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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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It didn't take long to recover her senses, her whole body tingling after the most intense and fulfilling experience ever, had made her pass out.
“Oh, thank God you're awake... I nearly shat myself there when you passed out on me...” Said Bart, a noticeable tremble on his voice. She looked at him groggily, still feeling somewhat weak after her orgasm. “Are you okay there, what happened?”
“I think the orgasm was a little too much for me...”
“Jeez, you think so?” And there, he went back to his normal self... “Can you stand up on your own?” Or maybe not...
“I think so...” with some struggle, she managed to do so, her legs wobbly but strong enough to sustain her up, “How long was I out?”
“Not that much, two or five minutes max... so... is that going to be a recurring situation every time we do this?” She looked at him, surprised that he had been so bold to ask her that, her cheeks somewhat flushed despite what had just happened between them so far.
“I don't know... the women on the movies usually seem somewhat weak after the experience. So maybe we did something wrong... and really?”
“Sure, why not? I mean... it was good...”
“Doesn't mean that I'm going to end up whoring myself to you, Bart...” She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing deep down that if she didn't put her feet down on the issue, he'll be soon sharing her with Milhouse.
“Hey... I...”
“I know you, Bart...” He cringed, which was his usual when she used this specific tone of voice, “You're thinking that hey, she was the one to initiate it, she wants me.”
“You did...”
“I did... but that doesn't mean that I'm going to let you dictate our terms... for all I know, you're dying to tattle on Milhouse about what you just did...”
“I'm not that stupid man...”
“I'm no man, and yes, you're that stupid, you've betrayed my trust before, Bart... even broken your promises...” She glared at him when he attempted to answer back, which made him stop as she advanced on him, touching his naked chest with her finger to empathize the point, “How quick do we forget, isn't it?” Another cringe, which was what she truly wanted as he immediately frowned as memories assaulted his treacherous mind.
Putting her hand on her waist, she glared and him and began to point out:
“Listen here, brother. If you want to do it with me again, if you want to take your little sister as you just did. You need to accept my conditions, or the deals is off.”
“Why would I?”
“Because, let's be frank here, Bart. Who would Mom believe if I suddenly told her that you sexually assaulted me?” A gasp, and a quite hurt look on his eyes that nearly broke her at that moment, but she endured, knowing pretty well that it was for the best. It was a fickle gamble, she knew that, he knew that, as the evidence of their intercourse had gone down the sewer with the rest of the water and other fluids... though, she was aware of a damning spot on the floor that they would need to scrub on if they wanted to remain a secret.
“Why?” He was short, and concise.
“Because and I repeat and empathize it, Bart. I'm not going to become yours and Milhouse whore!” She glared at him, her eyes watering due to past memories, “You've betrayed me over and over, Bart. Several times have you valued Milhouse over your own sister! Have helped him court me above my own wishes...” Looking down, she closed her fists harshly, “Only once have you chosen me over him, and it was on a possible future...”
“Lees... I...”
“You would also whore me out to Nelson, or the rest of your bullies just to get out of a tight spot!”
“Hey, now that's...”
“Wouldn't you?!”
“Look at you, bringing up past sins as if you're bereft of guilt!” He shoot back, which caught her by surprise, which made her back off two steps as she feared that he could truly assault her at any second, which made him pause. “For Gods sake, Lisa... I'm not that stupid or heartless!”
“You can be...”
He looked at her, and the two of them simply stood there, truly and downright spend.
“What do you want?”
“No word to Milhouse, or anyone else...” She firmly stated, “If you tell, I'm telling Mom...”
“Even if that destroys the family?”
“I might not like it, Bart. But it is an risk that I'm willing to take to prevent you from using me as an bargaining chip with your friends or enemies...” He grunted, apparently angry of her constant use of that particular theme, but she had to be firm here or things could go turn down quite ugly in the future.
“What if our parents find out...”
“They wouldn't...”
“But what if...”
“They wouldn't Bart!” She repeated herself, her voice firm, “If we're careful, and only do it while there's no one at home... no one should even find out!” looking down, she had to admit that he had an point indeed, “And in the quite unlikely case that they do find out, I know how to deal with them.”
