Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Delquea: While this story will have its fair share of decadent sex, that isn't its entirety. A great deal of it gets spent exploring relationships. Without meaning and reason, sex would get boring real quick.
Catspeaker: Speaking of which, you'll see some of the old Lincoln in this chapter. For the past six months, he's been relatively isolated in his thoughts. He hasn't had much incentive to reach out to his family. But that's about to change.
TheAllSeeingEye4812: The box opens with this chapter. Where will it go from here, how, and at what pacing? That's the real question.
Pandora's Box
By Lola Presents
Chapter 4
Lincoln didn't have much time to linger on fantasies about his mother. Mere minutes after he'd begun, his sisters began filing out of their rooms to use the restroom before school. At hearing each of their voices, he altered his daydreams to involve them.
Placing himself in the bathroom, Lincoln imagined receiving each of them as they entered, attending to their lustful desires. He'd smile warmly at whoever came next, embrace them, and kiss them deeply before giving them what they needed.
But by the time he'd moved through Leni, Luna, and Luan, he spilled his load into the waiting wad of Kleenex. After he'd cleaned himself up and thrown away the evidence, Lincoln was spent and decided to head downstairs to relax in front of the television.
Coughing as he descended the stairs, his remaining sisters eyed him curiously. Lincoln seldom got sick, and when he did, it usually hit him like a ton of bricks. While Lynn muttered something about him getting over it, Lucy merely stared.
Lana and Lisa offered words of sympathy, but he had already reached the foyer and didn't hear them. Lola merely sighed and tried to use the distraction to slip past Lana in line. After getting caught, all thoughts of their brother's illness faded.
Not particularly hungry, Lincoln settled onto the sofa, grabbed a nearby comforter, and wrapped himself within. Mindlessly, he flipped through the channels while thinking about his mother's recent odd behavior, both last night and that morning.
His mother seemed distracted as she stood by the sink, staring out the window. Not only had she misplaced her robe, but she had become aroused over something. Something was wrong. Lincoln could feel it in his bones, but he couldn't pinpoint what that might be.
Soon, Lincoln's sisters began passing through on their way to the kitchen, and the boy couldn't help but admire their physiques as they paraded around the corner. None of them got particularly well endowed in the mammary department, much like their mother, but Leni was a solid B.
Everyone else was smaller, and past Lynn, they were all as straight as sticks. However, their plump bellies and rears more than made up for the lack of actual definition. They were all beautiful in Lincoln's eyes, though he couldn't decide which he liked best.
There was something about Lucy that made engaging in forbidden acts with her enticing, yet, Lana was more likely to enjoy the nastier elements. Lynn could probably take a ferocious pounding for lengthier times than the others, but Lisa would be the tightest.
Of course, Lincoln had no way of knowing what they might enjoy, but he firmly believed that Luna would prefer oral sex and, perhaps, water sports, while Luan might want thorough anal fisting. Leni and Lola were the odd girls out, and Lincoln couldn't imagine their preferences.
Before too long, everyone assembled in the living room to get their things ready. Similarly, their father finally emerged from his room, making the final adjustments to his button-up shirt and apron before kissing their mother and saying a peppy farewell to his children.
As one, the group headed outside, piled into the van, and left. Leni would first deliver the younger siblings, the middle-schoolers, and the high-schoolers, while their father hitched a ride with Kotaro. That left Lincoln alone with his mother, which suited him fine.
Lincoln huddled on the couch for the next two hours, occasionally coughing or uncomfortably shifting position. In one situation, the space between the cushions irritated him. Another way, his back hurt. For whatever reason, Lincoln couldn't get comfortable.
Of course, being ill, those two hours saw a few interruptions. Whether they were emergency trips to the restroom or visits from Lincoln's mother, who monitored his temperature, something interfered with his ability to enjoy the program he was watching.
"Honey?" Rita inquired, sitting on the sofa's edge as she again placed her hand upon his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Not too good," coughed Lincoln, muffling it with the blanket. "I'm still nauseous."
"Alright," sighed his mother as she stood and pulled out her phone. "I'm going to call your father and ask that he pick up some Dramamine during lunch. You sit tight."
