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

SuperSonicBros123: Ah, the cigarettes. Read on, and you'll see why he asked for them.

TheAllSeeingEye4812: You already know who's first. Lincoln acknowledged her at the end of the last chapter.

qazse: Of course not. However, oral sex is another matter.

marz-senpai: He doesn't realize he has that effect yet, only seduction.

Rinkān no Shimai

(Lincoln's Sisters)

By Lola Presents

Chapter 4

"Of course!" Lori accepted before smiling, backing out of the room, and closing the door. "Have fun!"


Of course, Lincoln had no interest in cigarettes. Instead, Lincoln hoped that once his eldest sister had put sufficient distance between them, Lori would come to her senses and think of a way out of their predicament. However, he now faced a more immediate concern.

Lucy had entirely stripped and threw back Lincoln's covers, eager to mount him. Focusing his resolve on getting through the upcoming ordeal, the young boy clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. Still weak from withdrawal, he could barely move, much less undress.

Grinning like the demented banshee that she often pretended to be, Lucy assisted him by grabbing the waistband and yanking them forcefully off her brother, leaving his manhood exposed. Nearly seven inches of uncircumcised flaccid flesh before the stunned girl.

"Let's get this over with," pleaded Lincoln, struggling to force the event into the deepest recesses of his conscious mind. "You realize I'm only allowing you to do this because I don't want to die. Right?"

"That'll change," moaned Lucy before grabbing the silk scarf she once had around her neck and tying her bangs back. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, saving the windows to my soul for the one who finally won my heart," she explained as her steel-grey corneas came into view.

Despite Lincoln's resentment of the situation, he couldn't help but find her alluring. But though he'd won her heart, she hadn't won his. Lincoln was still adamant about putting an end to things before anyone else got violated. At least, that's what his consciousness wanted.

What his subconscious wanted, however, was another thing altogether. His demonic side seemed to have taken over his body, reacting to Lucy's entreats, and soon his member had swollen to an impressive nine inches once his foreskin had unfurled.

With a girth of nearly an inch and a half, Lucy swallowed and gawked at the immensity of it, wondering how she would ever take her brother entirely. The few inches that would fit inside her vaginal canal weren't enough for her. No, she needed to feel him deep within her.

As eager as Lucy was, Lincoln's skin was dry, and she postponed going all out until after vaginal intercourse. Crawling onto the bed, she straddled Lincoln's lap and clawed at his chest before positioning him for entry, making her brother squirm uncomfortably.

"Okay..." Lucy cooed devilishly, rubbing the head of his cock along her moist slit until his length got drenched in her fluids. "Here we go!" she announced, putting all her weight into the effort.

"For fuck's sake!" cried Lincoln, closing his eyes tightly. "Don't narrate! Just do it already!"

At nine years old, Lucy had not yet had her first period, and though she could get three fingers inside herself while masturbating, mounting her brother proved more difficult than she expected. However, after several minutes of bobbing, pushing further and harder with each repetition, she managed to fill herself. That's when her real fun began.

Finally able to relax, Lucy leaned forward and supported herself with her hands while tasting every inch of her brother's chest and abdomen as her hips moved along his length. Every stroke was an effort, forcing herself back onto his cock after fighting against suction to pull herself off.

Lincoln arched his back against his will at the sheer pleasure of Lucy's attention, and soon, a powerful sensation spread across his body, emanating from his groin. Unable to contain his unnaturally enhanced desire any longer, he wrapped his arms around his sister and pulled her into a deep, sensual kiss.

"God, you feel so good!" Lincoln whispered after their oral confirmation ended. "More!" he pleaded through weak breaths. "I need..."

"I know what you need," cooed Lucy, pulling entirely off him and realigning him with her asshole. "Let's go deep!" she cried, nearly in tears at her pleasure.

"What?" gasped the overwhelmed boy. "What if you're dirty?"

"It doesn't matter," whispered Lucy, licking her lips with an intensity that scared Lincoln. "You'll be clean when I get done with you. I promise."

