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Caramelos de PasiÃ³n	By : SWK Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 26902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She looked at the door, and felt her hand and legs tremble, her courage fleeing her body with each new minuted that she spent in front of his door, unable to reach him when she desperately wanted to.
Her breathing was slightly heavy, and her cheeks felt as if molten lava was flowing on her insides. But despite how much she truly wanted to kick that door open and force him to take her, she couldn't.
Not when her mind had screamed at her to stop for a fucking minute and think what she was about to do, and with who.
Bart might be a little slow compared to her, but if something had characterized him all these years, it was how devious and mean he could be when he wanted to. But more important of all, she knew that in this state, he would easily dictate the conditions and she would desperately agree, which wasn't entirely appealing to her. Thankfully, such a realization had managed to instill some common sense on her sexually driven body and stop her on her tracks, her hand half raised to knock on his door and call him out.
Hold on Lisa, you can't do this... at least, not like this.
Sadly, he opened the door, and she just stood there, caught looking at him stupidly.
“Erm, Hi...”
He looked at her, silent. As if judging... when to her surprise, he simply opened the door wide open and encouraged her to step inside.
She immediately accepted, even when her whole mind was screaming at her to not do so.
Looking around, she saw that his room was particularly clean, a testimony that their mother had been here, probably searching for the missing bag with the pretense of just cleaning his mess, which was her usual when she suspected him of something.
“I see that you have noticed Mom's actions...”
“Yeah... its hard not to.”
He walked toward the window, the curtains closed, he looked at them and fidgeted. Unable to look at her in the eye.
He's scared...
“Bart...”
“I'm not comfortable with this, Lees...” He walked toward the bed, and sat there, still not looking at her.
“Neither am I...” She confessed, knowing that at least that was the truth. But there, a little touch of his hand over hers was enough to ignite her flame. “But that didn't seemed to matter four days ago...” He gulped, and looked down... his hand now holding her own.
“We shouldn't be doing this...”
“I don't care...” She snapped up at him, scaring him a little, her patience all but lost. She pounced upon him, her eyes firmly glaring back at his. “Its all I can think about since, Bart!” She hugged him, putting her head on his shoulder, her whole body trembling as the tears finally appeared. “Its driving me insane!”
“I know...” She heard him say, “I can hear you when you touch yourself, Lisa...” She cringed, and wailed even louder, ashamed of what had become of her.
I've heard you call my name...
It wasn't necessary for him to say it, they already knew what was going on between them since that day. She gasped loudly when she felt his hand on her buttocks, her whole body trembling in a mix of excitement and fear that was driving her insane. His hands were unusually soft, as they clumsily groped and grabbed her covered ass.
She raised her head, and before he could do anything against it, she kissed him on the lips, softly at first, a moan escaping her throat at the contact, his lips were warm and soft.
It wasn't his first kiss, and neither hers, but it felt quite different from the others. His hands abandoned her buttocks and went toward her back, then her head, pushing her toward him as if he wanted them to become one with a single hug. He kissed back immediately, the both of them breathing heavily they tried to outdo the other. It was the most needy, passionate and intense kiss that she had ever felt in her young life.
Nelson, Milhouse, Nick, Lucas, all of them paled in comparison to him.
She moaned when she felt his tongue touch her lips, this was something that she hasn't ever done despite how much she wanted to. French kissing... the feeling of his tongue battling against hers was strange at first, but alluring, the taste, the feeling was unique. It made her mouth an special place to be explored at his entire whims.
At least, until she got tired of being submissive and fought back, taking him by surprise when she opened up her legs and sat upon his bulged crotch. Her fanny directly put over his crotch, only the fabric of their clothes preventing a penetration as she increased the contact, the new sensations making them gasp in surprise at how intense it was, both of them now completely and utterly hypnotized by the grinding.
He grasped her waist, and pushed down hard. Which managed to put his bulge against a quite sensitive spot on her fanny, which made her gasp, then give a long throaty moan. He pushed his bulge against her own, increasing the pace with each new second until with a grunt, he simply stopped. Her mind completely blank as she had reached an orgasm like no other.
She breathed hard, trying to recompose herself while on top of him, they had done it, they had finally crossed a line that they shouldn't have, and both had greatly enjoyed it. She felt good, mightily good she might add. Looking at him, she could see him gasp loudly, his eyes heavy.
