Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
RJC02: You're on to something but can't say what just yet. Read on to find out. I can handle a chapter every day or two, but only for one story. It's hard to juggle so many plotlines at once.
TheAllSeeingEye4812: I wouldn't worry about that. It's part of his nature now. But who and how? Wait and see.
Guest: That's possible at some point. It depends on how his relationship with his father develops, as well as his own feelings for his mother.
Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 6
"Okay," Lincoln had said authoritatively. "Here's the deal..."
Whatever their brother said, his sisters knew it would be monumental. The day prior, Lincoln disavowed all his sisters, save for Lucy, but lost that conviction that morning to Lori. Something had changed, and they were eager to hear what it was.
"I've spent the last thirteen years with no reason to believe I was anything but human. Two days ago, I woke up as an incubus. The thing is, I am not entire either. I'm both," he informed them, gazing around the room before continuing.
"I am still me," he announced. "I like playing video games, reading comics, and making models in my spare time. But..." he paused, "...I also need sex to survive, which leads me to my point. At first, the idea of feeding on you disgusted me because of my socially learned inhibitions."
Several of Lincoln's sisters shifted in their seats uncomfortably, mostly because none wore panties and were beginning to get sticky again. It looked like Lincoln had reconsidered, and they might get some resolution to their eternal state of horniness. But they weren't sure.
"Last night, I had a strange dream where I entertained all of you," he admitted nervously. "And at the end, something or someone put a few things into perspective and clarified something I'd been in denial over. That fact is," he paused again, ensuring he still had their attention, "I'm in love with you," he finally admitted. "All of you."
"Eben me?" cried Lily, letting her arms fall limp upon the highchair tray.
"Yes..." sighed Lincoln, looking his littlest sister in her eyes. "Even you," he asserted. "Especially you," Lincoln added, shocking everyone. "I think this thing, whatever it is, has been with me all my life," he explained. "And maybe it's affected you along the way too. But, putting that aside, I will have to lay down some ground rules, so listen well."
"Without proper consent, while thinking clearly, I cannot have sex with you," he told them, followed by several gasps and groans. "But, if you leave my aura and return on your own, I will accept that as proof that you're in love with me, not merely under my spell. Until then, stop with the constant begging and arguing. I don't like it, and it doesn't help your case."
"Wait..." interjected Lola inquisitively. "So, you're telling us that you won't have sex with us unless we're in love with you and can prove it?"
"That's right, Lola," nodded Lincoln during his response.
"What if there was another way?" Lola prompted.
"Like what?" queried her curious brother.
"Wait here!" Lola spat as she bolted from her chair, leaving behind a shallow puddle of her fluids.
The young princess left the kitchen hurriedly, uncaring of where her bodily drool landed, and ran up the stairs. His sisters and mother, who remained assembled downstairs, patiently sat as they heard their sister's door open forcefully, followed by the sounds of a drawer opening and closing, and finally, her door slamming shut before running back downstairs.
Lola came bounding around the corner and through the dining room into the kitchen, holding something close to her chest. Coming to a stop before her brother, she forcefully held the object up, offering it to him for inspection.
"Here," she sighed. "Read it.
Lincoln tenderly accepted the small book and stared at the cover. It was his sister's coveted diary, which had previously gone under the guard of numerous booby-traps over the years. It was the one journal in the house that had never been breached by anyone, regardless of their attempts.
"You..." stammered Lincoln, honored by her gesture, "...want me to read your diary? But I thought..."
"Just read it," begged Lola. "Any page. It doesn't matter."
Still standing near the threshold between the kitchen and dining room, Lincoln pulled his chair away from the table, turned it around, sitting in reverse to allow his wings to flap idly, his massive but flaccid cock hanging between the seat and backrest. Before opening it, Lincoln eyed the little book suspiciously.
"Come on, please?" pleaded Lola, dipping her body in frustration. "There are no traps! I promise! And, read it out loud."
Slowly, Lincoln moved his gaze from his desperate sister to the diary, opening it to a random page, and began to read what his sister had written not long after she'd turned five and started doing pageants.
"Hi diry. I luv mi bruddur a lot." he said, trying his best to sound out the highly misspelled and poorly written words. "I jus wan kis him all ofer."
Flipping ahead, Lincoln read another passage.
