Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
all: I'm beginning to feel a little burned out and can't continue to pump out one to two chapters a day for all my stories. Instead, I may have to scale things back to one chapter every few days. But don't worry, I will finish all my open stories eventually.
nuuo: This story is a little different than Louder than Hell in that there are no otherworldly threats or adversaries. Also, in that story, they were Nephalim, not mere concubi. In this one, Lincoln is limited in his abilities. Depending on whether Lincoln learns to control his power, Lisa might do some research. But right now, that's not on her mind.
Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 3
Lincoln waited patiently, sitting in the wooden kitchen chair, his tail protruding through the space between the seat and the backrest, giving himself enough room for his leathery bat-like wings. Continuing to contemplate what his mother and sisters must be going through, he began to notice a slowly darkening spot between his mother's legs.
"Damn, it..." he thought, hanging his head to avert his gaze. "Her too? What's wrong with everyone, anyway? Dad left us cold. Shouldn't they be worried more about that than anything?" he thought.
He couldn't criticize them too harshly, however. Whatever it was about an incubus that influenced women's lust undoubtedly played a part. Even he was beginning to grow increasingly horny, which made him wonder if there were more to it than seducing females. Had his father left on his own accord, or had Lincoln's aura also repelled him? There was so much he didn't know, which scared him more than anything.
Soon, Rita finished making breakfast, and after setting everything on the table, she headed for the foot of the stairs to call everyone down.
"Girls!" she shouted. "Breakfast is ready!"
Breakfast time was usually hectic in their house. Not only were there eleven children, but after going without eating all night, everyone was eager to fill their bellies. But today, Lincoln's aura had affected his sisters, causing a stampede as they threw open their doors, rushing downstairs to drool over their brother.
"Watch it!" snapped Rita, having to jump out of their way. "Geez, you'd think it was Christmas morning! Slow down, guys! It's only breakfast!"
"Says you..." replied Lisa as she rounded the corner, uncharacteristically making a beeline for the kitchen wearing only her sweater and a pair of undies.
Sighing despite understanding, Rita took a long deep breath. It seemed that even her youngest child, Lily, was eager to see her brother and had stripped entirely without comprehending why. Snatching the toddler up as she navigated the stairs, Rita consoled her.
"Sorry, honey," she told her pouting child. "Not for a few years. You're putting clothes on, little miss."
"Dang it..." complained the limp child as they disappeared into Lisa's and Lily's room.
If Lincoln hadn't had enough to worry over, seeing his sisters sit there with their elbows on the table, staring at him with their chins supported by their hands, only added to his weariness and discontent.
"What?" he gasped, scooping some eggs onto his plate. "What's the matter with you all? Don't you have any self-control at all?"
"Not really..." whimpered Lori, who made sure to sit beside him. "Not around you, anyway," she told him. "And, I want to be the first to say that I'm down for this, and I want to go first!"
"Oh, my, God!" barked Lincoln, nearly choking on his toast as the others began arguing over Lori's request. "What about Bobby?"
"Who?" muttered Lori, lost in thought as she admired her brother's well-defined abdomen.
"Bobby Santiago?" quipped the unsettled boy. "You know, you're BOYFRIEND!"
"Oh, him..." sighed Lori, curious what her brother's incubus orientation included. "Why? Are you interested in him, too?"
"What?!" spat Lincoln. "No! I am not! And I'm not interested in any of you either!"
"Why not?" questioned Lola, flipping her luscious hair behind her, flashing a broad smile. "Aren't we desirable enough for you?"
"You don't have to like us, Lincoln," interjected Lynn. "You only have to have sex with us. You know, so you don't keel over? And, I'd also like to go first. The others all have boyfriends and have probably done it a million times."
"No, we haven't!" argued Luan defensively. "I'm still a virgin!"
"Technically, so am I," admitted Luna. "Unless oral sex counts."
"Well, I sure haven't done it before," Leni proudly added. "But I sure as heck want to!"
"Actually..." cooed Lori, unable to peel her eyes away from her brother long enough to fill her plate. "I'm still a virgin, too, Lincy. Wanna fix that?"
