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Love Is In The Air	By : LordKuyohashi Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 18572 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Lisa rolled over with a sleepy grunt, inhaling sharply as she stretched herself out. The curtains flared open majestically as a cooling breeze filled the room, smelling faintly of burnt flowers. She smiled to herself, remembering yesterday’s wild actions - her near-mindless rutting with her own brother- and absently found her fingers dancing down her smooth belly towards her aching, overused mound. She found herself sticky and slick, Bart’s nocturnal leavings still trickling from her slit, and scooped a small dab of his seed to her lips.
She sat up, opened her eyes, and turned to where her brother had fallen asleep after fucking her all night, only to grunt in disappointment. Bart was gone. His side of the bed had been disturbed and vacated while she slept. Like the rat he was, it would seem.
She walked downstairs, not even thinking to get dressed -it just didn’t seem important, and the sweet breeze from outside felt so good on her body - and heard the tv playing strange music, a sort of dirty rock guitar riff as if from an old movie. She rounded the corner to the living room, and found Bart, just as nude as she, on the couch, watching something on tv. She scowled angrily, still upset at having been left alone, but her mood softened when she saw how hard his cock was, jutting up from his lap, and she simply couldn’t be mad at her brother. He had claimed her, after all.
With a shrug, she bounced onto the couch next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“‘Morning, Bart.”
“Hmph. ‘Morning.”
She rested her hand in his lap, casually grazing his shaft.
“Whatcha watching?”
“UltraVixens.”
“Sounds like a superhero movie.”

“Yeah, if having massive tits were a superpower.”
Lisa looked up at the tv, and sure enough, there was some blonde woman sitting at a radio microphone, dressed in some sort of blue Heidi-outfit that very much did not fit her chest, gesturing wildly and thrusting her considerable bust outward. The scene changed to a woman, also big in the tits, but not as big, riding some fat greasy looking guy in a rundown house on a bed with wheels.
“They put this on during the day?”
Bart shook his head, smiling, his arm slipping around Lisa and pulling her closer.
“Nah, I found it in Homer’s Big Box O’ Old Movies. One of those black things they made before DVDs.”
“A VHS?”
Bart shrugged. “I guess. Found the black-thing player, too. Figured out how to connect it to the tv, and…well, bam, big bouncy boobies. Dunno what the movie’s about, but that chick riding that fat Mario-looking guy showed off everything. Like, hair and all.”
Lisa wrinkled her nose, “Ew. Who gets off to hairy pussy?”
“Old people, I guess.”
Bart turned to Lisa, nuzzled her neck, then pulled her into a deep kiss, before breaking away.
“Although I wouldn’t mind flossing my teeth with your pussy hair, Lees.”
Lisa pushed him away in disgust.
“Omigawd, Bart, that’s so gross!”
He laughed, and pulled her closer, running his fingers along her inner thigh, towards her cunt.
“What? I gotta keep my teeth clean while I’m eating you out, don’t I? That’s just good dental hygiene, brother-fucker.”
Lisa gasped at Bart’s usage of that word.
“Oh, Bart...I missed you this morning. I woke up and you were gone, and I thought you were mad at me, or…or that it didn’t mean anything. Or worse, that I dreamed yesterday.”
A finger slipped between her clenched thighs, brushing against her clit.
“You mean when we fucked like rabbits? Nah, it happened, Lees. I just didn’t want to wake you, you looked so cute sleeping.”
Lisa shivered, and, biting her lip nervously, looked her brother in the eye.
“I wanted you to wake me up, with long, deep, slow thrusts.”
Lisa straddled Bart, rubbing his stiff member along her wet slit, humping his length with her moisture. She gasped, shaking at the sensation. Reaching down to hold her quivering hole open, Lisa shifted her weight, ready to impale herself on Bart’s member, when she spied her mother, clinging to the doorframe of the kitchen, watching her children with a dim smile on her face. Lisa jumped off of Bart, slamming her legs shut with a surprised yelp.
“Shit! Mom! I–we–”
Homer appeared next to Marge, naked and yawning, scratching at his full gut absently.
“Hey Marge, we never did get that breakfast, did we? I could go for some bacon right about now.”
“Homer.”
“Oh hey, Kitten Natividad. Man, I must have spanked it to her a-”
“Homer!”
Marge gave her dense husband a playful jab in the side with her elbow, an action which seemed to also send shivers down her spine.
“Ow! Marge, that hurt. I’m tender.”
Marge nodded towards the couch, where Lisa, at least, was trying in vain to cover her nudity. Bart, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care the slightest.
“Homer, the kids.”
“Oh! Heeeey…I see we’re all naked. That’s…a choice.”
Marge stepped out of the kitchen, leading Homer behind her.
“So I guess I know why our treehouse was rocking yesterday, do I have that right?”
Bart snapped off the tv, eliciting a whining groan from Homer. Lisa shrank back against the couch, trying to will herself into invisibility to hide how red she had become.
“Aww, they were gonna show the dental assistant and Kitten using the dildo!”
“Homer, you taped the movie off cable, you can watch it anytime you want.”
Marge scooted Bart next to Lisa, and planted her bare ass on the couch, not even bothering to hide her nudity.
“Okay, the day before yesterday, yeah, I’d probably be screaming my head off at the idea of my own children having sex. But today? I don’t know, it…doesn’t seem like it’s that big of a deal. I can’t really explain it, I just…I trust you two. If this is what you want, or what you need, then as long as you don’t hurt each other, I am…oddly comfortable with it.”
Bart arched an eyebrow in disbelief, absently reaching for Lisa’s hand to comfort her.
“You’re kidding, Mom. You aren’t pissed that I fucked Lisa?”
Lisa whimpered, squeezing her thighs together to hide her arousal. To her surprise, having her parents know about her and Bart, and speaking about it frankly, made her body tingle intensely.
“I should be, shouldn’t I? I mean…yeah, I should be angry that my kids are having premarital sex; and I should be fucking livid that they’re screwing each other, no doubt about that. And yet…I’m not. It’s cool. The kids still say that, right? “It’s cool?”
Lisa’s brow furrowed worriedly. “Mom, are you okay?”
“Oh sweetie, I am better than okay. I’m warm and tingly and well-fucked and happy. And I love your father, and I love you kids, and…yeah, cool.”
Lisa briefly thought she should be concerned, but almost sympathetically to her mother, she too felt warm and tingly, and melted a bit into the couch, gripping Bart’s hand gently.
“So you don’t mind Bart and me being…together?”
“Nope.” Marge had this odd, dopey smile on her face. Homer shared the expression, but that was just Homer being Homer, and it would have been even stranger if he didn’t look a bit dopey.
“I know you two will take care of each other. And if not, well…we all learn as we go, don’t we?”
Lisa sat up, the reddened blush of her skin fading as her mind raced.
“Mom? No offense, but…well, that’s not exactly healthy. You’re right, you should be upset. But instead, you’re…well, you’re acting like Dad did when he had to take those funny cigarettes for his eyes.”
