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Christmas Affairs	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 23282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Simpsons characters are property of Disney/Fox and I am not associated with the creators or owners of the show. This story is fan-fiction. It is for entertainment purposes only and was not written for profit.

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“Homie, I’m off to bed. Just make sure you wrap the last of those presents.” Marge yawned as she ascended the stairs. Homer looked at his wife as she lifted her fist to her mouth before turning his head to the pile of gifts on the living room floor. Homer hated wrapping presents; he much preferred to unwrap them instead. He dragged them across the floor in front of the TV, one by one, until he heard his bedroom door slam shut. Homer placed his hand firmly on the couch and used it to push himself up. He wasn’t going to wrap these now. The presents could wait.
Homer made his way to the bottom of the stairs. He noticed the crooked picture hanging on the wall of the upper landing. Homer sighed and shook his head. Instead of climbing up the stairs, he walked past them and opened the basement door. Homer turned on the light and descended the staircase. Locked away in a chest, hidden in a closet in a corner, was his old Santa costume. He kept it from his job at the Springfield Mall, along with the photo of Bart pulling off his beard and exposing him. Homer peeled off his trousers and polo shirt and dressed in the outfit’s red pants and coat.
“Still fits,” he muttered. Homer pulled the black boots onto his feet and attached the fake beard around his chin. Finally, he pulled the red hat down upon his bald head. Leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, Homer climbed the stairs and left the basement.
Homer made his way up to the second story as quietly as he could. He could hear the faint sound of his shower running as he walked down the hall. Homer poked his head into Bart’s room. Just as he expected, his son’s bed was empty with the blankets tossed aside. He looked back down the hall towards his own bedroom door and knew that Marge and Bart were behind it. Homer knew all too well that his wife was sleeping with his son, but he acted oblivious towards their affair and feigned ignorance. If Marge and Bart caught on that he knew, Homer felt he wouldn’t be able to keep up his own affair with Lisa. She had become an exciting and willing partner for her father. Homer imagined it was the same with Bart and often wondered who started their incestuous affair first.
Homer carefully twisted the handle to Lisa’s bedroom door. A thin line of light from the hall shone onto Lisa’s bedroom floor. It became wider and wider as Homer opened the door and slipped inside. He closed it as quietly as he opened it but still hesitated as the latch clicked shut. It took several seconds for his eyes to get used to the darkness. But he was soon able to see the outline of his daughter stirring underneath her blankets. Homer wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. Lisa sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes.
“Who’s there?” she yawned and reached for the lamp beside her bed.
“Hi, honey. It’s just me. Sorry to wake you,” Homer said when the soft lamplight filled the room. Lisa looked over her father and his outfit. It didn’t take her long to figure out why he snuck into her room. After all, this wasn’t the first time.
“I thought Santa was supposed to be quiet,” she smirked. Homer chuckled as he sat down on the bed next to her.
“Tell me, little girl,” he began. “Have you been naughty or nice this year?” Lisa licked her lips at the question. She knew exactly where her father was going with his.
“Oh, Mr. Santa. I’ve been very naughty.” Lisa tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn’t help hide the little grin in the corner of her lips. Homer leaned in and pressed his lips against Lisa’s.
“Show me,” he whispered.
Lisa kicked the covers off her body and lifted her nightdress over her head. Homer’s eyes were filled with lust for his daughter, but that lust turned into surprise when he saw the secret she was hiding. Lisa had something sticking out from between her legs. It was a long object with that curve back on itself at the end and a red stripe that spiraled along its length. Lisa took hold of the plastic novelty candy cane and slowly pulled it from her depths. Homer could only watch in amazement as the make-shift toy slid easy out of her hole. It glistened with her juices in the light of the lamp. Without breaking eye contact with her father, Lisa slowly started to slide the toy back into her cunt. Homer watched as it vanished inside her. He groaned as she took every inch down to its curve. He kicked off his boots and lay beside her on the bed. Lisa rolled onto her side, her back against his chest as Homer reached for the candy cane. Lisa quivered as she surrendered control of it to her father. Homer kept moving the toy at a slow pace, and his bulging pants were pressing against the back of her leg.
“So, what does my baby girl want for Christmas?” Homer asked her. Lisa didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she slipped her hand underneath her father’s neck.
“Ohhh… daddy,” she groaned. Homer loved it when he called her that during their intimate moments. It only made them realize that what they were doing was socially wrong and one of the world’s biggest taboos.
