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

Why Love Fails

By Lola Presents

Chapter 3

Lincoln's eyes welled up as he listened to Lola recounting her story. His beloved's eyes were swollen and red by the time she finished, and her voice a mere whisper as she cried. After completing her account, her head fell against Lincoln's shoulder, and he embraced her tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Lola," he whispered. "Nobody should ever have to go through something like that."

"No, I'm the one that's sorry," Lola whimpered. "I should've said something. Maybe he wouldn't still be doing these awful things."

Lincoln pulled her away and squared her up, staring lovingly into her eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, honey," he insisted. "He manipulated you, and you were so young. That isn't right."

Lola looked up at him and smiled faintly, sniffling back some mucus.

"Can you honestly say that you didn't think about me like that back then?" she prodded. "I mean, you did say the photo made you jealous. How is it right for you but not for Winston?"

Lincoln shook his head.

"Maybe I did," he admitted. "The difference is that I would've never made you do anything you didn't want to, especially if you didn't understand it. What he feels for you isn't love. It's lust."

"I know," Lola whispered apologetically. "I'm so stupid."

"No, Lola. You're not," Lincoln said, pulling her into another heartfelt hug as she burst into tears again. "You were smart enough to end it before something more serious happened and walked out. That's the important thing."

"Lincoln?" Lola asked after getting control of her ducts. "Can we burn that album? And that picture?"

"Hmm," murmured Lincoln, considering her request. "I think we should hang on to them in case we need them for evidence later. Besides," he added, pulling out the indecent photo. "I kind of like this one."

"Lincoln!" gasped Lola, blushing heavily. "I was so young then. Doesn't that bother you?"

"Nope," Lincoln declared. "I was younger then, too, remember? Besides, it's not like peeping since we're together."

Lola stood and wiped her tears with a tissue, then tossed it on the couch to rest with the others. Without saying a word, she took the photo from Lincoln's hands, placed it on top of the album, and began walking down the hall. She stopped only once to look back at Lincoln; smiling and curling her pointer finger at him, she beckoned him to follow her.

Lincoln knew that look and followed her silently to the master bedroom, closing the door behind them as they entered. No sooner than Lincoln had closed the door, Lola turned about and placed her finger on his lips.

"Shh," she whispered as she glared at him seductively. "Close your eyes, and stand there. Don't say anything, and don't peek!"

Lincoln raised his hand and began to say something, but Lola intervened with a deep kiss, silencing him. Reluctantly, the young man closed his lids and waited patiently. After a few moments, a soft atmospheric trance began playing quietly, and he became intrigued. The beat was a bit faster than his pulse, and his body reacted, increasing his heart rate to match.

"Alright, Lincy," Lola cooed. "You can open your eyes now."

Lincoln opened his eyes, only to blink several times. The overhead light was off, and in its place, spotlights of various colors and sizes danced around the room. It took a moment for him to spot Lola amongst the swirling colors, but he eventually located her standing on their new four-poster white-brass bed. She was completely nude and had one leg wrapped around the post, slowly grinding her crotch on it.

Lola began a sensual dance routine as he stood there, utilizing the bed's whole surface and the two posters on the footboard. Her current dance movement put her on her knees, leaning backward, then slowly rising while rubbing herself between the legs.

The spectacle stirred Lincoln's groin into awareness, and he began to drool as he stiffened. This display was unlike anything they had experienced together, driving Lincoln to the edge of madness.

Sure, the night they first got together was filled with passion, but it was more clumsy and awkward than anything, if he were honest. There was a spell where they didn't have the luxury, followed by him moving back into the house after Nova was born and lots of make-up-for-lost-time sex. But Lola was on a whole other level tonight.

Lincoln's young lover moaned and whined as she progressed through her choreography, much of which Lincoln realized was based on her floor routine. She'd put more thought into it than he realized, and he began to wonder if she was thinking of him when she originally came up with it.

Finally, she came to rest near the footboard, sitting on her ass with her legs propped up on the bed like some obscene frog. Her hair was tousled and messed up, and her mouth hung open wantonly. She wiggled her brows at Lincoln and smiled.

"Come here," she whispered, nodding as she said it. "Take me."

Although the music played quietly, it pounded into Lincoln's blood and guided his emotions. After pulling off his shoes and socks, then letting his pants drop to the floor, he tore his shirt over his head and threw it aside. Finally, he peeled his underwear off, letting loose his manhood, drenched in pre-cum and sweat.