“Oh man,” Homer intoned with a child-like glee, “I wish I had a few doobs right now. I miss not caring about important things, like mortgages and pants and whether I’m driving down the right side of the street..”
“I guess I’m just high on life, sweetie. I’ve got love, I’ve got family, I’ve got my health, and…well, you can see your father’s cock. That thing is like somebody squeezed an Australian beer can into a sausage casing, I swear to God.”
Bart gave his sister a side glance, “Yeah, Lisa, Mom’s fine with us being fuck-buddies, let’s not ruin a good thing.”
Lisa grumbled, uncertain, but Bart seemed confident, turning back to their parents.
“So, now that we all know that me and Lisa rang each other’s bell, what next?”
Homer leaned against the wall. At some point, he must have reached back into the kitchen, because he was licking the congealed, day-old bacon grease from the frying pan left on the stove.
“Welp, seems to me,” he said haltingly between licks of the stale grease, “in every porn story I read online, when the family learns that they’ve been fucking each other, it usually leads to an orgy.”
Lisa bolted upright, clinging to Bart’s arm.
“I don’t-”
“Homer, we are not having an orgy. First of all, we don’t have the snacks for it. Second, I think Lisa and Bart would prefer to remain exclusive.” Marge looked at Lisa soothingly, trying to calm her nervous daughter. “Do I have that right, honey?”
Lisa nodded quickly, her eyes wide and pleading, her fingers digging into Bart’s arm. Marge smiled, and turned back to Homer, who by now was picking the bits of cold, stale bacon out of his teeth.
“And since when have you been reading porn stories, Homer Simpson? You know I don’t like that kind of filth in my house”
“What about that box of movies, Mom?”
“Those are mine, young man, and those are art. Your father and I each have two hallpasses, one for any man, and one for any woman. I picked Benicio del Toro and Uschi Disgard, your father picked Kathleen Turner and Danny DeVito.”
“Pfft, Danny DeVito?” Bart guffawed loudly, slapping his knee and rocking back into the couch.
Homer frowned, pulling his arms to his sides defensively.
“I liked him in that movie where he wanted to throw his Momma from the train. If only I could remember what it was called. And he reminds me of my brother Herb, for some reason.”
Marge placed a hand on Bart’s leg to calm him down. Lisa saw this, and jealously pulled herself closer to her brother-lover, covering his exposed cock with her hand.
“As for what we do next, your father and I were going to attend the Summer Days Festival in the park, if you two wanted to come with us. There’ll be food and boat races, it should be fun.”
“Yeah,” Homer piped in, dropping the frying pan on the floor for the dog to clean out. “And it beats staying in this place all day. The kitchen smells like a whorehouse. And bacon. Ooh, Marge, I just had a great idea for a new business!”
“We are not opening a bacon whorehouse, Homer. Now go get dressed, please.”
Homer sulked past the couch, groaning with dejection and vanishing up the stairs.
Marge rose from the couch, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back. Bart gazed up at her tits, round and firm despite her age and the three kids she had dropped. Lisa growled at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. Marge bent down and kissed both of them on the head, then followed Homer upstairs.
“Oh, and Lisa, if you kids do want to come with us, I think I might have an outfit you’ll like in my closet.””
Lisa murmured to herself, listening for the master bedroom door to close and the upstairs shower to run, then pushed Bart onto the armrest of the couch.
“Bart! Why were you perving on Mom’s tits? Aren’t I enough for you?”
“Lees, sometimes I think you’re too much for me. And I wasn’t perving on Mom, I was…thinking. You know, about the future.”
Lisa backed off, letting Bart back up. He rubbed his arm sheepishly, the way he did when he was being uncharacteristically sincere.
“Like, I was thinking that someday, you might look like Mom. So, I was sort of…imagining your head on her body. You know, like, would your tits be as big as hers, stupid shit like that. Does that sound weird?”
Lisa thought for a second, then smiled. “Yeah, it’s pretty weird. But then again, so’s longdicking your own sister, so I guess it’s alright.”
Lisa lifted her hand from Bart’s cock, licking the thin sheen of precum off her fingers. Once her hand was clean, she snuggled into his lap, bouncing her ass against him, hungrily devouring his lips in a deep, frighteningly passionate kiss.
Bart pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes fogged with lust, his cock slotting comfortably between his sister’s ass cheeks.
“So what do we do now, Lees? Upstairs, or back to the treehouse.”
Lisa bit her lip, and hopped off Bart’s lap, giggling.
“Neither. I’m going with Mom and Dad to that Festival.”
Bart protested, motioning to his rigid cock expectantly.
“What? What am I supposed to do about this thing?”
Lisa feigned a sympathetic pout, rocking back and forth on her heels, her tits swaying as she moved.
“Aww, poor baby. All hard up with nowhere to plow Or…you could come with us. I’m sure we could find some private place to…get lost.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope! We can fuck in the bushes, or on a bench, or in the lake, or the gazebo, or right in the middle of the fucking town with everyone…unng…watching us.”
Lisa had squeezed her hand between her thighs, quivering as her imagined scenarios lit her fuse briefly. She withdrew her hand, and slipped a wet finger into her mouth, sucking off her juices.
“Ooh, Bart, just think of the possibilities!”
Bart stared at his sister, jaw agape, his cock growing harder, longer, in anticipation.
“Fucking hell, Lees, when did you become such a cockteasing pervert?
She leaned in and kissed his nose, gave his raging hardon a few strokes, letting the precum run down her knuckles.
“When my sister-fucking brother claimed me as his personal fucksock.”
She pulled back, winked playfully, and skipped off upstairs, licking her knuckles clean, and leaving Bart to stare at his leaking, aching erection.
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Lisa knocked on her parents’ bedroom door; “Come in,” Marge replied, sounding a bit out of breath. Lisa pushed the door open, and saw her mother, nude except for a pair of black stockings held up by lace garters. She was fixing her hair into long, bouffant pigtails, tied up with black lace bows, when she turned to face Lisa, a wide grin on her face.
“Hi, sweetie. You’re coming with us, then?”
Lisa stepped into the room; she could hear Homer in the shower, singing about cumming on someone named Eileen, and moved to sit on the bed. The bathroom door was open, and she could see her father soaping up his chest, his bare cock visible through the shower door.
“Mom,” Lisa’s voice was small and uncertain, full of curiosity. “Will Bart get to be as big as Dad?”
“Hmm?” Marge followed Lisa’s gaze to the shower, and smiled. “Oh, that. He might, sweetie. How was he yesterday?”
Lisa envisioned yesterday in the treehouse, Bart sucking on her bald cunt until her toes curled, then breaching her deep with his hard cock, then her riding him after he had passed out post-nut. The memories of the sensations made her skin burn and her head swim, and she found her hand pressing against her pussy again, a quivering whimper escaping her lips unbidden.
“That good, huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, if Bart does get to be as big as Homer, you’ll be in for quite the treat. Just…have him stretch you out, it can be a bit intense.”
