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

NOTE: I apologize for the delay on this chapter. I have so much going on now, and things may get even more hectic. I'll post when I can, but writing is beginning to fall on my list of priorities.

Delquea: Thanks for your interest! Getting everyone on board is going to be a difficult and stressful endeavor.

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Pandora's Box

By Lola Presents

Chapter 5

"Sex education!" exclaimed Lola, relaxing her stance and sitting upright rather than sulking on the sofa.

All she knew a moment ago was that she'd seen her mother and brother doing something naughty. But sex? That was almost too much to take in. Sex was a forbidden topic in the Loud house, and anyone who mentioned it in conversation got thoroughly scolded. Now her mother wanted to educate her on the subject. What the hell was going on?

"Yes, honey," Rita said, using her motherly tone to calm her daughter. Then, as she mindlessly fidgeted with the computer on her lap, she delved right into it before Lola had a chance to complain. "Baby..." she said sweetly. "Do you remember when you first started doing pageants a few years ago?"

"Uh, kind of..." muttered the disgruntled youth. "Why?

"If you recall, Mommy took you aside and taught you a song," her mother reminded her. "Do you remember that?"

"Yeah..." sighed Lola, growing even more suspicious.

"Okay," chirped Rita, prompting her child to rise as she waved her hands. "Please, sing it for me."

Lola had no idea what the song had to do with sex education, much less what her mother and brother were doing, but she reluctantly stood.

"This..." Lola half-heartedly sang, drawing an imaginary box around her torso with her pointer finger, "...is my no-no square," she continued. Then, putting one hand on her hip while wagging the other in deflection, "You can't touch me there!" Next, she took an aggressive stance, snapping her fingers with each following syllable, "R. A. P. E." she listed before holding her hand up like a crossing guard, "get the hell away from me!"

Lola then plopped back onto the couch in disgust, folding her arms to shield her from further embarrassment.

"Good girl!" chirped Lola. "I'm so proud of you for remembering that and not letting anyone take advantage of you. But..." the sour girl's mother admitted, "...there's more to it than that."

"There's another verse?" Lola inquired, cocking one brow.

"No, baby," responded her mother lovingly. "The thing is, it's not specifically a no-no square. It's more like..." mused Rita, "...a maybe square."

"Huh?" muttered Lola, more confused than ever. "What do you mean?"

"Listen," instructed the child's mother nervously. "How would you feel if Lincoln went into your room and played with your tea set?"

"Hah!" laughed Lincoln, who sat in the reclined, mildly amused at the proceeding. "As if."

"I'd break his fingers, of course," Lola barked, glowering at her brother. "You didn't break anything, did you?"

"No!" spat Lincoln. "I didn't even do that! It's just an example!"

"Lincoln's right, baby," confirmed their mother. "But how would you feel if he came to you first and asked permission?"

"I don't know," shrugged the struggling girl. "As long as he promised to replace it if something happened, I guess that'd be alright."

"Exactly," responded Rita. "And do you know what the difference is between those scenarios?"

"Permission?" queried Lola, unsure about her answer.

"Yes, baby," applauded Rita, smiling at her daughter. "It would be wrong for him to use your tea set without permission. But with permission, it's alright. After today's lesson, your no-no square becomes a maybe square. Do you understand?"

At that point, Rita had her daughter's attention. Lola had always carried herself with an air of authority, and anything that gave her more power was good.

"I think so..." mumbled the girl, finally beginning to relax her posture. "Go on..."

Bracing herself, Rita gathered her resolve and forged ahead, which is what she and Lincoln wanted, after all. The idea of slowly introducing her daughters to the concept of casual sex and including them in their lust for each other was first and foremost on her mind.

Of course, she still loved her children as much as any mother and wanted them to understand what they would be doing. In Lola's case, the decision got forced upon her by circumstance but was no less sensitive.

"Sex usually gets reserved for two people who love each very much, like mommies and daddies," Rita began the lecture. "However, people can also do it for fun, even if they aren't in love."

"I'm still not sure I understand why, though," implored Lola.

"Because, sweet pea," muttered Rita, rubbing the bottom of her nose with one finger. "It feels amazing."

"She's right," Lincoln interjected. "It's the most amazing thing ever!"

"Seriously?" questioned Lola, not yet understanding the concept of intimacy.

"Seriously, honey," Rita assured her. "That's how you and your siblings got made. And, if you'll allow me, I have some things to show you that might change your mind..."

For the next hour, Lola sat and stared at the laptop as her mother dove into her lecture. Things began with charts of human anatomy, male and female, inside and out, which Rita used to aid her presentation. She used the correct terms for each part in addition to commonly used slang.

Once Rita felt Lola properly prepped, she discussed what she believed her husband was doing, gaining some favor from her daughter while expressing how important it was to keep her knowledge secret. With a new understanding of what was transpiring in her house, Lola agreed, though she wasn't comfortable with it.

Finally, Rita asked that Lola watch a few select videos.