"Uh..." grumbled Lincoln as he felt his tip enter her second most forbidden zone. "Oh, fuck..." was the last thing he muttered as Lucy slowly lowered herself onto his lengthy rod, making positional adjustments along the way to accommodate him.

Finally, as his sister's ass cheeks rested firmly upon his lap, he risked opening his eyes, which probably wasn't the most brilliant move. Not only was he firmly embedded within his little sister, but he could barely make out his outline upon her belly.

Seeing things for himself, then watching as she struggled to move around him, was all it took. Lincoln felt a surge of lust course through him, taking him over, and he felt his strength return nearly all at once. Taking Lucy by surprise, Lincoln grabbed hold of her and lifted her as he left the bed. Then, laying her down, he vigorously took over, standing beside the bed.

"Oh, God! Yes!" screamed Lucy, her eyes rolling toward the back of her head as she reached her arms backward, grabbing onto the edge of her brother's mattress to help steady herself. "Fuck me, Lincoln! Screw me raw!" she demanded, her breaths becoming quick and exaggerated.

Lincoln seemed to be moving against his will. But for whatever reason, he enjoyed it immensely, despite fighting against it. Lincoln plowed his younger sister's dark recesses for the next several minutes. And just as Lori pulled into the driveway, he exploded, unloading himself into Lucy.

As quickly as the lust had taken him over, Lincoln felt it fade as he pulled out of his sister, long sticky strands of cum stretching between them until they naturally snapped. He had done what he needed and was back to normal. And, falling to his knees, he began to weep.


As Lori pulled into the driveway, she could already feel Lincoln's presence, though it was still mild outside the house. Sitting quietly for a moment, she again reviewed her decision to return. Sure, she should probably seek help, but from who? The hospital wouldn't be of any use, and Lori doubted the local church would have any life experience with such matters.

Staring out her window towards her brother's room, she had to wonder if she didn't have feelings for him, buried somewhere. Her mother seemed to be able to resist him, which got her thinking. Maybe his aura didn't just seduce people but elevated feelings that were dormant but there nonetheless.

Going in meant returning to the overwhelming desire to violate her brother, and she knew that was not what he wanted. Then again, the entire affair was new to everyone. Maybe he needed time to come around. Regardless, Lincoln was her brother, and she'd do anything to prevent him from dying.

Hesitantly, she grabbed the carton of cigarettes and exited the car. And the closer she came to the house, the more intense her desire became, eventually overshadowing any doubt that may have lingered. Something was different, though. The mood was calmer and less demanding.

Finally, Lori understood what had happened in her absence, now entirely under Lincoln's influence, and cheered as she bolted up the stairs to his room. When she burst into the unlocked room, her vulva had already gorged itself, and her fluids began cascading down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she asked in bewilderment as Lucy's head bobbed up and down along the last few inches of Lincoln's member, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Cleaning him off," Lucy moaned. "I wanted to take all of him, so we used my ass, and I promised him he'd be clean when I got done," she explained before getting back to her brother's filthy skin, utterly oblivious to the taste under his influence.

"That's..." Lori responded, prepared to judge the act with disgust. However, she no longer felt that way, "...cool." she said. "Is it my turn yet?"

"NO!" yelled Lincoln, raising his damp face from his hands, alerting Lori to his emotional state. "I didn't want any of this!" he screamed. "And I'm fine now. So please, leave. Both of you!"

"Lucy?" Lori demanded of her sister. "Please leave. I need to speak with Lincoln."

"Okay," the little goth moaned as she stood up, cum drooling from her lips as she hobbled out, barely able to stand. "I was finished, anyway."

Lori may have been under his influence, but when she considered him, she felt more than lust. She felt sorrow and pity. Having had a brief respite from everything, gaining her clarity yet choosing to come back seemed to have affected her profoundly. Somehow, she felt in control.

But there was something else, something she couldn't identify.

That aside, Lori helped her brother get up and covered his lap once he'd taken a seat on his bed. Sitting tentatively beside him, she leaned in and spoke from the heart.