"To day I had mi fisrt pajent. I got threed place," it read. "But da bes ting was Licon. He hep mi wiff my baving sut. I has a wegie and he sliped him figer uder it and he figer tuched mi," Lincoln continued reading. "It was good. I wan him to do it mor."
Cocking his eye, Lincoln flipped forward more significantly and continued reading.
" Hi again. It's me, Lola," the diary read, still a little sloppy but more readable. "Today, I lost a bet to Lily. Even though Lincoln also lost, I got him the reward he wanted: a pair of 'victory' undies. I know what you're going to say, but it's not like that. I may be in love with him, but I don't want everyone else seeing what's mine, you know? If he doesn't come around soon, as often as I flaunt my naked butt around him, I may have to..."
Lincoln stopped reading and closed the diary handing it back to his sister. However, she pushed it away with both hands.
"No," she sighed. "It's yours now. A journal of my love for you."
"Uh, thanks," muttered the stunned boy, not knowing how to voice his appreciation. Then, it hit him. "Alright," he cooed, smiling at her. "You'll be my lunch today. But, considering your age, I can't promise it'll work."
"Really!" chirped Lola, throwing her arms around her brother, her chubby legs brushing against his dick as it hung through the opening in the chair. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed as she backed off and removed her nightgown. "Goodbye, clothes!" she grinned in triumph. "I don't need you anymore!"
"You may not," interjected her mother. "But some of you still have school or work, and tomorrow is Monday."
"Dang it..." complained several of Lincoln's sisters as they stood and tried to find normalcy again.
"Hold up!" shot Luna. "We're ALL going to be out of your aura while at school! Well, those still in middle school will still be near you, but..." she muttered. "The point is. We'll all have to come home, regardless. How does that prove anything?"
"Hm..." thought Lincoln. "Alright, if you find you aren't in love with me, ride the bus and get off at Aunt Ruth's house, then call home. Lori can pick you up. That way, I know what your decision is."
"Wait..." interjected Lori, biting her lip at a sudden realization. "I have to go back to college tonight. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Rita inquired.
"Unless I change my classes to online," she said. "If you're willing to oversee my studies, that is."
"Of course, dear," chirped Rita. "Anything to see my babies together!"
Then, after freeing Lily from her seat, Rita approached her son, who remained in his chair, his arms folded over the backrest with his head nestled within. Without saying a word, Lincoln's mother could tell he was still struggling to alleviate his inner torment over being in love with his sisters, his unnatural desire for them, and not wanting to hurt them.
"That was an adorable thing you did for Lola," she offered. "However, it isn't official until you have sex with her. After Lucy's difficulties, are you sure you can do that?"
"Something I learned in my dream is that my saliva supposedly acts as a muscle relaxant and healing agent," he muttered without lifting his head. "If that's true, it's worth a try. Otherwise, she'll have to live with anal and oral only. But I can't deny her. She satisfactorily proved her love."
"That she did," sighed Rita, slipping her hand down her pants after being near her son too long. "I had no idea she felt that way, either. I wonder if there are others?" she added suggestively.
Lincoln finally raised his head and stared at his mother as she worked her finger into her swollen mound, producing wet squishy noises. He knew she was referring to herself, and though Lincoln harbored some mild feelings for her, he wasn't ready for the reality of a mother-son coupling yet.
Then suddenly, a fierce sensation flushed throughout Lincoln's body, making him grow tense and rigid. His eyes felt warm as if blood rushed through them. His muscles tightened, and the back of the chair crumbled under his grip. Furrowing his brows in dismay, he stood.
"Something wrong..." he whispered.
"Lincoln!" his mother gasped, removing her hand from her pants and covering her mother. "Your eyes! They're on fire!"
Before Lincoln could respond or seek a mirror, a resounding knock emanated from the front door.
"I'll get it!" called Rita, who was the only one entirely dressed.
Lincoln followed his mother to the living room, growing increasingly agitated the closer he got to the front door. Silently motioning for her son to remain out of sight behind the door, Rita cracked it and peeked out.
"Hi, Mrs. L!" chirped Bobby, holding a bouquet. "I'm here to pick Lori up. We had a date this evening before she heads back to college."
"Oh, my..." Rita gasped, covering her mouth again in surprise. "I, uh, she..." stammered her mother. "One minute, please," she requested before unceremoniously closing the door on the young man.
