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Enter the Sandboy	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53409 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 5: The Soft Sciences
Lincoln once again returned home weary from hours of forcible sports participation. But at least it was just a few hours; on Fridays, camp only lasted half a day. Now he’d have the whole weekend to rest up.
All of which would seem great if he didn’t keep remembering the events of the past four nights and setting off a thunderstorm of inner turmoil every time he did. He’d skip rapidly from confused to elated to terrified to horny to ashamed and then right back to confused to start another round.
So as soon as he got home, Lincoln went to the kitchen, threw together a sandwich, and took it up to his room to be alone with his thoughts and his deviled ham on white.
What was wrong with him? Why did he keep waking up to find himself doing things that no boy should do with his sisters? And why were they all cooperating with him? Or were they actually instigating these activities themselves?
No, that made no sense. Okay, maybe for Lori it did, because she was older—even though Lincoln would never have imagined in a million years that she would ever want to have sex with her little brother, whom she didn’t even allow in her room. But Lana, Lola, and Lucy were way too young to be interested in that stuff. Then again, Lucy had been a very active participant in their…Lincoln didn’t even know what to call it. And Lola had, too. Maybe even Lana, although that was less clear.
On top of all this, why was one sister after another having nightmares that kept landing them in Lincoln’s bed in the first place? They weren’t just making excuses to get into bed with him; none of them was a good enough actress to have faked the fear he’d seen on their faces when each of them had first arrived in his bedroom.
Whatever the reasons for all of this, Lincoln couldn’t keep going on this way. He had to find out what was wrong with him that kept him doing the same insane thing night after night. And there was only one person he could think of who could help.
“Lisa,” he said, appearing in the diminutive genius’ doorway, “I need a favor.”
“Greetings, male shibling,” Lisa replied, looking up from her microscope. “What sort of assistance do you require?”
“I need you to, um, ‘dabble in the soft sciences.’”
Lisa’s eyebrows rose with interest.
“Well, I shuppose my eyes could use a break from Shigella dysenteriae,” she said amiably. “What seems to be the problem?”
Lincoln closed the door behind him—then suddenly realized how unprepared he was to discuss the explicit details of the past few nights with anyone, let alone his four-year-old sister, prodigy or not.
“Um, I…”
He decided the only way he could do this was to just blurt it out.
“Some of our sisters have been coming into my room at night ‘cause they had a nightmare and then they sleep in my bed and I have weird sexy dreams and then I wake up and I’m doing stuff with them.” He took a gasping breath.
“May I assume,” Lisa asked, “that the ‘shtuff’ comprises activities of a sexual nature?”
Lincoln hung his head. “Yes.”
“Hmm. Given the current outbreak of disordered sleep among our sibling unit, I believe it would be of value to examine the state of your subconscious.”
“How?”
“Fortunately, you happen to be particularly susceptible to hypnosis.”
“How do you know that?”
Flatly, Lisa said, “Gallus gallus domesticus.”
“Buck-buck-baGAW!” Lincoln crowed. Then his eyes widened. “What the heck?”
“It’s the result of a posthypnotic suggestion I implanted the last time I hypnotized you.”
“Huh? I don’t remember you hypnotizing me.”
“That was also part of the suggestion. Now,” she said, taking out a laser pointer and shining a green dot on the ceiling, “if you would care to look at the indicated spot above you, you may begin to notice a sensation of drowsiness…”
***
Lincoln’s eyes snapped open.
“And now you are fully conscious,” Lisa said. “How do you feel?”
Lincoln thought about it. He felt a little more relaxed than before. Perhaps that was simply a result of the hypnosis, but he also felt a bit of wetness in his pants, which probably wasn’t.
“What…happened?” Lincoln asked.
“You don’t recall?” Lisa replied.
“Not a thing. I was looking at the laser pointer, and then…this.”
“Hmm. It seems your conscious mind has erected a barrier between itself and your subconscious. Fortunately, I have a video recording of our session. I believe you will find it enlightening.”