“How would you...”
“Please Bart... even you can see that...” And looking at him, she knew that he sadly did not see it, which was why it was so frustrating to interact with her brother, “This was their fault in the end, Bart! It was their own quite irresponsible behavior which lead us to this...” —She waved her hand over her naked body, then his own to make a point— “This is a consequence of a classical Simpson mistake...”
Seeing that he was quite incredulous, she quickly added:
“Would you have truly see me in such a sexual way without that bag of candies?”
“I...”
“Don't lie, Bart. Both of us know that the only answer to that is a no...” Sighing she massaged the bridge of her nose, “While we have seen each another naked, and there had been some instances that might be considered or taken as sexual, we usually just saw each another as brother and sister. That bag of aphrodisiacs changed everything between us...”
He nodded, apparently now understanding what she was talking about. Seeing that he had somewhat relaxed, she added:
“This also would need to stop as soon as I reach my first period,” He opened his mouth, about to protest when she hastily added, “Bart, while having sex is fun and quite pleasurable... that's how babies are made... and unless you suddenly want to find yourself the father of my children, that's the end of the line for us... even if we somewhat found preservatives and pills to keep doing it, the risk is still there, pregnancy could still happen...” Seeing him suddenly deflate at hearing that, she also said. “Don't worry, there's a lot of time before I reach that stage... probably two or four years if we're lucky, one year if we're unlucky... and there's still a lot of changes to do it.”
Her eyes quickly went to his member, that had stiffened and raised up to attention after she told him that, which had also ignited an small spark on her fanny again.
“Can we do it again?”
Biting her lip, she nodded but then looked at the spot on the floor and said:
“We can... but we need to clean that, or someone —most probably Mom—, is going to find out...”
He looked at the spot and cringed, seeing that yes, it was quite revealing as her bum shape had been slightly imprinted on the surface.
“We have to be careful, Bart. Our asses depend on that...” She clarified, being quite insistent on it, thinking deeply about what to do. “The couch is too dangerous due to the front window, someone is always watching at our house, and even if we close the drapes, there are some spots were you can see inside with ease...” He nodded when he heard that, as the both of them were quite aware of such spots, as they had somewhat used them for different reasons in the past.
“The kitchen is a good spot... close to the stairs and the garage...” —a pause, then an mutual smile— “The garage!”
They ran toward it, nearly forgetting to clean the floor in the process, which she ended up doing, as Bart fixed things down there to make the experience the most comfortable possible.
In the end, it hasn't taken them that much to finish, and she found that indeed Bart had made something quite passable to lay in, as she saw the discarded and still unused back seat for a mini-van that Homer had idiotically bought thinking that it would fit on his car. It was comfy, and still covered by its plastic, which she saw was hastily cleaned of dust.
“We'll need a bath after this...” she muttered, inspecting the whole seat, and finding it quite amusing that she would have sex on a car seat at her age, with her brother, and outside a car.
“We'll need it anyway, we kind of stank...” Offered Bart while looking at her on the seat, which he promptly patted, inviting her to sit at his side, which she soon did so. Sadly, unlike their desperate attempts a while ago, this time the two of them simply stood there, uncomfortably looking at any point but themselves, which she had to admit was downright boring.
“Wait here...” She added, rushing toward the house to look for something that she knew would spice things up for them, once she grabbed it, she ran back down to find Bart on the kitchen looking at the refrigerator, “Stop it Bart, we need to move it quick, or we'll lose our chance!”
He looked at her laptop and smiled, apparently getting what she wanted to do with it.
“Sweet...”
Once they sat, she opened up her laptop and quickly began to tap and move the cursor with some dexterity, deactivating the parenting control with ease. Letting her computer free to roam the net at her whims...
“Whoa... what's that?”
“Its called Scarlet-tube... its a site that specializes in pornography...”
“Really?!”
“Really... though I have to admit that I'm surprised that you hasn't heard of it before...”