Marge laid a sakura-pink silk babydoll nightie on the bed, next to some white stockings and white garters.
“I found something nice and slinky for you to wear out today, sweetie.”
Lisa looked at the lingerie laid out on the bed, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Mom? You’re going out like that?”
“Yeah, why not. I’m still young, I’m hot, why not show it off. Let’s let the town know that our men keep us happy. Is that weird?”
Lisa held the nightie in her hand, running her fingers along the fabric, thinking intently.
“...No, it’s not weird. We should look as sexy as we feel. And if anyone says anything, who cares? Only…”
Lisa hopped off the bed, and skipped downstairs. Marge looked after her, confused, then returned to her hair and makeup. A minute later, Lisa came back, affixing thick strips of electrical tape to her nipples, forming thick black X’s on her 32 C cup tits. Around her neck, she had fastened an old dog collar, the leash clipped into it. Lisa looked up at her mother, a proud smile beaming from her lips.
“There, now I look like a slut.”
“Won’t that hurt when you pull the tape off your boobs, honey?”
“Probably.”
“...Do you want it to hurt?”
Lisa bit her lip, rubbing her thighs together. “Mmmmfoh yes, definitely.”
“Uh…huh. And the leash?”
Lisa quivered, holding onto the doorframe to steady herself. “Nng…ohshit…”
Marge tried hard to stifle a laugh, slipping on a pair of black t-back panties and shimmying a sheer black lace corset over her full, round tits. “Well, I had no idea you were that way, sweetie.”
“What way?” Homer had stepped out of the shower, towelling himself off before slipping into a very revealing blue banana hammock thong.
Marge nodded in Lisa’s direction, and Homer’s jaw dropped when he saw her “outfit”.
“Lisa, honey, you’re beautiful. Is that what you’re wearing out?”
“Think it’ll cause a scandal?”
“Of course it will, sweetie. You’ll have people stumbling into traffic when they see you like that.”
“Holy sweetest Mother of God on a Donkey.”
All eyes went up to find Bart, standing just behind Lisa, his eyes glued to her bare ass. She turned to him, biting her lip, raising up on her tiptoes as if looking for his approval.
“Lisa, Jesus, you…holy shit, I always knew you were cute, but when did you get fucking hot?”
“You didn’t think I was hot when we were in the treehouse?”
“There’s a difference between ‘I’m gonna nut so deep in you, you’ll be using spermicide for mouthwash’ hot and, ‘So fucking sexy my dick is going to need a wheelchair’ hot.”
Lisa approached Bart, pressing her body against his, whispering into his ear.
“And does it? Need a wheelchair, I mean?”
“Well, it might need to be carried around a bit. I don’t think it’ll be standing on its own for a while, if that’s how you’re going to dress.”
Lisa smiled at that, and cupped Bart’s balls.
“Alright you two, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. Bart, if you’re coming with us, then you should go put something on.”
“Can’t I just go au naturel?”
“If you want, but it is mosquito season.”
“I’ll just put on some lotion before we head out.”
Lisa gave his nuts a gentle squeeze. “No you won’t. You ever taste mosquito lotion? Like, even by accident? It’s foul. I’m not sucking your cock if it’s covered in that stuff.”
Bart tried to protest, but his sister-lover’s steely gaze reminded him how stubborn Lisa could be when she wanted something, and he slumped his shoulders in surrender.
“Alright, okay, I’ll…I dunno, throw on some board shorts or something.”
Bart ducked into his bedroom briefly, emerging a few seconds later wearing a pair of tight, red and black shorts, his fat bulge pressing against the fabric. Lisa let out a wolf whistle, biting her finger seductively.
“Oh baby, swing that sausage for Momma!”
Bart grinned, and pulled his cock out, swaying it back and forth teasingly.
“You mean this, Lees?”
“Alright, kids, in the car. Let’s go already.” Marge ushered the two downstairs, Homer closing the bedroom door behind them. Lisa slipped the leash into Bart’s hand, and the two siblings headed out to the car, brother leading sister, who strutted behind her stud head held high, proud to be seen by anyone who passed by the house.
Bart held the car door open for Lisa, swatting her ass as she climbed in. As Marge took the front passenger seat, Bart slid in next to his sister, who planted her head in his lap, nuzzling the bulge in his shorts. Homer opened the back hatch of the car, dropping in a cooler and a few rolled up picnic blankets, slamming the hatch shut and adjusting his cock in his thong. He whistled as he crawled into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway.
“Not that I’m complaining or anything, but why are we taking the car if we’re just going to the park?’
Marge slung her seatbelt across her chest, fitting it comfortably between her tits.
“Because if we walked there, I’m not sure you and your father could make it half a block before the two of you pulled us into some bushes and fucked us into a couple of comas.”
Homer grinned, resting his hand on Marge’s thigh. Bart nodded, laying his head on the window as they pulled out. “Yeah, that’s fair, I guess.”
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The car pulled into the church parking lot, in the shade of a beech tree. The family exited the pink sedan, Bart leading Lisa out by the leash. She had spent the short car ride subtly sucking on the knob of Bart’s cock through his shorts, and he still sported a noticeable tent. Homer opened the back hatch and pulled out the blankets, handing one to Bart, closed the hatch, and took Marge’s hand in his own. Marge pulled her hand free, and slipped it into Homer’s thong, pulling his cock free and giving him a wicked, teasing smile.
The park was full of festival-goers and attractions. Food stalls were set up, offering everything from ice cream to squid balls to crab juice, and Homer, naturally, made it his mission to sample a bit of everything. Boats drifted lazily down the river cutting the park in two, and couples watched them sail by from the comfort of benches and picnic blankets. Kites soared overhead, and a frisbee skirted the top of Marge’s beehive, narrowly missing her. The people were out in numbers, and they all seemed to be enjoying the sun and sweet air.
And not a single fucking one of them so much as batted an eye at the Simpsons.
In fact, more than a few people were completely nude. And some were clearly paired off in surprising combinations. Lisa noticed her old grade school teacher Elizabeth Hoover, clad in a fishnet top with no bra and a leather miniskirt she was certain obscured only bare flesh, pinned against a parking meter, Martin Prince clutching at her ass, his shorts around his ankles.
On one of the picnic blankets off in the shade, she swore she could see the Flanders boys, nude and snuggling against one another.
“You kids don’t have to follow us around. Your father will probably be hovering around the food stalls-”
“No probably about it, Marge, ” Homer commented, between bites of what Lisa thought could be mochi balls on a stick.
“And I’m sure you’d rather be off doing…your own thing. So, why don’t we meet up at the statue of Jebediah Springfield at, say, three o’clock?”
“Sure, okay. Lees and I will be-”
“Ah-ah-ah, you don’t need to go into details. We know what you two will be doing. Odds are good your father and I will be doing it, too. Just…have fun, okay And Lisa, make sure your brother stays out of trouble.”
