Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
marz-senpai: I don't know. Lynn's kind of a pussy. Let's see how he handles things before you cream your pants. Remember, in classic literature, the mentor is never around when the hero needs him most!
Rose the Changeling: Lily could only handle a few inches until her womb gave way for a few more. Certainly not all he had. I find it funny you got overwhelmed at his girls wanting to be naked and ready. The rest I answered in a private message already.
TheAllSeeingEye4812: People don't always get what they want.
Guest: Boo-hoo! Things aren't going my way, so I'm going to whine about it instead of seeing what happens! That should've been the title of your review. Now that's a real cuck for you. You suck, now go away.
Guest (Late): Not exactly. I had another reason in mind.
Note: Lincoln gets a little experimental in this one and expands his options.
Rinkān no Shimai
(Lincoln's Sisters)
By Lola Presents
Chapter 10
Throughout the previous day, Lincoln had taken each of his sisters from youngest to oldest, leaving Lola, Lucy, and Lori for last, as he had already claimed them. Finally, he completed his harem by taking his mother as his own, as was his right. And as his harem grew, so to did his strength, power, and hunger.
Lincoln awoke that morning feeling much different than he had previously, more aware, more in control. Projecting images and focusing on his aura came more intuitively. Like a cat moving its tail, it came naturally to him despite a human's inability to comprehend having a fifth appendage.
With his family in the kitchen, replenishing the energy they'd lost that weekend to Lincoln, preparing themselves for a day of school or work, Lincoln stood in the living room. Gazing at the state of their home, he was pleased. Nobody had bothered to clean anything, and residual cum stained nearly every surface, along with the occasional smear of filth.
Their once ideal middle-class home had become a disgusting sanctum, yet it somehow managed to speak of a family love beyond any he'd ever known. As he basked in pride, his harem left, one at a time, now clean and dressed for the day ahead of him. After giving them each a passionate kiss before seeing them away, Lincoln sighed as the door closed for the final time.
As an incubus, Lincoln instinctively knew that he'd always be able to provide for himself, regardless of circumstances, and abandoned all thoughts of school. Seduction was his trade, and illusion his tool. And with them, he could get anything he needed. However, things weren't as simple for his family. They still needed to keep up appearances and had many obligations to uphold.
Lincoln now stood alone in his castle for the first time with no plan for how to spend his time. The budding young incubus stood, peeking through a crack in the dining room curtains, watching as his delicious younger sisters boarded their buses and the older ones drove off. While Rita and Leni headed for work, Lori returned to college to collect her things and vacate the dorm, switching her classes to online instead.
Having proven their love and willingly given themselves to him, he rested easy, knowing they would all return, begging for more. And despite being satisfied now, Lincoln knew he'd eventually grow hungry. Turning his attention away from the receding elementary school bus, Lincoln focused on whoever might be walking the street. When nothing but emptiness presented itself, Lincoln sighed.
"Time to go hunting..." he thought.
Lynn Sr. had risen that day feeling drained and overwhelmed. Demanding time to consider Azra's offer, he took a shower and ate breakfast silently. Despite the demon's explanation and apology, Lynn had difficulty coming to terms with all that had happened. Finding out Lincoln wasn't his son due to an otherworldly affair was bad enough. Losing his wife and daughters to the self-same child was incomprehensible and damning.
Calling Kotaro, Lynn informed his friend and chef that he was taking the day off. Then, silently, he placed his things in the dishwasher, walked back into the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror, pondering his reply. He'd loved Rita and his family and wished he'd never discovered the truth. Everything hurt like hell, but Lynn had long since exhausted his tears.
Rita now belonged to Lincoln, both in body and spirit, and Lynn's daughters would never be the same, having gotten indoctrinated into Lincoln's harem. While the older man now understood things from Lincoln's point of view, due to the memories he'd received from Azra, he wasn't comfortable with them.
Not only would going back mean becoming even less of a man than Lynn felt he was, but any intimacy and affection he got from his wife and daughters would feel obligatory, a gesture of pity. And why shouldn't they pity him? Lynn was a mere human, incapable of satisfying his wife and daughters the way Lincoln could.
Sure, merging with Azra might seem like an ideal solution for them both, but Lynn struggled against losing part of himself in the process. Lynn breathed deeply and calmly, closing his eyes and bracing himself against the porcelain sink. Even if he refused the offer, the memory of what had befallen his family would haunt him forever.
