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

Sebastopa: It's not that the Louds trust her. Lola was so excited she didn't care. And Rita was too tipsy to notice the signs. She wasn't being ambivalent.

RCJ02: You're right. It isn't the same thing. But from Clyde's perspective, it is. He got denied one of Lincoln's sisters, but Lincoln himself gets one? I can understand his position.

marz-senpai: Penny had no idea. She was only receptive to it. And once she said, "so that's how it is," Lola knew she'd accept the truth and ran with it.

Dancing with the Devil

By Lola Presents

Chapter 6

Mr. and Mrs. Loud had called an end to the festivities, Clyde took Penny home, and the Loud children cleaned up and made their way upstairs. Then, teasing Lincoln, they bid him good night as Lola dragged him into her room, locking the door behind them.

Lola stood facing her door for a moment after turning the tumbler, then pivoted quickly to meet her brother. Her bangs hung loosely around her face from the night's activities, and though they partially hindered her view, the effect was intensely seductive.

Lincoln could see the desire in his sister's eyes, and while he wanted the same thing, he remained hesitant. Their walls weren't entirely soundproof, and Lola was only thirteen years old and very petite. Swallowing, he wondered if she were even capable of performing in bed.

Despite being older, Lincoln hadn't much experience with members of the opposite sex, and what he remembered from sex education didn't help. And as Lola slowly sashayed over to him, slipping her hands under his jacket lapels, only to slide it off him, Lincoln began to sweat.

"Lola..." Lincolns muttered, intercepting her wrists, which he held firmly but gently. "We can't," he whispered. "Not here, not now..."

Lola tilted her head and glowered seductively at her brother as a devious smile crept upon her face. Her hands slowly reached for the almost non-existent hem of her dress and lifted it, baring her swollen undercarriage for her brother.

"Are you sure about that?" she whispered heatedly, her breath already ragged. "Don't worry about Mom and Dad," she pleaded hotly. "I paid Lori enough to make sure they got nice and plastered tonight, " she admitted. "They won't be waking up until noon tomorrow."

"But..." Lincoln stammered, glancing at the wall separating the room he was in from Lynn's and Lucy's.

Lola's grin grew even more intense, and she cocked one eye, staring a hole through her brother.

"They put a lot of effort into putting things together tonight," Lola whispered, slowly undoing the buttons on Lincoln's dress shirt. "They have every right to hear the fruits of their labor," she said, voicing her opinion. "Let's not disappoint them. Alright?" she finished, slipping his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms.

Then, before Lincoln could even slip his wrists from the frilled shirt, Lola cupped his face and passionately kissed him. Slowly walking him backward until his knees hit the edge of her bed, causing them to buckle. Lincoln caught himself before falling entirely prone as he descended onto Lola's pink and white bedding.

Without speaking, Lola lifted one of Lincoln's legs after the other, slipping off his spit-shined dress shoes and black socks before kneeling between them, eagerly fumbling with his belt buckle. Lincoln closed his eyes, let his head fall back, and took a long, deep breath as Lola freed his manhood and took it into her warm, wet mouth.

"Fuck..." he whispered with effort as his adorable little sister stimulated him, bringing him to full attention with her small, pink tongue. "I love you..." he moaned, unable to move without risking falling backward onto the bed.

Once her brother's cock was at its peak and thoroughly lubricated with her saliva, Lola began bobbing up and down its length, taking its tip well past her uvula and into her throat. And, with every iteration, Lincoln felt his glans move through the small opening, smashing hungrily against the back of her throat, driving him to near insanity.

Soon, he felt a familiar tug as his testicles announced the upcoming ejaculation. Neve having discussed sex with each other, much less participating in it together, Lincoln didn't want to make any assumptions on how far Lola was willing to go or what she might want to do and did the right thing.

"Lola..." he grimaced, trying desperately to restrain himself though still unable to move or pull her off. "I'm going to cum," he whispered. "You might wanna..."

However, Lola didn't flinch. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly under his thighs and clung to him as she continued her oral assault until her brother could no longer resist nature's course, releasing his seed deeply into her gullet.

