Lyle Loud was a man on a mission. That mission? Seduce his older sister Loli. Tall and shapely with white hair head up in jaunty pigtails and big, doe-like eyes, Loli was the sexiest piece of ass in the Loud House, with her thigh high socks, oversized sweater sliding perpetual down one shoulder, and her little white panties with DADDY across the butt in a heart. If he played his cards right, it’d say LYLE instead.
 
She was head over heels for their father, but it shouldn’t be too hard to steal her away. For one thing, she was like retarded or something, and for another, he was Lyle Loud, the suavest guy in the family. He’d already bedded Gloom, Leia, Lois (in the butt, since she was a futa), and a bunch of others. Including his own mom and half his aunts. He could get any girl he wanted, and today, he wanted Loli.
Dressed in his most dashing suit, long blonde hair in a ponytail, he went to claim his prize.
 
He found her in the laundry room off the kitchen, bent over and shoving clothes into the washing machine. Her tight ass was thrust into the air like a bitch in heat, the bottom of her sweater lifted to reveal those sexy little panties. DADDY. Well if that’s what you want to call me. She hummed lightly and wiggled her butt from side to side as if tempting him to come mount her. Keep doing that, sis, and you’re going to have another load to worry about.
 
He stopped behind Loli and admired the view. She went right on humming, occasionally breaking out in song. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Daddy, Daaaaadddddeeee.” Lupa said each one of Loli’s “Daddy”’s was an actual word, but Lyle doubted that.
 
”Hey, Loli,” he said.
 
She looked at him over her shoulder and brightened. “Daddy! Daddy Daddy, Daddy, Daddy?”
 
”It is a lovely day, isn’t it?”
 
Loli knitted her brow in confusion, like his response was totally out of left field. “Daddy,” she said at length and went back to what she was doing.
 
”Might I say, you look ravishing today,” Lyle said, turning on the charm. He slapped one hand against the washer and leaned over. He narrowed his eyes in a sexy squint that made Gloom wet, Leia press her knees together, and Lemy’s mom melt.
 
Loli ignored him.
 
”Did you do something new with your hair?” he asked.
 
”Daddy,” she said bemusedly.
 
”You’re really very beautiful. Perhaps, I dare say, the most beautiful woman in the whole house.”
 
Loli rolled her eyes.
 
She wasn’t coming around.
 
This called for drastic measures.
 
Reaching out, he cupped Loli’s ass in his hand, his middle finger pressing against her soft, squishy center. Her wet heat was incredible, and his dick, normally cool and collected, sprang to life.
 
Loli let out a long eeeep, jumped, and spun on around to face him. There were are, Lyle thought smugly, come to -
 
She drew her hand back and lashed out. Her open palm struck his face and his head whipped to one side, slobber flying from his lips. The world went completely white for a second, then he fell to his knees, his cheek throbbing hotly and his head spinning.
 
Loli stood over him with her hands on her hips and her brows knitted in a V. “Daddy daddy, daddy daddy; daddy, daddy daddy, daddy? Daddy!”
 
She pointed toward the door, and Lyle rubbed his face, the pain of her slap mixing with the bitter and unexpected shame of being rejected. A girl turned HIM down? Who was he, Lemy? “Fine,” he said and staggered to his feet, “you’re pure for Daddy, sheesh.”
 
Gathering what was left of his dignity, he started into the kitchen, only for his father to fill the doorframe. Lyle opened his mouth to speak, but cried out instead when Dad grabbed him by his ponytail and flung him roughly to one side. “Move,” Dad said, “I gotta blast, kid.”
 
Loli bit her lower lip, jammed her fingers into her panties, and pulled them down her legs. They pooled around her ankles and she bent over, her face lighting up when Dad unzipped his jeans. “Daddy,” she said.
 
”I’m happy to see you too.”
 
She gripped the washer and stuck her butt out. Dad slammed into her pussy and they both moaned in pleasure. Lyle watched from the floor, gripped in shock, outrage, and arousal. Loli looked at her and her eye twinkled. “Daddy,” she grunted, “Daddy, Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy?”
 
As Lyle dragged himself away from the scene of his folly, he couldn’t help but thing that her final string of Daddys did indeed sound like words.
 
Don’t you wish you were Daddy?