Lola gazed at it for a moment as it seemed more considerable in the current lighting. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she dismissed the idea, wanting it to be true. Her lust was almost too much to bear, and she licked her lips, then bit her lower lip to stop herself from begging.

Slowly, Lincoln moved over to Lola, whose eyes met with his the entire way, her head following his. She wanted so much to consume him. But this was his party, and Lola waited for him to act. Gingerly, he caressed her legs, beginning at her feet and making his way up to her knees, kissing her skin as he went. Lola's head went back, and she moaned deeply.

Upon reaching her knees, Lincoln moved his hands together and followed the interior of her thighs until he encountered the small crevasses where her legs met her ass. Her entire body seemed lathered in heady sweat, and the scent urged Lincoln to continue. Smiling at his sister, he pressed his arms against her legs to spread them and leaned in low with a smile.

Lola gasped as her lover engulfed her engorged mound into his mouth and fell backward on the bed when his oral assault began. She heaved her back and growled deeply as his tongue explored her moist canal, twisting and turning with a passion Lola had never seen in him before.

Lincoln curled his arms under her legs and held her firmly, then stood, lifting her pelvis as he went. Unrelenting on his foreplay, Lola dangled like a ragdoll. Only her shoulders and head remained on the bed, but her heart was in the clouds.

Finally, he laid her back down and began kissing her belly, starting with the prominent pink scar that now adorned her lower abdomen and moving toward her small but pert breasts. He slowly made his way onto the bed as he progressed, briefly stopping to tweak and pull Lola's nipples between his teeth, letting them pop from between them at the extent of their stretch.

The unexpected sensation stung and sent waves of pleasure through the young teen. Lola began crying tears of joy, unable to explain why, but her groaning and writhing let Lincoln know he wasn't hurting her.

Finally, he moved on to her neck, scooping one arm under her left shoulder to support her as she couldn't keep from squirming. As he lifted her, peppering her small thin neck with his lips, still wet from Lola's bodily fluids, his fully erect cock came to rest between her folds, and the feel of his flesh against hers nearly made her lose consciousness.

The petite girl closed her eyes, began whimpering, and wrapped her legs and arms firmly around Lincoln. Drawing his legs up a bit to get traction, he slowly but firmly pushed his way into his sister. He felt every ripple of her tightening muscles as he probed further into her heat.

Upon reaching her cervix, he paused to kiss her deeply and began pulling out, starting another round afterward. He kept up this menacingly slow pace for several moments, savoring every ounce of sensation, hoping Lola was enjoying the build as much as he.

The anticipation of being fucked senseless eventually got the better of Lola, and she hooked her legs behind Lincoln, taking matters into her own hands. She forced Lincoln's pace with quick, sharp pulls, and he followed suit. He worked himself into a frenzy, oscillating increasingly faster and with less restraint, pushing Lola's body with every thrust, her coffee-cup-sized tits bouncing as she moved.

Lola and her brother became lost in the moment, the music's steady rhythm urging them on. The moment seemed disconnected from reality. The swirling lights and intoxicating scents of their lovemaking subdued their minds. The two remained lost in time as they rocked back and forth.

But, like all good things, everything comes to an end.

Feeling his balls tighten suddenly, Lincoln gripped Lola's shoulders from behind and pulled her down hard as he pushed into her womb one last time, stopping at her cervix and letting loose a torrent of sticky cum inside her. Spurt after spurt shot forth against her inner walls, and she felt each one as intensely as the next, her mouth hanging open with awe at the amount of his delivery.

Finally out of breath, Lincoln rolled off his sister and lay beside her. He took a deep, cleansing breath and held it for a moment before releasing it.

"I love you so much, Lola," he whispered, the music still pounding away in the background.

Lola turned her head and rolled toward him, laying her right leg on top of him, pressing herself snugly against him.

"I love you just as much, Linc," she returned, giggling slightly. "But we aren't quite done yet."

"You can't be serious," Lincoln gasped. "After that? I don't think I have it in me."

Lola pulled herself up, sat on Lincoln's legs, and stared hungrily at his softening member, which lay against his abdomen, a small trail of cum still attached. Leaning over and letting her hair hide her action from view, she licked up the remaining fluids and took his dick into her mouth, gently bringing it back to attention.