She pulled a remote out of her pocket, pointed it at a small video screen, and turned it on. A recording began to play, showing Lincoln sitting in the very chair he was in now. Lisa stood in front of him, holding the laser pointer.
“…you may find yourself going deeper into a shtate of relaxation,” Lisa was saying as Lincoln slumped backward in his chair. “And now, you are entirely unconscious.” Then, putting the laser pointer away, she murmured, “I can scarcely believe how easy that is.”
Lincoln’s head lolled backwards, and his eyes were closed. Then Lisa spoke again.
“How do you feel?”
Lincoln raised his head and opened his eyes, and the Lincoln who was watching the screen barely recognized himself. It was unquestionably his face, but at the same time it seemed…animal.
“Want,” he said, his voice a growl.
“What is it you want?” Lisa asked.
He looked at her and smiled toothily. Lincoln had never known he could smile like that.
“Girrrrrlll,” he growled.
“Um, how interesting,” Lisa replied, her expression shifting among anxiety, fascination, and something else. Something that made her cheeks glow red and her pupils widen. “Please elaborate.”
“Want…giiirrllll…”
Before Lisa could reply, Lincoln got up and lumbered toward her, his face a picture of animal lust.
“Nnnnmmmm…”
“Oh my,” Lisa exclaimed, even as Lincoln took hold of her and pulled off her heavy green sweater, and her shirt along with it. Her little brown nipples were erect as she gazed up at him.
“Preettyyyy…” Lincoln said, drooling a bit as he gazed at his topless little sister.
“Well, um, thank you,” Lisa said. Her neck and chest flushed pink.
Lincoln wrestled off his own shirt, then undid his pants and crudely kicked them off along with his tighty-whities. Lisa gawked at Lincoln’s exposed, utterly erect penis.
“Goodness,” she breathed. “Your genital development is…advanced…given your chronological age.” The flush on her face and neck deepened from pink to red.
Lincoln’s face showed both pride and feral lust as he said, “Want…to fuck…girrrrl…”
“Oh, yes, indeed,” Lisa breathed. “Fortunately, my use of certain self-pleasuring devices that I constructed during the previous four nights has prepared me for this eventuality.”
Not taking her eyes off Lincoln’s erect cock, Lisa kicked off her clunky brown shoes, then undid her baggy red pants, let them drop to the floor, and stepped out of them. When she shucked off her plain white panties, her face was alight with undisguised eagerness.
“Mmm,” Lincoln rumbled, gazing unabashedly at Lisa’s small, naked body.
He dropped to his knees and caressed Lisa all over, his hands exploring every inch of her nude body. His lust was plain on his face, and his erection poked against her stomach.
“Inside,” Lincoln growled eagerly as he fingered Lisa’s puffy little vagina, which was visibly wet.
Now breathing heavily with arousal, Lisa replied, “Place me against the wall, if you please.”
Lincoln put his hands on Lisa’s waist, put her back against the wall, and lifted the four-year-old prodigy up until her preadolescent pussy was mere inches from the head of his throbbing, self-levitating penis.
“Inside,” he repeated.
“Yes,” Lisa breathed, gazing up at him with desire. “Inside.”
He pushed into her bald little cunt, his cockhead spreading her puffy lips open obscenely wide as he began to enter her. Lisa gasped, but the sound was all pleasure.
“Oh, my,” she moaned in her brother’s ear. “I was not certain that the relative size of our genitals would make this act pleasurable, but…ohhh, indeed it does.”
Lincoln got about four inches of his shaft into Lisa before he hit bottom. Then, slowly, he began to thrust into her.
“Girrrrl’s pussy gooooood…” he rumbled.
“Ohhh, Lincoln,” Lisa breathed. “The stimulation…you’re providing…is vashtly superior…to anything…I’ve invented…to pleasure…myself…”
She put her small hands on Lincoln’s chest and closed her eyes. From the look on her face, it seemed as though she was focusing her powerful mind completely on the erotic sensations she was experiencing. Lincoln could scarcely believe that a four-year-old, even a genius four-year-old, could be so sexual.