The first video depicted a loving husband and wife scenario. From there, the topics became increasingly perverted yet sweet from a narrative standpoint. The final video was Rita's favorite, showing the little girl getting serviced by several men in various disgusting ways.

When Rita finally shut off the computer and closed the lid, she looked at her child anew. Lola had barely moved and remained still, too shocked to say anything, even after it was all over. Then, slowly, she looked up at her mother with blank eyes.

The things she got shown scarred her for life, twisting her view of love and how people expressed it. Though she now understood what her mother and Lincoln had been doing, it still felt alien to her. Silently, the young girl rose and prepared to leave the room.

"Wait, baby..." called the girl's mother, stopping her before reaching the stairs. "Please, do you have any questions?"

"Yeah..." muttered Lola, spinning on her heels. "Why? Why wouldn't anyone want to do any of that gross stuff? Even if it feels good, it's disgusting!"

"Oh, baby..." sighed Rita in despair.

She had tried her best but failed to convert her daughter. She desperately wanted to include her in the perverse desires she and Lincoln harbored. Now, it fell upon Lincoln, the man with the plan, to salvage what he could.

"It's alright, Mom," purred Lincoln as he rose and placed one hand gently on his mother's shoulder. "It's a shame, though. I thought she had what it took to be a movie star, too."

Lola's solemn eyes perked up at her brother's words. Despite her disgust at the material, becoming a movie star had always been her dream.

"Movie?" murmured Lola. "Star?"

"Well, yeah..." offered Lincoln, grinning wickedly before facing his stunned sister, so hot and luscious in her innocent confusion. "You don't think people put videos like that on the internet for nothing, do you? No..." he chuckled. "People pay good money to watch them, millions. Even at one dollar per view..."

"What would I have to do?" inquired Lola tentatively.

"Nothing right now," replied Lincoln. "I don't want to rush this. Besides, you must be sure this is what you want to do. In the meantime, take a hot bath and think about things. Alright?"

A hot, steamy bubble bath did sound good. Lola's young body had tensed up and needed some relief.

"Okay," conceded the girl as she turned and headed upstairs.

However, once Lola was in the restroom and out of earshot, Rita gave Lincoln a scolding look.

"Are you sure about this?" she queried her son. "Having casual sex in the privacy of one's home is one thing. Parading it on the internet is another," she reminded him. "Besides, too many people in this town know us. Sooner or later, someone would recognize us and get us arrested!"

"Relax, Mom," laughed Lincoln as he flopped into his recliner sideway, draping his legs over the armrest. "I never said we'd publish any of them," he added a moment later. "But, they'd be cool to watch later, and besides, what better way to get some of the others involved?"

"What do you mean?" inquired his confused but interested mother.

"Oh, you know..." prodded the horny teen. "Luan and her cameras, Lisa with her video editing skills, and Luna could compose the accompanying music."

"Lincoln! That's horrible!" exclaimed Rita deviously. "But I love it!"


Lola lay submerged in the bubbles for the first several minutes as she considered all she'd learned. As gross as everything seemed, the worst part was hearing that her father had been cheating on her mother. Worry and fear regarding divorce and not seeing her dad again coursed through her troubled mind.

Then there was the matter of sex, something she felt was entirely wrong for her age. Regardless, after living with Lana for so long, only to be shown that adults can be just as nasty, she began to wonder if that's how she'd turn out later in life. However, there was something else brewing within the child, something carnal.

Whether the actors in the videos she'd seen were in love was unknown to Lola. Yet, their portrayals were convincing nonetheless. The things they did together, in the name of love, were beyond anything Lola had ever conceived or would have usually considered.

But after sitting through nearly an hour's worth, Lola had to admit she'd become aroused. Something stirred between her legs as she recalled the videos of men, women, and children doing things to each other that should never see the light of day.

There was no logical reason she should have enjoyed it, but the truth was, she had. Yes, the acts had been disgusting and bordered on the mentally ill. However, something was fascinating and alluring about them.

Recalling certain scenes, Lola's hand slowly dipped into the water and made its way between her legs. After parting her legs, the warm water rushed to fill the void, relaxing her pussy, as she called it after learning its proper name, and slowly, Lola began rubbing the little nub near the top, something called a clitoris.

Relishing in the new sensation, Lola moaned softly as her little fingers ran across the small organ, occasionally tweaking it as seen in the videos. Soon, her hand moved further down and introduced itself to her sensitive entrance.

Hesitantly, Lola circled her opening, testing her reaction before slipping her finger inside. She went slow but deliberately, constantly fearing hurting herself if her hymen should break. That was if it was still intact. As much as she fought and rough-housed with her siblings, it was possible she didn't, according to her mother's lecture.

Lola inserted her digit with care, trembling under the effects of the powerful feeling she got in return. Stopping when she had introduced herself one knuckle deep, she began moving her finger, as seen in the video, which elicited a distinct reaction in her petite body.

An entirely new sensation, akin to electricity, coursed through her. Emanating from below and causing Lola to tense further, arching her back, it was all the girl could do to breathe regularly. Lola picked up speed and ventured further in, becoming lost in the feeling, and much to the girl's surprise, her entire finger disappeared into her opening.

