Lincarol saga chapter 1

Story by Cedric225


Chapter 1 One wet Hallowen

    >Lincoln wasn't quite sure how to feel about his first halloween alone.
    >Normally one of his big sisters would be chaperoning him, but they were all busy with whatever activities teenagers got up to on this funnest of nights.
    >Clyde had been dragged out of town by his dads, and Ronnie-Anne spent halloween with her family as well.
    >Lincoln felt a little pathetic walking the streets of his home town alone in a white bedsheet with holes cut and exaggerated with black marker, but at the same time the promise of freedom was too tempting to pass up.
    >His haul was pretty good this year as well, which spurned the boy farther and farther away from home. The few times he had gone trick or treating with all of his siblings had resulted in none of them getting much candy from any home, as a half dozen kids walking up to your door tended to make anyone stingy.

>With no younger siblings with short legs or older siblings unwilling to keep pace, Lincoln was going from door to door at a clip that eventually tired the boy out.
>The boy needed a break, and sat down on the curb for a chocolate break.
>He knew he was supposed to let an adult visually inspect the candy before he ate it, but under the light of his phone screen, the candy bar Lincoln had pulled out at random seemed to be properly sealed in it's wrapper.
>Lincoln munched happily on the chocolate and sweet filling as he watched other kids pass by with normal families. A pang of jealousy twisted in the boy's stomach as he saw two siblings of close age escorted from door to door by parents who were able to give them proper attention.
>His desire for a life like that always hurt when the feeling went away, as it would mean Lincoln would 'give up' almost all of his siblings for a life like that, and he loved them all too much to ever want to part with even one.
>The loneliness did not lift from Lincoln's shoulders as he finished the snack and readjusted his costume. The boy continued his crusade for candy at a slower pace, as exhaustion grew in his legs and feet.

>Carol felt like she was about to sprout mushrooms, she had been glued to her spot on the couch for so long watching this trashy flick.
>Nights like these hurt her, as it became clear how people really thought about her. Everyone knew her name and face at school, and she was always asked to spearhead any big events or celebrations. But outside that environment? When kids want to just be kids and have fun? She was always snubbed. Carol Pingrey was not a name associated with house parties or movie nights with friends.
>Her parents were out for the weekend, and nobody in the family had cared enough to decorate the house for the event tonight.
>At that point it was as simple as making sure the lights in the house were off, and nobody would disturb Carol as she binged tv movies for the night with her dad's liquor cabinet to keep her company.
>"If only people could see you now, Carol. On rum and coke number three with two more hours of this garbage to go."
>Carol could not help talking to herself, growing up in an empty home had thrust the habit upon her to deal with the absence of her parents.
>A ring of the doorbell echoed through the house, rousing Carol from her self-deprecating thoughts. This was the first time tonight someone had tried the home for candy, and while Carol felt like it would be a risk answering the door piss-drunk, a more insistent part of her wanted to tell the kids off for not being able to tell a non-candy giving house when they saw one.

>Lincoln waited on the darkened doorstep. The heavy wooden door swung open suddenly and Lincoln started up his automated response.
>"Trick or treat!...Oh, Hi Carol!"
>Lincoln's high pitched & chipper voice cut through Carol's drunken haze like a hacksaw, and it took her a moment to realize her depraved desire to be seen drunk off her ass could be coming true,
>"You're Lori's kid, right? Is she...with you?" Carol squinted in an effort to check the nearby sidewalk, but she could see very little in the darkness of the night.
>"Oh, no. I'm trick or treating by myself this year!" Lincoln said proudly as he jiggled the pillow sack in an effort to remind the older girl why he was here in the first place.
>Carol rubbed the back of her head and let out a groan.
>"Sorry kid, we don't do halloween...uhh...you want some soda or something?"
>Carol made the offer as she opened the front door and took a step back, all of her body language inviting the boy into her home.
>Lincoln knew about the danger of strangers...but this wasn't a stranger, this was Carol Pingrey. Lori seemed to hate her but it was more of a feminine spite than anything the boy felt warranted concern.
>"Yeah, okay...here, lemme trade you."
>Lincoln stuck his hand into his sack, and pulled out a fist full of candy that he then thrust towards the big girl inviting him in for a spell.
>Carol had been wanting some snacks anyway, so she accepted the treats and stuffed them in the pocket of her sweat pants.
>"Aww, thanks cutie. Go sit in the living room and I'll get you something from the fridge."
>Being called a cutie made Lincoln blush under the white sheet of his costume, but the boy complied and navigated his way into the living room before plopping down on the couch.