“Mmm…” the Lincoln on the screen rumbled. “Girrrl…warrrm…girrrl…tiiight…”
“Yes,” Lisa whispered, not clearly to Lincoln or herself. “Yessss…”
Each time Lincoln slowly pushed into her, Lisa exhaled just as slowly, and the sound was a moan, a whimper, and a wordless plea for more all at once. And when Lincoln started to fuck her faster, her breaths turned to gasps, and her moans grew louder.
“Oh…Lincoln…” Lisa panted. “This…asphect…of your…personality…is…fascinating…” Then she looked up and locked eyes with him. “And just…to be clear…” She tightened her grip on his arms. “Fuck me.”
Lincoln made an excited growl and plowed Lisa good and hard, pressing her firmly against the wall on every forceful thrust of his hips. Lisa lost the power of speech and began moaning, gasping, and whimpering with pleasure. Her small hands gripped Lincoln’s upper arms, and her eyes, magnified by her glasses, looked up at his feral face, wordlessly begging for more.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Lincoln grunted as he thrust into his little sister. “Girl…take…cock! Girl…take…CUM!”
He roared and thrust deep into the small girl’s body, and the Lincoln who was watching the screen could practically feel the semen shooting from inside him and into Lisa. The Lisa on the screen screamed in ecstasy and thrashed against Lincoln and the wall he had pinned her to.
Present-time Lisa switched off the monitor and turned to Lincoln.
“So, I believe we- Lincoln?”
The boy was still looking straight ahead, his stare as blank as the screen before him. His mouth hung open in horror.
“I’m a monster!” he cried.
“Pish tosh,” Lisa replied. “Your subconscious mind is simply driven by powerful pshychosexual urges, which seem undeterred by the prospect of either incesht or mating with a preadolescent female.” Blushing, she added, “It was really quite…fascinating.”
“Is there a cure? How do I get rid of it?” Lincoln pleaded.
“Get rid of it?” Lisa said with a note of disbelief. “Lincoln, ‘it’ is you—one ashpect of you, at least. Your sexuality cannot simply be banished. In fact, now that you have acquired a taste for sexual intercourse, I suspect that your desire to repeat the experience will be effectively irresistible for the foreseeable future. You should prepare yourself.”
“WHAT?”
“Now, now, there’s no cause for alarm. Given that many, if not all, of the females in our household are exhibiting similar urges, I imagine that you will have no shortage of partners with whom to satisfy your baser needs.” She blushed again. “Myshelf included.”
“But…why? Even if I’m some kind of…sex monster, why do the girls…why do you…want me to…to…?”
“I theorize,” Lisa said, “that this situation is self-perpetuating. Since this week began, sounds of sexual activity have been issuing from your room and penetrating our house’s thin walls at times when at least some of us are in the REM stage of sleep. This has inshtigated a great deal of neurohormonal activity of a reproductive nature—activity for which the members of our familial unit appear to have a strong genetic predisposition. Which I have confirmed in your case, since you were kind enough to provide a semen sample.” She smiled impishly.
Lincoln continued to stare wide-eyed at Lisa as he tried and failed to understand what she was saying. Then she sighed in the way she so often did right before she offered a plain-English translation of whatever she had just said.
“The noise you and the girls have been making at night is waking up the sexual parts of our brains.”
“But, but what about the nightmares the girls are having?”
“That remains a mystery.” She scratched her head thoughtfully. “However, given that sound appears to be responsible for the sudden increase in sexual arousal in the household, perhapsh sound could be triggering the nightmares, as well. I shall make audio recordings throughout the house tonight to determine whether any unusual auditory stimuli are present.”
She turned back toward her microscope. “Now, if you will excuse me, I should return to my bacterial analysis.”
“Um, okay,” Lincoln said weakly. “Thanks.”
But as he slouched out of the room, Lincoln wasn’t sure whether Lisa had made things better or worse.
On deck—Chapter 6: Working the Quads
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