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TheAllSeeingEye4812: Not quite. But close.
marz-senpai: He didn't know yet because he already knew his seductive aura was quite effective and influential. He had reason to believe it was something else.
Guest: He didn't know. He fed and left. It's as simple as that.
Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 5
Rita wrapped her legs around the seductive intruder and arched her back as it thrust its immense tool deep within her. Bucking with every thrust, low, guttural groans escaped her lips. At that moment, all the woman wanted was to lay there as he fucked the hell out of her for all eternity.
However, another, more immediate concern was struggling to free itself from the depths of her quickly failing consciousness. Unable to think clearly, she struggled to remember what it was. Opening her eyes for some clue, she studied the incubus' impressive visage.
Standing nearly six feet tall, the man adorned with horns, wings, and a tail was an intimidating presence. His chest and abdomen rippled with muscles, and his biceps were immense. Giving in to his highly intrusive aura, she threw everything she had into meeting his thrusts.
"So..." the incubus asked as he poured his seed into her womb, then repositioned himself for an anal assault, not yet satisfied. "You wish to have a child with me?" he asked, not understanding Rita's statement.
"Our son!" Rita exclaimed, a sudden moment of clarity coming over her. And, pushing him away, she pulled herself up into a curled position. "But no, I don't want another child. What I'm telling you is that we already have one! He's thirteen, and your contribution just manifested a few days ago."
The demon stopped cold and remained motionless for a moment as he sat on his knees near the foot of the bed. While Lincoln resembled his father greatly, in that they had a similar build, the same color hair, and freckles on their faces, that's where the similarity ended.
The demon's skin was rich with red hues and dark shadows, his horns were much longer, his wings more expansive, and his tail still managed to touch the floor from where he sat. And where Lincoln's feet were human, this being's had two joints and ended in hooves.
"Please!" begged Rita. "Say something! He's your son, too, and he's in a lot of pain right now! He doesn't know what to do with himself. Today alone, he had to fuck one of his sisters to stay alive, even though he hates the whole idea! Surely, there is something you can do!"
"That isn't possible," the demon responded. "My kind cannot reproduce as we have no physical form. I am only here in your mind, Rita," he said before leaning over her and sniffing deeply. "Yes..." he muttered. "I can smell his taint on you. You are his now, as are all in this home. This house, and the family within, are his territory now, and I cannot interfere. Now, I must leave."
"Look!" demanded Rita, rising to her knees and shuffling across the bed toward him. "I don't know how this happened or why. But he's your son! Surely, somewhere under that thick demonic flesh, you must care about him enough to help him! Hell! You got me pregnant and left me to raise him! The least you can do is try!"
"I..." stammered the bewildered and uncomfortable being, who'd never experienced anything like Rita. Since the beginning of his existence, all others had given themselves entirely to him, without question or sense of self. But not the woman before him. No, she maintained her self-control.
"I do not know how I can help," he responded after a moment of thought. "This has never happened before. Your son," he said before correcting himself, "our son is unique, but I cannot remain here. By design, he will see me as competition, as he will all those who might take his women away from him. Now, please," he said, with the barest hint of emotion in his tone. "I must leave before he senses me."
"Please?!" sobbed Rita as she sat back on her haunches, looking up at the demon. "You don't have to meet him. But there has to be something you can do! Show him that being with his sisters isn't as bad as he thinks! Anything! I don't want to lose my son!"
"Perhaps..." sighed the demon before leaving the bed. "For now, I must go."
"Will I ever see you again?" asked the forlornly distressed woman.
"I do not think so," replied the demon, turning away from Rita. "But I will be watching," he said before seemingly fading from existence.
Weeping hysterically, Rita collapsed onto her bed, pulled herself into the fetal position, and cried until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
At the other end of the house, one floor above the emotionally depleted mother, her son slept soundly on the mountain of pillows his sisters had provided. Without them, his mattress alone would've been too unforgiving on his wings, which is why he had awakened face-down before.
During the first few hours following his descent into darkness, his dreams remained peaceful, with no hint of emotional or sexual turmoil. However, they slowly began to change halfway through the night, giving way to something more unforgiving of his personality.
