Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
Dancing with the Devil
By Lola Presents
Chapter 1
Lincoln sat in his room, staring at the character selection screen. He wanted to log in and grind out some dungeons with his friends, but something stopped him. It wasn't because Lincoln no longer enjoyed video games. He had loved them ever since he was a child. But at eighteen, there were other things on his mind.
Girls took up a predominant amount of his time and thoughts. But today was different. The prom was coming up, and he still hadn't found anyone willing to go with him. His luck with women had never been that good, especially after Ronnie Anne moved away and ended their relationship, despite not being official in the first place.
Sure, he'd been on a few dates here and there, but he never found that one special girl who accepted him for who he was. There always seemed to be something about him that put them off, though he could never determine what that something was. The feeling was mutual, however. Lincoln found himself breaking things off as often as them.
Regardless, he didn't want to miss the prom. If only life were like a video game, where one could create a custom girl. At least then, he'd have someone, even if she was predictable. But even then, it wouldn't seem as satisfying. Sighing, he closed the game instead of logging in and put on his sweat pants and a tee shirt as it was nearly dinner time.
Lincoln often skipped the family meal but felt the need to be around others tonight if only to distract him from his mood. Before heading downstairs, he took stock of himself in the mirror that hung over his dresser. His hair was a little longer and had become somewhat unruly over the years, and his chin desperately needed a shave.
Otherwise, he looked decent enough to eat with his family, or what remained of them at least. While Leni still lived at home, the rest of his elder siblings had moved on. Lori and Luan chose college and lives of their own, while Lynn invested in the ownership of a local gym. As for his remaining sisters, he'd distanced himself from them some years ago.
He loved them, of course. However, once the older ones left home, he began to see where he's spent so much time focusing on them that he hadn't discovered himself yet. Lucy took it in stride as she did everything. Lola and Lana were too busy pursuing their hobbies to notice. But Lily was the hardest hit as Lincoln watched her more than anyone.
But tonight, he needed them.
When Lincoln's mother finally called her children to the table, Lincoln put on his best game face, ran his fingers through his hair, and headed downstairs, where he got met with confused expressions.
"What?" inquired Lincoln as he took his usual seat.
"Nothing," moaned Lucy somberly. "We just weren't expecting you this evening."
"Yeah," muttered Lana in contempt. "You've been moping about in your room all day, so we assumed it was another of your off days."
"Well, I, for one, think it's nice," Leni chirped, addressing her sisters.
"I agree," offered Rita as she brought out the last servings and sat down with her husband. "How are you today, Lincoln?" she asked in a motherly tone.
"I'm fine," murmured the young man, lying through his teeth. as he reached for the southern fried chicken.
"Mmhm," hummed his mother, who could read her son like a book. "Tell that to someone who doesn't know you. Now, what's wrong, honey?"
Lincoln sighed but kept quiet, piling mashed potatoes on his plate. Only, he wasn't paying attention and nearly took the entire bowl. Noticing the odd stares, he put it back and then leaned back in his chair, fretting.
"I'm sorry, guys," Lincoln apologized. "I have a lot on my mind."
"I bet," chirped his father, Lynn. "Your senior year is almost over. Have you made any plans?"
"No," grimaced the young man. "I haven't. But can we please talk about something other than school? It's not exactly my favorite subject for discussion."
"Well," sighed Lynn as he put down his cup. "You have to talk about it sometime, and we hardly see you anymore."
"Listen, honey," interjected Lincoln's mother. "We'd understand if it were because you were busy, but you don't even date anymore. Have you given any thought to the prom?"
"Okay, look..." demanded Lincoln, having grown tired of the conversation. "I'm not going. Alright?"
"Why not?" gasped Lola, dropping a spoonful of creamed corn onto her lap. "Dang it..."
"Not that it's any of your business, but I don't have anyone to go with, and I'm not going alone," he announced. "That's just lame."
"I'll go with you," Lola casually responded as she cleaned up her mess.
"Oh, honey..." sighed Rita, impressed with Lola's attempt at emotional support. "The prom is for kids his age. He wouldn't want to take his little sister. People would make fun of him."
"That's stupid," Lola barked, throwing her soiled napkin onto the table. "People ask their siblings or friends all the time," she informed her mother.
"Yes, but they still ask others who are close in age," clarified Rita. "Not someone five years younger. Besides, why would you want to go, anyway? It'll only be a bunch of teens cutting up."
"Mom!" barked Lola in desperation. "I get homeschooled, remember?" she continued. "I won't get a prom. What am I supposed to do?"
"Lola," Lincoln interjected, reasserting his presence in the room. "That's a nice gesture, but Mom's right. I can't take my little sister to the prom," he explained. "I'd be made a laughing stock. It's better I not go."
"Then we'll just have to hold a prom here, on our own," chirped Lola. "There's no way I'm letting my only brother miss that rite of passage," she announced.
"That's an amazing idea!" exclaimed Leni, becoming excited quicker than usual, which was pretty quick. "I'll start making the decoration plans tonight! And, I can make you the prettiest prom dress you've ever seen!"
