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

Delquea: Thank you! I'm trying hard to make the dialog and events as realistic as possible. Of course, minor concessions must get made for the narrative's sake. But those instances are rare and negligible. And fret not. There will be real consequences later.

Omnios: Yes. In real life, it's disgusting. As a victim, I should know. But this is a fictional story with fictional characters.

Salvo1985: No, he was just sick. One's waste isn't going to make one sick. Whatever was in it was already inside them. It's mostly water, fat, salt, and leftover proteins.

Thepervertedeye1: The rest will come in time, but Luan is next once they convince Lisa to participate. They need both Lisa and Luan to pull this off.

Max: I will finish my other stories when I complete this one. I am finding it challenging to maintain multiple storylines in my head.

Nuuo: That happens more often than I'd like to admit.

Pandora's Box

Chapter 6

Things ran smoothly for the next several hours. Lincoln and Lola continued their daily activities as if nothing had happened. Though Rita remained nervous about her youngest, Lola appeared genuine in her desire to go forward with their intimate endeavors.

Lynn arrived home around five-thirty with a hearty greeting for his family, acting like nothing was wrong. After taking a quick shower and changing into something more comfortable while Rita prepped for dinner, dinner got served in silence.

Though a little awkward at first, Rita never let her suspicions known. Likewise, Lincoln and Lola distracted themselves with other family business, arguments, and general conversation. Rita even smiled warmly when her husband offered a kiss after dinner concluded.

Once everyone cleared their settings and went about their business, doing chores and homework, Rita retreated to her room and immersed herself in the novel she was writing. At the same time, Lynn puttered about in the living room, watching the evening news and a cooking show.

As the evening progressed and people began squirreling themselves away in their rooms in preparation for bedtime, Lincoln followed suit, intent on surfing the internet for something spicy to watch. However, the solitude he desired eluded him.

"Hi, Lincoln," purred Lola as she wandered into his room without knocking and locked the door behind her. "Can we talk?

"Sure, sis," answered Lincoln, casually closing his laptop now that he'd gotten it back from his mother. "What's up?"

"It's about..." Lola whispered, "...you know..."

"Having second thoughts?" pondered Lincoln openly, though quietly.

"Uh, no. Are you kidding?" gasped Lola, incredulous at his remark. "What I did today was amazing, and I want more, especially if I get to make money from it," retorted the aspiring movie star.

"But..." Lincoln led, letting his sister fill in the blanks.

Lola shifted her weight and turned more toward her brother as she sat on his bed. All Lincoln and her mother had told her was that they would make movies, though not precisely how. For most of the evening, that was all Lola could think about, prompting her relative silence at dinner.

"But..." she muttered. "How are we making these little movies?" she inquired. "We have no movie cameras or anything."

Lincoln smiled brightly. Everything was coming together, and as usual, the man with the plan was two steps ahead of everyone. Of course, he'd had months to think about this scenario, working out every detail and possible outcome.

"Ah!" cooed Lincoln, smiling at Lola before running his hand up her chubby thigh, burrowing it into her slit through her panties, and tickling her clit. "That's where you come in."

"Me?" queried Lola as her breath hitched. "What can I do?" she stammered as her body filled with the familiar sensation of getting sexually stimulated.

Lola would've slapped the shit out of her brother not long ago for doing something so bold and gross. But after catching him and their mother in sensual bliss, her unscheduled lesson, and earlier experimentation, Lola didn't deny her brother the affection.

"You like that, hm?" asked Lincoln in a low whisper as he rubbed her little nub in small circled.

"Mmhm," moaned the distracted girl before Lincoln suddenly pulled away from her and leaned against his headboard.

"Well," prompted Lincoln seriously. "Whether you get more or not depends entirely on you."

"What?!" gasped the horny girl as her brother left her hanging, dampening her panties in anticipation of something that wasn't coming.

"Listen," explained her brother. "We need Luan's cameras and expertise behind them," he told her. "And we also need Lisa's computer editing skills."

"Okay..." sighed Lola as she picked up where Lincoln had left off. "I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"Alright," muttered Lincoln, leaning in. "I'll make this simple for you. Luan is older and has already had the talk and years of social conditioning to undo. The key is Lisa," he began, slowly yet deliberately to ensure she understood.