One after another, his sisters visited his dreams, showering him with attention, gifts, and declarations of undying love. While they were all entirely nude, flaunting their bodies for his amusement, Lincoln knew something was different, though he couldn't pinpoint precisely what.
Wondering what his nocturnal vision was trying to show him, he continued engaging his sisters, accepting their gifts and attention. By doing so, he hoped to discover what that was. But all he noticed were his sisters' naked bodies, dripping wet with sexual excitement.
After several massages and foot rubs, and everyone had a turn sitting in his bare lap, his flaccid cock nestled between their butt cheeks, it came to him. None of it bothered him. Instead, he enjoyed it immensely. Giving himself over to them, his sisters continued taking turns on his lap.
Eventually, Luan approached him again as Luna stepped away, pouting profusely. However, this time, she didn't sit in his lap. Instead, she knelt before Lincoln and took his member into her mouth, coating it with her saliva as she experienced his pre-cum and sweat.
Soon, Lincoln spewed his load deep into her throat, nearly choking his sister as she struggled to swallow his offering. Then, Luan stood and moved forward onto his lap, where she stared lovingly at him. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him lightly and smiled.
"Lincoln?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "Why won't you do this when you're awake?"
"Because..." whispered Lincoln, gingerly placing his hands on Luan's hips. "I don't want to hurt any of you."
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said, Lincoln," Luan replied, resting her forehead against his. "It means you love us. Otherwise, you wouldn't care."
"I guess..." sighed the startled boy, his cock finally beginning to fill with blood, pulsing under Luan's fleshy globes.
"And, I noticed you didn't deny wanting to," Luan cooed, her breath teasing Lincoln's lips. "Which mean you do, don't you?"
"Maybe," whispered Lincoln, solely to Luan. "But, I..."
"Don't worry," returned Luan, also whispering. "You won't hurt us. You can't."
"What do you mean?" inquired Lincoln, furrowing his brows, sensing something was off. "Lucy had a hard enough time as is. Do you think I could do that to Lola or Lana? What about Lisa and Lily? I'd send them all to the hospital!"
"Your saliva, silly," moaned Luan as she felt his attention beneath her. "It acts as a muscle relaxant and healing agent. Besides, we'd tell you if you were hurting us."
Despite dreaming, the young boy was lucid enough to consider elements of his dream as they happened, and he slowly began to realize that none of this was real. Lifting Luan from her perch on his lap, Lincoln stood and stared at his sisters, contemplating the overall meaning of his dream.
He could no longer deny that he enjoyed his affair with Lucy, and part of him looked forward to when he could see her again. Nor could he put aside his growing appreciation for his sisters' bodies. He didn't want to hurt them, especially the younger ones. Only he didn't know why.
As Lincoln stood there, staring at his mental reconstructions of his sisters, he considered each of them individually. Whether it was Lori's boldness, Lisa's intelligence, or Lynn's aggressiveness, they all made him smile. But the innocent look in Leni's eyes brought his thoughts to a close.
"Why are you looking at us like that, Lincy?" Leni asked with her hands clasped on her lap. "We love you."
"I love you, too," responded Lincoln, smiling broadly at them.
"Good," said a deep, resonant voice, seeming to come from everywhere. "You have taken your first step toward accepting yourself and your sisters. Now, it is time to wake up. You grow weak and need to feed."
Snapping upright, Lincoln opened his eyes and stared at the Muscle Fish posted on his far wall, sheets of sweat drooling down his face and torso.
"What the fuck was that?" the boy murmured to himself as he stood and dried himself with the towel that hung over the hamper's edge.
Then, staring at the morning's light coming through his little window, Lincoln sighed, finally understanding his hesitation. Lincoln's rationalization for not having sex with his sisters had less to do with not wanting to hurt them as much as it was that he loved them.
"I love my sisters..." Lincoln tried out loud. "I'm in love with my sisters," he said, becoming more specific.