>Lincoln noticed that one half of the couch was coated in the debris of potato chips, and the boy took a moment to wipe the crumbs away before taking his costume off and finding a spot on the opposite side of the couch to sit.
>Carol, meanwhile, was fixing another rum and coke. Ice in the glass, then a little splash of rum, then a can of coke. It occured to her that her own drink was getting pretty low in the living room, so the girl slapped together a second rum and coke before stumbling her way back into the living room.
>Lincoln's eyes followed the girl as she walked into the room, and accepted one of the drinks happily as Carol took her place on the living room couch again.
>The two sat quietly and sipped their drinks as the crappy movie continued. The older girl lost track of time until the little boy next to her hiccuped loudly and spoke up.
>"Carol, I dun feel so good..." Lincoln slurred as the world spun around him.
>The weight of her actions hit the girl like a brick as she realized what had happened. Lincoln tried to stand up from the couch, but quickly lost his balance and fell back into the piece of furniture.
>Carol crawled across the sofa and tried to shake the boy, but he was already dead asleep.
>The teenaged girl began to panic. While there was no threat of her parents coming home anytime soon, she still had a drunk minor on her hands. How long until his parents put out an amber alert? How would she explain this to people?
>How could a little boy look so adorable?

>Lincoln reminded Carol of her old stuffed animals, she distinctly remembered having a giant teddy bear that might have been just as big as the boy.
>But she had talked herself into throwing them all away a few years ago, when she had first started this whole 'upstanding and responsible young woman' bullshit.
>Staring at Lincoln's face as he breathed softly calmed the girl down more than any liquor, and the late hour finally started to get to her.
>Carol fumbled for the remote and muted the television before lying down along the couch, shifting Lincoln slightly so she could slip herself behind him and hug the sleeping boy.
>He was heavier than she anticipated, and wrapping an arm underneath him made her feel uncomfortable.
>As gingerly as the drunk girl could, she rolled the boy over and shifted her own body underneath him.
>Finally, the two were lying stomach to stomach, with Carol's arms wrapped around Lincoln's waist and experimentally slipping his shirt off.
>The child's skin was hot to the touch, and Carol regretted that she couldn't discard a few articles of clothing herself.

>Carol was about to resign herself to finally spending the night with a boy in the most pathetic way imaginable, when the unconscious little Lincoln managed to keep the party going.
>The teenage girls face flashed red hot as she noticed a growing hardness prodding into her tummy.
>Lincoln himself seemed a little flush, but was clearly still asleep.
>This was the push Carol needed, and she carefully moved the boy aside as she began to strip herself.
>The couch was a total mess now as two hot bodies rubbed up against one another sloppily.
>Carol could not bring herself to pull the boy's underwear off, but she did comment aloud to nobody in particular how macho the kid looked in crimson briefs.
>Lincoln's booze-addled rest was still going strong, but Carol was loving his sleep-humping, and the girl pushed the boy down just enough so she could get some relief from all this as well.
>The session of dry-humping left a hypocritical puddle of sweat forming on the fabric of the couch, but Carol was much more focused on the shocks of pleasure erupting from the point of contact.