Lisa giggled, and Homer and Marge wandered off towards a beer tent populated by nude or nearly-nude people. Bart tugged on the leash, leading Lisa towards the river to watch the boats. They found a flat spot in the grass under a stretch of trees, and laid out their blanket in the deep shade. Lisa clung to Bart’s back, her arms around his waist. “How do you want me, Bart? Tell your sister how you want to fuck her where everyone can see us.”
Bart’s nostrils flared, and again he inhaled the strange, burnt, sweet scent that hung in the air, tinged with the ripe and powerful smell of Lisa’s arousal.
Bart sat on the blanket, dropping the leash, and patting the ground next to himself, inviting Lisa to sit with him.
“We don’t have to jump right to the end of the party, Lees. We can take our time today.”
Lisa planted her feet on either side of Bart, and lowered herself over him, aiming his cock at her pussy.
“Bart, I’m horny, I’ve been teasing you all morning, but I’ve also been teasing myself, and by God, I am going to get fucked. So, to hell with taking our time, I want you to take me!”
Lisa pushed Bart back, laying him on the ground, and dropped onto his shaft, taking his entire length into her cunt with a hissing gasp.
Bart smiled, “Alright, alright, but let’s not be in any hurry for the finish line, hm? I want to enjoy my sister’s pussy for as long as I can today.”
Lisa smiled, grinding on her brother’s crotch, riding him at a steady pace. She leaned down to kiss his lips. “Don’t worry if you cum, Bart. Your baby sister will work you hard again so you can keep fucking her slutty little holes all you want.”
Lisa looked out the corner of her eye, seeing folks watching the boats or milling about, eating, laughing, and more than a few of them fucking like animals in the grass or in the restrooms or in the river. A wicked gleam flashed in her eye, and she quickly rolled onto her back, pulling Bart on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him back into her warm, welcoming cunt.
“Oh fucking hell yes, Bart! Fuck your little sister! Ruin my cunt with that massive! Fucking! Cock! Use your brother-fucking slut-sister!”
Her voice echoed throughout the park, drawing the attention of anyone nearby. Heads turned to see Bart driving into Lisa over and over again, his balls slapping into her ass with every thrust. Bart looked around, his skin prickling with heat and anxiety, but his raging cock wouldn’t let him slow down or withdraw from Lisa’s pussy.
“That’s right, you sister-fucking stud-bastard! Let them see! Let the entire fucking town watch you breed me like a whore!”
“Jesus Christ, Lees, what are you doing?”
Lisa grabbed a handful of Bart’s ass, digging her fingers into the muscular meat as he flexed and pumped into.
“I’m letting the whole fucking world know that Lisa Marie Simpson is her big brother’s horny cockslut cumdump, and that she’ll spread her fucking legs for him where ever and when ever he wants!”
Lisa reached up, pulling Bart in for a deep, devouring kiss. The audience gathering around them watched for only a few moments, then dispersed, some of them going off to fuck their own partners or to seek partners to fuck, but otherwise not terribly impressed with Lisa’s show.
“Looks like they’d rather have their own fun than watch ours, Lees.”
“Fuck ‘em. As long as they saw us, as long as they heard us. Fuck, Bart, slap my fucking titties while you plow my cunt hard!”
“I’ve never seen this side of you, Lisa, what the-”
“Fucking slap them! Oh shit!”
Bart brought his hand sharply against Lisa’s tits, watching them jiggle. Lisa’s pussy tightened up, her head thrown back as a fire surged through her nerves.
“Oh fuck, yes! Again, baby, fucking bruise those tits!”
“Jesus, Lees, you’re fucking crazy!”
“Goddammit, sisterfucker, fucking do it!”
Bart snarled, letting his hand smack against his sister’s tits, each blowing making her contract down on his shaft, until finally, with a rasping throaty roar, she exploded on him, her back arched, her pussy gushing like a broken hydrant.
Fingernails dug into Bart’s back, raking thin red lines down his spine and terminating just above his ass; Lisa howled out the last of her orgasm, before slumping limply into the blanket, pulling her brother onto her chest, panting for air. Bart lay against his sister, thrusting into her slowly, her juices puddling beneath them. He watched her eyes flutter as she came back to consciousness, and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
“Fucking hell, Bart, thank you…god damn, I think you broke me.”
Bart lifted himself from Lisa’s body, craning his head down to kiss the reddened flesh of his sister’s breast.
“I broke you? Lees, you had me worried, I thought you lost your mind for a second there. What was that all about?”
“Mmm, I dunno…ever since yesterday, I…I like the idea of you hurting me. Not, like, seriously, but…you know, just a little. Pulling my hair, choking me, spanking me, that sort of thing.”
Bart rolled onto his side, still buried inside Lisa’s cunt, making her squirm and gasp and shudder.
“Well warn me next time, alright?”
Lisa rolled against her brother, pushing her back into his chest and humping back at his light thrusts. “Didn’t you like being dominant, Bart? Having all that power over me?”
“...I don’t like hitting you.”
“It’s only during sex, Bart. I know you would never hurt me unless I asked you to. Tell you what, if I ever ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with, you just say…I don’t know, you say “cranberry” or “teacup” or something. That’ll be our safeword, it’ll let me know I pushed it too far and we need to pull it back a bit.”
Resting his head against his arm, Bart looked up at the sunlight peeking through the shade of the tree. Off in the distance a band was playing something, and the smell of cooking food mingled with the new sweetness. He felt Lisa disengage from his cock, and shift her position to face him, taking his member in her hand with gentle, soothing strokes.
“I’m sorry that I scared you. You know that I love you, right?”
“I know.”
“Do you love me, Bart?”
“Of course I do, Lees; you’re my sister.”
Bart regretted saying that as soon as he saw Lisa’s big blue eyes, quivering and laced with tears.
“That’s it? Just as a sister?”
“Uh…well, no, I mean…Lisa, I’m still trying to get my head around all of this. I mean, I know I started it yesterday, but…that was me being a perv. Now we’re screwing in public, and coming up with safewords, and…on a scale of one to ten, how badly did I just fuck up here?”
“Bart, it’s a serious question. I can’t explain why I’m so alright with being your fucktoy now. I know it’s wrong, I know something weird is happening to us, and Mom, and the whole town, but…I don’t care. I just want you. Inside me, beside me, whatever. And I need to know, do you feel the same way?”
“Lees..”
Lisa stopped her ministrations on Bart’s dick, staring him squarely in the eyes, her mouth a set line.
“Bart…it won’t change anything. I’ll still be your fuckbuddy, I don’t think I could honestly go a day without your cock in me and still keep my sanity. But…I just want to know. Please, I can take it either way, I just need an answer.”
Bart was quiet for a while, listening to the grunts and moans of the other people in the park as they screwed in various positions. Without a word, he sweeped Lisa into a kiss, holding her close.
“Lees, of course I love you. You’re my personal fucktoy and my sister.”