Either way, his life had ended, whether by losing himself or living with a constant reminder of his failures, unable to let go and move forward. Sighing profoundly, Lynn opened his eyes and poured a cup of water, just as he did every morning, to take his anti-depressants. However, treating his depression wasn't on Lynn's schedule that morning.
As the desperate man's body fell to the floor a few moments later, the few remaining pills spilled from the little plastic bottle, and a demon screamed during the last few moments of the man's consciousness.
As Lincoln glided peacefully over Royal Woods, searching for his next acquisition, a sudden wave of nausea came over him. Clutching his abdomen and doubling over mid-flight, Lincoln lost control of himself, plummeting into a large tree. Stunned but otherwise alright, the boy picked himself up and brushed off the debris, feeling as if something vital had gotten torn from him.
"What the fuck was that?" he wondered, peering through the branches to figure out where he was. "Dad? Are you there?" he called out mentally.
When no reply came, Lincoln began to worry, feeling alone and empty. His father had promised Lincoln that should he need him, all he had to do was call out to him. Yet, his mind remained silent and still. Something was wrong. Lincoln could feel it. Concentrating as he closed his eyes, Lincoln called out to his father again, with increased veracity.
Despite his best efforts, his mind remained quiet and unfilled. And slowly, a dramatic sense of loss and rage filled his being. Sitting on the ground, he leaned against the tree and began weeping, only to be disturbed by a faint sound, breaking through his solitude.
"Hey, mister?" said a small female voice. "Are you alright?"
Lincoln opened his eyes and saw a young girl. No older than four, she had long, flowing blonde hair and wore a cute yellow sundress with images of daisies. Having lost his concentration, Lincoln knew how he must look to the little girl but failed to conjure up a more modest appearance in his sorrow. Not that it would've made much difference. The girl had already seen his naked demonic form.
"Not really..." whimpered Lincoln at the innocent girl in front of him. "I think..." he stammered. "I think my dad just died."
"Oh..." whispered the little girl sadly, closing the distance between them and laying her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"Jenny!" heard Lincoln before turning to see a young woman, probably the girl's mother, run from the house. "Get away from him! Now!" she screamed in panic.
But, the closer she came, the more her pace slowed, and her demeanor changed altogether, practically swooning when she finally stopped by the two of them, eying his impressive abdomen and massive cock.
"Hi," the woman said, kneeling beside her daughter. "Who might you be? Are you interested in Jenny?" she asked, nudging her little girl forward.
It would've been easy to take them both, without leaving their backyard, but Lincoln wasn't in the mood. Lincoln had just lost his father, the only tie he had to understand himself and his place in this dreary world. As much as he might have nailed both the women now fawning over him, he felt the need to flee.
'Are you?" cooed the young girl. "Do you want to touch me?" she giggled.
"No," muttered Lincoln, defiantly coming to a stand. "I..." replied the bereft young incubus. "Maybe later," he offered before taking to the sky, turning invisible shortly after, leaving the two girls looking toward the soft clouds as they gently floated past.
Lincoln returned home, desperately trying to work through his feelings. If anything, the loss of his father had reminded him of his humanity, bringing clarity to his thoughts. It seemed that his father's presence had upset a balance Lincoln didn't know existed until then, one that had dissipated over the past few days.
Lincoln went from seeming entirely human to embracing his demonic ancestry in less than a week, and the transition had taken a toll on him. The overwhelming power of love and lust had combined, completely overshadowing reason and empathy. And the more Lincoln acknowledged it, the more has was able to cope.
He was both human and incubus, not entire either, and had to find a way to balance his needs with those of others. However, before the distressed young man could put further thought into it, someone knocked on the door. Glancing at the clock, which read noon, he wondered who it could be. Focusing his mind, he projected an aura of decency and cleanliness, then answered the door.
"Hello?" he inquired, peeking through the small opening.
"Hi, Lincoln!" chirped Stella, standing beside Clyde, each holding a basket covered with red and white checkered cloths. "How are you feeling?"
"We thought you might be down," added Clyde, slightly rustling his basket. "So, we took out lunch break to bring these."
"I..." stammered Lincoln, recalling Lisa's suggestion of going suffering from COVID.
Lincoln's initial inclination was to turn them away. However, they'd visited while he was vulnerable, and the need for company overwhelmed him. They were his friends, after all, and right now, he needed someone other than his ever-horny sisters who might understand and lend their support. Slowly, he stepped away from the door, allowing them in.