“You really think I would be asking if I knew?”
Shrugging, she simply bit her tongue and decided that fucking was more important to her at the minute, than mocking and fighting up with her brother. Clicking on a particular popular video, she simply began to see what was happening there with a now quite randy brother, who attempted to hide his surprise in vain.
“Whoa... what's? Ew!...” He exclaimed, and she looked at him slightly amused at his reaction when he saw the woman go down on the man, “That's... disgusting!”
“I don't recall you stopping me...” She added, forcing him to remember the incident, which made him blush atomic red at her, his eyes telling a whole set of quite obvious questions that hasn't needed to be heard to require an answer.
“I've... —cough,— I've seen people do that over and over on this videos, there are even a whole category and section on this page dedicated to that...” She smiled a little at his incredulous face, he was quite cute when he looked at her which such incredulity and innocence, eagerly awaiting for her next answer, “I was... curious, about its taste I mean. It had to taste good to make so many people practice it, and...”
A load moan, followed by the couple soon engaging on mutual oral pleasure, quickly and easily put an image on their minds of what to do next...
“I'll... don't mind... I mean...” She looked at his member, it was red and quite hard, throbbing lightly under her scrutiny. “If... you want to... yeah?” She looked at the laptop, and smiled slightly when she saw him nod. Which had made her quickly close the computer and watch him stand, as that gave her the chance to laid down on the quite large and comfortable back seat. Her legs opened, which made her shiver lightly as she felt her mound burn as he stared at her.
“Don't just stare...” She added, which woke him up from his spell, as he nodded and moved toward her, carefully kneeling, one leg beside each side of her head, and with some reluctant trembling, he finally laid himself upon her, his member crushed against her mouth that she stupidly hasn't opened yet, her nostrils getting the full aroma of pee and sweat, alongside something new.
It didn't take long for her to open it despite her fear, and let it in. Finding that it was salty, the point putting a somewhat sticky substance on her mouth that wasn't as delicious as she thought it would be, but it wasn't disgusting, and she even dared to admit that it was quite tasty.
She moved her tongue around it, playing with the front skin as she sucked as much as she could, trying to emulate what she had seen with poor results, but the way he kept pushing his member at her told another story, that despite her amateurish technique, he was finding the experience quite pleasurable, which emboldened her actions as she began to bob her head up and down.
His moans and the way his body felt pressed up against her, gave her an feeling of power that she hasn't ever felt before over her brother. He was at her mercy, prey of the pleasures that she inflicted upon him with each movement of her mouth, and somewhat understood the appealing of this activity.
Then she felt him shift and force her legs open, as she had closed them a while ago, and before she could even mumble an attempt of an moan or protest, he went in... his young tongue lapping at her most intimate of places with a fervor that he barely showed for anything else.
Like hers, he seemed to have found an liking to the taste, because his scrutiny and intensity increased with each new lap. His tongue growing bolder by the second as he focused it around her entrance, his chin constricting her young mound with each movement that he made, which had made her seen stars all over again.
They just stood there, sucking and lapping at each another as much as they wanted to, grunting, moaning and spasming as they attacked each another, until, with a grunt, she wailed, his Willie firmly held on her mouth as she felt her inner walls spasm and clench around his tongue, a long throaty moan escaping her lips as she pushed her head up, forcing his member down her throat for a few precious seconds, which seemed to be what he had just needed to finally cum a second time.
She pushed him off her, her face getting hit with an small amount of his sperm as she coughed desperately the substance out of her, then they simply stood there... wheezing loudly as her body was still spasming after such an intense experience, her eyes never leaving the spit covered piece of meat that just a few seconds ago had been deep inside of her mouth... an itch on her rose bud telling her that they had one last thing to explore before they reached an end to this, once and for all for the day.
“Bart... do you think we can try another thing?” She looked at him, and saw him smile at her, his member moving a little as he inspected it.
“I think so... what do you want to try?”
“I... want you to stick it on my ass...” She mumbled, feeling ashamed of asking him that... fearing what he would say of such a thing.
“You want me to what?”
