Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Delquea: Hopefully not. I tried hard to make her as accurate as possible while retaining the narrative.
Tylerdunkley82: I'm glad you enjoyed it. There's more dialog yet to come for Lisa! I'm okay with ideas. It was only getting confusing focusing on more than one story at a time.
Thepervertedeye1: Unfortunately, there are still some things to wrap up before that happens. I'm not rushing this. You'll have to wait until the next chapter to see how Luan unfolds.
marz-senpai: Thanks for the kind words! We'll see, though. Lincoln has a whole variety of things in mind. He isn't a one-trick pony.
nuuo: I appreciate that. I hope I did your favorite justice, despite the narrative.
Pandora's Box
Chapter 7
Lisa stood outside Lincoln's door, struggling with her emotions. She had accepted her lot in life long ago and bottled her feelings to avoid this very scenario. But like all others of reasonable intelligence and self-awareness, Lisa needed romance and intimacy, despite her physical inadequacies.
When Lola approached her with the idea that Lincoln was in love with her, her first reaction was denial. However, that didn't last long in desire's face. The entire situation developed so suddenly that Lisa hadn't gotten the proper time to process everything and ask follow-up questions.
However, Lisa knew it was now or never. Should she hesitate or back out, she'd never again have the courage to face her brother. Second-guessing oneself was terrible enough. For a scientist, it was downright catastrophic. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lisa silently entered the room.
After closing and locking Lincoln's door, the apprehensive girl crept along the floor and stood beside his bed. The lights were out, and her brother appeared to be sleeping. Pursing her lips, she stared at his slumbering form and began to reconsider her timing.
Reluctantly, she turned and began returning to the door, only to traverse a weak spot on the floor, triggering a mournful creak. Lisa froze, clenching her fists and closing her eyes as Lincoln began to murmur in his sleep.
Lincoln roused at the unexpected noise, propped himself up, and surveyed his room as his eyes adjusted. Having already been asleep, it didn't take long, and the boy recognized his sister's form almost immediately. Though her back was toward him, Lincoln reached out.
"Lisa," Lincoln whispered in the dark. "Please? Don't go..."
"Lincoln," Lisa gasped, still not turning. "I apologize. I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, that's okay," he responded, flipping his covers away and swinging his feet from his bed. "It's been a long time since you came to my room at night. Is everything okay?"
"I..." stammered the terrified and excited girl, finally turning while nervously pushing her pointer fingers together. "I mean, Lola..." she muttered. "She told me something earlier, and I..."
Lincoln smirked under cover of darkness, then stood and lifted his sister under her arms and set her upon his dresser. Then, standing between her open legs, he placed his hands tenderly on her hips to reassure her.
"Lisa," sighed Lincoln. "It's alright. I'm here for you. Now, what was it that Lola told you?"
"She..." sputtered the little scientist, unsure of herself. "She told me that you were in love with me and..." she got out before taking another deep, cleansing breath, "that you wanted to have sex with me, and I..." she stammered, pausing again in her uncertainty.
"I see," replied Lisa's doting big brother in a caring voice as he used the crook of his finger to lift her face toward his. "Would you be surprised if I said it was true?"
"No, but I..." offered Lisa before finding it challenging to continue.
"Lisa..." whispered Lincoln, growing closer to her full, wet lips. "I understand," he told her. "A woman of your intellect has needs, but you fear your body isn't ready."
"Yes..." sighed Lisa ashamedly. "I'm still a child, but I don't feel like one," she admitted while staring into her brother's big, brown eyes. "I don't know if I'm in love with you, Lincoln. But I do..." she whispered as he grew closer, "need..." she mouthed as Lincoln's lips closed in on hers, "sex..."
Lisa's mind went utterly blank as Lincoln kissed her deeply and passionately, his finger still holding her face in place. The young girl could barely breathe alone and only survived because Lincoln exchanged her air through his nose and mouth as their tongues intertwined amidst a mixture of saliva. When Lincoln finally pulled away, a thin band of saliva stretching between their bottom lips, he gazed into her eyes and smiled.
"That's alright," he whispered seductively, saving Lisa from embarrassment by concealing his actions in the darkness. "We can still make love," he said, wrapping his arms around her and laying her gently on his bed.
