and trim, with relatively well-defined muscles.
"I'm ready, I guess," he muttered as his mother smiled, proceeding him downstairs.
"Okay, girls..." she called out before their arrival to prepare them for what they were about to see. She then mentally counted heads to ensure all were present before continuing. "For better or worse, your brother, Lincoln," she announced, gesturing her arm toward the stairs as her son awkwardly descended the steps and entered the living room.
"Oh, my, God..." exclaimed Luan, her jaw hanging open for a moment. "I knew there was something different about you last night!"
Then, something behind the couch made a loud thud, and everyone instinctively turned to see what it was, including Lincoln and his mother.
"Would somebody please wake Lucy and help her to a chair?" sighed Rita, pinching the bridge of her nose. It looked like things were going to be much more complicated than she expected.
"What happened?" moaned Lucy as Lori and Leni assisted her to the recliner that Lori had vacated. "And why are my panties wet?"
Lincoln palmed his face and hid his eyes as Lucy spread her legs, inspecting herself.
"Okay, girls..." exclaimed their mother, gaining their attention. "Please, understand. Things aren't going to be the same anymore. Not only because your father left us, severely denting our budget, but now we have an incubus living with us."
"An i-incubus?!" gasped Lucy, coming to a stand, despite still being somewhat lightheaded. "I-is that a good idea?" she inquired, quivering where she stood. "I mean, I..."
Rita waved her daughter off.
"Yeah, I figured you might react that way," she said. "And, well..."
"Well, what?" demanded Luna, who sat with crossed arms and legs, desperately attempting to seem uninterested.
"The thing is," their mother continued. "He won't survive long without you. You see, he can't go out in public like this, and he, um, sort of, uh, needs sex to live."
"WHAT?!" the girls all gasped, blushing furiously in light of the news.
"You cannot be serious, mother," Lisa stated. "Suggesting that we provide him such nourishment is beyond moral standards! He is our brother, for crying out loud!"
"Half-brother," corrected Rita, facing Lisa. "And you're right. It is outrageous for humans. But he isn't entirely human. What would you have me do? Let him out to seduce unwilling girls?" Then, facing as many as possible, she continued. "Look, I don't expect you all to jump in bed with him..."
"I will!" chirped Lucy, interrupting her mother.
"...especially the younger ones," Rita continued, ignoring her deviant goth daughter. "But come on, you don't want him to die, do you?"
"Ehem," coughed Lincoln, unable to bear the innuendo any longer. "Excuse me, but I think I get I say in this, and I can't sleep with them, mother. It's too weird," he admitted, his tail twitching nervously behind him. "I'll simply practice until I can change my form, then start dating."
And while Lucy tracked every movement her brother's tail made, nearly drooling on herself, their mother continued unabated.
"Lincoln, honey..." she sighed. "Girls your age might be interested in sex, but doing it is another matter due to the fear of disease or pregnancy. You'd have to use your seductive powers, and that's rape. Besides, you're only half-incubus. What makes you think you can change your form at all?"
Groaning, Lincoln motioned for Lola to vacate his favorite recliner by the stairs. And upon seeing her horned brother approach, she promptly leaped out of the seat and stood behind the couch.
"Lola..." Lincoln sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Yeah, well..." muttered Lola, putting both hands in front of her crotch. "Tell that to my hoo-ha. I'm already soaked just from being around you, and I'm too young for that."
"Oh, God..." complained Lincoln, leaning forward and embarrassingly covering his face.
"Don't worry, Lincoln!" chirped Lana, raising her hand to speak. "I'll mate with you. If that's what you need to stay alive, anyway."
"No," interjected Rita. "You're too young. Besides, I feel he will give his older sisters a run for their money as is."
"Mom!" Lori and Leni blurted, blushing at the suggestion. "We get the picture, but you don't have to say it like that! Besides, what if we don't want to?" added Lori. "We have boyfriends!"
"Luna? Luan? Lynn?" prodded their mother, growing concerned for her son's future.
"We have significant others as well!" barked Luna before realizing her mistake. "Well, except for Lynn," she corrected herself, glancing at her sporty sister.
"What? Me?" murmured Lynn, pointing at herself. "What would I know about sex?" she demanded to know. "I mean, yes. I know what it is, but I have no experience with it!"
"Mom..." cried Lucy, grabbing her mother's hands, practically begging. It was the most emotionally charged thing anyone had seen the little goth do. "It's okay!" she pleaded. "Seriously! I'll do it! Right now, if need be!"
"Sweet-pea..." cooed Lucy's mother. "I don't think you could..."