"Geez, Lo..." Lincoln began to say before being aggressively hushed by Lola.

"SH!" she demanded as she finished and sat back up, smiling at him intensely and fluttering her soft blonde eyebrows. She then began creeping around on all fours, eventually ending in the pose from the picture. Wiggling her ass in his face, she made her final demand.

"Come and get it," she cooed. "You know you want it, and it wants you."

"Are you sure?" Lincoln belted out of excitement. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Lola giggled.

"It's alright," Lola consoled Lincoln. "I've been known to use a dildo over the years. I didn't think you were into it until you got jealous. Now, come and get what he never could!"

"Really?" Lincoln gasped, raising a brow. "Hot damn!"

Lola shook her ass at him again and mewled longingly.

Lincoln rolled off the bed, pulled his sister as close to the edge as he dared, and positioned himself at her most private entrance. Still wet from Lola's oral massage, his cock glistened in the moving lights, making it shine eerily.

"Don't be shy now," cried Lola teasingly. "Rawr!"

With one intense push, he forced his way through her anus into her rectal cavity, coaxing a guttural moan from Lola.

"Oh, hell, yes!" she murmured. "Again!"

Lincoln pulled out and slammed himself back into her with even greater force. Lola anticipated the lunge and reared backward to meet him. His balls slapped helplessly against her womanhood, sending uncontrollable vibrations throughout her body.

The frenzy of their actions intensified quickly and dramatically, shaking the bed on its frame. Lola let her head drop to the bed, no longer able to hold it up, as Lincoln's lolled back. Together, they moved in unison, losing themselves entirely.

Lincoln was exhausted and sore, as was Lola, and neither lasted nearly as long as earlier. Just as Lincoln hit his climax and shot another load of cum into his sister, she also came, dousing his legs with her fluid.

Lincoln pulled out and sank to his knees beside the bed while Lola collapsed face down. They lay together, Lincoln's head resting on his lover's ass cheeks for several minutes, panting hard.

Eventually, they came down, and the cold night air turned brisk, making Lincoln feel gross and sticky as their bodies normalized. While it was enjoyable at the time, Lincoln always felt weird post-coitus.

"Whew," exclaimed Lincoln. "I need a shower."

"Alright, honey," replied Lola. "You go first. I'm going to lay here for a few more minutes."

Kissing her gently on one butt cheek and gently popping the other with his hand, Lincoln rose, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed into the master bath. After ensuring Lincoln had started his shower, Lola rolled over onto her back and smiled.

Unlike Lincoln, Lola reveled in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Knowing a part of him was still inside her made her quiver, and she bit her lip once more as her hand made its way between her legs. She massaged her sore pussy slowly, rubbing the lingering cum into her skin.

Eventually, even Lola came down and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before getting up to turn off the projector and climb into bed. She made a mental note to thank Luna for suggesting using music and lights to amp things up on their first night in their new home.

Before Lincoln ever returned, Lola fell deeply asleep.

Lincoln finally exited the shower to a dark room. He stood still for a moment as his eyes adjusted, then noticed Lola tuckered out. Gently, he lifted the covers. Yup. Still nude and sticky. Just like always. Though somehow, she seemed much more content than usual.

"God, I love this girl," he whispered to nobody.

Lincoln then made sure the baby monitor and the security alarm were on, doffed his robe, then nestled into his side of the bed. In a matter of seconds, he, too, was fast asleep. But as he descended into nocturnal madness, sleep greeted him with no juvenile dreams of superheroes or spies.

All the man experienced was darkness, cold, unforgiving darkness. He was about to panic when Lola's voice permeated his head as if it were in a reverse echo chamber.

"...a few years ago, before I knew how you felt about me..." Lola's voice said.

He was about to respond when he heard his voice as well. "...didn't sleep with him, did you?"

"...God, no..." said Lola's voice.

After a moment of peace, the voices began again.

"...assured me wins if I posed for some pictures. Not the nice kind..." spoke Lola. "...assured me wins..., ...a few years ago..., assured me wins..., a few years ago..."

Then, the voices went silent. Something wasn't right. Lincoln's brain struggled in its unconscious state to work through it. A few years ago, Lola would've been around ten, but her losing streak began around age eight.

Eight. Ten.

Lincoln sat bolt upright in bed, sweating profusely. He looked over at Lola, sleeping soundly beside him. Had she lied about ending it with Winston after the photoshoot?