Sensing something was wrong, Stella set her basket down on the coffee table, unaware of the slop on its surface. Then, taking Lincoln's hands and gazing at his sadden expression, she satisfied her curiosity and concern.
"Lincoln..." she purred. "You don't look well. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," agreed Lincoln's longest-standing friend. "You look terrible."
"Guys..." Lincoln mumbled, sitting on the sofa and covering his face. "Something's happened," he said, "and I want to tell you," he added hesitantly. "But I don't know how you'll handle it."
"Try us, buddy," assured Clyde, sitting beside his friend.
"Just tell us, Lincoln," pleaded Stella, beginning to feel hot around Lincoln.
Lincoln took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly and deliberately. Then, with the steadfast friendship supporting him, Lincoln spent the next twenty minutes explaining everything that had happened since his birthday. At least, the parts he knew. As he did, his friend's expressions changed multiple times, going from concern to disbelief and back.
"So, wait..." chirped Clyde. "You're telling me that you're only part human while your other half is demonic?" he began summarizing. "And that you're not only sleeping with sisters but your mother as well?"
"I'm sorry, Lincoln," sighed Stella, "but you must be truthfully sick to have imagined all that," she observed. "It's a little difficult to believe."
Pursing his lips, Lincoln stood and moved away from them by a few feet, then dismissed the illusion he'd created. As his friend's eyes widened with shock, Lincoln reached for the remote, which flew from the end table into his hand.
"See?" he muttered, dropping the remote beside their baskets. "I know you're probably disgusted at things, but..." he started apologizing before realizing where they were staring.
"Guys!" Lincoln barked, trying to get their attention, forgetting about his seduction aura. "What's wrong with you?"
"Um, Lincoln?" drooled Clyde. "I never told you this, but..."
"No kidding," chirped Stella. "You're hot!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake..." cried Lincoln, retaking his seat. "Not you, too, Clyde?"
"Sorry?" chirped Clyde, posing his reply as a question. "What do you want me to do, lie? I've already kept it a secret long enough, and you know I have a problem with deceit."
Lincoln covered his face again, reeling in his aura as he silently listened to his friend's pleas for intimacy. It was bad enough having Stella eagerly abandoning her clothing, but with Clyde doing similar, it was too much.
The lustful duo stood before Lincoln forgetting their hospitality meals, tempting him with their bodies instead. As receptive as Lincoln had become, it wasn't long before the three rolled on the floor, wrestling for dominancy as they had carnal relations with each other, sending them into frenzied new heights of indulgence.
Lincoln was in such need of distraction that he didn't even request them to leave and return to prove their love. Clyde's feelings made sense to him, having little to no interest in girls other than Lori, whom he long suspected was a diversion. On the other hand, Stella was a mystery to him, though he didn't care at the moment.
Laying on the coffee table, after replacing the baskets with cushions from the couch, Lincoln lay with Stella straddling him while Clyde plowed him behind, getting his first experience at anal sex. Lincoln siphoned flowing waves of sexual energy from them, satisfying him exponentially more than experiencing one at a time, inundating the boy with emotion.
"God, I love you guys..." he cried, wincing as he unloaded himself into Stella, his seed spraying from the cracks between them. "Fuck..." he moaned as Clyde's thrusts prolonged his explosion into the Filipino.
"We love you, too, Lincoln," cooed Stella, raking her fingernails down Lincoln's chest before dismounting him. "But..." she sighed. "We need to get back to school."
"Yeah..." sighed Lincoln as he sat up, draining the last of her offering into Clyde's gaping maw. "I guess..." he added.
"Again," Stella cooed warmly. "I'm sorry about your dad."
"Me too," added Clyde, preparing to leave. "But we'll be back."
"I know," chuckled Lincoln. "You're mine now. Both of you."
And after kissing them passionately before seeing them out, Lincoln locked the door and distracted himself with cartoons and anime until it was time for his family to come home. Not only had he accepted an outsider into his harem, but two, one of which he would never have entertained had it not been for his incubus nature to satisfy all those attracted to him.
Though, in retrospect, it wasn't as unpleasant as he might have once thought. In every prior experience, Lincoln was in the dominant role, taking what he needed and claiming those he wanted. It was an entirely different sensation being the one getting fucked and having someone give their energy to him freely. When it came to love and sexual intimacy, gender was irrelevant, something his sister, Luna, knew all too well.