"But Lisa is, like, a total genius," argued Lola. "She'll never agree."

"Maybe not if you ask her outright," Lincoln sneered, hoping to build on his sister's need for manipulation. "However, her intelligence is what'll get her to come around. You see," he said, "intelligence breeds self-awareness, and she's like a thirty-year-old woman in a child's body. Think about that for a minute. She has to be horny and lonely..." he concluded.

The rest came to Lola naturally. If Lisa were, indeed, horny, she'd feel incredibly lonely, knowing nobody would accept her due to her age. Slowly, her hand stopped, resting in place on her mound.

"Okay," Lola conceded. "But I still don't understand why I have to be the one to convince her to join us."

"Because, Lola," Lincoln continued with his explanation. "She'd see it as a direct threat if I tried. But sister's talk. And that's all you have to do. Get her alone, start asking her about sex, and let things take a natural course," he suggested. "Once you get an admission from her, drop some hints that you know someone who might want to have sex with her."

"You?" inquired Lola, surprised for some reason. "I mean..."

"Well, yes," nodded her brother. "Me and mom both, and hopefully you," he added a moment later. "Like in the group videos you saw. But don't tell her outright. Build her interest and let her ask first. Don't shove it down her throat."

"Ah..." declared Lola, her bright blue eyes widening. "I get it," she said before slowly standing. "Thanks! I'll handle it. Watch your videos, and I'll take of everything," she concluded before unlocking the door and bounding out of the room.

Lincoln sincerely hoped this step of his plan worked. It was a huge risk letting Lola handle it, but he saw no other option. Lisa would likely clam up if either he or his mother tried. But Lola was young and, as intimidating as she could be, posed little threat to Lisa, especially with Todd around.

While Lincoln knew the next phase involved Luan, and with so many variables, Lincoln didn't want to commit to any single course of action. His mind must remain open to accommodate all possibilities. One tiny thing could upset the balance, and he would need to adjust.


Lola's mind was aflame. She wanted to learn more about sex and perform in front of the camera. However, she needed Lisa's cooperation, so she steeled her resolve and proceeded to her sister's room. Lola was a master at manipulation, though she failed to see how she'd gotten manipulated.

"What'cha doin'?" chirped Lola as he entered Lisa's and Lily's room.

"Sh!" shushed Lisa with annoyance as she sat in the dark, typing strings of code into her computer. "Lily's already asleep, ding-a-ling."

"Oh, sorry," whispered the seven-year-old, waltzing over to her sister's desk.

Standing over Lisa's shoulder and slightly to the right, Lola studied her sister's collection of oddities, looking for something she could use. The desk, and the shelves above it, were littered with a bit of everything, from Bunsen burners and beakers to slides of who knows what, USB drives, stacks of essays, and many other things.

"Look at all this stuff," Lola whispered, idly leafing through technical papers. "You are amazing. Do you know that? Most adults wouldn't understand half of this stuff, let alone do something with it."

"Why, thank you," offered Lisa, pushing her glasses back into position while staring a hole through her nosy sister. "Now, what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing," sighed Lola, folding her arms as she stared at the gibberish on the screen. "I was only thinking how lonely this all seems. You spend all day in here."

"I see," sighed Lisa. "I assure you that I am fine. I have all of you to pester me, do I not?"

"That's not what I meant," Lola corrected her sister. "Haven't you ever thought about getting a boyfriend and falling in love? There's more to life than science, you know."

"Even if I have," retorted Lisa indignantly, "it's not like I have many options. Those my age are immature and uneducated peons. Besides, I like what I do."

"Yeah?" Lola countered. "And what is that you do?" came a weighted argument. "Let's see," mused Lola. "You made that aluminum robotic monstrosity, you built Todd, and let's not forget that tentacles beast in your closet," Lola reminded her sister. "It seems to me that you are quite lonely indeed."

"Well, I..." murmured Lisa as she processed Lola's supposition.

"Just admit it," Lola said, interrupting Lisa before she could counter, "you're lonely and compensate by making companions of your own."