“You mean that, Bart? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
Bart smiled, wiping a tear from Lisa’s face. “I mean it, Lisa.”
Lisa buried her face in Bart’s neck, sniffling loudly.
“God, I must be a mess. Look at me, I go from shrieking fuckbunny begging you to slap my tits into oblivion, to a snivelling crybaby.”
“I think you look cute when you’re vulnerable. That’s when you need me the most, and who doesn’t like being needed?”
Lisa cooed as Bart caressed her back, drawing a line down her spine to her firm, round ass. She slid her hand down his chest, cupping his balls and gently squeezing them.
“Just hold me, Bart, “ she said breathlessly as a yawn overtook her. “Just keep me safe and full and warm, and I’m all yours.”
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Homer bit down into the Diamond Dog he had bought from the cart vendor, mustard and chilli and sausage grease running down his chin.
“Mmmmm, heavily processed carcass parts of an unidentified animal stuffed into its own intestines and boiled in two-week old hotdog water.”
“Homer, use a napkin, you’re getting chilli in my hair.”
Marge looked up at Homer, his fat, veiny cock covered in her lipstick and a thick coating of saliva, more than a few thick clubs of chilli caking her bangs.
“Sorry honey,” Homer murmured sheepishly, swallowing down a mouthful of sausage-on-a-bun.
Marge responded by smearing her husband's turgid meat along the length of her tongue, flicking it under his reddened helmet and lapping up the dollop of clear precum oozing from his slit.
“It’s all right, Homie. Just…the only goop I want in my hair is your hot load, okay?”
Homer could only grunt with a mouthful of food, as Marge buried her face into his swollen nutsack.
“Mmmphggrl,” Marge moaned into Homer’s heavy scrotum, her tongue trying to draw more of his meaty balls into her mouth. She pulled away, gasping, her face a mess of spit bubbles and precum. “Homer, let me eat your hot, fat ass, baby. Let me give my man a good, deep rim like a good whore-wife should.”
Homer swallowed the last bite of bun, licking the mustard off his fingers noisily, then turned around, pushing his ass out and holding onto the hot dog cart. The vendor went about his business, changing out his water, checking his condiments, and getting his own cock sucked by a woman with a long red ponytail. As Marge parted Homer’s full, fat ass cheeks and probed his tight pucker with her tongue, Homer hailed the vendor, “Hey buddy, gimme a Doyer Dog, and don’t skimp on the salsa and hot peppers, okay?”
A sharp slap to his ass and Marge’s annoyed grunt reminded Homer that his wife was deep into his ass. He chuckled awkwardly to the vendor, “Heh, you know what, maybe forget the peppers, huh? Don’t want to upset the missus.”
Homer grunted as he ate, shaking his ass in Marge’s face while she licked around his musky hole, popping her tongue into his depths to widen it. Her hand slid down her sweat-dewed stomach to her aching, throbbing cunt, and two fingers pushed inside, her thumb pressing on her clit as she jabbed her tongue in and out of her husband’s winking asshole. She dug in deeper, chewing on his assflesh, saliva running in watery rivulets down her chin, her teeth grazing Homer’s globes. He moaned as her tongue swirled around inside his hole, her thin, dainty fingers reaching under him to grab his throbbing pole, slowly jacking him off as she explored his insides. Marge ducked her head between Homer’s leg, sucking on his fat balls, raking her teeth along his wrinkled scrotum as she stroked his cock in tight, long strokes, watching as Homer’s sack tightened up and fired a jet of thick, gooey cum against the hot dog cart. Homer groaned as he shot two, three, four more spurts, his hot seed running down to the asphalt. Drained and woozy, Homer stepped away, allowing Marge to lick the cart clean of the spilled jism, her tongue wiping as much cum as she could. She gulped noisily, then rose to her feet, working a kink out of her knees. Wiping her lips and licking the excess off her fingers, she flashed the vendor a gleeful smile, “I’ll take a lemonade, please and thank you.”
Marge carried her drink over to the picnic table where Homer had laid himself out to catch his breath. His sticky, saliva-speckled cock hanging limply, he smiled weakly to his wife, who wiped her hot, sweaty chest with the ice-cold lemonade can before sitting on the table top next to her husband.
“Jesus Christ, Marge, I had no idea you could do that with your tongue. Where did you learn that move?”
Marge smiled, popping open her drink and killing it in seconds, tossing the can into a nearby trashbin, then nestling against Homer’s flushed, heated chest.
“Your wife is a very well-rounded woman, Homer Jay. She knows how to make a man very happy.”
Homer sat up, let out a reverberating burp, and chuckled. Inching himself off the table, he lifted and parted Marge’s knees, planting himself between her thighs. He beamed a seductive, sultry smile to her, licking his lips.
“Well, I think my well-rounded wife deserves a reward for making her man happy, don’t you?”
“Ooh, Homie,” Marge sighed as her husband buried his face into her pussy, teasing out streams of juice and lapping them up. He sucked and slurped on her cunt like he was eating a slice of watermelon, her natural oils messily running down his chin. Marge cooed breathlessly, Her fingers gripping onto Homer’s head as his tongue ran up her leaking slit, coaxing her engorged love-button out of its soaked hood.
“Hi Dilly-ho, Simpsons!”
Marge craned her neck back, seeing Ned Flanders approaching them upside-down.
“Ned! It’s good to see you!”
Homer mumbled something muffled through Marge’s cunt, but knowing him, it was most likely, “Go ‘way, Stupid Flanders, eating pussy.”
Ned found a seat at the table, and popped open a bottle of apple juice he had been carrying. He was bare-chested, skin glistening with sweat from the summer sun, and took a sip.
“Well isn’t this the darndest thing? I heard there was a festival in the park today, so I thought I’d take in the festivities, and I find the whole town’s gone fornication-funny.”
“Oh Ned, I hope it didn’t come as too much of a shock to you! I know you like things to be just so.”
“Hmph…you know, I think it should bother me - it would have just a day or two ago, wouldn’t it have? - but I see how happy and loving people are. There’s music, there’s sweetness in the air, and even when I don’t see people enjoying each other carnally, they seem to still love each other. Why, I saw Reverend Lovejoy and that prodigal daughter of his having a chicken-fight in the lake. It warms the heart.”
“Uh-huh. Mmmf! Homer, teeth! It’s a clitoris, not a Skittle!” Marge’s voice was surprised and pained.
“Mmffrry, Mrrge.”
Ned raised an eyebrow, then took another sip of juice.
“It’s good to see everyone outside, enjoying God’s nature and spreading the love, yessir. You know, Marge, my boys have been spreading the love since yesterday. The whole house smells like love now. It’s…difficult to get much of anything done around the house, to tell you the truth.”
“Oh, I know what you mean. Bart and Lisa have been snuggling each other’s brains out since yesterday. They’re somewhere around here, probably working on making us grandparents or something. And Homer and I haven’t been any better, have we, Homie?”
“Mfno, dear.”
“What about you, Ned? Have you been snuggling up to someone?”