“I cleaned it... as much as I could...”
“Is... is that possible?”
“Yes... it is. But be careful Bart... I don't want it to hurt...” She told him, knowing that not mattering what they did, it would hurt.
But she needed it, she truly and really needed him to do that to her.
“Okay... just...” He raised himself, and she hastily rolled up, exposing her ass to him, he looked at her, doubting for a second before he nodded and went to her, once again putting himself over her, his hands trying to open up her cheeks, which she quickly knew wouldn't work, so she put her hands at work and opened up for him to see.
“Wow sis... you're... leaking!” He said, smiling slightly at her flushed face that was now carefully looking at him, as he slowly went down on her, his hands caressing her vulva, touching her over and over when, to her surprise, she felt a finger go in...
“AH!” She cried, delighted at how good that felt, her hips trembling as he moved his finger inside, her inner walls clenching the intruding digit as much as they could at the moment. “B-Bart!” She moaned his name, and this seemed to snap him up of his staring, his face growing enthusiastic as he suddenly put himself beside her and simply put his penis in.
She groaned, huffed and even screeched a little as she felt him inside of her fanny in this particular position, her mind nearly going blank once again, as pleasure beyond belief assaulted her with each new thrust of his waist against hers, his pumping becoming harsh and needy.
“B-Bart! My... ah... oh God... ah! My Ass, p-please!”
He stopped himself, which gave her an moment of respite, a long soft moan escaping her lips as he left her vulva, his hands roughly pushing her cheeks apart as he searched for his new objective. She wanted to stop him, knowing that he was too hyped up to take her asshole gently, but something deep down on her told her not to, to take it, and enjoy it.
A gasp escaped her mouth when she felt the point of his member at her entrance, then with an quite too harsh thrust, he went in... An scream escaping her mouth as pain suddenly inundated her body, pain that somehow was quite mixed with pleasure as he pumped savagely against her, grunting like an animal as he penetrated her anal cavity.
She had had to bit hard on the seat to prevent another scream, as the mix of pain and pleasure battled on her asshole, the pleasure increasing with each new thrust of his juvenile meat.
Soon she was moaning, maybe too loudly to be considered safe, but for once, she didn't cared. And neither did he, too focused on the mutual pleasure that they were having to truly care about being discovered doing something that they shouldn't.
The seat creaked with their combined movements, scratching the concrete of the garage floor as she pushed herself against him, and him against her. Her moans resounding loudly on the place as the sinful sound of their mating reached its peak, then, with a hard last thrust, they came.
Thankfully, unlike their first time, she hasn't lost consciousness after the orgasm, but regardless of that victory, she felt utterly and totally spent, her abused ring felt expanded beyond belief at the moment, the weight of her brother above her, the sound of his labored breath beside her ear...
“I love you so much...” She whispered, not truly knowing what she was doing... or why.
“I love you too...”
She smiled, feeling the most happy that she had felt in a long, long time as her body lost its strength... a heavy cloud numbing her senses, she was tired... Quite too tired, but she endured and with an herculean attempt, the both of them simply walked upstairs and bathed themselves, this time mostly focused on some caresses and kisses, but nothing beyond as they were simply too spent.
They went to their bedrooms, and she quickly put an pair of clean undies and her night gown... pondering on what to do, when to her surprise he cleared his throat on her door, a pillow under his arm.
“If we do that...”
“I don't care...”
She smiled, enjoying how this experience had made her closer to her brother like no other adventure had done before, so she simply nodded and went to her bed, followed closely by him. Both of them snuggled up to each another, his belly tightly pressed against her back... the distant sound of thunder on her ears.
“Oh, look at that... isn't that cute?”
“Shush Homer, don't wake them up... where's my camera? I need to take a shot of this!”
She opened her eyes lightly, and saw her mother silently close the door, smiling at the fact that they hasn't suspected a thing at the moment.
“Can we do it again?” Asked Bart, whispering at her ear and sending shivers down her spine as he pressed his hard on against her ass.
“Let's wait until they fall asleep...”
Fin.