"Lincoln..." Lisa softly spoke as she struggled with her pajamas. "I should warn you, my immature form might pose certain barriers to coitus," she reminded her brother as he flung his briefs aside. "Are you sure we can do this?"
"We'll do what we can," he purred, climbing onto the bed and between her legs. "And if all else fails, I'm sure your back door works."
"Back door?" Lisa repeated in confusion before understanding asserted itself. "Oh!" she gasped, blushing heavily in the thin beams of moonlight that cascaded through the room's small, round window.
Lisa ran her fingers through her brother's hair before closing her eyes and guiding his head toward her waiting mound as it filled with blood. When Lincoln's tongue lighted upon her virgin flesh, Lisa released a weakened sigh. Unfamiliar with instinctual behavior, Lisa shuddered as her buttocks raised and her hands forced her brother's mouth to her tender nub.
Using his thumbs to spread her tight, little mound, Lincoln pursed his lips around her clit and began gently massaging it with his tongue while lightly sucking on it. She tasted so good that he almost came right there. However, he steeled his resolve and continued his oral assault, exploring and tasting every nook and cranny.
After thoroughly dousing her labia in saliva, Lincoln moved downward toward her entrance, feverishly lapping at it until it began to relax. He then slipped as much of his tongue inside his little sister as he dared. To Lincoln's relief, Lisa seemed to have already lost her hymen, assuming the loss from self-pleasure, but she was right. She was much too tight for vaginal intercourse. However, that wasn't going to stop him.
Pulling back slightly, Lincoln propped himself up, licked his middle finger, and thrust it unceremoniously into his little sister's hole. The sudden, rough intrusion startled Lisa, and her muscles reacted, intensely clamping her legs upon Lincoln. However, Lincoln anticipated the move and held her legs back with his own as he violated his sister.
"Fuck..." Lisa murmured, barely able to speak. "Yes. That feels so good!"
"Sh..." Lincoln whispered, hushing his sister into submission. "Relax and enjoy it, my little slut. Take it like a big girl."
While Lincoln's uncharacteristic language initially concerned Lisa, her body pleaded with her, and her passion overrode her common sense. With one of Lincoln's fingers inside her and his thumb aggressively massaging her clit, Lisa became inundated with the delights of the flesh and conceded.
"Yes..." she whimpered, close to tears in her excitement and indulgence. "I'm your little whore," she moaned as her unprepared body trembled, sending a torrent of discharge down her crack. "Fuck me, please..."
Releasing himself, Lincoln drew his knees up, scooted forward, lifted Lisa's ass onto his legs, and positioned himself near her dark portal. Lincoln knew that, after he entered her, Lisa would be his. And for a moment, he looked upon her as she lay expectantly on the bed, and his heart stopped.
Seeing his little sister prone and helplessly writhing about as he prepared to fuck her, Lincoln saw Lisa in a new light. Before, she had been his annoying little sister, despite how sexy he thought she was. Now, she radiated a beauty befitting of one much older. And, as he pushed himself forward through her anus and into her rectal cavity, he groaned heavily.
"Wait! Lincoln!" Lisa gasped, going to her elbows. "Not there! You might get..." she whined as his relatively massive cock slid deep inside her. "You might..." she tried again before falling to the bed in bliss. "Get dirty..."
While Lincoln's dick might have seemed significant to one so small, he was of average size for a pubescent young man and used all of it for their pleasure. As Lincoln rocked back and forth, slamming his balls into her ass, Lisa's hand went to her clit, tweaking and pulling at it with reckless abandon.
The surreal mixture of pleasure and pain that coursed through Lisa's young body left her breathless and ragged. Her immense brain had shut down entirely, unable to comprehend the enormity of what she was experiencing. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and her pulse rose dangerously high.
"Oh, God, Lincoln..." she mouthed as the faint heady scent of fecal matter spread throughout the room. "That's it, Lincoln," she cried, tears of joy leaking from between her closed lids, "fuck the shit out of me!"
And he did. Several times that night, Lincoln spilled his seed into his little sister. But after his third nut, Lincoln knew he'd reached the end of his rope. Pulling himself from Lisa's well-used, gaping hole, Lincoln lay near her crotch, resting his head upon her left thigh while stroking the other.