"Lincoln?" she asked with sincere concern. "Are you alright?"

"No," her brother spat. "I just fucked my sister. How do you think I feel?"

Quietly, Lori opened the carton, pulled a pack out, and unwrapped it. Then, removing a cigarette, she handed it and a lighter to Lincoln.

"Here," she said, urging him to partake. "This should calm you down," she added. "I know what you did was difficult. It wasn't easy coming back home, either. But I love you. We all do to some degree, whether familial or otherwise, and we don't want to see you die."

"I know..." sobbed the young man. "It's just..."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" prodded Lori, without knowing why. "And that scares you."

"Yeah," sighed Lincoln before realizing something was different about his sister. Furrowing his brows and wiping his tears away, Lincoln stared at Lori for a moment. "Why aren't you begging me for sex like the others?"

Lori scrunched up her mouth and shrugged.

"I don't know," she admitted, entirely unsure. "I mean, I still feel your influence, and I'd love nothing more than for you to rake my insides with your cock..." she told Lincoln casually. "But..."

"Maybe it's because I'm not hungry anymore?" Lori's brother suggested, finally lighting the cigarette, despite his initial distaste, hoping it worked in calming his nerves.

"No..." sighed Lori, afraid to admit the truth. But now was not the time for secrets, and she knew it. If anything, Lincoln needed full disclosure. "I think it's because I fell in love with you somewhere along the way, buried somewhere deep inside me. And because of that, I can handle it now."

"So..." murmured Lincoln. "If I ask you not to make any more advances, you won't?"

"Well!" chirped Lori, lightly slapping her legs. "I can't promise anything. We'll have to see what happens when you get hungry again. But, in the meantime, yes. But it won't be without complaint."

"Thank you," Lincoln said, leaning his horned head against his sister's shoulder.


Lynn knew what had happened between her brother and Lucy as the girl made no attempt to clean herself or get dressed, which only aggravated Lynn's desire. Then, after hearing Lori leave his room, assuming he'd fucked her too, Lynn made her move. Jumping off her bed and landing by her door, she threw it open and bolted to that of her brother.

"Hey, Lincubus!" she cooed, knocking softly but urgently on his door. "Please, may I come in?"

"No!" he called through the locked door. "Go away, and don't come back unless I call you."

"But, when will that be?" Lynn pleaded, her legs covered in her fluids.

"Never!" replied Lincoln harshly. "That's the point!"

"What if you get hungry again?" cooed Lynn. "My holes are ready and more mature, you know."

"The answer is still no," affirmed her brother. "I've already tainted Lucy, so she's the only one I'll do it with from now on. I refuse to betray any more of my sisters!"

"What?!" exclaimed Lynn, her eyes widening in anger and disappointment. Then, banging on his door and joggling the handle, her lust got the better of her. "Let me in! I need to touch you, fuck you, and feel you inside me!" she cried, bringing her sisters out of their rooms, who joined her in their unnatural attraction toward him.

"Yeah!" chorused the others. "Let us in!"

"I can do things you can't imagine, bruh," called Luna. "Please?"

"Me too!" chirped Luan, her hobbies spilling over into her lust. "I can put hand places that'll drive you wild!"

"Uh, what Luan said," interjected Lana. "Only you can do it to me!"

"Come on, Lincy!" cooed Leni, pushing her bare breasts together. "I could give a nice titty-fuck. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Please, Lincy?" begged Lola, on her knees at his door, trying to peer underneath. "I'll do anything you want! How about a nice pole dance?"

"Alright, girls," their mother said after seeing what the commotion was over. "Go to your rooms or somewhere else. Lincoln's been satisfied. Now, leave him alone," she demanded.

As her children began arguing among themselves as they wandered away, only Lori remained. Only she hadn't rushed to her brother's door, which Rita found odd. Her eldest child stood beside her door, leaning against the wall with her arms folded and a strange look on her face.

"Are you alright?" Rita asked as she approached her daughter, furrowing her brows and feeling her forehead for illness.