XxX
Omake...
Springfield, 45 years in the future...
She looked at the piece of machinery in front of her and frowned, knowing that what she was about to do went beyond any moral compass... but what else did she have this days?
“Hey ya, Lisa.” And there appeared the reason for why she was storing her whole set of memories inside that marvelous machine, knowing what was to come.
“Milhouse... what have I told you about calling me like that?” And with the appearance of her stalker of an ex-husband, all of her doubts had dissipated... as he reminded her why specifically, she was considering on this particular road to begin with. “What are you doing here, Milhouse?”
“Many reasons actually... I want to know why... why you didn't wanted to comeback with me? why our daughter? Why him...”
“I'm not Luann, Milhouse... unlike her, I'm not willing to accept you back as she did with your father...” She glared up at him, knowing that he wasn't here to convince her to come back, both of them knew it. “And... please, you know as well as me that Zia was a whore before I touched her... don't try to pretend otherwise.” The last one was left unanswered, as she was sure that he already knew the answer.
“I know...” And for a moment, she almost believed him, but it was quickly squashed and tossed aside. She looked at the small apparatus at her hand, glad that the procedure had been fast and precise as Johnathan I.Q had promised, the back up being sent toward her brother, who had received a set of instructions to where to go to complete what must be done.
“You're a monster... to fuck your own daughter... to choose her over your husband! It shouldn't surprise me with your history...”
“Stop the drama and shoot me already you fucking wimp!”
A zip was heard as he discharged the laser gun on her, and with just that, sweet and pathetic Milhouse had finally crossed the line that she had to admit, had been mostly her fault as she constantly downplayed and humiliated him, as he simply couldn't compare himself to Bart on her mind.
Her body fell harshly on the ground as pain beyond belief briefly numbed her mind down. Darkness truly claiming her for all eternity as she heard the man that she had been forced to choose to marry, wailed upon her now dying body.
It would have been sweet, if her hatred for him hasn't been as great as it currently was, her last thoughts being as derogatory as they had always been.
You aren't Bart...
XxX
Omake of the Omake.
Bart looked at the machine in front of him, and the needle gun drone that he had on his hand.
“Are you sure that this is going to work?” He saw the poor doctor cringe at the steel that he had on his voice, years of being the mafia boss having done a lot to harden his tone.
“Yes sir, the time machine is ready, as are the Nanites on your needle gun changeling droid. One shot to your younger self, and the Nanites would do their thing...”
“Uncle, is this necessary?” Asked Zia, who patted her huge belly with some concern, “You're about to become a father...”
“It must be done, for her...”
“But... wouldn't that erase this future?”
“Doctor?”
“As you asked, I found another reality that fit your criteria. You can put your memories on them, and see what they do on the monitor to your left. There's no danger of erasing or affecting our world.”
Bart looked at the good doctor and nodded, “Good, I loved her... but it was her foolish attempt to please our dear mother what put her on that spot that she found herself in...”
“Grandmother has been quite a bitch since she found about us... don't know how grandfather stands her nowadays...” Added Zia, “How funny that she can accept his son being the king of the mafia, but not the fact that his son and daughter and granddaughter fucked routinely...”
“The portal is ready, sir...” Interrupted Johnathan I.Q, cringing again when Bart put his eyes on him. The needle gun firmly set on his hand...
Bart contemplated the weapon for a second, before he simply nodded at himself and let the machine go, which promptly transformed into a drone, its motor raising its body on the air.
“You know your objectives... failure is not optional. Once you download the information on their minds, you belong to them, and only them... understood?”
“Clear, sir...”
“Go...”
The flying machine then simply flew toward the portal, disappearing to never be seen on their world again, the metallic creation soon showing them a video feed of how it was stalking its prey... who were too small to even understand what was about to happen to them.
“I want everything recorded to the finest detail, Johnathan. Especially the sexual parts, that kind of pornography is highly sought by some of my contacts in Washington...”
“Yes sir...”
“Come Zia... let's go back to our mansion... I want to pummel that tight ass of yours until you pass out...”
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