Lola had to swallow four times, with increasingly longer pauses between them, to accommodate his offering. And when his fountain ran dry, she slowly pulled herself off him, thoroughly cleaning him as she did. Then, grinning sheepishly at him while licking her lips, she stood and began slipping out of her skimpy, provocative dress.

Lincoln sat and stared in awe as the little red dress slowly slid down her petite frame, revealing her slender shoulders, small but perky size-A breasts, creamy abdomen, and smooth, hairless mound engorged with hot, steamy blood.

Finally able to move, Lincoln quickly shed his pants and underwear, kicking them to the side, not caring where they landed. Then, he met his sister, whose head only came to his chin, gently held her by the waist, and claimed another sensual kiss as his hands moved to her lower back.

As their passion heated up, Lincoln stooped, sliding his hands further down, and after hooking his fingers underneath her soft globes, lifted her off the floor. Lola wrapped her arms around his neck as their kiss continued and secured herself in place with her legs interlocked behind his back.

Finally, Lincoln turned and crawled onto her bed, first with one knee, then the other, holding her firmly against him. Then, walking her into place, he gently laid her down where she slept, nestling his sister's head comfortably on her pillow before ending their oral exchange.

"Oh, Lincoln..." Lola sighed weakly, her arms reaching out for him as he positioned himself between her legs. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long," she whispered through shallow breaths. "Take me, please!" she begged. "Make me yours!"

Lola bent her knees and propped them up, spreading her legs as wide as possible, causing her labia to open on its own, eager to swallow Lincoln. Finding his groove, Lincoln supported himself with one arm, lined himself up for entry, and almost timidly pressed his tip against his sister's womanhood.

Carefully and steadily, Lincoln maintained their physical connection as his free arm joined its pair in supporting him as he hovered over his sister. Then, with as much care, he pushed into her, slipping past her vaginal entrance, feeling her flesh stretch grossly and spread around him, and he delved deeper into her.

"Oh, God..." moaned Lola, accepting him into her arms as he pressed his body down upon her, bringing her right breast into his mouth, teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck, yes..."

After moving between Lola's breasts, Lincoln slipped his arms under her body and gripped her shoulders for traction as he rose to kiss her again, his hips gaining confidence, speed, and intensity with every stroke. Then, proceeding to suckle his sister's neck, her mouth hung open limply as her eyes rolled on their own.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she nearly wailed, uncaring who heard. "That's the spot!" she screeched as Lincoln began testing the limits of her cervical orifice. "Fuck, that's good!" she moaned, clawing feverishly at his back.

Lola's enthusiasm, combined with the growing sensation within him, took its toll. Soon, Lincoln slammed into his little sister one final time, holding himself firmly in place as he jettisoned another massive load of sperm into her. And as Lola felt the hot, stinging sensation, like numerous needles pricking at her inner being, she reached her climax, and her muscles bore down on Lincoln like a vice before they both fell limp from exhaustion.

Slowly, Lincoln regained a little strength and rolled off his sister, panting heavily. Brother and sister lay beside each other, unmoving and staring blankly at the ceiling as they recovered. Though it took a few moments, their bodies began to regulate, and Lola curled up to her brother while he wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close.

"That was amazing..." sighed Lincoln, smiling at Lola. "Thank you."

"Better than your hand?" Lola teased, toying with his chest hair.

"Uh, yeah," chuckled her brother, resting his free arm against his sweaty forehead. "That's an understatement."

As tired as the young couple was, it didn't take much to get them going again, and throughout the night, they made love four more times, eventually falling asleep on top of Lola's covers, curled up to each other. They had admitted their love for each and consummated it without question. For better or worse, they were committed to each other.

And for the first time since Lincoln hit puberty five years ago, he was finally satisfied. For Lola, it had been just as long since she'd fallen for her brother, and unlike most nights, she slept like an infant. Both were without anxiety or concern as they had their siblings looking out for them. Nothing, and nobody would interrupt them for the rest of the night.