"What about me?" chirped Lincoln, interested in the idea, if only to say he had a prom. "Don't I get anything?"
"Of course, silly!" beamed Leni. "But I'm not as good with men's clothing, so you'll have to settle for something from my store."
"I'm kidding," laughed Lincoln. "I don't model for you anymore, remember?"
"Oh, yeah..." sighed Leni, furrowing her brows before cheering up and diving into her dinner.
"Well," sighed Rita, conceding to her children's enthusiasm. "If that's what you want, Lincoln, I suppose holding a prom of our own isn't that bad of an idea."
"At least we won't have to worry about him getting drunk and causing trouble," chuckled Lynn.
As the meal progressed, the conversation turned to other matters, and Lincoln finally got some peace. And, for once, he wasn't getting odd stares. That honor resided with Lola. Sisters talked and knew things the rest of the family didn't, and they occasionally glared at Lola when they thought nobody was looking.
It was bizarre enough that their sister had an unusual crush on their brother, but to take advantage of his misery as Lola had was unforgivable. It wasn't that they were explicitly against the idea of them being together. Most didn't give it much thought. But she was setting herself up for disappointment when he didn't reciprocate.
None of them were sure when it began, but somewhere over the years, Lola's feelings for her brother blossomed. And leaving veiled hints here and there, they figured it out relatively quickly. It was only last year when they finally confronted Lola about it, and blushing like a rose, she happily admitted to the offense but made them promise to keep it private under the threat of revealing their darkest secrets.
The truth was, they only wanted Lincoln to be happy again, remember him as he used to be. And if that meant dating Lola, then so be it. It was weird and illegal, but family came before anything else. While they disapproved of her methods, at least they understood why she was doing it. The only thing on their minds now was keeping her from crashing or making a mess of things.
"Alright," sighed Lynn, placing his napkin over his empty plate. "When everyone gets done, please take your plates to the kitchen and wash them," he instructed, rising with his own. "I've had a long day and am going to retire early."
"Goodnight, Daddy!" chirped Leni, ever the optimist.
Lincoln joined his father in clearing his place and washing his things before heading upstairs to his room, where he stripped to his underwear and stretched out on his bed. His family was odd, something he'd known since childhood. Who had a private prom? Then again, if it made his sister happy, he'd indulge her.
However, Lincoln knew his sisters well. Too well, some might say. And something in Lola's eyes when she told him she'd go with him and the way the others shot bullets at her all evening told him there was more going on than he knew. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. It never was. Then again, maybe he was only overreacting.
Either way, there were dungeons to run and resources to farm. Putting the night's events behind him, he turned his attention to his game. After reloading it and choosing his favorite server, he skimmed over his character list. All of his toons were female and bore the names of his siblings. Interestingly, the one named Lolamarie was at the top.
"What do you think you're doing?" Lana griped, standing behind Lola as she sat at her vanity, giving her hair it's nightly brushing.
"What?" quipped the young beauty queen. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come off it, miss priss," scolded the tomboy. "We all know you like Lincoln. So cut it out," she demanded. "You're playing with his emotions, and that ain't cool."
"No. I'm not," shot Lola, spinning in her seat to face her twin. "As far as I know, he doesn't have any feelings for me. But that doesn't mean I can't make him feel special occasionally. Besides, I'm doing this for me too."
"Well..." grumbled Lana. "You better be careful," she insisted. "What if he falls for you? What'll you do then? You know that you can't date him. Right? Besides, if I know him, he has something more on his mind than dating."
"If you're referring to sex, then say so," complained Lola, raising a brow at Lana. "We aren't children anymore."
Lana grimaced at the mention of the word, but not because she loathed the idea. Far from it. Only picturing her sister doing it with their brother wasn't the most pleasing thing. While not entirely unbearable, it was uncomfortable enough to make her wince.
"Yes, we are," corrected Lana, furrowing her brows at her twin. "And we'll be that way until we're sixteen. By then, he'll be twenty-one and still beyond your reach," she informed Lola. "Why can't you forget all this and get a boyfriend who isn't related to us?"
"No thanks," chirped Lola, going back to her hair. "I wouldn't want just any boy, anyway."
"Fine..." sighed Lana, climbing into bed. "I'm going to sleep. And, Lola, don't diddle yourself tonight. You'll stink up the place."
Lola rolled her eyes before turning off the lights and getting into bed. One would think her nature-oriented twin would be more understanding. But no, she had to constantly complain instead of having fun. Regardless, Lola lay there, staring at the ceiling until Lana was fast asleep before dipping her hand into her panties.
Maybe it was her exposure to seedy elements in the pageantry business, or perhaps it was her way of acting out. However, Lola had grown a mouth since childhood, which became increasingly raunchy over the years. And as she lay there, pleasuring herself to thoughts of her brother, she imagined all sorts of sordid things she wanted to do with him.
"Oh, come on..." cried Lincoln in despair over Discord. "That's the third time tonight those boots have dropped, and I still didn't get them."
"Here you go," replied Clyde, opening a trade window and placing the pair he just got into it. "I already have them."