"That was amazing, Lisa," Lincoln cooed, trying to catch his breath. "You were amazing..."
"You were too, Lincoln," muttered Lisa, drenched in sweat. "But, now we're both dirty. What do you suggest we..."
Whatever Lisa was going to say got lost forever when Lincoln gathered his strength, rolled over, and tenderly began to clean his sister orally, purring with hunger with every lick. Lisa's heart skipped a beat, and she gasped deeply. Either Lincoln had anticipated her, or he truly loved her.
While Lisa had long been fascinated with human waste, studying it and often enjoying the aroma, she'd never tasted it. She'd never ruled it out, however. Being more knowledgeable than most, she understood that it was mostly water, fiber, salt, and sugar. All else was in minimal, unharmful quantities.
Still, there was a certain social stigma against it. Parents taught their children not to touch it and to keep themselves clean. Then there was the saying most learned in childhood, eat shit and die. Such things became ingrained in people over time and, along with the scent, discouraged them from ever trying.
Yet, the digestive tract wasn't as efficient as many believed. Not everything got processed, and many species ate their waste to get as much nutrition as possible. In some of the more impoverished countries, it was a necessity. The New Green Deal even considered the recycling of human waste.
And as Lincoln cleaned her bottom, Lisa's concerns receded into oblivion. When Lincoln finally rose, Lisa eagerly pulled herself up, sat on her legs, and leaned in to compliment his actions. There wasn't much, just a light smearing here and there, but if her brother could do it, so could she.
Wrapping her moist lips around the head of Lincoln's cock, she slowly along its length, adjusting to the new taste, savoring every bit as her saliva drenched his semi-rigid member, thoroughly cleaning him of her waste. Finished, Lisa sat up and faced her brother, smiling as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Returning Lisa's smile, Lincoln repositioned himself, gently laid her beside him, pulled the covers over them, and snuggled up to her.
"Lincoln..." Lisa cooed, gazing into his moonlit eyes. "Thank you. But..." she muttered. "Are you truly in love with me? I mean, you read me right, as far as my tastes go, but..."
"Yes, Lisa," Lincoln whispered soothingly. "I'm in love with all of you."
"Wait..." stammered the shocked girl. "All of us?"
"Mmhm," hummed the still-horny young man. "All of you, from Mom down to Lily."
"Lily?!" gasped Lisa, her tiny mouth hanging open. "But she's just..."
"Incredibly sexy?" finished Lincoln. "Haven't you ever changed her and lingered longer than you should have, staring at her little flower?"
"Well, no, I..." muttered Lisa, who'd never changed her sister, trying to imagine her on the changing table, dirty and wet. "Oh," she whispered. "I get it now. But how did you get this way? I mean, I'm scientifically detached, but you..."
For the next twenty minutes, Lincoln cuddled up to his sister. He explained everything that had led him to where he was then, including his union with his mother, Lola's accidental discovery, and subsequent lesson, and ended with their proposal.
"So, are you in?" queried Lincoln after his lengthy narrative.
"Let me get this straight," sighed Lisa, turning on her back to face the ceiling. "You want me to help you, Lola, and Mom seduce our other siblings and create a private collection of pornographic videos?"
"Yup!" chirped Lincoln. "That's about the size of it. But you can't tell Lola that were aren't going to publish them. And if you have any doubts, look at it this way. At least we'd be free to fuck any time we want."
Lisa folded her arms and furrowed her brows. She'd come too far now to turn her family in. She had invested her emotions into her brother and given him her body. If that were to continue, her hands would be tied. However, she felt terrible lying to Lola. Besides, she could use a little capital herself.
"I'll do it," Lisa eventually conceded. "But only if you let me publish them. I'm confident that I, above all others, could design an untraceable server to host them. You don't have to lie to Lola, you know. She can get paid as expected, and I can fund my experiments."
"You can do that?" stammered Lincoln in disbelief. "What about tracers and stuff?"
"Please..." chuckled Lisa. "I'll have them so confused that they won't be able to find their asses, much less ours."