"I'm fine, Mom," Lori said. "Only..." she added, biting her lower lip.

"What is it, dear?" prodded her mother in concern. "You looked troubled."

"Mom?" Lori spoke softly. "When I went on Lincoln's errand and out of the house, I began to go back to normal," she explained, small tears beginning to fall. "The thing is, I almost didn't come back. But as I sat there thinking about everything, I realized that I was in love with him somewhere deep down. Of course, that's not something I'd ever admit to before," she continued, her cheeks glistening with wetness. "But I just overheard Lincoln telling everyone he doesn't plan on using any more of his sisters, only Lucy, and it breaks my heart."

"I'm so sorry, honey," Rita cooed in a motherly way, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. "I know how you feel," she admitted. "I, too, feel something for him, and his decision to only feed from Lucy concerns me. It could cause a lot of arguments and fights between the others."

"I know," cried Lori, "and I can't bear to listen to him making love to Lucy and not me."

"Oh, baby," sighed Lori's mother, pulling away to gaze at her. "Don't think of it that way. Alright? He's not making love to anyone. He's feeding. That's it."

"I know, Mom," whimpered Lori, collapsing against the wall. "But the thought of him being with anyone other than me tears me apart."

"I don't know what to tell you, Lori," admitted her mother. "Things are different now, and we have to live with different rules. I can't change who he is, but he's still family, and we must do whatever is required. What else can I do?" she implored.

Longingly, Lori looked up and stared into her mother's eyes.

"You can make it stop," Lori pleaded. "All of it. I don't care how you do it, but you need to find his father and figure this out! Dad's hurting, Lincoln's hurting, and I'm hurting! If you are willing to do whatever is required, then do that!"


Rita thought about Lori's request throughout the day, and she was right, but the frazzled mother had no clue how to go about things. Fourteen years ago, an incubus had visited Rita in the dead of night, seducing her and getting her pregnant. How does one locate and contact such a being?

Rita wasn't sure if the event had been entirely in her head. People generally accepted that spirits could manipulate their environment, throwing things and causing chaos. It wasn't unrealistic to think they might be able to manage genes in the same way.

Eventually, the evening came to a close, and Rita ensured that everyone had sequestered themselves in their rooms and that Lincoln's door remained locked before retiring to her own. The only thing the confused mother could think of was recreating the event.

While not optimal, it was the only available course forward. Undressing, Rita slipped into her bed, naked as before, and began masturbating while thinking of her son, who resembled his father. At least, from what she remembered. Lincoln had horns, wings, and a tail, so it wasn't difficult.

For a long time, nothing happened other than multiple and continuous orgasms, still operating under Lincoln's influence. Her body and sheets became thoroughly soaked, and she didn't mind for some reason. The damp stickiness only added to her desire. It felt natural and welcome.

Finally, as Rita was about to succumb to the darkness of nocturnal slumber, it happened. At first, the woman was barely aware of its presence, but as it grew closer, her fingers increased speed, and she emitted quiet moans as her body heaved with excitement.

Then suddenly and instinctively, Rita's eyes flew open. He was there, in her room, the incubus that had seduced her all those years ago. There was no doubt left in her mind. The being before her was Lincoln's father, and he looked as youthful as the day she met him.

Only this time, things didn't seem like a dream. Perhaps Rita had gotten used to Lincoln's aura and had adjusted. Maybe it was something else. Regardless, she stopped diddling herself long enough to sit up and stare at him in his godlike appearance.

"Hello, Rita," said a deep, resonant voice, yet calm and seductive. He then ran one hand tenderly up one of Rita's legs as he approached her, settling one of his fingers upon her clit and rubbing it gently. "You wished to see me again?"

Rita did not attempt to resist. Instead, she laid back and closed her eyes expectantly as she accepted his intrusion into her chambers and slipped himself inside her.

"I must admit," the incubus said. "The pleases me greatly."

"That's nice..." breathed Rita, nearly losing herself in lust. "But, we need to talk about our son."