"Hello?" Rita asked into her phone as she rounded the corner to the kitchen. "This is Rita. I need to speak with my husband."
For a moment, Lincoln only heard silence. Though he usually didn't pry, save for eavesdropping near the vents, his curiosity got the better of him. Lincoln listened, turning down the volume on the television, thinking he could get some clue as to what was going on with his mother.
"What do you mean he's not there?" gasped his mother from the other room. "An errand?" she muttered a moment later. "I see..." she replied after a brief silence. "Thank you, Kotaro. Bye."
Lincoln then turned the volume up again, expecting his mother to come to his side, but when she didn't, he started getting nervous. It wasn't like her to leave one of her children unattended, especially if they were ill. Not wanting to jump the gun, Lincoln waited another ten minutes.
Lincoln slowly unwrapped himself when his mother failed to appear and padded his way to the kitchen. Surprisingly, she wasn't there. Furrowing his brows, Lincoln closed his eyes and listened intently. That's when he heard faint sounds coming from the cellar.
Fortunately for Lincoln, the door to the basement was slightly ajar and opened with little effort or noise. The boy padded his way down the old stairs as silently as possible, knowing which steps to skip and where to step on the ones he didn't. What Lincoln saw tore his heart out.
His mother had collapsed, face down, onto the giant pile of laundry, her legs curled up underneath her as she bawled into her folded arms. With great concern, Lincoln approached and knelt beside her. Putting one hand on her back, he did his best to comfort her.
"Mom?" he pleaded reverently. "What's wrong?"
Slowly picking her head up and looking at her son, Rita wiped some of her tears away and sniffled back a large amount of mucus.
"I'm so sorry you saw this," she whimpered. "I just didn't know what else to do."
"About what?" inquired Lincoln. "I don't understand. Did something happen?"
"I think..." stammered Rita, her lower lip trembling terribly. "I think your father is having an affair."
"That's silly, Mom," assured her son. "Dad loves you. Why would you think that?"
Rita stifled her tears again, rubbing her reddened eyes with the back of her hand.
"He hasn't been..." she started explaining, floundering on how much to tell him. "He hasn't..." she muttered again before feeling an unprecedented urge to talk to someone about it. "He hasn't been very attentive lately, and now, it seems he's left with an employee named Candy. What am I supposed to think?"
Despite his best efforts, Lincoln didn't know what to think. While he couldn't imagine his father betraying her, what little evidence was available made things look that way. Still, he hated seeing his mother in such a state and had to do something.
"Mom, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation," he assured her, resting his head on her shoulder. "Please, don't cry. Why would he want to be with anyone else? You're perfect."
"Perfect..." mumbled Rita, partially in shock at her son's description but also out of shame at the material she'd been viewing. "Honey, I'm far from perfect, but thank you," she whispered as she cradled his head.
It had been years since she'd gotten flattering remarks from anyone other than Lynn, and even those subsided considerably. Sure, she got the occasional mention or cat-call when she was younger, but most people were either married by her age or younger and not interested.
And as Rita sat there, holding her son close, a warmth began to fill her heart, stimulating her nether regions, and she started crying more. She felt like her entire life was falling apart. Her son was battling obscene obsessions, and she was beginning to feel them too.
To make matters worse, it seemed that her husband had forsaken her for someone else, which was too much to bear. At that moment, Rita needed the loving reassurance and touch of a man, but all she had was her son, who, for all intents, was off limits.
Feeling his mother shake as she held him, Lincoln's heart ached for her. She had dedicated her entire adult life to building and caring for her family and given her best years to his father. Suddenly, Lincoln pushed away from his mother slightly and looked into her eyes.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Last night..." he added hesitantly, "and this morning..." he prompted. "I don't know. You were acting strange and..."
"Oh, honey..." cooed Rita, pulling him into a warm, tight embrace, landing him square against her bosom. "I..." she said, her voice quivering.
"It's okay, Mom," Lincoln offered. "I understand. You got hooked, didn't you?"
