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Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 9
Lincoln woke that morning feeling refreshed and full of energy. Opening his eyes, he didn't even need to adjust to the early morning sunlight as it crept in through his window. With one hefty sigh, he tossed his covers aside and walked over to his dresser, where something startled him.
Standing immediately behind him was his father. It was the first time Lincoln had seen his demonic ancestor, and the boy nearly jumped out of his skin. After catching his breath, Lincoln whirled around to greet the male demon but only saw his room.
"Dad?" he whispered, leaning over and checking under the bed.
"No, son," Azra whispered. "I'm only here in your mind."
"Oh, right..." muttered Lincoln, turning back to his mirror to see his father. "So?" pleaded Lincoln, anxious to hear the result. "How did things go last night?"
"I..." stammered Azra, looking rather uncomfortable. "I am changed," he informed his son. "And I want to thank you for lending me one who belongs to you and for using your body."
"That doesn't sound too encouraging, dad..." Lincoln fussed, bracing himself on his dresser. "You were supposed to fall in love with her so we could be a family."
"I understand," replied Lincoln's father. "But what I got was far more than that," he told his son. "I discovered what love is and what I've taken away from all those I've indiscriminately fed on," he confessed.
"So, what now?" Lincoln asked, hanging his head, believing himself to have failed.
"You had a family. Your sisters had a family," his father told him. "And I destroyed that," he said, lowering his gaze. "For that, I am sorry. But Rita belongs to you. I know because I've heard her thoughts. I have others that I must apologize to, and hopefully bring some closure too," he announced. "However..."
"Yes?" prodded Lincoln, hoping for some good news.
"There may be a way I can fix things for everyone," he said. "But, you'll have to trust me on this one. I don't want to reveal what I intend to do, should it not come to pass," Azra said. "In the meantime, consider my end of the bargain complete."
Lincoln finally raised his head and looked at his father in the mirror.
"I love you, Dad," he told his father.
"I..." replied Azra, still not comfortable voicing the words. "I love you too, son," he whispered before fading away.
Not only did his father vanish from the mirror, but he disappeared from Lincoln's mind altogether, leaving the boy feeling melancholy but happy. Lincoln knew he meant well, whatever his father had planned, and would return one day. In the meantime, he had a promise of his own to keep.
Pulling himself up, he looked at his reflection. Being part human and part incubus wasn't so evil after all. He could fly, project images, manipulate everyday objects, and be with anyone he wanted without causing discomfort or pain.
The eternal horniness and need to feed were inconvenient, but he could live with that. After all, he had his humanity to balance things out. Perhaps, when his father returned, he might learn more about how his powers worked and learn to control them better.
Sighing, Lincoln ran his fingers through his hair and headed downstairs, knowing his sisters wouldn't have forgotten the promise he made the day before, and braced himself for whatever came. While he looked forward to deflowering his remaining sisters, he wasn't sure how to handle all of them at once.
Strangely, when he arrived, the only one in the kitchen was his mother, who stood naked at the counter, preparing breakfast. Until then, his mother had shown restraint about baring herself in front of her son. While he knew she had been under his influence and interested, something was different about her that morning.
His mother seemed happier somehow. It was as if she had gotten freed from something that had kept her constrained all these years. For the first time, Lincoln saw her as someone other than just his mother, but a beautiful woman who needed love and intimacy as much as he did.
"Mom?" called Lincoln quietly as he padded across the kitchen to his chair, which he turned around before sitting down. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, hi!" chirped Rita, turning to greet him as the bacon sizzled in the pan. Smiling as she presented her perky breasts, she explained. "They all got up bright and early this morning. They're upstairs getting ready for Lily's big event," she said. "She's so excited! They're up there filling her head with all kinds of stuff. You know, preparing her on what to expect, what to do, that kind of thing."
"I see..." nodded Lincoln. And while his mother prepared a plate and cup of apple juice for him, he questioned her further. "What about you? Are you alright after last night?"
"Me?" chirped Rita as she placed her son's meal on the table, taking a seat not far away. "I'm fine," she cooed. "I had a great time last night, seeing your father again. But..." she sighed, "...he told me that I belonged to you and that we were eternally bound. So, as much as I'm going to miss him, I have you," she whispered. "That is if you'll have me. I know it might be awkward, being your..."