Taking a long, deep breath, Lincoln exhaled slowly at the realization. Still, the basic premise remained; his sisters were not entirely in their right minds. Accepting them now would be equivalent to rape, and that was something he couldn't do, regardless of how he felt about them.
However, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his stomach's increasing complaints and the slight dizziness he felt. Shaking his head clear of the dream and his following realization, he slipped on Lynn's old black sweatpants, poking his tail through the little slit, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Rita was already in the kitchen, preparing her children's meal, wearing an incredibly sheer nightgown with her bathrobe loosely draped around her. Noticing her son enter and take his seat, she turned away from the setting eggs and considered him for a moment.
"Good morning, son," she chirped, noticing his slouch. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm okay, Mom," Lincoln replied. "Though, I'm a little hungry," he said.
"I see," acknowledged his mother. "What for?"
"Uh..." murmured her son, his face turning slightly red. "For food?" he offered. Then, more quietly, "and sex. Is Lucy up yet?"
"No, not yet," Rita said, beaming at him. "But Lori is."
"Thanks, Mom," Lincoln offered. "Where is she?"
"She's upstairs in the bathroom. If you hurry, she could feed you before I get done cooking the rest of the meal," Lincoln's mother chirped, elated at his new receptiveness. "Though, I have to ask, did something happen to change your mind?"
"I, uh, had a weird dream, is all," he explained. "I don't know. Someone spoke to me and clarified some things. I'll tell you more later," he offered. "But right now, I need sex."
Grinning, Rita turned back to the eggs, ready to scramble.
Standing in front of the bathroom door, Lincoln hesitated. He was in love with her, as with all his sisters. But was she in love with him? Would her soul be as content as her consciousness at having sex with him? Then, feeling the bitter sting of dizziness, he brushed his thoughts off and tried the knob to find it locked.
"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, clawing angrily at the knob. "Open!"
Taking Lincoln entirely by surprise, he heard the tumbler slide into place, unlocking the door. Tentatively but urgently, he tried the knob again. The starving incubus quietly stepped inside, not wanting to alarm his sister or wake the others, and locked the door behind him.
"Lori?" he nearly whispered, clasping his hands before him. "It's me, Lincoln."
"Lincoln?" gasped Lori, instinctively wrapping herself in the plastic shower curtain before peeking out. "What are you doing here? I'm trying to shower, you know!"
"I'm sorry," Lincoln muttered, slowly turning away. "I'll go. I was just hungry, and..."
"Wait..." Lori replied, stopping him in his tracks.
Releasing her hold on the curtains, she grabbed her brother's hands, gently pulling him into the warm, running water. Pulling him close, she allowed their flesh to meet, pressing her breasts against him. Then, looking deeply into his eyes, she began whispering to him.
"Why me?" she inquired pleadingly. "After your announcement that you'll only have sex with Lucy, I have to know."
"B-because..." Lincoln said, swallowing afterward. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Lincoln," Lori whispered, kissing his forehead between his horns. "We have to love each other. We're family. But, is that it? Nothing more?"
"No," Lincoln said, lifting his gaze from his sister's tits directly into her eyes. "I'm in love with you," he finally admitted. "I'm in love with all of you. And with your admission the other day, I thought, maybe..."
Without another word, Lori wrapped her arms around her brother and firmly pressed her lips against his. Exploring the interior of his mouth with a reckless abandon that even Lucy would have difficulty besting, Lori gave him her response as they embraced in the warm stream.
It didn't take long for Lincoln's erection to form, and when Lori felt it press against her bottom, she parted from him and backed up against the wall. Pulling him forward, she parted her legs and aligned him for entry. Then, eagerly but slowly, Lori slid down the wall onto his shaft. Finally, in place, she beamed at him and nodded.
"I'm yours, my little Lincubus," she demanded, willingly giving herself to him. And, with lust written on her face, she pleaded with him. "Fuck the hell out of me! Make me bleed!" she whimpered.
Lincoln returned her nod and smiled at her as he pushed himself into his sister, already beginning to feel his strength returning. And as he smashed her against the wall, prodding her innermost depths, a look of utter pleasure graced her face. At times, it looked almost as if she were in pain, but Lincoln knew better and only increased his assault on her cunt.