"No, I do not!" the girl's brother replied harshly. "I just want to eat my food and go upstairs."
"Upstairs?" moaned Lucy, saliva gathering on her lips as their mother walked in with a fully dressed Lily. "That sounds nice," she replied dreamily.
"Linc-a-bus!" Lily cooed as her mother placed her in her booster seat, reaching for her brother, her little fingers opening and closing as if grabbing him.
"Lincubus?" squealed Luan, surprised that her little sister had even remembered the word, much less combined it with their brother's name. "That's adorable, Lily. Did you think of that all by yourself?" she asked. Then, returning her attention to her brother, "That's your new nickname. Lincubus."
After that, Lincoln lowered his head and shielded his eyes, ignoring his sisters as he finished his breakfast. Then, leaving behind a table full of girls bemoaning his departure, he went upstairs to his room, where he locked the door and stuffed a pillow into the vent in case Lucy tried anything funny.
"Let me guess..." sighed Rita as she stood, leaning against the kitchen sink with her arms loosely folded, "...you're all okay with this?"
"Absolutely, Mom!" chirped Lana, stuffing her face.
"You bet," replied Lynn, eating seconds just in case she needed the energy later.
"To be truthful," Rita admitted, chewing her bottom lip. "I am too, and before this is over, I think we might all have to step up," she added. "Everyone but Lily, that is."
"That no fair!" cried the tot, folding her chubby little arms and glaring at her mother.
"Yeah..." agreed Luna, drawing from personal experience and all notion of common sense evaporating. "What about oral sex? She can do that much, can't she?"
"Maybe..." sighed Rita, furrowing her brows. "As long as I supervise them. You don't know what he will be like once his urges kick in, and I don't want her, or any of you, getting hurt."
Taking Lincoln's vacant seat, Rita joined her daughters at the table and ate her breakfast, listening to them gossip about their brother. After having a while to recall her experience, she was increasingly becoming attracted to him as well. Surprised she hadn't noticed before then, her son did look an awful lot like his father, whoever he was.
Eventually, the fervor and discussion began to recede with Lincoln sequestered upstairs. The meal ended with everyone heading off, leaving Rita alone to fantasize about her son. Despite her resolve not to get involved, she couldn't deny his animalistic attraction, and her hand eventually burrowed its way into her pants.
"Fuck. My. Life," Lincoln grumbled as he curled up on his bed, intending to lose himself in comic-fueled fantasies of his own. "I finally got a superpower, and it has to be something like this?"
Then, broadening his thoughts and considering wider implications, it occurred to him that if his mother had her way, he'd never see his friends again, which concerned him greatly.
"How am I going to explain this to Clyde and the others?" he complained to himself, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Do I dare try? Or ignore them?"
Lincoln could handle homeschooling, but alienating himself from his friends hit hard. He had always been an outgoing person and considered others before himself. Now, it seemed like everyone was concerned about pleasing him. At least satisfying themselves at his expense. It was too much for the young man, and he finally turned to his comics to escape.
Sadly, his respite did not last. The book on top of the pile was a manga that Lucy had purchased for him. At first glance, it looked like a cute ecchi between a young succubus who hated men and the man chosen for her by an associate. Before long, it was clear that the pair would fall for each other, and not surprisingly, by the end of the book, they had.
That's when Lincoln noticed an odd sensation building within him as he put the book down. Though he was not yet erect, he began to sweat. At first, it was manageable with his discarded towel from the previous night. However, as the afternoon progressed, so did his mood. And after exposing himself to a few scantily clad female superheroes, he couldn't take it any longer.
Tossing the comic aside, he gathered his resolve and searched for his mother for advice.
"Hey, Mom?" questioned Lincoln as he entered the cellar where his mother was loading dirty laundry into the washer. "I need to talk to you."
"About what, honey?" she responded without looking, continuing with her daily chore.
"About, well..." muttered the boy, nervously running his fingers through his hair, brushing it back now that it was mildly longer. "You know, sex?"