"Mom..." interjected Lincoln. "It's okay," he said softly, placing his hand on her arm. "Yesterday, when I said I'd fuck everyone today, I meant you too."
"Really?" cooed Rita, brushing her bangs from her blushing face and spreading her legs, revealing his freshly shaved pussy. "I'm not too old or gross for you?"
"Hell no," snapped Lincoln, chuckling a little. "I mean, yes, I prefer the little ones, but that doesn't mean I can't go down on your massive ass. You know, really get in there and slobber away."
"Fuck, yes..." sighed Rita, roughly rubbing her stiffened clit with three fingers. "I can hardly wait, my love," she said before standing and kissing him lustfully. "You finish your breakfast. I'm going upstairs to join the girls for some last-minute tips. We'll be down shortly."
Lincoln happily dug into his breakfast, believing he was the luckiest man alive. But nobody was that lucky for long. Lincoln might have panicked on the spot had he been aware of his friend's plans for the following day. Assembling outside the public library, the small team of teenagers gathered to bring get-well packages to Lincoln and his family.
As Rita freely walked into Lori's and Leni's room, where they routinely held sister meetings, she gazed around before announcing herself. In preparation for their official acceptance into Lincoln's harem, everyone who still wore clothing no longer did, having cast their chains aside.
Lucy lay on all fours, finishing her display of anal sex for Lily as the little girl sat captivated mere inches away from the young goth's messy hole. Then, pulling the dildo out, turning around, and giving it a good lick, she offered it to Lily.
"Here you go!" Lucy chirped. "You'll love it. It's amazing!" she declared as her youngest sister tried the offering, resulting in a beaming grin. "And next, Lori will show you what to expect from vaginal sex! Doesn't that sound exciting!"
"Hi, girls!" chirped Rita, thinking now would be a good time to say something. "Lincoln's downstairs eating breakfast now. Have you taught her everything?"
"Almost!" replied Luan. "We've covered oral and anal sex, fingering and fisting, how to use toys, and how to drink pee and poo," she announced. "She's a natural at the poo thing," she laughed. "But we were getting around to vaginal sex and other things, like titty-fucks. Though, she isn't ready for that yet."
"Poo-poo!" giggled Lily, devouring Lucy's waste from Lori's old dildo.
Squatting before her toddler, Rita got her attention and gave her one last piece of advice.
"Listen, honey..." she cooed proudly. "What you're about to do is something most girls don't get to do until they're teenagers," she told her. "Now, you might get nervous or even afraid, but Lincoln won't hurt you," she said. "I promise. As an incubus, his birthright is your guarantee. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh!" chirped Lily as she merrily darkened her lips on the dildo. "Me un'erstan'!"
"Well then," interjected Lori, scooting closer to Lily so she could see her crotch better.
Then, gently taking the messy dildo from her little sister, she began her vaginal demonstration. Just seeing something so massive disappear into seemingly such a little hole fascinated Lily beyond reason, and she nearly lost her balance while straining to get a closer look. When Lori finally came, she placed the dildo on the bed.
"And that's how it's done!" chirped Lori.
"Alright, everyone," exclaimed their mother, coming to a stand. "I think she's gotten all the advice she needs. Lincoln should be finishing up, so let's go downstairs together and give him his treat. What do you say?"
"Right on," chirped Luna, pumping her fist.
"Indubitably!" replied Lisa, eager for her turn underneath Lincoln.
Picking up her eager young daughter, Rita scooped Lily up with one arm, cradling her close against her bosom as she dug lightly into her asshole with the tip of her middle finger and headed downstairs.
"Hi, Lincoln..." Rita cooed, proudly displaying Lily's little bubble butt. "I hope you saved room for dessert!" she sang, sitting Lily on the table's edge before her son. "Bon appetite!" she chirped, moving behind her other daughters, who stood in three lines.
The first row comprised Lisa, Lola, and Lana. Next came Lucy, Lynn, and Luan. Behind them stood Luna, Leni, and Lori, and lastly, Rita behind them all, each of them dripping wet and drooling with anticipation. After looking over his sisters, who refused to budge, Lincoln focused on the little treat in front of him.