And now, Lincoln did too. He'd already absorbed an obsession for fecal play and drinking piss, oral and anal gratification from several of his nastier sisters, and Luna's capacity to love anyone. What else would he learn from them?
Having his friends there to help him adjust to the loss of his father, Lincoln felt renewed and hungry for more. Unable to wait until his family returned, with several hours intervening, Lincoln recalled the little girl and her mother from earlier and left the house, retracing his path to their home.
After knocking on the front door, he stood patiently waiting for their reply, having conjured a public appearance for himself. And soon, Lincoln heard quick little footfalls in close pursuit, accompanied by heavier ones with a longer stride. Lincoln lustfully smiled at them, unleashing his aura's full might as the door opened.
"Please..." cooed the horny woman, taking Lincoln by the hand. "Come in."
Unlike his home, theirs was finely decorated and neat, indicative of having an only child who bored a striking resemblance to her mother. A man's overcoat hung from one of several wooden pins mounted to the wall beside the door, letting Lincoln know the woman was married. Beginning to feel guilty, Lincoln faced the pair, but one look at the sweet little girl was all it took to dismiss the errant emotion.
"Where do you want her?" the woman asked cordially, clasping her hands and grinning profoundly.
"What's your name?" Lincoln inquired rather than answer her question.
"Me?" gasped the lady. "I'm Susan," she offered. "And Jonathan will be home soon," she urged. "So, if you want us, you must take us quickly."
"Yes!" chirped the eager little girl, jumping in excitement. "Please!"
Lincoln looked from Jenny to her mother, recalling the rush of humanity he'd gotten after his father died, and pursed his lips.
"I'm sorry..." he apologized. "But I cannot come in between you and your husband," Lincoln informed her before beaming at Jenny, taking her hand in his. "But your daughter..."
"Please!" begged Susan, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping her hand inside. "At least let me watch!"
Lincoln looked the woman over, considering the implications, but nodded.
"Follow me!" the excited young woman chirped, leading them down the hall. "Her bedroom's upstairs. While I'm sure anywhere would do, don't you think it would be cute to fuck her on her bed?"
"Indeed," agreed Lincoln, dismissing his façade, revealing his rock-hard cock.
"Come here, baby," cooed Susan before lifting Jenny's cute little dress off her body and hurriedly stripping her of her adorable cotton undies.
Then, raising her child and laying her gently on the bed, the young woman ran around to the other side of the bed, leaning over her daughter, facing her upside down.
"This nice man with wings is going to make you his, okay baby?" she cooed. "Just relax and enjoy it," she instructed. "I know I will."
As before, Lincoln knelt and prepared the little girl orally, saturating her flesh with his fluids until she was ripe for the picking, then stood and pushed as much of himself into her as he could. The feel of her innocently seduced flesh tightly expanding around him spurned Lincoln's lust.
As Jenny's mother peppered her with little kisses and vigorously fingered herself, Lincoln rocked back and forth upon the little girl, who moaned deeply, clawing at the bed in passionate subjugation. Once Lincoln reached his peak and erupted inside Jenny, coating her flowery blankets with leakage, he reconsidered his earlier statement.
"Fuck it..." he said, wiping the heated sweat from his brow. "Get over here," he conceded, motioning for Susan to join them.
Fumbling with her jeans, she finally got them off and threw herself onto the bed. Then grabbing her daughter, she promptly turned her around and brought her crotch to her mouth, lapping up Lincoln's remains as he plunged into her. Then, suddenly, she gasped.
"No!" she cried. "Not there!" she begged, wiggling her ass.
Lincoln wickedly grinned as he moved to her wrinkled brown pucker and shoved his entire length into her depths in one thrust, sending the woman into convulsions of pleasure, sinking into the warm, soft mass within.
"Fuck, yes!" screeched Susan, wrapping her legs around him before returning to oral satisfying her daughter.
Once more emptying himself into the woman, Lincoln pulled out and prepared to leave, only to have the little girl bound off the bed and take his softening member into her mouth, thanking him for touching her.
But as Jenny licked his clean, his cock rising again, the sound of a door slamming shut got his attention, ruining the moment. Then, opening the window facing their backyard, Lincoln stepped into it.
"Remember," he whispered. "You're mine now, and I love you both," he announced, preparing to take flight.