Ned chuckled shyly, shaking his head. “No, I…I couldn’t. Who would want someone with my track record of losing wives anyway?”
Homer pulled his face away from Marge’s crotch with a wet pop, drool and pussy-slime glazing his face. “You know what your problem is, Flanders? You’re so stuck on playing by the rules, you didn’t even notice that the rules have changed. You’re talking about wives, we’re talking about getting your dick wet, you colossal sexy dork! Find someone who doesn’t have anyone else, get their junk in your mouth, then…I dunno, fit your parts together however you can and bust a nut!”
“You really think I could, Homer? I don’t know–”
“Oh for fuck’s complete sake, Ned, not only do I think you could, I think you should! I’ve been saying for years that you need to get your dick sucked in the worst possible way!”
“It’s true, he has been saying that for years. It’s why we were banned from Mommy n’ Me.”
“You’re wound tighter than a coked-up clock! If you don’t get your knob polished, you’re going to fucking snap, and no offense, but you always struck me as the bell-tower-and-hunting-rifle type. So go track down, I dunno, Groundskeeper Willie or Helen Lovejoy or Sideshow Fucking Bob or someone and get your rocks off. Who knows, you might actually enjoy something for a change!”
Ned thought for a second, then stood to his feet, finishing off the last of his apple juice. “You’re right, Homer! If this new loving environment is God’s will - and it must be, or else it wouldn’t be happening at all - then who am I to deny it? I’m going to go find someone and..snuggle them into a deep sleep!”
“Oh god, don’t say it like that, you’ll make people question who really fathered your two wiener kids. Just talk like a person, like everyone else, okay? You’re gonna find some slut, and fuck their brains out, alright?”
“Uh…y-yeah, that’s-”
“No, say it, Ned.”
“I-I-I’m going to find some…some sl-sl-slu-slut, and f-fu….fuck their brains out.“
“What was that? I didn’t quite get that. What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna find some SLUT and FUCK their brains out!”
“Fuckin’ A, Ned, now go get ‘em!”
Ned nodded appreciatively to Homer, and ran off towards the crowds of people, looking around desperately for someone not already entangled with another human being. He seemed to spot someone around a corner, and took off to approach them, leaving Homer to return to between Marge’s legs, his eyes already on her moistened mound.
“That was nice of you to give Ned that pep talk, Homie. Do you really think he’ll find someone to help him loosen up?”
“I ‘unno, I just wanted to get rid of him so I could get back to exploring your twat. He’ll probably find some goat or something to stick it in, so long as he does it where I’m not eating.”
And with that, Homer dug back into his wife’s genitals, long, wet slurping sounds coming from his ministrations.
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When Lisa opened her eyes, the sky was that soft pink-orange colour and the air had finally chilled, as the shade of the trees had grown deeper. There were fewer people around, although some were still pairing off. She rubbed her eyes, wiped a sheen of drool from her lips, and looked around. Off by the bandshell, she saw Milhouse sitting on the grass, his mother bouncing in his lap, her sagging tits slapping against her chest as she rode her own son, her husband Kirk jacking himself off feverishly. By the public toilets, she spied Ralph Wiggum, leaning against the wall as Sherri and Terri took turns sucking his cock, a goofy look of wonder on his face. Lisa turned to Bart, snoring softly into his arm, his flaccid cock slung over his thigh, sticky and cold from their mixed cum. She stood up on uneasy legs, stretched herself out, and began walking towards the food carts. Her stomach was aching dully, and right about now a veggie-dog sounded like pure bliss. As she placed her order, a familiar sound caught her attention, and she turned to see her parents, splayed out across a picnic table, sound asleep, her father snoring noisily into her mother’s pussy, his face glued in place with dried cunny juice. She smiled, paid, and sat at the table to eat. She ordered another, when Bart approached her, rubbing sleep from his own eyes.
“You just can’t get enough sausage today, Lees.”
Lisa flipped him a playful bird as she throated her second dog, murmuring contentedly as she licked the hot mustard from her thumb.
“I didn’t have breakfast, babe. I mean, I had some protein, but a growing girl needs more than just her brother’s hot loads to keep her going.”
Bart ordered a carton of fries and murdered them with salt and vinegar, enough that Lisa could smell them from ten feet away, and he sat on the table, enjoying his own meal. Lisa eyed his soft cock, hanging limply between his thighs, and took it in hand, licking her lips.
“Now for dessert.”
“Fucking hell, Lisa, don’t you ever get enough?”
“Nope. Besides, I know you haven’t cum yet all day. I bet your balls are full of thick, sweet cum, and I want every fucking, babymaking drop.”
Bart coughed into his hand, turned his head and spat out the bit of French fry that had stuck in his throat. “Shit, Lisa, why did you have to bring up baby-making?”
“Because that, my dear, beloved brother, is the end goal for me. I want your fucking babies in me. I want to be your fucking breeding mare.”
Bart’s cock stiffened upwards, curving towards his belly. Lisa drew her tongue along it’s length, moaning at the stale taste of their combined juices.
“You know Milhouse is fucking his mom?” Lisa eyed Bart from between his legs, savouring his reaction to her touch.
“Yeah, I f-figured. He seemed the type.” Bart clenched his eyes, rolling his head back as his sister’s mouth took him to bliss.
Lisa slowly licked up her brother’s pubis, dipping her tongue into his navel, then up his chest. She gave each nipple a gentle suck, then chewed on them, relishing his pained gasp, then she pressed herself into him, her breath hot in his ear.
“If you wanted to fuck Mom, I’d be okay with it.“
“What?”
Lisa slid past her brother, laying on the picnic table with her head hanging over the edge.
“Well, I mean, she’d have to be okay with it too, and Dad, but you already have my greenlight if you ever want to try it.”
“Lisa, I could never-”
“Ssh, ssh, don’t rule it out just yet. Maybe one day. Not today, but who knows. Now get that hard cock over here and fuck my skull. I want to taste your cum.”
She opened her mouth wide in anticipation. Bart only stared at her, trying to digest what she had just propositioned, when his mating instincts took over. He leaned over her, shoving his cock into her mouth, and began pumping his hips into her face, his balls slapping against her forehead.
Lisa made loud gulping sounds as Bart ploughed her face, watching her throat bulge with every downward thrust. Bart bit his lip, and ran his fingers along his sister’s jiggling tits, slipping his fingertips under the strips of black electrical tape covering her nipples. He peeled a bit of tape up, and Lisa moaned in pain, her throat tightening up on him. WIth one quick motion, he yanked the tape off her delicate pink nip, and she jolted, a muffled scream vibrating against his plunging shaft. A sweet, heady aroma rose up from Lisa’s nethers as her pussy trickled her arousal down her hanging legs, and Bart leaned over her, rubbing her wet slit along the bridge of his nose, inhaling her perfumes deeply. Lifting himself back up, he massaged her exposed left tit, pinching at the reddened nipple, prodding it to full erection.