"Oh!" chirped his mother, closing the little door and standing to begin the cycle before facing him. "What about it?"
"I, uh..." stammered Lincoln, mindlessly rubbing one arm with the other. And while he'd much rather discuss the issue with his father, his mother was all he had. "I'm rather horny, and it won't go away no matter what I do. So, did you have any suggestions?"
Seeing her son's condition broke Rita's heart, making her even more receptive to his unintentional influence. Her vulva immediately began filling with blood again, and her entire body tingled in his presence.
"Well, h-have you tried a c-cold shower?" she asked, restraining herself with all her might.
"No, I haven't," he admitted, pretending to be oblivious to her state. "Do you think that'll work?"
"I d-don't know, honestly," replied his mother, visibly shaking. "But that's what your dad, I mean Lynn, always used to do."
"Thanks, Mom. I'll give it a try!" Lincoln chirped, ignoring her redirection of who his father was as he bounded up the narrow stairs, pulling his wings together to allow easier passage.
After her son left the basement and closed the door, Rita collapsed against the washer, which didn't help much. The vibrations sent mixed signals coursing through her already stimulated body, tempting her into another bout of self-eroticism.
"Holy fuck, he's hot..." she muttered, unconsciously arguing with herself. "What I wouldn't give," she began to think. "But no, he's my son. I can't..."
Lincoln considered his mother as he went upstairs. He barely recognized her discomfort while asking for advice and didn't blame her for it. Instead, the lad greatly appreciated her resolve to keep her hands to herself. If Lincoln had his way, he wouldn't sleep with any of his family. However, if things worsened, his mother was his best option. After all, she was an adult and had prior experience with incubi.
Lost in thought, Lincoln mindlessly climbed the stairs until a pair of slender, tone legs and a bald pussy came into view. Stopping short, he snapped his head up and stared at his sister, Lynn, who stood at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but her shirt with the number one written on it. Swallowing with difficulty, Lincoln remained resolute.
"Lynn..." he muttered quietly but firmly, trying hard to ignore the alluring scent emanating from between her legs. "I need a shower. Please move."
"Hey, champ!" the sporty girl chirped while eyeing the massive bulge in his pants, which used to be hers. "A shower?" she then interrogated him. "You haven't done anything to need one," she explained. "Tell you what. Come back to my room, and I'll give you a real workout," she offered, flashing her baby browns at him. "Then you'll have a reason to take a shower."
"Lynn..." he said, beginning to feel light-headed. "Please, move. I..."
Lincoln said no more before losing consciousness under the strain of sexual hunger and restraining himself from forcefully taking his sister where she stood. And, if it weren't for Lynn's athletic acuity, Lincoln might have tumbled down the stairs. A broken limb would've made an exciting and unexplainable visit to the emergency room, something they didn't need in their lives.
Luckily, Lynn caught her brother, preventing him from falling. And after calling for help, Luna and luan came to their sister's aid, carrying Lincoln into his room and laying him on his bed where some of their younger siblings had arranged their extra pillows. Then, while Lynn sat beside him, holding his hand, Luna ran downstairs to inform their mother.
Everyone huddled inside Lincoln's room a few moments later as their mother replaced Lynn by her son's side, evaluating his condition. His elevated pulse and clammy skin concerned her, though she wasn't entirely sure what normal was for an incubus. His eyes were unresponsive, making her fear the worst, but his seminal emissions betrayed the cause of her son's plight. Standing, Rita lovingly and respectfully covered her son and faced her daughters.
"It's as I thought," their mother sighed through belabored breaths, trying to compose herself. And clasping her hands, she explained. "Lincoln is experiencing withdrawal," she informed them. "All we can do now is hope some rest will help."
"What?" gasped Lori, pulling her shirt off while she argued. "Excuse my French, but no fucking way," she exclaimed, attempting to move past her mother. "What he needs is sex!"
"No!" demanded Rita, blocking her daughter's path at every turn. "You can't do that without consent! That would be rape, even if it is for a good reason!"