At seven in the morning, the alarm on Lola's phone rang, startling her into consciousness. Then, wearily reaching for the device without bothering to lift her head, she turned it off on muscle memory alone, then set it back down. After taking a long, drawn-out breath, Lola propped herself up and looked at her brother sleeping peacefully beside her.

"Hey, Lincoln," she cooed, gently rocking his torso. "It's time to get up, love," she whispered.

"Ugh..." sighed Lincoln, rolling on the still damp blanket. "Do I have to?" he muttered.

"Of course you do, silly," chirped Lola, swinging her bare legs off the bed. "Last night was wonderful," she admitted, recalling every moment of it with fondness. "But we need to take showers and finish cleaning up the living room before Mom and Dad wake up."

With the mention of his parents, Lincoln got forced awake. Joining his sister, he hastily donned his underwear and dashed to his room to get a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower.

"Hey, Lana," he offered as he made his way through his room. "You need to get up and go to your room now," he instructed, rousing his lover's twin.

"You guys done already?" Lana complained as she sat up, vigorously rubbing her eyes.

"What?" gasped Lincoln, chuckling as he did. "Five times wasn't enough of a show for you?"

"Wait..." choked Lana as she left her brother's bed and stood up. "Five times?!" she muttered unbelievably. "Damn..." she cursed. "I think I fell asleep after the third..."

"Well, look," Lincoln sighed. "We can catch up later. Right now, you need to leave my room, okay? I need to change."

"Oh, right!" chirped Lana before blushing at her scantily clad brother. "Sorry!" she offered, closing the door behind her.

After gathering his things, Lincoln dashed from his room only to get met with potential disaster. Lori, Leni, Luna, and Luan stood in line in front of the restroom door, and someone was already showering!

"Damn it..." muttered Lincoln, getting his sisters' attention.

"Good morning, Lincy!" chirped Leni as all four stepped aside.

"Go ahead, bruh..." Luna urged. "She's waiting for you."

Suspiciously, Lincoln walked past them toward the bathroom door. Then, stopping, he felt he deserved an answer for something that bothered him since Lucy had spilled the beans about Lola's feelings.

"Hey, guys?" Lincoln inquired. "Why are you doing all this? Doesn't it disgust you in the least?"

"Nope!" chirped Leni, smiling and clasping her hands.

"Lincoln," sighed Luan, putting her hands on her hips. "We know true love when we see it, and you two belong together," she said.

"She's right," Lori agreed. "Now get in there before Mom and Dad wake up!"

"Right!" exclaimed Lincoln, eagerly entering the facilities and locking the door behind him.

"Lincoln?" Lola whispered from behind the shower curtain, seeing who had entered. "Is that you?"

"Hey, beautiful," Lincoln replied, parting the curtain and stepping into the hot stream with his sister.

"Hey, handsome," cooed Lola, running fingers through her damp hair.

Lincoln took a moment to stare at Lola in all her radiance. Her hair was wet and plastered against her skin, making her look more like a waif than she usually did. Lincoln typically saw his sister fully dressed, her hair styled perfectly, giving it volume.

"God..." Lincoln thought, smiling to himself. "She's so tiny. I'm amazed that she could do what she did last night."

"Are you alright, sweetie?" cooed Lola, squeezing the excess water from her hair before applying conditioner. "You seem a little dazed."

"Sorry, princess," Lincoln cooed in return, reaching for the shampoo. "I'm a little stunned at how perfect you are."

"Oh, stop it," Lola giggled, handing him a sponge. "Here, wash my back," she requested, turning around and holding her hair up.

Accepting the item, Lincoln applied some liquid soap to it and gently cleaned his sister's back. Her skin was so smooth and delicate that Lincoln was afraid to scrub too hard.

"Mmmm," hummed Lola quietly as she steadied herself against the tiled wall. "That almost makes me want to go again," she cooed, looking over her shoulder and winking at her brother.

"Me too..." sighed Lincoln, slipping the sponge between her butt cheeks, washing everything. "But, we need to finish up and get out of here."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Lola offered. "Whatever happens, we'll be fine," she assured him. "Even if Mom and Dad do find out or suspect, my sisters and I will only deny it."