Lisa planted his hands on Bart’s muscular ass cheeks, slipping a finger along the crack and teasing his hole as he pumped in and out of her mouth, a foamy mixture of spittle and saliva caking her face. She gurgled her pleasure as Bart fucked her mouth, feeling his steely length rutting down her throat, his heavy ballsack slapping against her eyes as they swayed back and forth.
“Gonna fucking feed you my load, Lees. Fuckin’ shoot it down your whore sucking throat into your belly, fucking coat your stomach with my cum, then I’m gonna splatter your slut face with my cream!”
Lisa moaned, her fingers reaching down and pistoning in and out of her leaking cunt, her thumb strumming on her clit rhythmically, her hips humping up and down as she fucked herself. The sight and sounds and smell of his sister’s arousal made Bart’s cock harder, hotter, made his hips dip deeper into her face, mad his balls smack harder against her forehead, his sweat running into his eyes as he fucked her mouth, until his sack tightened up and with a howling grunt, he released his load into Lisa’s guts. He pulled away, a thick load cascading past her lips and up her nose. She sputtered and coughed, cum bubbles forming as she gasped for air, her face a gross, sticky mess. Bart stood back, hunched over, catching his breath in deep ragged gasps, wiping the sweat from his eyes, his rigid member jutting out wet and sticky and proud.
Lisa sat up, coughing up thick gouts of saliva and cum, wiping her chin and taking a napkin from a nearby dispenser to clear out her sinuses. She scooped up the mess that painted her face, spooning it into her mouth, moaning at the taste, and when she had cleaned herself up, she looked to her brother, bleary eyed but smiling.
“Holy fuck, Bart, that was awesome.”
Bart had ordered a Coke, chugging it down to rehydrate, still panting for air. “Thanks, Lees. I aim to please.”
“You aimed up my nose. It’s like you came all over my brain, I fucking love it!”
“Shit, Lisa, you’re some kind of fucked up pervert, aren’t you? Having me slap your tits, pull you along on a leash, flooding every hole in your head with my jizz.”
Lisa smiled, swallowing the last of her brother’s heady syrup, and wrapped her arms around Bart’s shoulders. “Oh god, big brother, and we haven’t even gotten into anal yet. Imagine how much more perverted I could be if you were fucking all my holes.”
Next to the recovering siblings, Marge stirred awake, stretching herself on the table, her long legs enveloping Homer’s head.
“You kids are too noisy. Hmm…what time is it?”
“Sorry, Mom.” Lisa squinted at the clock tower in the distance. “It’s quarter after four.”
Marge pushed herself up, tapping Homer on top of his head.
“Shit, that’s too late to get started on dinner. We’ll have to grab something on the way home, then. Homer, wake up, it’s almost dinner time.”
Homer’s face was a sticky mess of drool and dried pussy juice, his eyes foggy and dazed.
“Muh? Oooh, why did you wake me? I was having the most wonderful dream where something weird happened to everyone in town and my life turned into one of those porn stories where everyone fucks everyone else without worrying about STDs or pregnancies or anything.”
“Well that’s just ridiculous, Homer, biology and virology don’t just turn off because some people can’t keep their libidos in check. Now, you and Bart go clean yourselves up, Lisa and I will do the same, then we’ll go pick up some fried chicken for dinner, okay.”
“Alright…but for some reason, I have a craving for tuna fish…”
Bart snickered, Marge murmured, annoyed, and the ladies went to look for an empty restroom to clean up in.
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Lisa barely had time to reach for the paper towel dispenser, when Marge pinned her roughly against the cold tile wall, pushing her large, round tits into her daughter’s chest. Marge leaned in close, and licked a dollop of Bart’s cum from Lisa’s cheek, savouring the flavour loudly before swallowing it.
“M-Mom? What are you_?”
“Mmmmmommy heard you offer her cunt to your brother, honey. You bad girl, trying to pimp your own mother out just so you can…what’s the one where the girl likes to watch her man fuck another girl?”
“Cuckquean.” Lisa answered a little too quickly, which made Marge smile.
“Bart’s right, sweetie, you are one kinky whore. And what if Mommy said yes, hm? Are you really willing to let Bart fuck me?”
Lisa quivered, her eyes shut, her teeth digging into her lip as she imagined Bart rutting into their own mother.
“Ffffffuck yes. I…I’d let him fuck anyone he wanted to, if I could watch and clean him up. You, Dad, Maggie, the dog. Just so I could see him use someone else the way he uses me.”
“I thought you two wanted to be exclusive?”
“I’m his. He’s mine. We’ll sleep together, I’ll have his babies, but his cock can go into whatever hole he wants.”
“And I suppose you’ll be fucking your father while Bart is giving me his cock?”
“Eww, no! No, my cunt belongs to Bart. Only he can fuck me. My mouth, my ass, my hands, all for him.”
“That doesn’t sound like Springfield Community College’s President of the League of Female Future Leaders to me, Lisa.”
“Really? Because it sounds just like Lisa Simpson, kinky brother-fucking incest-slut to me.”
“You should get that on a business card. ‘Lisa Simpson, kinky brother-fucker.’”
Marge pulled away, turning to the bathroom mirror to fix her hair. Lisa pulled out a wad of paper towels, soaked them, and began wiping her face clean.
“Would you, though? Let Bart fuck you, I mean?”
“Lisa, I love your father very much.”
“I’m not saying- “
“I know. Just sex, that’s it. Yeah, I probably would. But only after you’ve got him trained a bit more. He was just a virgin before yesterday, honey, and he may have been ringing your bell since then with clockwork regularity, but your old mother’s been taking dick longer than either of you have been alive, so I’m a bit more demanding of who puts it in me and what they do with it. Let Bart get some more experience under his belt, and then we’ll see.”
Lisa tossed the paper towels away, and stepped up to the dryer.
“What about Dad? Would you let him fuck another woman?”
Marge was reapplying her lipstick, making faces in the mirror as she retraced her lips in deep maroon..
“I don’t know, honey. I’m not one of those…cuckqueans. I suppose it would depend on the other woman. Not that Lurleen hussy, your father could do much better than her. Or that woman he used to work with, the one that sounded like Catwoman? I don’t know if I could compete with her, I bet she knows all sorts of tricks to please a man, being a professional whore and all.”
Lisa picked up on the less-than-subtle venom dripping from Marge’s words; she still had nothing but contempt for Mindy Simmons, the woman who tried to seduce Homer in Capital City all those years ago.
“Alright, but, if it was someone you trusted, like...like your friend Ruth, or Manjula, or Aunt Selma? Would they be alright?”
“Oh sweetie, I just don’t know. Ruth and your Aunt Patty are an item now, Manjula’s busy trying to keep Apu under control and your father is more likely and more willing to stick his pecker into a wasp’s nest then into your Aunt Selma. I tell you what, if your father finds another woman he wants to fuck, if he brings it to me like a responsible adult - I know, I know, it’s Homer we’re talking about, but it could happen - and if she isn’t someone I went to school with or who stalked, seduced or otherwise has some previous history with homewrecking, then…maybe.”