“I want… I want… there’s the new Malibu Stacy playhouse out. Ohhhhh, and… and some new books, maybe a couple on jazz, and maybe a pony too, Santa. Oh fuck, I want a pony so bad.” Homer started moving the cane faster and faster, and he was enjoying Lisa squirming against him. His cock was hard as a rock and pressed against her naked ass, but his own pleasure would have to wait. After finding out how his daughter slept, he was going to damn well get her off. Lisa’s moans and squeals became uncomfortably loud, that he wrapped his other hand around her mouth to muffle her moans. Lisa didn’t push him off. But she didn’t try to lower her voice either.
Homer forced the dildo in once last time before Lisa came. Her whole body shivered and writhed against him. Her breathing became heavy, and her toes curled in her climax. She shuddered silently through her orgasm as she coated the candy cane in her juices. Lisa forced short yet heavy breaths from her mouth, and Homer wrapped his arm around her trembling waist. Her body fell limp in his grasp, and Lisa felt her father moving his lips to her ear.
“So tell me, Lisa. Have you been naughty or nice this year?” he whispered.
Homer didn’t wait for Lisa to respond. He sat up and moved over to the edge of the bed. Lisa knew what was coming as he wrapped his hand around her ankle. She chuckled as she was pulled across the bed, picked up, and placed across Homer’s lap.
“You didn’t answer me,” Homer grinned. “You know what Santa does with naughty girls, don’t you?” Lisa rolled onto her stomach over his lap. She turned her head and glanced up at him.
“Naughty girls need to be punished?” she asked with a smile. Homer began slowly rubbing her ass with his hand. Lisa’s smile turned to a feigned worried look, but inside she was screaming and begging for her punishment to begin. But Homer took his time. He bit into one of the fingers of his glove and pulled his hand free. Lisa’s ass felt so firm and warm to his touch and molded perfectly to his grasp. He dipped his fingers between her cheeks, and his fingertips brushed against the small hole between them.
“So why should I punish you, Lisa?” he asked her. Homer wanted to draw this out as long as he could. Lisa almost squirmed across his lap. As good a girl as she was, she still longed for moments like this with her father.
“I’ve… I’ve just been a naughty girl, Santa,” she nervously muttered. Homer lifted his hand and brought it back down to her ass. Lisa shut her eyes, expecting the sharp sting. But instead of a harsh slap, Lisa felt his hand gently come to rest on her ass.
“Santa’s going to need to know more than that, sweetie,” Homer teased as he kept rubbing her cheeks. Lisa rolled her eyes. She bit her lip in mild frustration.
“I’m naughty because I’ve come between my Mom and Dad,” she finally said.
“Go on,” Homer raised his hand and held it in the air.
“I do Mom’s job for her. I fuck my Daddy.” That was what Homer wanted to hear. His hand came down hard against her ass.
*slap*
Lisa quivered at the sudden sting in her ass. For a brief moment, her whole body tensed as the sharp pain seemed to throb and pulse.
“I ride my Daddy.” *slap* “I take his cock,” *slap* “in any hole he wants.” *slap* “I drink his cum, *slap* “and I love it swimming inside me.” *slap* “And all because my brother is fucking my mom!” Homer hesitated a second but quickly brought his hand down again.
*slap* *slap* *slap*
“Oh fuck, Santa! Punish me. I’ve been such a bad girl!” Homer couldn’t believe how much Lisa was begging for it. He switched cheeks with each slap. Each one slowly turning her ass from yellow into a light shade of pink. Tears began streaming down Lisa’s face, but she never said their safe word or even asked him to stop. Lisa wanted this. Homer was getting worried that he was turning his daughter into a masochist who got off on pain, but he kept going. Lisa’s legs and feet were waving in the air with each hit, but she didn’t relent.
“Do you like it when Santa works your ass, honey?” Homer asked. Lisa didn’t speak, instead nodding and sniffling through her tears. Homer slid his hand down to the candy cane and wrapped his fingers around its curve. Lisa groaned as she felt it being pulled from her body. She’d held it for so long; she suddenly felt empty without it. Homer dragged its top from her pussy to her ass and slipped it between her cheeks. He pressed it against her rear hole. Lisa had little time to react. Still slick from her orgasm, Homer was able to push it inside her ass in one quick thrust.
“Hhhnnnnngggghhhhhhhhh……” Lisa grunted, her body turning rigid as the candy cane was forced back inside her. Homer pushed and held it up to its curve. He had taken his daughter’s ass before, so she knew she could take the toy. But Lisa preferred to take it nice and slow when it came to anal. It took her body a full minute to adjust to the foreign object as Homer began rotating it inside her. She could feel her father’s bulge pressing against her stomach; he’d been hard as a rock since they started, and it felt like Homer was about to burst from his pants.