"God, yes..." moaned Lori, one arm bracing herself on the soap rack, the other firmly attached to the shower head. "Harder, Lincoln," she begged, her head hanging from the exertion. "Deeper!"
There was no escaping the noise they were making, but neither cared. As far as the unnatural lovers cared, the entire house could wake and hear them, adding to the sinful arousal they were experiencing. Finally, Lincoln's balls tightened, letting loose a torrent of milky fluid within his voluptuous sister as her vaginal muscles contracted around him.
Both Lori and Lincoln shuddered as they released themselves. Then, pulling out of his sister, Lincoln kissed her passionately before parting and cleaning themselves up for breakfast. Lincoln had now claimed two of his sisters, though he had yet to tell the others how he felt about them.
Rita watched her son leave to rut his sister, her daughter, and she unexpectedly felt a specific pride course over her. Unable to rationalize her feelings, she embraced them instead. If only she could please her son the way her daughters did, she would be whole again.
Ever since her experience with Lincoln's father, she had felt a lack of satisfaction with life. Everything seemed dull and uninspired. However, being around her son filled her with unexplainable joy and zeal, and she wanted those feelings to endure forever.
"Damn it!" she muttered to herself as she put the last two pieces of bread in the toaster. "I still didn't get his name!"
Rita might have berated herself more had her children not smelled the cooking food and started coming downstairs. For the time being, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. Feeding her children came first, especially having no idea who might "feed" Lincoln at lunch.
"Morning, Mom," yawned Lola as she strolled into the kitchen in her cotton nightgown.
"Good morning, dear," replied her mother as she set the table. "Did you sleep well?"
"Not really," sighed Lola, taking her seat and resting her tired head in her arms. "I was too horny and kept rubbing myself."
"Me too," interjected Lana, a few steps behind her twin. "Now my butt's sore."
"Your butt?" chirped Rita. "What do you mean?"
"That weirdo kept sticking screwdriver handles up her butt!" scowled Lola. "So gross!"
"Maybe," sighed Lana, sitting awkwardly in her chair. "But it feels amazing."
"Oh, honey..." cooed the tomboy's mother. "You can hurt yourself that way. I have something much better you can use if you want."
"What I want is Lincoln," complained Lana, pouting.
"Don't worry about that," announced their mother as Luna and Luan strolled in, moving like zombies. "I have reason to believe that your turn will come sooner than you think."
"What are we talking about?" asked Lynn as she and Lisa shuffled in behind her older sisters.
"I don't care..." Lucy complained, hobbling in last, still naked and unwashed. "I only want to eat, so I'll be ready for Lincoln today."
Lastly, Leni came waltzing in with Lily in her arms and placed the toddler in her highchair. Afterward, she took her usual place at the table and smiled at her sisters.
"Good morning!" Leni chirped. "Is everyone ready for the day?" she asked. "I sure am!" the overly happy teen finished, reaching for the bowl of eggs.
"Wait..." barked Lisa, noticing the absences. "Where are Lori and Lincoln? Did nobody wake them?"
"I'm sorry to keep you all waiting," Lori beamed as she strolled into the kitchen naked. "Lincoln and I were a little preoccupied. He'll be down in a minute."
"Occupied?" Lucy repeated, scowling at her sister. "And what, pray tell, were you occupied with?"
"With him," Lori briskly chirped as she casually dug into her pancakes as if it were no big deal. "We fucked in the shower."
No sooner had Lori spoken the words than the kitchen erupted into cacophony. Arguments and insults immediately sounded throughout the room. Even Rita had a difficult time speaking over her unsettled children. Fortunately, Lincoln arrived to save the day.
"Ehem!" Lincoln coughed as he stood nude on the threshold between the dining room and kitchen, getting everyone's attention.
All eyes fell on the young incubus, and the room fell entirely too quiet as Lincoln's sisters and mother ogled him. Lincoln took a moment to let them adjust. And after ensuring he made eye contact with each of them, he made an unexpected announcement.
"Okay," he said authoritatively. "Here's the deal..."