Fearing the worst, Lola quickly pulled her hand out and above water to examine it. Then, sighing in relief when no blood was present, she had a revelation. While a tight fit, she could do the things she had seen on screen earlier!

And as the girl sat there, stunned at how pleasurable sex was, her reservations began to recede, disappearing entirely upon closing her eyes and slipping her finger back inside. And for the next several minutes, Lola dug at her hole until, finally, her body froze as her muscles contracted around her finger, holding it in place.

Whatever washed over her at that moment was all she needed to convince her. Sex was, indeed, the most fantastic feeling ever. With only one thing on her mind, Lola pulled the plug and left the bath hurriedly. She could hardly wait to tell her mother and Lincoln that she was down for whatever they wanted to do.


It had been a few hours since Lola caught Lincoln and their mother together, leading to an impromptu and unofficial course in sex. In the meantime, Lincoln and Rita had gone about their days in a relatively standard fashion.

Lincoln had retired to his room to masturbate, read some comics, then jack off some more. Rita remained downstairs and finished most of the chores before realizing it was nearly noon. By the time Lola dried off, got dressed, and bounded down the stairs, lunch had gotten served.

Lincoln and their mother were already sitting at their places, idly chatting, when Lola entered, full of excitement. Taking her seat, Lola took stock of her meal, which included a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some chips, and a large glass of soda.

"I'm in," Lola exclaimed as she took a large bite of her sandwich.

"In what?" implored Lincoln, mildly confused as he stared blankly at his sister.

"Really?" gasped the little girl's mother as she returned her sandwich to her plate. "What changed your mind, sweetie?"

"Well..." murmured Lola, still a bit uncomfortable talking about it. "While I was in the bath, I kind of did that thing you talked about, mas-tur-ba-tion?" she offered, questioning her pronunciation in her childish dialect. "It felt so good I couldn't stand it! Then," she announced. "That thing happened. You know, organism?"

Rita chuckled and covered her mouth. "I think you mean orgasm," she corrected her baby.

"Yeah, that thing!" chirped Lola, leaning back in her chair with a dreamy look. "It was amazing! When do we start?!"

"Hold up, Lola," requested Lincoln, swallowing his food before choking at his sister's eagerness. "There's more to it than..."

Suddenly, Lincoln didn't look so well. Still ill, his face turned as he stood, clutched his stomach, and bolted from the room.

"Honey..." cooed Rita, laying one hand on Lola's arms. "I'm happy that you've accepted things. But as good as it is, there's more to life than sex, especially since we have to keep it secret," she explained. "For instance, I have to pick Lily up from daycare soon, and shortly after that, your siblings will be coming home from school."

"Right..." muttered the deflated girl. "Oh, well," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I still have my daily packet to work through anyway."

"Yes!" chirped her mother, glad for the temporary distraction. "Eat up, then take care of that. We'll talk more tomorrow. Alright?"

"Okay..." murmured Lola.


After checking on Lincoln, Rita hopped in the van and left to retrieve Lily from daycare and pick up her son's medicine. Happy to see her mommy, Lily blathered on about her day at "school" while Rita politely listened. Only, the twisted woman wasn't all that interested in hearing about her daughter's day. Instead, her mind wandered to other, nastier places.

Of course, Lily was only a toddler and Rita's motherly instincts kicked in, discouraging her thoughts. She hadn't fallen quite that far. Yet. Rita stopped at the ice cream parlor on their way home to make up for her unspoken desires and treated the little girl to a double vanilla cone with sprinkles.

Lily had no idea what had gone through her mother's mind but wasn't about to say no to her favorite treat. While her mother drove them home, Lily devoured her treat while looking out that window, taking in the familiar scenery. When they pulled into the driveway, the ice cream was all but gone. Tossing the empty cone to the floor, Lily noticed the bus arriving.

"Dey here!" Lily screeched in her mother's ear as the woman unbuckled her child and picked her up. "Dey here!"

"Yes, baby," Rita purred. "Your sisters are home, too," she replied, setting the girl on the grass. "Now, you run a long and play nice."


For better or worse, Rita and Lincoln had claimed Lola as their own. One down, eight to go. Nine, if things continued to devolve. For now, Rita was happy, as was Lincoln. And unless Lincoln got better overnight, tomorrow brimmed with possibilities.

However, not all was pleasant in Rita's mind. Her cheating husband would be home soon, and her face grimaced at the prospect. While she once loved him dearly and still did to some degree, everything that happened the other day had culminated in some dangerous feelings within her.

How would she react when he came home? Would he show any signs of his deceit and betrayal? And as Rita stood in the yard with a concerned look, she watched as her blissfully unaware children raced for the house toward their chosen activities.

Staring at Luan's short skirt and long legs as she merrily joked and squirted her siblings with her flower, Rita realized how difficult it would be to enact her and Lincoln's plan. Some of them would be easy. Lana, for instance, and Lisa, if Rita used her intelligence as a gateway for consent.

But the rest were a mystery.