>Carol's hips bucked to the rhythm of the sleeping boy, and eventually the electric shocks culminated in a wave of pleasure that made the girl moan into the little boy's head.
>She felt a hot wetness that was the norm for a post-masturbation mess, but she quickly also noticed a second, stickier feeling between her legs.
>Carol also noticed Lincoln was awake, and sobbing softly.
>"Momma...momma...I pee-heed the bed gain..."
>Lincoln could have been dreaming or in a drunken haze, it really didn't matter to the girl.
>What did matter was the sensation of her heart shattering as she saw the angelic face of the little boy scrunch up as he cried in shame.
>"Shhh....shhh, it's okay, baby."
>Carol tried to play along as she sat the boy up and got up from the soaked couch. Lincoln could not stop crying as he sat there in soaked underwear.
>"Maaaamaaa....waa..." His tears fell so freely, and Carol panicked as her drunken mind struggled for a solution to the problem.
>"...Here, Lincoln, take off your undies and we'll go wash everything." Carol muttered as she picked up the scattered articles of clothing, turning back to the boy and blushing profusely as he was mid-strip. His member was still erect and juxtaposed his childish demeanor intensely.
>Lincoln handed Carol the cum soaked underpants, and gripped the hem of her shirt with one hand while the other wiped his eyes as the tears continued to flow.
>Carol lead the boy down to the washing machine in the basement, and threw everything together for a load.
>"Momma...can I sleep with you tonight?"
>Lincoln's eyes were still red and puffy, but the tears had stopped as he looked up at the girl he had projected his maternal needs onto.
>Carol could not say no to the boy, and together the two went all the way up into her bedroom and crawled under the blankets. Carol had sometimes regretted how spacious her mattress was, but tonight it was the perfect size for her and her munchkin lover.
>Lincoln awoke the next morning with a splitting headache in an unfamiliar bed.
>He was surrounded by things he knew were the accessories of a girl's room, but Lincoln knew his own house well enough to know no room in it was shaped like this.
>He was naked in the strange bed, save for his underwear. Fear crept up on the boy until he saw his clothes stacked neatly on top of his ghost costume and next to his candy bag.
>Carol greeted the boy as he cautiously came down the stairs. Her hands were full with two plates of breakfast food, and she had a lie ready to go.
>"Lincoln Loud, right? Are you feeling better?"
>The boy rubbed his face and shook his head, a terrible throbbing in his skull kept him from saying he was okay by any stretch.
>"Did you at least sleep well? I was surprised when you just conked right out on the couch mid-movie."
>"Oh, I'm sorry...did I fall asleep?" Lincoln apologized, a part of him wanted to ask how he had been stripped, but that was a very awkward thing to bring up and that breakfast looked delicious.
>Carol and Lincoln ate in the Pingrey family dining room, it was a much cozier experience than Lincoln ever had at home.
>Carol, meanwhile, was thanking her lucky stars she had managed to wake up before the boy, get the laundry out of the machines, and put everything back together as best she could before he had gotten up.
>"So listen, I'd have called Lori myself, but..."
>"No, I get it, I can get myself home from here and I'll...make something up." Lincoln inadvertently agreed to cover for so much more than spending the night in someone elses home.
>The big girl smiled and took the plates into the kitchen when they were done eating.
>Lincoln wanted to do something for the girl, as thanks for tolerating him for the night. The boy felt the weight of candy in his bag and resigned himself to a lesser haul home, as he poured out half the contents onto the living room coffee table.
>"Thank you, Carol!"
>Lincoln shouted as she went out the front door and began the walk of shame home, his little head spinning to concoct a lie.
>Carol eventually finished up in the kitchen and moved to the living room, a smile crept across her face as she saw the pile of candy left behind for her.
>The teenage girl flipped the sofa cushions before taking a seat and rummaging through the pile for something with chocolate in it.
>Carol popped little chocolate pills in her mouth, as she mused about the fact that she already had Lincoln's phone number.
>She would have to wait a few days before calling him, right?