Lincoln struggled to pay attention in class, the 6th grade was just as boring as it was tedious. The sound of tittering laughter cuts through Lincoln, there's a group of girls sitting together. They were the type of girls who would never look his way, pretty, popular, rich. Desire mixed in with resentment, Lincoln could see himself going up to one of the girls and asking her out. He would be hopeful until she looked at his faded clothes, his white hair and his freckled cheeks. She'd laugh at the thought that he would try to talk to her.

It wasn't fair. Lincoln both hated and loved women, he liked the idea of having someone to love and care about him. Lincoln hated to be teased. It was practically impossible for a normal man to ask a woman out unless he was handsome, smart, sensitive, and completely willing to worship the floor they walk on. Bitches came in all shapes and sizes. Even his own sisters walked all over him, Lincoln sometimes found himself hating all women. His mom and Leni were the exception. Lincoln felt himself stirring just at the thought, his attraction for his mother started long before Lincoln himself knew what it was. He just knew that he liked his mom a lot, the onset of puberty brought in the sexual aspect. Try as he might Lincoln found himself watching her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her body. While it disturbed Lincoln, he found his attraction to his mother safer.

Looks from afar weren't enough, Lincoln needed more as his fantasies evolved.

In his mind she accepted him despite the taboo, she was still relatively young and ofcourse Lincoln found her attractive. When lilly still breast feed Lincoln would find an excuse to talk to his mom, stealing fugitive glances at her milk filled tits. He masturbates to pictures of her in her swim suit while Lucy and lana sleep curled around each other. His little sisters soft breathing mixing in with his panting, fantasies can only do so much though.

A reptilian part of Lincoln's mind says that he could probably force himself on Lucy or lana due to convince, it'd be easy to climb into bed with them or he could divide and conquer. Lincoln didn't want Lucy or lana though, his feelings didn't go beyond the mask of famiel love he pretended to feel for them. Lincoln faked most of his interactions involving his sisters, feelings and emotions were hard for Lincoln to connect. His mother being an exception. When school was over Lincoln walked home with his head down, since his parents first split up Lincoln had began studying his mom's habits. On school days she worked from nine in the morning to four in the afternoon, on her way back from work she usually picked up lilly from daycare and lana and Lucy from school.

Luna and Lincoln went to the same school, but Luna usually cut out after lunch. To do what Lincoln couldn't find it in himself to care really. After work though sometimes his mom liked to drink when she was sure the girls were asleep, she slept harder those nights. So far Lincoln hadn't really tried anything other than peeping on her changing or in the shower. He took any chances to touch her though, a hug here or a hand on her shoulder. It wasn't enough for Lincoln anymore, he wanted to kiss, touch, and fuck her in that order. He was through trying to convince himself that he was normal.