"It's more than that..." admitted his mother quietly and slowly. "I have..." she said before replenishing her breath, "feelings I shouldn't have."
"About?" queried her son from where he lay between her scantily clad breasts.
"About..." muttered Rita, still unsure what she was doing, "...you."
Suddenly everything made sense to Lincoln. His mother's covert visit last night to ask about his sisters, casual sex, and whether being related bothered him came into focus. Her aloof behavior and apparent arousal that morning cemented the realization.
"Mom?!" Lincoln gasped as he pulled away, fixating his gaze upon her. "What are you saying? Do you have feelings for me?"
Though Rita's eyes were colored deep red and her cheeks stained with tears, she managed to stifle her body from trembling long enough to force a smile upon her face and look upon her anxious son.
"Yes," she tenderly whispered as she nodded ever so slightly.
Then, to Lincoln's astonishment, his mother adjusted her position. Leaning against the unwashed clothes, she spread her folded legs, letting her recovered robe fall to her sides before pulling her son into a deep, passionate kiss.
Despite having played a similar scene out that very morning in his mind, Lincoln's eyes shot open, momentarily unable to process what was happening. But soon, his lids slowly closed as his tension decreased, and he tested the waters, lightly gracing her breasts with his hands.
The only thing separating Lincoln's flesh from his mothers was the sheer fabric of her nightgown, and he could feel her stiffening nipples against his palms. Still hesitant, Lincoln gently rubbed them with his thumbs while kneading the soft globes, and Rita began moaning under his touch.
"Oh, Lincoln..." purred the lost woman. "That feels so nice. I need more..."
Resting back on his haunches, Lincoln slipped his hands underneath the hem of her nightgown and slowly pushed it up to her waist. Lowering himself between her legs, Lincoln began passionately caressing and kissing her ample thighs, working his way from her knees to her crotch.
"Fuck, yes..." moaned Lincoln's mother as he settled on her pantie-covered mound. "Do it, Lincoln. Touch me. Take me. Do anything you want..." she barely mouthed in her highly aroused state.
By the time Lincoln was in position, Rita had already soaked her panties, and he could smell her scent, which intoxicated him, pulling him in. Too eager for her taste, he clamped down on her vulva, tearing at the thin cloth of her undergarments as he sucked in her juices.
Rita's head hung at an awkward backward angle against the clothing as she tweaked her nipples while Lincoln bore down on her, pinching and pulling on her clitoris between his teeth, driving her further into desperation.
Finally, Rita ran her finger through his hair, pulling him forcefully against her waiting orifice. And though she still bore her panties, Lincoln managed to push the soaked material as far into her opening as possible as he lapped at her with reckless abandon.
"I can't wait anymore!" begged Rita, slipping her fingers under the crotch of her panties and pulling them aside, revealing her most private treasure to her son. "Fuck me!"
Without hesitation or complaint, Lincoln stood and stripped himself of his pajama bottoms and underwear, freeing the beast within. Then, kneeling in front of his mother, stabilizing himself with one hand upon her right knee while the other positioned his cock, he plunged into her depths.
Lincoln rolled his head back and closed his eyes as his hips moved forward and back, taking in every sensation his mother had to offer. Entry was easy, but he relished it, basking in her interior's heat, and he nearly came on the spot.
Grimacing, Lincoln managed to control himself and held back as long as he could. But eventually, he could contain it no longer. And just before Lincoln erupted, reality hit him like a concrete block. Quickly, he pulled himself free of her, repositioning himself as he pushed into her anus.
"Holy shit!" screeched Rita, clawing at whatever soiled clothing was within reach. "Fuck, yes! Fill me up, baby!"
"Mom?" exclaimed a tiny, shocked voice near the stairwell. "Lincoln?"
"Oh, crap!" yelled Rita, grabbing Lincoln and pulling him to her as he continued to spend himself within her. "Lola!"
The forgotten, home-schooled seven-year-old stood on the last step of the stairs with a look of utter confusion and revulsion. Though Lola didn't have a context for what they were doing, something inside her insisted that it was wrong and naughty.
"What the heck are you guys doing?" the bewildered youngster asked, staring at them wide-eyed.