"Lori?" whispered Rita to her eldest daughter, who stood near the foot of the stairs in curiosity. "It's Bobby. You had a date tonight?"
"Oh, shit!" cried Lori, latching onto the stairwell post. "I can't! What am I going to do?"
"I don't know, but you have to do something," her mother said. "He's standing on the porch with flowers in hand. You can't avoid him."
Then, Lincoln uttered a low, gurgling growl and clenched his fists.
"Make it quick, Lori," he muttered forcefully, "before I do something I'll regret."
"Mom!" spat Lori, reaching for her mother's bathrobe. "Quick, give me your robe!"
Pulling it around herself, Lori secured the flaps, tied the sash, and answered the door while everyone else ran upstairs to hide as Lincoln was the only one they wanted to see their prizes.
"Bobby!" chirped Lori, peeking around the door, feigning excitement to see her former boyfriend. "W-what are you doing here?" she stumbled.
"What?" asked Bobby in confusion. "We had a date tonight. Remember?"
"Oh! Right..." mumbled the jittery girl. "About that..." she offered, laughing nervously.
Unable to resist Lincoln's unearthly strength, Lori released her grip on the door as it flew forcefully open, revealing her brother as he stood menacingly in the foyer.
"She doesn't want to see you anymore," Lincoln growled. "Now, go away!"
"Why are you naked?" questioned the astonished young man. Then, noticing something of more import, "are your eyes on fire? And, are those wings and horns?"
"LEAVE!" growled Lincoln, shaking the house with his ferocity.
Though he was a little slow on the uptake, Bobby didn't need further convincing. Dropping the arrangement of flowers on the porch, he made a mad dash for his scooter and hauled off down Franklin Avenue.
As his competition receded, Lincoln released his anger, incinerating the flowers he'd left behind into nothing but ash. Then, as suddenly as the rage had overtaken him, it subsided, and Lincoln lost consciousness, falling to the floor as Lori closed and locked the door.
When Lincoln opened his eyes, he sat at his elementary school's lunch table, surrounded by his friends. For a moment, he sat idle as he listened to them complain about the stale food, cattle, or UFOs. Nothing seemed out of place except him. That and he was in middle school now.
"I swear, guys!" Zach insisted. "It flew right over the house!"
"Right, Zach," muttered Rusty. "And one of Liam's pigs flew."
"You guys..." Stella chuckled. "You can't even give it a rest for one day!"
For a moment, things were silent as everyone ate some of their horrible food. Then, Clyde broke the silence with an odd announcement.
"You know," he opened, "the end-of-year dance is coming up, and well, I'd like to be the first to ask. Would you go to the dance with me, Stella?"
"No way!" barked Rusty. "She's going with me! To hell with our pact!"
"You're delusional!" countered Liam. "She obviously wants a man who can get things done around the farm if you know what I mean."
"Nonsense!" declared Zach, "she wants someone who can protect her from those darned aliens!"
"NO!" screamed Lincoln, feeling his eyes ignite once more as he glared at his male friends.
"Calm yourself," came a familiar voice within his head. "You must learn to control your rage."
While the scene before him had slowed to near stillness, Lincoln breathed deep and sat back in his chair, covering his eyes with his hands. The voice, his father, was right. They were his friends, and he needed to control himself. But how?
The fire still raged within Lincoln as he looked up at his motionless friends. He had his girls of his own at home. Why should he get angered over their attraction to Stella? True, one of them had an intense desire for Lori, despite agreeing to remain friends. But he was harmless.
"You are in denial, son," his father said when he spoke again. "You think you have accepted who you are, but this is your reality. Look around you. You desire her, do you not? Her damp, wet slit calls your name. Her breasts are begging for your touch."
"No, that's..." Lincoln murmured. "My sisters are all I need."
"What about the supple young goth sitting with your sister, Lucy?" his father teased. "Does the thought of invading her anal cavity not fill you with lust? I see your thoughts, son, and know your desires. Your teacher, Miss Johnson, is ripe for your pleasure. You have only to seek her out."
"NO!" screamed Lincoln at his father's suggestions. "I won't rape anyone! They have to be someone I share a mutual love with!"
"Incubi do not love Lincoln," his father complained. "We feed. That is all."
"Yeah?" sighed Lincoln angrily. "Well, maybe that's why you're alone and not with my mom!" he shouted mentally. "She loves you and misses you terribly, you know."