"Deal," Lincoln eagerly accepted. "But it's getting late, and I'm exhausted. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, elder sibling," replied Lisa as she slid out of bed and put her pajamas back on. "We can talk more tomorrow."
And with that, Lisa headed back to her room, slipped into her bed, and fell fast asleep.
Lincoln had claimed another sister in his devious plot. Next up was Luan, but that would have to wait. For now, exhaustion set in, and slumber claimed him.
Lincoln rose early enough the following day to get dressed and sneak downstairs before any of his sisters. Just as he knew she'd be, Lincoln found his mother busily preparing breakfast for the troupe that would soon descend the stairs. All except Lola, of course, who'd sleep in.
Coming up behind her, Lincoln wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his rock-hard cock between her massive cheeks before slipping his right hand under the waistband of her sweatpants. Dipping his finger between her folds, Lincoln tweaked and pulled at her clit.
"Oh, Linc..." she purred, growing excited but worried. "Not here, not now," she muttered, unable to move while his hand buried below her bush. "Someone might walk in..."
"Is that right? The suspense is killing me," Lincoln teased his mother, withdrawing his hand. "Anyway, we got Lisa last night."
"Really?" gasped Rita. "How'd you pull that off?" she asked curiously.
"I'll tell you later," Lincoln replied as he took his seat. "I hear the others coming. In the meantime, I have a chore for you while I'm at school today."
"Is that how it is now? You? Giving me chores?" snapped his mom, smirking wildly.
"You know it," barked Lincoln, biting her nipple through her shirt. "Find Luan's diary and see if we can use anything to blackmail her. Okay?"
"Of course," sighed Rita as her other children sleepily wandered into the kitchen.
By the time everyone had left the house, either for work or school, Lincoln had managed to get Rita hot and wet. However, just as she was about to sneak off to the restroom to take care of herself, Lola shuffled in, delaying her foray into self-pleasure.
"I'm hungry," Lola declared sullenly.
"What's got you so down?" Rita asked as she prepared a plate for her naughty daughter.
"Are we alone?" Lola inquired, glancing around nervously.
"Yup," chirped her mother. "You're free to speak your mind."
"Sorry," offered Lola, digging into her scrambled eggs and talking with her mouth full. "I convinced Lisa to hook up with Lincoln last night. It was Lincoln's idea, though. He said something about her mind being older than her body, which was probably conflicting. As I was falling asleep, Lisa went to his room. I had to fall asleep to the sounds of them fucking."
Rita had already given Lola the talk, and she and Lincoln had talked her into preparing herself for sex, but hearing Lola use vulgar words only increased Rita's stimulation. And while Lincoln had fucked his mother and Lisa, Lola remained untouched. The little girl had to be jealous.
"It's okay, baby..." Rita purred as she stood behind Lola's chair. "Mommy will take care of everything and make you feel wonderful..."
Gingerly placing her hands on her child's shoulders, Rita gently but firmly massaged them as she ate. Then, slowly, Rita slipped her hands underneath Lola's nightgown and pinched her tiny nipples, alternating between twisting them and pulling on them until they popped free.
"Shit, Mom..." Lola reeled, squirming in her chair as her mother abused her nipples. "What are you trying to, ouch, do? Pull them off?"
"Not at all, you sexy thing," cooed her mother. "But when I'm done here and eat your dripping wet pussy, the pain will make the pleasure feel even better. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Holy fuck..." Lola stammered as her petite frame trembled. "This is really happening, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's real, baby," Rita reassured her daughter as she pulled the chair from under the table and went to her knees. "Keep eating, dear. You'll need your strength later. But mommy needs breakfast too."
Lola's eyes rolled into the back of her head once her mother slid her panties from around her waist and off her legs, and her delicate tongue began lapping at her puffy pussy.
"Oh, geez, mommy..." Lola sighed, a piece of toast dangling from her mouth. "That feels so good. Too good! I think I need to..."
"Go ahead, sweetie," chimed her mother, glancing up at her child. "Pee for mommy..."
And as Lola let her bladder loose into her mother's mouth, Rita knew that Lola would be forever under her's and Lincoln's spell. They owned her, just as they did Lisa. And soon, Luan would fall into their clutches. That's when the real fun would begin.