"As difficult as it is to admit," Lisa sighed, leaning back in her chair, removing her glasses, and pinching the bridge of her nose, "you're right. But what would you have me do?"

"Find an older guy?" Lola suggested smugly.

"Lola..." murmured the stricken scientist. "That would not only be illegal."

"So?" chirped Lola defiantly.

"Besides," continued her sister, ignoring Lola's dismissive attitude. "Any man that might desire me, at my age, would have to be a pedophile."

"So?" chirped Lola again.

"What do you mean, so?" Lisa barked as quietly as possible, not to disturb Lily. "That's..."

Suddenly, Lola grabbed Lisa's chair by the armrests and spun it around to bring her face to face. Things had been going well. Lisa hadn't immediately rejected the idea, and Lola wasn't about to back down now that she had her sister questioning herself.

"Lisa," Lola demanded. "Listen here. A girl with your smarts should already know what sex is and deserves to get satisfied. You can't compare yourself to another kid. If you can build a rocket to explore space and build Lincoln a big brother, then I know you can keep a simple secret."

"Lola, I..." sighed Lisa exhaustedly. "Look, even if I wanted to do such a thing, where would I begin? It's not as if there's a dating site for child prodigies."

Lola released her grip on the chair and stood, smirking as she wriggled her brows. Lisa had been properly prepped and had virtually acknowledged her loneliness and desire for intimacy. It was now or never, but Lola had to be careful. Should Lisa be disparaging, the whole thing could fall apart.

"What would you say if I told you that I already know someone who wants to fuck you?" offered Lola smugly.

Lisa stared intently at her sister, curious and concerned, grimacing at her use of the vulgar term. If Lola had already engaged in sexual activity, she could be in great danger. However, it wasn't like Lola to trust openly. The girl carried a taser with her everywhere she went.

"My first question, naturally, would be to ask who," Lisa stated, her gaze fixed on her sister's eyes for any sign of deceit or trauma, "and how you know them. However, it is unlikely you would answer without some conditions. My second question would be whether I can trust this person to keep things discreet?"

"You're right. I do have a condition," Lola asked plainly. "And as for trust, you can rely on their word as much as you would family."

"Hmmm," muttered Lisa, her brain processing everything. "Alright. What's your condition?"

"My condition, dear sister, is that you keep this between us, regardless of what I tell you," Lola demanded.

Lisa considered Lola's proposal for a moment. On the one hand, if she agreed to Lola's terms and didn't like what she learned, she would have to remain silent, potentially aiding a criminal. On the other hand, she had been struggling with her desires for a while.

While Lisa was only five years old, physiologically, her mental status was decades ahead of most people, including her contemporary adult peers. And even they, though sharing a passion for science, managed to find a mate and maintain a household.

Lola had been right about her isolation and the constant battle against her womanly instincts. Her mechanical and genetic experiments were ineffective replacements for companionship and possibly bearing a child. Agreeing to Lola's terms was laden with risk but not without possibilities.

"Fine..." Lisa conceded, interlocking her fingers on her lap. "I promise to keep the identity of your 'friend' confidential. Or, as our siblings might say, take it to the grave."

Nodding, Lola went to her knees in front of Lisa and held firm to her chair. Her demeanor seemed to change instantly from casual to serious.

"How I know them, and why you can trust them, is because..." whispered Lola, staring at her sister with sincerity, "it's Lincoln, and he's waiting in his room right now for you."

Stunned, Lisa blinked twice and slightly shook her head as if dislodging a fly that had landed on her face. Suddenly, her brother's recent isolation and moodiness began to make sense to her. Though usually astute, his condition had gone unnoticed by the young scientist.

"What?" she mouthed. "Lincoln? Our Lincoln. Our brother?"

"Mmhm!" chirped Lola. "He's in love with you and wants to have sex with you."

"How..." stuttered Lisa in astonishment. "How do you know this?" she finally asked. "I find it rather unbelievable and unlikely that..."