"What?" his father's voice echoed within Lincoln's mind, faint but audible.
"She loves you," Lincoln calmly repeated. "She needs you. I need you!"
"That is not my purpose," his father said, now whispering, his voice growing fainter. "I cannot..."
"Me tiss you 'gain!" chirped Lily as Lincoln's eyes opened to gaze upon his delicious little sister hovering over him.
"Uh..." muttered Lincoln as he sat up. "What happened?"
"You passed out again from overexertion," his mother told him. "Bobby came courting Lori, and you scared the shit out of him with your fiery eyes," she continued explaining.
"You should've seen him run!" declared Lana. "It was hilarious! And when those flowers burst into flame..."
"That wasn't funny," Lincoln sighed. "None of it was. I could've killed him. From now on, no guests. Alright? We need an excuse to keep people away while I figure out how to control my competitive nature."
"Well, it seems to me that COVID would make an excellent cover," Lisa offered as she tweaked her tiny nipples under her sweater, producing a fresh flow of liquids and an intense shudder. "In the meantime," she continued casually, "I might be able to assist you, assuming you will allow me to take some readings and measurements."
Lincoln narrowed his lids and glared at her.
"What kind of readings and measurements?" he asked, having years of meddlesome experience to base his hesitation on.
"Oh, you know," mumbled the horny little scientist. "Capabilities, resistances, electromagnetic studies, physical samples," she listed, " responses to various stimuli..." she added coyly.
"Leave out the stimuli part, and you have a deal," Lincoln tentatively agreed. "But no funny stuff, or I'm walking out."
"Fine," Lisa gave in. "Have it your way. Now, please, step into my lab."
"You mean your room?" Lincoln retorted as he stood and kissed Lily on the cheek for bringing him around. "Thanks, hot stuff," he cooed, making the little girl giggle and cover her mouth awkwardly with her chubby little hands.
"You seem to be rather fond of Lily," Lisa observed once they entered her room, and she'd closed and locked the door behind her.
"Yes, and no," breathed the young incubus.
"I find that odd," admitted Lisa as she began taking notes. "She's only three and physically unprepared to satisfy you. May I ask why you are attracted to her?"
"It's like I said, the answer is both yes and no," he reminded her. "While my human side has issues with it, my incubus side doesn't. The way I understand it is that purity and innocence play a big part in things."
"That makes some sense," Lisa admitted, her pen flying. "Purity and innocence mean there is more to defile, thereby providing you with more nutrition."
"Uh, yeah. I guess?" muttered Lincoln as he rubbed his hair. "But don't worry. I'm starting to feel more balanced. I'm not going to hurt her."
"I believe you," Lisa said, producing a tape measure, holding it alongside the massive erection that had sprung from Lily's kiss. "Nine and a quarter inches. Wow..."
"Hey!" Lincoln spat. "I said no funny stuff!"
"I was only taking your physical measurements," griped Lisa, blocking the door. "Now, please hold still. I need to take a few epithelial samples."
"Some, what?" Lincoln inquired as his sister poked him briefly with a needle. "Ow!" he barked, rubbing the point of invasion.
"Todd!" called Lisa, summoning her metallic servant. "Please fetch the EKG helmet from storage. I need to take some readings."
"YES, ma'am," Todd robotically replied, his voice erratically alternating pitch. "I shall GET THE HELmet from THE CLOset."
"Do you think any of this will work, Lisa?" implored Lincoln. "I mean, the part of me you intend to study is paranormal, not exactly something science has cataloged somewhere."
"That is precisely why I must study you," Lisa informed him, shocked that he hadn't understood her motives. "There is a first time for everything. Think of it. I will be a pioneer!"
"Nope!" Lincoln spat, coming to a stand and heading for the door. "Not going to happen. I don't fancy being put in some exhibition or sliced open to see what makes me tick."
"Lincoln! Come on!" pleaded Lisa as she pulled on his pants, sliding across the rug against his strength. "At least allow me to do the physical stimuli tests!"
"Sorry," Lincoln adamantly reminded her. "You know the rules," he said before walking out the door.
"Rules, huh..." muttered Lisa. "Fine. I'll prove that I'm genuinely in love with you if it's the last thing I do!" she maniacally cackled as she eyed Lily's toddler bed. "And, I think I know just how to do that..."