Lily's lips and fingertips were smudged with shit, though he didn't know whose, and the lincoln log was no longer present in her tiny vagina, which still gaped open, slathered with her fluids at being so near her brother. Lily giggled and blushed, clasping her hands nervously as she smiled at him.
"Hi, you sexy thing, you," Lincoln whispered sweetly. "You look absolutely delicious," he said. "Are you ready?"
"Mmhm..." Lily hummed, blushing even harder.
"Me too, hot stuff," he cooed. "But before we have sex, there are a few things I need to do," he told Lily before gently pulling her toward him, leaning in, and pressing his mouth against hers, parting her lips with his tongue.
Never having French kissed anyone before, it took Lily a moment to sync with Lincoln. However, he was patient with her. Soon, Lily's wet little tongue explored Lincoln's mouth with seeming expertise, driven by love and lust for her brother.
When Lincoln parted from his sister, he gently laid her back, spread her legs, and began his oral administration, tasting everything she had to offer. Her nightly sweat mixed with her vaginal fluids and residual urine combined to form an intoxicating elixir, and Lincoln couldn't seem to get enough.
As he saturated his little sister with his saliva, her tiny holes began to soften and dilate, preparing for the assault she waited impatiently for. As Lily's vaginal and urethral opening loosened for him, Lincoln's cock hardened, poking its head over the table's edge, causing his sisters to giggle uncontrollably, like fan-girls at a concert.
Finally, when Lincoln could easily slip his entire tongue in and out of his little sister's gaping hole, he stood and lined himself up. Now was his last chance to say no, should he have any concerns. However, Lincoln had none, consumed by the love and lust he felt for his consenting and eager little sister.
Then, after pressing gently against her to test her pliability, he slowly pushed into her, sending ripples of sensation through her small, chubby body. When Lily showed no signs of distress, he pressed forward until she'd taken three of his inches inside her.
After allowing her to rest a moment and gather herself, he pulled himself out, then shoved his dick back inside her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Slowly increasing his speed and force, he fucked Lily senselessly for several minutes before something unexpected happened.
It seemed that while Lincoln and Lily were having the time of their lives, Lincoln's manhood leaked an incredible amount of pre-cum into his little sister, relaxing her cervical entrance. And with his next thrust, Lincoln plunged another two inches inside her, taking them both by surprise.
Giggling and squealing with delight, Lincoln's force made Lily slide across the table, and their siblings had to hold her in place, making Rita chuckle as she watched with glee as her baby got plowed mercilessly. Finally reaching climax and unable to restrain himself, Lincoln exploded into his little sister.
And just as it had been with Lucy, it not only filled every corner of the little girl but came spurting out around the seam where they met, leaving his remaining sisters and his mother speechless. Their mouths hung agape as his flow began to ebb, the little streams of white goo that escaped Lily's cavern slowly dying.
Finished but nowhere near done, Lincoln sat back down and faced his sisters.
"Okay," he chirped, his massive cock still raging. "Who's next? Lisa. Right?"
"Huhuhuh..." Lisa gutturally laughed, sounding not too different than Butt-head, as she stepped forward and climbed onto her brother's lap. "Yeah..." she mumbled, entirely losing her usual scientific demeanor. "You're gonna fuck me..."
Lynn walked into his duplex apartment a little after eleven-thirty that night, tired, hungry, and covered in flour and other ingredients. After locking the door and tossing his used apron into the wash bin, he took a relaxing shower.
Life hadn't been the same since he discovered his wife's infidelity and decided to leave, unable to bear the thought that she might do it again, as she appeared inclined. He missed her, but the love was gone. The thing that bothered him most was the loss of his children.
He wanted to see them badly, but how could he when they reminded him of Rita? No. He was going to need more time before he reached out to them. Finishing his shower, he donned his flannel pajamas and sat down for a late dinner, not having had time at work to eat.
Just as one might find numerous electrical problems in an electrician's house or leaks in a plumber's, Lynn's meal consisted of a microwaveable Swanson TV dinner. It wasn't much, but it satisfied him. Then, after tossing the empty tray in the waste basket, Lynn turned off the light on his way to his room.