"We talk, Lisa. Okay?" sighed Lola, growing frustrated. Then, after rising, Lola concluded her pitch. "Why do you think we're close? When we have tea parties, we do more than drink tea. It's up to you now. Go to him, or don't. Either way, you promised to keep this a secret."

Lola then turned and headed for the door, leaving Lisa to ponder what she'd learned, and headed for her room to get some sleep. The seed planted had only to take root. And knowing her sister's advanced intellect and curiosity, only time stood between then and when she sought Lincoln out to make her move.


Too bothered to think clearly, Lisa saved her work and shut down her computer before changing into her pajamas and crawling into her bed. After pulling the covers up to her nose, she peered wide-eyed into the darkness, collating her thoughts.

Lisa had felt certain urges for over a year, her advanced capacity for understanding things around her unfairly putting her in a unique position. While her body had yet to undergo puberty, she wasn't like other children. Lisa understood the physical and mental requirements, while others didn't.

Lisa's needs charged into battle with rationale and common sense, unyielding and unrelenting. Lola's demeanor told her that her sister had been genuine with her. Yet, the young Nobel prize winner couldn't help but feel insecure and hesitant.

Lincoln was her brother. And yet, he may be her only hope. But did she love him? That was something that even she couldn't answer presently. Sure, there was always the familial affection that all siblings shared, but romantic love was difficult to process, let alone physical intimacy.

As time slipped away, Lisa's eyelids became increasingly heavy. Despite the turmoil that reeled with her, Lisa's energy reserves drained entirely, and she fell asleep to thoughts of her brother tainting her nocturnal REM cycles.


Lincoln had heard Lola enter and later exit their sister's room. However, his prissy sister never returned with an indication one way or the other. While he would've preferred that Lola wait before rushing off, it's possible that sleeping on the notion might prove beneficial.

Regardless, Lincoln was getting tired and decided to call it a night. Putting away his laptop, throwing away his used tissue, and his bottle of Vaseline, Lincoln bundled up under his covers. Sleep would be difficult, as it had been for many months, but he still had to try.

Lincoln felt much better, and there was little chance he could fake being ill to stay home again. Despite their new relationship, his mother would still insist on attending school, if for no other reason than to cover herself should the principal notify social services for unexcused absences.

Settling into thoughts of having perverted group sex with his sisters, Lincoln soon fell sound asleep.


"Why shouldn't you get some satisfaction?" Lisa's doppelganger argued as she dreamt. "It's not like he's going to tell anyone. He'd be in even more trouble than you!"

"True," replied Lisa's mental representation. "But what if..."

"Oh, shut up," demanded her alternate self, much more at ease with everyday speech. "You overthink things. Lincoln's in love with you and wants to fuck you. Just go already!"

"I don't know..." sighed Lisa from across the board meeting room where they sat. "I have to admit that he can be charming when he wishes to be, but he's my brother, doesn't that..."

"What did tell about overthinking?" the mirror Lisa barked, slamming her fist on the broad oak table. "What do you feel?"

Lisa closed her virtual eyes, finding it difficult to feel anything. She'd suppressed her emotions for so long that she'd almost forgotten how.

Almost.

After a fair amount of internal struggle, perhaps aided by her unconscious mind, Lisa incrementally released her inhibitions. And as scenes of her and Lincoln bonding in a way that siblings never should, Lisa saw herself in a sensual kiss with her brother and enjoyed it.

Suddenly, Lisa's eyes flew open, and her hand went to her crotch.

"Dang it..." she muttered in the dark, feeling how soaked she'd become. "I never should've started masturbating."

"Ng..." whined her youngest sister, Lily, from her toddler bed.

"Sh," whispered Lisa, soothing her sister. "Go back to sleep, Lily. I only had a bad dream."

Lisa's dream was far from horrible, and she felt terrible lying to the child. However, Lily was far too young to comprehend the truth, the truth that Lisa was only now coming to understand herself. Lisa had needs only her brother could fill, and she had reconciled with her latent feelings for him.

After waiting a few moments, Lisa silently rose, using a few tricks she'd learned while analyzing Lucy's movements, and slipped from their room. Either tonight would be the most fantastic thing that ever happened to Lisa, or she would end up being the butt of some cosmic joke.