Oh, no, you don't!
“Don't you dare to fall asleep, Bartholomew Jojo Simpson!” She demanding, grabbing his shirt and raising him up to her, waking him up in the act.
“I'm awake, I swear!”
She glared at him, before she nodded at him and said:
“Grab a towel, and come with me... we're taking a shower together... you're all sweaty and stink...”
“Hey, you don't smell like flowers, you know!”
“Do you want to see me naked or not?!”
“Shutting up!”
They ran to the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of freedom that being alone on the house gave them, the both of them struggling to take out their clothes as they pushed, laughed and squealed in the process. She just smiled at how naughty acting like this made her feel.
Once on the bathroom, she opened up the shower and went in... moaning lightly at the water that bathed her new body, enjoying the gaze of her brother on her anatomy.
“What are you looking at, come in!” She said, laughing at him when he moved like a bull on a china store and went in, slamming loudly against the tub.
“Ow...”
“Silly boy...” She knelled in front of him, making sure that he hasn't hurt himself badly in the process, her hands roaming his head for any injuries, shivering lightly when his hands went toward her exposed backside.
She just stood there, while he touched and grabbed her globes, it was silly, but despite how lame it looked, it felt exquisite, her whole skin producing goosebumps over, and over. Her eyes were closed, to intensify the experience, but she felt his head come closer to her chest, which then made her knees tremble in excitement as his lips brushed her left nipple.
“Ah... Bart!” She pushed his head against the piece of flesh, prompting him to increase his ministrations, it seemed that he wasn't as innocent as she initially thought he was. “W-where d-d-did you learn that?”
“Saw Homer doing it to Mom, she seemed to enjoy it.”
That made her pause, her eyes opened wide at that admission.
“Bart... you.”
“Our little experiment made me revive all those times I saw them do it. I even dreamed about it, thought, in my dreams the one that were doing it weren't them...” He blushed, and she smiled at him, hugging him immediately after she heard that.
“I'm so glad that you stopped repressing yourself Bart... that isn't heal-TY!” She gasped loudly when she felt his hands finally stop on her ass, his fingers inspecting her middle, dangerously close to her anus. She looked at him, surprised, and incredibly and utterly aroused.
“Its thanks to you, Lees.” There, she could heard it on his voice, that confidence that had made her classmates whimper in delight so long ago, it was so clear to her now.
Bart was a quite handsome boy. She now could openly admit it. His hands caressed her rosebud, a few hitched moans escaping her mouth as he slowly and carefully descended toward her fanny, his clumsy attempts to please her igniting her whole skin on fire.
Before she knew it, he had put her on her back on the tub, the water slowly pooling around her as she looked at him, her eyes wide and fixed on his own.
This was it...
He put himself over her, his member touching her mound lightly, the head throbbing lightly in desperate need. He humped at her, failing by a mile, but the touch igniting a wave of pleasure on her as he rubbed his penis on her lips, touching something that quite pleased her.
They just stood there, both of them gasping and moaning loudly as they pushed their waist at each another, trying to increase the contact as much as they could when it finally truly happened. In one firm thrust, he went partially inside.
Pain like they had ever felt before stopped them, both screeching loudly at the experience. They simply remained there, whimpering at the experience.
“It hurts Lisa...” He whined, and she glared at him for doing so, heavy tears on her eyes that were sadly hidden under the shower.
“Its supposed to hurt the first time, Bart...” She clarified, trying to calm herself down. “Ouch, don't move!”
“But you're about to crush me!”
“And you're breaking me in half, don't move!”
And there they remained, the moment gone due to their pain...
It took them half an hour for him to truly relax and go limp, which made it rather less painful for him to drag it out. She opened up her legs and looked at her fanny and whimpered, it was red and quite puffy.
“Mom is going to kill us... we're dead!” Said Bart, looking at her vagina, or more specifically, at the blood.
“She doesn't need to find out...”
“You're bleeding...”
“I know that I'm bleeding Bart, its supposed to do that...” She wasn't entirely sure, porn wasn't apparently the most informative media on the net as she had initially thought. “I need to use my laptop... we can get out of this easily, Bart...” She looked at him, and frowned. “Don't you dare to say it, don't even think about it!”
“Lees...”