"Mom!" yelled Lori, beside herself in terror. "Stop being so moral! Now's not the time!"
Then suddenly, another voice sounded, breaking their argument.
"Lily?" Lincoln whispered behind them, filling the room with his family's collective gasps. "What's going on?"
"Don't be died!" cried Lily, hovering over his face after crawling onto the bed while her mother explained things and kissing her brother on the lips. "Me love you!"
"I love you too, Lily, but..." Lincoln barely mouthed.
"Well..." muttered Rita, reassessing things. "It seems that even a kiss has something to offer..."
"God..." the young man groaned as he checked on the stickiness within his pants. "I feel like I got run over by a Mack truck," he grimaced, rolling his eyes as he released the hem of his pants.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" squealed Lucy as she slipped through the ranks and hugged him tightly. "Is there anything I can get you? One of my holes, perhaps? Any of them! It doesn't matter..."
Lincoln pursed his lips and furrowed his brows. It seemed as if there were little he could do to prevent the inevitable. They had something Lincoln needed, and seeking it outside the home was a phenomenal risk, considering the boy couldn't hide his demonic assets.
Lincoln would most likely get hunted down and killed should he show his face outside, attempting to seduce someone. Of course, he didn't want to die at the hands of angered fathers wielding pitchforks or starvation. Either way, dying wasn't at the top of his priorities.
Seeing little option, he conceded, nodding his head at Lucy and motioning for the others to leave. But before they did, Lincoln made an interesting yet calculated request, something nobody expected. Yet, given his condition, it would not likely get turned down.
"Lori..." he whispered as Lucy excitedly began stripping. "Would you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Lincoln!" chirped Lori, pleased that he was beginning to come around. "What?"
"I think I'm going to need a distraction after this," he breathlessly said as he grimaced at Lucy's naked body, her moisture already slickening her thighs. "Something that might calm my nerves. Please, would you go by Flip's and get me a pack of cigarettes?"
"Of course!" Lori accepted before smiling, backing out of the room, and closing the door. "Have fun!"
Lincoln's insight had served him well. Lori's desire for him secured her willingness to fetch him a pack of cigarettes without hesitation or question from anyone. And while he entertained Lucy at home, his last-ditch effort to save himself from a life of incest began to play out.
Lori gleefully put her clothes on and grabbed her purse, then excitedly hopped into her old red car, backed into the street, and headed toward Flip's convenience store and gas station. And, the further she got from home, the calmer she became.
After parking in front of the penny-pincher's store, Lori didn't leave the car immediately. Instead, she sat there, blankly staring out the front window with her hands still gripping the wheel. Lori was entirely free of Lincoln's seductive influence, and she began to weep.
Vividly recalling how she and her sisters had thrown themselves at their brother left her emotionally unstable. They loved him, sure. But he was family, not their boyfriend. Being in love with someone was entirely different, let alone willing to have sex with them.
The problem was that Lincoln's life depended on it, which was almost more than Lori could handle. Blubbering, she remembered how being around him made her feel, which didn't help the situation. Going back meant giving herself over to those desires again.
Then again, as illegal, immoral, and socially deviant as it was, Lori enjoyed how she felt around her brother. Was it possible that his powers only brought out some latent feelings she already harbored? Did all siblings secretly feel this way?
If so, those subconscious desires certainly gave validity to sibling rivalries, considering how stressful denial was. Either way, she had to leave and never return or go home, knowing what awaited her. Finally, after listening to her heart, she knew what she must do.
Pocketing her keys and grabbing her purse, she stepped from her car and wiped her face before heading into the overly-priced store.
"Hi, Flip," Lori said, stepping up to the counter and resting her purse on it long enough to fetch her credit card and driver's license. "I need a carton of Winston 100s if you don't mind."
"Say now..." Flip questioned as he pulled a carton from the shelves, still eager to make a sale. "Since when did you take up smoking?"
"Oh, they aren't for me. They're for..." Lori began, stopping before revealing the truth, "...my new boyfriend," she explained. "He needs them to calm his nerves, and soon, he'll need them more than ever."