Lisa slipped her hand beneath her, and Homer felt her fingers on his bulge. She looked up at him, grinning before she slipped off his lap and onto her knees. Lisa said nothing as she unzipped his fly and her father’s cock finally sprung free. Lisa wrapped her hand around its base and pressed her tongue against it. She dragged her tongue up to the tip, taking it nice and slow and collecting a single drop of pre-cum that seeped out of his cock. Her lips wrapped around the head of his shaft, and Lisa slowly sunk them back down his length. Homer groaned as his daughter swallowed his member. Lisa couldn’t take it all, but Homer was amazed that she could take as much as she did. Lisa wasted no time in blowing her father. She sucked his cock, bobbing her head up and down his length and jerking him with her hand at the same time. Lisa wanted his cum. If her brother could eat out the hole they came from, then she could drink the seed that made them. Her lips hugged Homer’s cock; her throat opened around his tip, her tongue licked its way up and down. Homer had his eyes closed and his hand on her head. Marge never did this for him anymore. Yet his daughter was always eager and willing. to suck him off.
“Oh… Lisa,” Homer groaned. Lisa pulled her lips back to the head of his shaft. She used her hand to jerk him off as his cock twitched in her grasp. Lisa felt the first spurt of cum splashing across her tongue. It was quickly followed by another, and then another. Homer pushed Lisa’s head back down his shaft as he came into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed his load.
When his climax was done, Homer lifted his daughter back up into his lap. He rubbed her nose against hers and gave her forehead a soft kiss. Despite just cumming, Homer was still hard. He held his daughter in one hand and his cock in the other. His tip brushed over her folds, and he gently lowered Lisa onto his shaft. Even though the candy cane had stretched her open, she was still a little tight. This is what Homer loved most about his daughter; her willingness to offer him her tight cunt whenever he wanted. Inch by inch, Homer’s cock vanished inside the young girl, and Lisa hugged her father as she took it inside him. Lisa had both her ass and pussy spread and held open for two foreign objects; a novelty Christmas decoration in one hole and the cock that made her in the other. Lisa never taken it in both holes before, but the idea made her excited and horny. Homer reached for the cane and slowly started to move it in and out again. He kept at a slow and steady pace. He wanted to make sure Lisa was comfortable. But to his surprise, it was Lisa who started to move. She placed her hands firmly on his shoulders and slowly lifted herself up her father’s shaft.
It took barely a minute before the two had found a steady rhythm. Lisa would push off her father’s cock as Homer sank the candy cane into her ass. Her pussy hugged him and left a trail of juices each time she lifted herself up. Their lips met in a passionate kiss of incestuous lust, their tongues rubbing against each other between their lips. They were both so lost with each other that if Marge or Bart walked in, Homer and Lisa probably wouldn’t even notice them.
“Lisa, honey,” Homer whispered as he broke the kiss. “I’m close. Daddy’s close.” Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him down onto the bed. He lifted and slammed her up and down his shaft. Homer grunted into the kiss, the only sign that his climax was inevitable. Lisa sunk herself back down just in time to feel his spurt. She took her father’s cock inside her just as he came. Homer’s cock twitched and sprayed thick ropes of cum into his daughter. The same seed that made Lisa was being pumped inside of her, each sperm cell swimming to a womb not yet ready to accept them. Homer lightly thrust his hips against Lisa, fucking her throughout his orgasm, before his body fell limp below her.
Neither Homer nor Lisa spoke for several minutes. They laid in silence and enjoyed each other’s forbidden company. Homer’s shaft had slowly shrunk and slipped from his daughter, and Lisa brought her fingers to her pussy. She collected some of her father’s seed from her well-fucked hole and licked it from her fingers.
“Dad, it’s Christmas. Couldn’t you sleep here with me tonight?” Homer hated it when Lisa asked him to spend the night. He wanted to as much as she did.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. You know I’d love to, but I have to get back to your mother.”
“Awww. But she’s probably got Bart on top of her right now!”
“I’m sure she does, Lisa. But I can’t risk her finding out about us. We’d both be in a lot of trouble if she did.” Lisa sighed in disappointment, but she understood. She rolled off her father and pulled the spare pair of panties she hid inside her pillowcase. She pulled the candy cane from her ass and slipped her underpants up her legs. Cum-stained panties could be hidden in the wash; cum-stained sheets were more noticeable. Homer placed his hand on the back of Lisa’s head and gave her one last kiss. He stood up, grabbed his boots, and opened her bedroom door.
“Goodnight, sweetie,” he whispered to her. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Lisa smiled and waved. Homer stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him. He paused, just for a moment. He turned back to look at his son’s bedroom door, now closed. For a brief moment, he thought he heard soft, running footsteps just before he stepped out into the hall. Homer shrugged. He didn’t dwell on it; he still had gifts to wrap. Homer quietly sighed, and he walked down the hall to head back downstairs.
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