“Don't fucking give up now, Bart!” She ranted, looking at him... her lips trembling. “Don't give up... please.” She closed her eyes, her hands trembling... “This has been the closer we have been to each another in ages, Bart... please...”
You're the only one that barely stand me nowadays.
“Okay,” She looked at him, and saw him being sincere, or at least pretending to be. It didn't mattered to her, this wasn't anymore about pleasure. It was for something else, something that she couldn't rightly say.
“Then come with me... let's try it again on my room.”
“We should bath ourselves first... I still smell and you're still stained red sis.”
She looked down and surely, her lips were a little scarlet red which would do. She nodded and to her surprise, the simple act of bathing together seemed to at least put him at ease, it also reignited their curiosity, and the desire.
Once clean and dry, they put the clothes on the bin, then left toward her room. A tiny smile on her lips, as she could see his eyes on her chubby behind. They went to her bed, and she quickly made use of her laptop, sitting cross-legged in front of him, searching and finding the information surprisingly easy.
“Here's the problem... you're too big, and I'm to small.” He seemed to swell up after hearing that, so she simply rolled up her eyes and continued. “Apparently, a lubricant might make the experience easier for the both of us.”
“Lubricant, like motor oil or Vaseline?”
“Close, but no Bart... well. I'm sure that Mom might have one... and apparently Vaseline is a bad idea.” She closed the laptop and put it aside, hopping down the bed and walking toward the door, “Come, let's see if she haves something to make things easier for us...”
“Wouldn't she notice it if we take some?”
“Probably, but if we're careful she might not.” It didn't take long to reach their parents door, once there, the both of them went and searched, thankfully, she was the first one to find the hidden surprise on her mother panties. “Holy...” She blushed madly at the size and shape of the thing in front of her.
“What did you find...”
“Don't come here, Bart... you, you don't want to see what's in here.” She evaded touching that thing, a little nauseated at where it could have been and in who. When she found to her surprise a bottle of lubricant, she gasped lightly then put it out, making sure to not touch the huge fake penis in the process.
“What's so wrong...”
“Trust me, Bart. I will be repressing that memory.”
“But you told me...”
“This time the risk is quite worth it...” She walked toward him, and grabbed his hand, shaking the little lube bottle with her free one. “Now, do you want to have sex with me or not?” She giggled when she saw his penis react to her, quickly rising up to attention, she put some of the lube on her fingers, shivering lightly at how cold it was, before she rubbed it on her mound, cringing lightly at the sting of pain of their last attempt. She then grasped his penis and made sure to cover it thoroughly.
She put the bottle back where she found it after cleaning it meticulously, which was a quite hard job, as Bart hands roamed and caressed her body the whole time.
They tried to go to her room but couldn't, as his hand began to roam her body, she gasped loudly when she felt him push his member against her ass, his reticence completely and utterly forgotten.
It didn't surprise her at all when she found herself on her back on the hallway, kissing him passionately as he rubbed himself against her all over again. She felt him push himself against her, and she nearly stopped him, but unlike their last experience, this time she was prepared.
She hugged him tightly when she felt him go in, her whole vagina stinging painfully as he stretched her up as she had ever been stretched. It was painful, but not as much as it was before, in fact, slowly and steadily she could feel some pleasure as he finally speared her innards with his meat, then, with a last push, his hips touched her own, and there, Lisa knew they had finally culminated their sin.
They stood there, immobile for a few seconds, just enjoying the experience when he began to hump instinctively, which made her inside twist deliciously as she had ever felt before.
“Ah-ah!” She moaned, as he went up and down on her fanny with total abandon. The slap, slap, slap of their sin resounding loudly on the hallway. Their pace increasing with each new second, becoming frantic, needy, desperate. “O-Oh my Goa-ad, B-bart!” Now she finally understood why her mother was so obsessed with sex, and for a tiny instant she wondered how good of a lover must be her father to keep such a woman like her pleased and happy.
Then, it happened. One hard thrust against her hips that crushed her small mound against his pelvis put her mind down, erasing her thoughts at the seconds as pleasure beyond belief circumnavigated her entrails. She simply lost herself to what she was feeling, never believing that she could experiment something better than this.
It was there that Bart came, his member growing thicker and hotter inside of her, shooting over and over. It also caused her to climax, her inner walls clenching painfully over him, milking his meat for all it was worth it.
Before she knew it, everything went black.
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