Lisa dried off her hands and face, closing her eyes as the machine on the wall breathed hot air along her flushed, prickling skin. When she was dry enough, she stepped away from the dryer, and she and Marge walked out of the restroom, arm in arm , giggling to themselves like drunken coeds.
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In the men’s restroom across the park square from where Lisa and Marge were gossiping like hens, Bart was splashing handfuls of water onto his face, while Homer was trying to erode the urinal cake into nothingness.
“Uh…Dad?”
Hot pins poked into Bart’s flesh as he nervously contemplated what he was about to ask his old man.
“What is it, m’boy? Can’t you see I’m going for the high score in “Urinal Cake Massacre?”
“Uh…yeah, neat. It’s just…um…Lisa sort of…asked…okay, if Mom wanted to…you know…fuck…another guy-”
“What? Marge is having an affair? Oh god, I knew this would happen! I was spending too much time drunk on the couch in a puddle of my own drool, and not enough time drunk in my marriage bed in a puddle of my own drool! It’s that frog asshole from the bowling alley again, isn’t it? Oh, I knew I should have jammed a baguette through his heart! It’s the only way to kill the French!”
“No, Dad, it’s…we’re talking hypotheticals here.”
“Uh-huh, go on then.”
“We’re playing, “what would happen if Mom fucked another man.” What would your reaction be?”
“Given my past history, both recent and chronic, I’d probably dissolve in a weeping heap of shrieking patheticness, then sadly let the better man have her, because life has beaten all the fight out of me, son. Why do you ask?”
Bart swallowed, but the lump in his throat stubbornly refused to budge. And the burning pinpricks in his skin weren’t helping, either.
“Because Lisa…brought up the completely hypothetical, totally imaginary scenario of…of Mom and me–”
Homer turned to face his son, splashing his piss-stream all along the wall as he turned.
“What? You and Marge? Boy, you lucked out in getting into Lisa’s panties, but you couldn’t fuck your own mother on the mother-fuckingest day of the year if you had an electronic mother-fucking machine! Marge’s standards are too high, and she’d only take a high class gentleman to her bed!”
“Explain you, then.”
“Well naturally I managed to knock her up before she was able to mature into a discerning woman who knew any better. It’s all timing, really.”
Bart dried his now-clean cock with a wad of paper towels, but got through three strokes before he realized they weren’t the cottony-soft variety and his pecker now felt like he had just fucked a burlap sack. Tossing the towels, he instead left his cock out to air-dry.
“Alright, so I got no chance. I can accept that. Hell, I even agree. But…if Mom wanted to…and we all know that my dick is the boss in this business arrangement…on a scale of one to ten, how homicidally enraged would you be?”
Homer finished up at the urinal, shook his cock twice and tucked it away, and stepped up to the sink to wash.
“Boy...hfff…that is a thinker. I do have something of a temper-”
“To which the Oscar I have in my closet can attest.”
“Ahem. Yeah. Okay, so I’ve gone off the deep end a few times, and we’ve had some laughs over how angry I can get and the stupid shit I do when my already-underused brain gets pumped all full of rage-juice like it does. And I may have a small…ish history of violent assaults, attempted assaults, assaults with a deadly weapon, aggravated assaults, and assaults with pastries, but…I don’t know, boy. If Marge wanted it…well, I like seeing her happy. If riding my boy’s cock makes her happy, then I guess I’m for it.”
“Really? You mean that, Dad?”
“Well, I’m not saying I want to watch or anything. That’s your sister’s weirdness, mine is doing it while dressed as Transformers. So, like, if it ever does happen, just let me know so I can duck out to Moe’s for a few hours, okay? Now, let’s get back to the girls. Fried chicken awaits us, boy!”
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Bart settled into the car, pulling the seatbelt across his lap. Lisa snuggled in close, her head on his shoulder as their parents buckled in and the engine sputtered to life. Bart turned his head to his sister slightly.
“So what took you guys so long? Mom and I were getting antsy waiting for our men to come back to us.”
Bart held up two fingers, whispering in his sister’s ear.
“I got two greenlights now, Lees.”
Lisa raised her head, eyes wide, a smile stretching across her lips as the news settled in. She placed her head back down on Bart’s shoulder, patting his thigh.
“Oh no, big brother, you got three greenlights. Mom and I talked in the ladies’ room, and she wants you to pound my pussy a lot more before she’ll let you swing at her pinata, but Mommy is D-T-F.” She punctuated the last three letters by squeezing Bart’s leg three times.
“You’re shitting me. Mom’s okay with it?”
“You need more practice pleasing a woman, but yeah, she didn’t projectile vomit or shout me out or anything, when I suggested she take a ride on the Incest-Express like I have.”
Lisa pulled herself closer to Bart’s ear, grinning like a maniac as she whispered to him.
“In fact, baby, she licked some of your hot, creamy love off my face and fucking swallowed it like a whore.”
“Ooooh shit, Lees.”
“What was that, Bart?” Marge’s voice from the front passenger seat made Bart jump an inch in his seat. He hadn’t thought he had been loud enough to overhear. “N-nothing, Mom. Just Lisa being a cocktease again.”
“Well she’d better not pop your cork in my car, boy! I didn’t Scotchguard the seats, so if you toss your yogurt back there, you two are cleaning it up!”
“Oh Dad, Bart’s just kidding. I’m behaving myself. Besides, if he did cream the upholstery, I’d gladly lick it all up. Wouldn’t you, Mom?”
Lisa caught the reflection of Marge’s deathglare in the rearview mirror, and impishly bit her lip, before adding, “If it were Dad’s, I mean.”
“Why don’t we save the snuggle-talk for when we’re all home, fed, and in bed, kids? We’ve all had a long, orgasm-filled day, and I’m sure we could do with some real rest.”
Lisa returned to Bart’s shoulder, her tongue slipping along the shell of his ear.
“Oh, I think I can hold off until bed. What about you, Bart? Do you think you can resist your kinky sister long enough to pin her down in your bed and fuck her to sleep?”
Bart grumbled throatily, grabbed Lisa’s head, and pulled it into a deep kiss, pushing his tongue down her throat, while his free hand hooked three fingers into her cunt. He sucked on his sister’s tongue, exploring her mouth and wriggling his digits inside her until her eyes were red and teary. Lisa pushed herself off of Bart, panting and clenching her pelvic muscles around his invading fingers. Bart, grinning just as madly as Lisa had been, hissed back.
“Maybe you’re the one who can’t resist me, Lees.”
Lisa smiled, slowly shook her head, and returned to using her brother’s shoulder as a pillow, rhythmically clenching her pussy on Bart’s fingers until she gave a soft whimpering shudder.
Bart wriggled his fingers inside Lisa’s body in an undulating, wave-like motion, staring out the window as the day came to a close, wondering how his life had suddenly become so good.
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Love Is In The Air