"Yes, well..." muttered Lincoln, rinsing her back before turning his attention to his needs. "I'd rather not lie to anyone. You know?"

"Yeah," agreed Lola wistfully. "But, I will if I have to, sweetie. Lincoln..." she said, facing him. "I'm in love with you, and nothing will ever change that."

Smiling at his little lover, Lincoln rinsed the shampoo from his hair and applied the conditioner, giving her a little show in the meantime.

"I'm in love with you, too," he whispered, planting his wet lips against hers while working the conditioner into his hair. "But we have to think realistically," he told her. "Society would shit a golden brick if they knew, and I risk going to jail."

"So, what?" inquired Lola, rinsing off her remaining soap. "We call it quits unless we're alone? Act like brother and sister, nothing more?"

"Well, no, but..." stammered the fidgeting young man. "We have to be careful. We can't rely on our sisters' denials."

"I get it," Lola whispered, wrapping her wet, slick arms around his waist. "It makes me a little nervous too," she admitted. "All I'm saying is, whatever happens, I will never leave your side, even if something happens and we get separated for a time. I love you, and I'll wait as long it takes."

Returning the gesture, Lincoln embraced his sister and held her tightly against him, feeling her heart beat against his. And after closing their eyes, they stood there as the soothingly warm water cascaded over them.

Finally, it was time to hand the bathroom off to one of their siblings. Turning off the spigot, they stepped from the basin, dried off, dressed, and slipped into their rooms to finish getting ready for the day.

Lincoln arrived in the kitchen first to find Lori preparing breakfast, something she'd gotten better at after spending ten months away at college. Lori whipped up a batch of pancake mix, humming to herself as if nothing had happened between her siblings the previous night.

"Hey, Lori?" Lincoln said, breaking the silence. "Thanks for everything."

"Hm?" murmured his eldest sister, dismissing her brother's lead. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, do you want eggs and bacon with your pancakes, or what?"

"I'll just have a tall stack," he chuckled, taking Lori's hint. "Thank you."

It wasn't long before Lola entered with Lana in tow. And soon, the rest came down as they finished in the bathroom. Not a word got said about what happened after the dance. However, Lincoln and Lola both got the occasional wink from one of their siblings.

Knowing their siblings had their back made it much easier for Lincoln to slip his hand around Lola's under the table and squeeze it lovingly. Their love was undeniable, but so was their need to express themselves. How long the young couple could keep up their platonic charade would determine their eventual success or failure.

Waking earlier than expected, Lynn sat on the edge of the bed and scratched himself while his wife, Rita, rose and put on her robe. After taking a moment to stretch the kinks out of their aging frames, Lynn pulled his wife in for a hug and a few quick kisses.

"That was some night, huh?" muttered Lynn, resting his foreheads against Rita's. "It almost makes me want to go dancing."

"Almost?" teased his wife, releasing her hold on Lynn, awkwardly twirling for her husband's amusement. "Oof," she barked afterward, clutching her lower back. "Okay. So I'm a little out of shape," she admitted before heading for the door. "I'm hungry, and something smells good!"

"Right behind you!" chirped Lynn, following his love to the kitchen.

Walking in as everyone who had already woken up finished their meal, Rita began clearing the table. While most of her children happily excused themselves, including Lincoln, Lola opted to remain and help her mother clean up.

"Why, honey?" chirped Rita. "Whatever has gotten into you?"

"I don't know," shrugged her prissy daughter. "I just feel like helping."

Rita looked her daughter over and placed her hand on Lola's forehead.

"Mom!" cried the young girl. "Stop that! I'm not sick..."

"Well, if you say so," muttered Rita, happy for her daughter's help.

However, as hard as she tried, Rita couldn't push the idea that something was amiss from her mind. Lola never volunteered for chores. She didn't even like doing her own, much less those of others.

There was something different about her child, but the confused mother couldn't put her finger on it. Taking another glance, Rita caught her daughter smiling peacefully to herself as she washed a plate.

Whatever was going on, Lola was utterly glowing.