"Lola, this isn't what it looks like!" cried Rita, fumbling with her clothing as she tried to escape Lincoln's weight and stand. "Lincoln was just..."
However, the panicking woman's denial of wrongdoing solidified Lola's intuitive belief that something strange was happening. Pulling out her phone, the little girl turned to head upstairs.
"I'm telling..." she declared, furrowing her brows into deep ruts.
"No! Wait, Lola!" called her mother as Lincoln righted himself, pulled up his pajama bottoms, and bolted after his sister.
"Lola!" called Lincoln as he darted for the stairs. "Stop!"
Lola bounded up the stairs at hearing her brother's demand, skipping every other step, which proved her downfall. While the younger child was typically more agile, her short legs failed her. Tripping over the hem of her pink and white pageant dress, she fell flat against the wooden steps.
Lincoln quickly caught up to the girl but struggled to relieve her of her phone as she squirmed underneath him. Her little fists and legs flailed against him, trying to free herself. Her indignation was at an all-time high, and she wanted no part of whatever they had been doing.
"Get your gross wiener off me, Lincoln!" she wailed, her eyes tightly shut as she tried to wriggle free.
"Calm down, Lola!" Lincoln demanded before softening his voice. "It's okay. I'm dressed now and won't hurt you, I promise."
Slowly, Lola became resigned to the fact that she wasn't getting free, beginning to relax somewhat. Lincoln slipped her phone from her grasp and handed it back to their mother, who now stood nearby, but returned to restraining his sister shortly after.
"Lola..." interjected their mother in a loving tone. "Please, before you do anything rash, I need to explain things. Now, I'm going to ask that Lincoln release you. When he does, I want you to go straight to the living room so we can sit down and talk about this."
Despite the shock of seeing her mother and brother cuddling while half-naked, Lola had to admit that her curiosity had peaked. She saw no reason they would want to do that, and if their explanation included something juicy that she could hold over them, all the better.
"Fine," conceded the defeated youngster as she relinquished the last of her strength.
Feeling her body relax, Lincoln followed suit, pulled himself off her, and offered his hand to help her up. Slapping his hand away, the furious and baffled little girl stood, turned, and made her way upstairs, complying with her mother's demands.
"Lincoln," Rita instructed. "Go ahead up and keep an eye on her. There's something I need to get before joining you."
Lincoln nodded and followed his sister to the living room, worry and lust coursing through him. Lola could be quite the troublemaker, and he knew it. But that wasn't enough to keep his mind from focusing on her delicious little bubble butt. Having just lain upon her hadn't helped any.
Rita watched until both children disappeared from view, then silently walked over to the utility cabinet where she'd hidden the laptop. Taking another look behind her to ensure she was alone, Rita quickly fetched the tablet from its resting place before turning and heading upstairs.
Rita had never seriously considered offering herself to Lincoln, let alone involve her daughters, especially one so young. But fate had other plans. Lincoln caught her in a moment of passion, as had her daughter. Now, she had two options, demand silence from Lola or explain things.
Rita knew her daughter well enough to understand how manipulative she could be. Demanding silence would most likely prove a bargaining chip for the youngster, and Rita didn't think being indebted to a child appropriate. The only reasonable course of action was to explain, however distasteful.
Lincoln sat on the coffee table, guarding his sister, who sat on the sofa's middle seat, arms folded while scowling at her brother. As their mother finally entered the room, both children turned their gaze toward her expectantly.
Motioning for Lincoln to move, Rita took his place on the coffee table while Lincoln moved to the recliner. She then placed the mobile computer on her lap, opened it, and turned it on. Lincoln and Lola sat quietly as the machine booted. When it finished, Rita turned it toward her daughter.
"Lola, honey..." she cooed as motherly as possible, considering the circumstances. "I hadn't planned on doing this until you were older, but I see no other choice," she announced with no change to Lola's distraught expression. "Today's class is..." she began, hesitating for a moment as she mentally processed the pros and cons of what she was about to do.
"Sex education," she muttered, trembling slightly at the enormity of her responsibilities.