Laying down and closing his eyes, he tried to think of anything that might help him fall asleep: anything but his family. Then, something happened just as he was about to succumb. Or perhaps, he was already asleep and wasn't aware of it. Either way, the event took him entirely by surprise.
"Lynn," said a deep, resonant voice.
Lynn's eyes flew open as he quickly sat upright.
"Who's there?" he whispered, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. "Whoever you are, you better leave before I call the cops."
"Nobody is in your house, Lynn," said the voice. "However, I am inside your mind."
"What the fu..." Lynn stammered, closing his eyes and furiously shaking his head. "I must be going nuts."
"You are not crazy," the voice spoke again. "My name is Azragoth. It was I who seduced your wife all those years ago," he admitted. "And, I must apologize."
"Apologize?!" barked Lynn, clawing at his temples. "What makes you think I want your damned apology? You don't just fuck someone's wife, ruin their marriage, and say, 'oops, I'm sorry.' Now, get out of my head and leave me alone!"
"Not until I've said my piece and made you an offer," Azra demanded. "Then, should you still wish me to leave, I shall."
"Fine," complained Lynn, realizing there was little to nothing he could do to stop him, and dropping back onto his bed, he listened.
"Lynn," Azra began his explanation. "I am an incubus, a spiritual being that must feed on the latent sexual energy of women as they sleep. I am not, nor have I ever been, in love with Rita," he told Lynn, not that Lynn put much stock into the demon's words. "I was only feeding. Not designed for love, I didn't know how it would affect other mortals," he continued, "until my son, our son, Lincoln, showed me. So now, I must ask you a question. Do you still love Rita?"
"Why do you care?" barked Lynn.
"Because I know a way that we can be together with our children," Azra said.
"Why would I want that?" Lynn complained. "Lincoln's probably fucked them all by now," he grumbled. "How can I go back to that? You know, you really fucked things up. Sometimes, I even think about ending it all because of you..."
"He has," replied Azra, wanting to be transparent. "Which leads me to the offer I mentioned," he added before pausing a moment. "You would feel differently, should you see things from Lincoln's perspective, feel what he's felt, and know what he now does," he informed Lynn. "If you will allow me to show you..."
Lynn contemplated the demon's words, and though he didn't trust him, it was worth a shot if there were even a chance at regaining what he lost.
"Fine," muttered Lynn. "Go ahead," he consented. "It's not as if I have anything to lose except my soul, which nobody seems to care about anymore."
Having given his permission, Azra invaded his mind. And all at once, everything that had happened to Lincoln over the several days, including the events earlier today, flooded into Lynn's mind. Experiencing them as if he were Lincoln, he felt the love and intimate closeness he shared with his sisters and his mother, the passion they felt for each other, and it became one with him.
Then, just as quickly, Azra relented control back to Lynn, who wept uncontrollably. He finally understood what his family had been through, their sacrifices for each other, and their desire to remain strong as one happy extended family. No longer bitter or angry, Lynn cried silent tears of understanding. Yet, he could not go home. Rita and his daughters belonged to Lincoln, and he doubted they would accept him back.
"I feel your happiness and your pain," Azra said. "And I am sorry. What will you do?"
"I don't know..." sighed Lynn through heavy breaths. "What they have is beautiful, but..." he whimpered, wiping away his tears as fast as they came, "...they are no longer mine, are they?"
"I am afraid not," Azra sadly told him. "They are bound by spiritual law. There is nothing I can do."
"Then why?" begged Lynn, unable to stop sobbing. "Why did you show me this?"
"Because, Lynn, while I might not be able to do anything," the demon explained, "there is something Lincoln can do, a loophole if you will."
"Go on..." whispered Lynn.
"I wish to be with my son," he said, "but I have no physical body. You wish to be with your wife and children," he continued slowly, ensuring Lynn was listening, "but cannot touch them."
"Get to the point!" cried the anxious man, as if he were signing the dotted line on the devil's contract.
"One incubus may not touch another's harem," he said, "unless they are given permission," he said. "Become one with me so we can be with those we love."