"Thanks, buddy!" exclaimed the exuberant young man. "That completes my set. Finally!"
"Hey, why do you always play female toons?" asked a guildie named Crayfish. "If you don't mind my asking."
"Nah, it's okay," replied Lincoln calmly. "I just don't want to stare at a dude's butt all day."
"Fair enough," replied Crayfish. "Still, it's a little odd. Most people like imagining themselves as their characters."
"It's even weirder when you consider that he named all his characters after his sisters," interjected Clyde, paying Lincoln back for the time he intentionally got him made to play better dodgeball.
"Gee, thanks," sighed Lincoln. "I'm not good at coming up with names, so I used them instead."
"I was wondering, though," continued Clyde. "Is there any reason you play Lolamarie more than the others?"
"Not really," offered Lincoln, realizing how tired he was. "I just like rogues. That's all."
"Alright," acknowledged his friend. "Well, it's getting late. I should get to bed. See you all tomorrow."
"Same," chirped Lincoln as he stood and stretched. "Goodnight all," he added before closing Discord, logging out of his game, and turning off the computer.
After stripping to his undies, he stretched again, cracking his shoulders and moaning loudly. Then, he turned off the light, climbed into bed, and adjusted his covers. The guys always liked to rib each other online and had a lot of fun. Last week, a guy whose character was named IKillYou got the usual treatment. Today was Lincoln's turn.
However, their questions tonight got Lincoln thinking. Why did he play that particular character so often? It wasn't only in World of Warcraft either. Both his mains in FFXIV and Diablo III bore some variation of his sister's name. And, now that he thought about it, it did seem rather odd, though he wasn't too concerned about it. After all, they were only game characters.
When morning came, Lola awoke to the sounds of Lana spraying Febreze everywhere. Yawning, she sat up and looked around to see what the hissing noise was. And noticing her sister fumigating their room, she flopped back into bed.
"Geez, Lola," cried Lana in disgust. "I thought I asked you not to do that again!"
"Sorry," Lola apologize, not entirely sincerely. "I couldn't help it."
"You know," Lana sighed, staring at her love-struck sister. "Part of me hopes you win his heart. That way, you can stink up his room instead of ours."
"You're silly," Lola chuckled. "You act as if you've never done it before."
"Not when it bothers someone else, I don't!" Lana declared.
"Oh, right," observed Lola. "You only do that when you fart."
"Shut up..." groaned Lana, "...that's different. Farts happen."
"At least they aren't as bad as Lori's," conceded Lola, throwing her covers back and rising to fetch new panties and clothes for the day.
"Heh," chuckled Lana finally. "Ain't that the truth."
Then, Lana caught sight of how soaked and sticky Lola's old panties were as she prepared to toss them into the hamper. Lana was no stranger to gross things, but even she had her limits. And what Lola held could no longer be considered wearable as they were a veritable yeast culture.
"Dang, Lola..." sighed Lana, staring at the filthy garment with one eye cocked. "You might as well throw those away. But be careful where you throw them. They might stick to the wall," she laughed.
"Geez, you're so gross," complained Lola, releasing her hold on the panties. "Now, before you make me sick, let's grab breakfast. I have a lot to do today."
"That's right!" chirped Lana, recalling Leni's promise. "You have to get fitted for your little pity party."
Shaking her head, Lola sighed.
"Oh, shut up," barked the annoyed princess. "You'll find someone one day that you'd do anything for. Then we'll see what kind of decisions you make."
"I'm only teasing, sassy pants," chirped Lana, grabbing her sister's arm. "Let's go. I'm hungry."
Lincoln cracked his eyes and stared at the clock as the sunlight kissed his cheek. Yawning, he reached over and checked the alarm to find it off. He cursed himself, realizing the alarm must have accidentally gotten turned off during his slumber. Either that or he never set it. And with everything going through his mind that night, he wasn't surprised.
For whatever reason, Lola remained in his thoughts as he slept, causing the oddest of dreams. Replaying his in-game adventures the night before, with his sister as his character rather than the avatar he'd created, left him feeling strange, especially after she died several times. It had been years since Lincoln had spent time with her, and he couldn't explain the odd dreams.
Thankfully, his stomach reminded him that it was time for breakfast, even before smelling the scents rising from below, and he rose, preparing for the day. With his sister squarely out of mind, his thoughts focused on the raid his guild planned for the upcoming weekend. Finally, he had the entire rogue set and would be more of an asset due to its bonuses.
After bounding down the stairs and excitedly entering the kitchen, he acknowledged his sisters, who were already present.
"Good morning, guys!" he chirped, which was uncharacteristic.
"God, they were so gross..." finished Lana as Lincoln announced his arrival.
"What?" inquired Lincoln. "What was gross? My entrance? Me?"
"No..." sighed Lucy, as mournful as ever. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
As his silly siblings returned to giggling amongst themselves, Lincoln helped himself to a bowl of oatmeal and a piece of toast. Then, sitting at the circular kitchen table, he tried to engage his sisters in conversation. But all they wanted to do was whisper back and forth to Lola.
Lola.
Why did it have to be Lola? What was so special about her?