"I can!" squealed the little raven-haired girl, eyeing the extra width in Lincoln's pant leg that nearly reached his knee. "I promise! And, if I can't, I'll take it anyway!"
"Now, how do you propose you do that?" asked Lucy's mother, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair. "The average woman's vagina is only about four to five inches when relaxed and no more than six or so when aroused. You're nine."
Lucy pulled away, blushing profusely.
"I have other holes..." she whispered.
"Okay!" chirped Rita. "That's enough for now. Please, think seriously about this. I can't force any of you to volunteer, but it would be nice if I didn't have to go outside the house looking for someone. I could get arrested, and then what? Now, I have to get breakfast ready. Girls, go clean yourselves if you need to. Lincoln, I'll bring breakfast up to your room."
"No," refused Lincoln. "You're right. I can't hide in my room forever. They're going to have to get used to being around me. So, I'm eating at the table," he said before rising and wandering into the kitchen, mumbling something under his breath about "stupid sisters."
After entering their room behind her sister, Lynn, Lucy pulled the hem of her black dress up and held it in place with her chin as she picked at her panties, inspecting the damage. Though one floor above her brother, she could still feel his presence, and it had taken root within her.
"Geez..." she complained, letting go of the crotch of her underwear, which slapped wetly against her skin. "It's still coming," she informed her sister, whether she wanted to hear it or not. "I'm not sure changing is going to make much of a difference," she announced, glancing up at Lynn, who was eyeing her suspiciously. "What do you think?"
"I think those racy books you read have ruined you," Lynn stated. "That's what I think. But if you ask me, you may as well go without any. That's what I'm going to do," she admitted before stripping out of her shorts and soaked undies.
"What?" inquired Lucy, very surprised. "I didn't think you were interested?"
"Listen," ordered Lucy's older sister. "He's our brother and not particularly handsome. At least, not to me. But for some reason..." she said, drifting away into thoughts of her own.
"...you want him to fuck you pressed against a wall?" Lucy suggested.
"What?" gasped Lynn before coming to her senses. "Oh, yeah. That."
Luan followed her sister, Luna, into their room and closed the door before leaning awkwardly against it, rubbing her clit through the fabric of her plaid skirt.
"So..." the overly horny girl sighed. "What do you think, Luna? Are you going to fuck him?"
"Why do you care?" barked the older girl as she slipped off her panties and tossed them into the hamper. "It's not like we have much choice," she declared. "If we don't, he'll die."
"And if I don't, I'll die," Luan moaned before a wave of liquid splashed down her leg.
"It doesn't matter, anyway," Luna declared, folding her arms as she stared at Luan. "He's not attracted to us and had repeatedly said he won't do that."
"So?" replied Luan, dropping her ruined panties on top of her sisters in the hamper. "We'll have to make him like us."
"Make him like us?" hummed Luna, a glint returning to her eye.
"I can't believe this!" cried Lori as she slammed her door behind her and sat on her bed in frustration. "First, dad leaves, then mom wants us to have sex with Lincoln! What's this world coming to?" she muttered, holding her arms defensively, hiding her erect nipples. I suggest we ask a few of our girlfriends if they're interested in him, then invite them over."
"Oh, cheer up, Lori!" chirped Leni, smiling as always. "It's not that bad. It's only sex. Without it, he'll die," Leni reminded her sister.
"That's what all men say, Leni..." muttered Lori, rolling her eyes and crossing her legs to keep herself from drooling down her leg.
Leni walked over to her sister and parted her legs, grinning deviously, revealing the large, still-growing wet spot on Lori's bottom.
"Come on, Lori..." cooed Leni, waggling her brows at her sister. "You know you want to."
Lori could no longer contain herself and clawed desperately at the air as she sighed and fell back onto her bed.
"God, yes!" she moaned, still working under Lincoln's uncontrolled seductive aura. "I want him inside me so bad! I can't stand it!"
Lincoln sat at the breakfast table, watching his mother prepare their morning meal, noticing how quiet she had become. With everything going on, she had to be concerned and hurt, and it saddened him to think that his father had abandoned their mother for something that wasn't her fault.
"Mom?" he whispered as she buttered some toast. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Yes, honey," she said through heavy breaths. "I have some experience with this and can control myself. I think."
"Not that, Mom..." responded Lincoln with a slight but unexpected chuckle, noticing only then how wet her pants had gotten. "I meant about Dad..."
"Oh..." muttered Rita, putting the bread and knife down and bracing herself against the counter. "I don't know, Lincoln," she admitted. "I always knew this day would come, though I hoped against it," she admitted. "I guess I prepared myself for it a long time ago. I'll be alright. Besides..." she said, pausing long enough to gaze lovingly at her son. "I have you."
