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Christmas Affairs	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 23282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was just after midnight on Christmas morning, and Maggie Simpson stirred on the couch. Her eyes flickered open as she sat up in a panic. The two-year-old had snuck out of her crib earlier in the night with one goal in mind: to meet Santa. But she had fallen asleep during her wait, and she began to panic. Had she missed him? Would she have to wait another year? The room was bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace. Its flames long since out, and its embers slowly dying. Five stockings hung from the mantle, and a plate of cookies with a tall glass of milk sat atop it. The girl sighed and hung her head. She allowed herself a moment before sliding off the couch. Maggie stumbled her way over to the small pile of wood stacked neatly beside the fireplace. As she picked a piece up in her tiny little hands, she missed the soot falling from the chimney. Maggie dragged the piece of wood across the carpet and tossed it into the fireplace.
The embers went out, and the room fell into darkness.
Maggie shivered. A sudden chill surrounded her. She had no idea how to start a fire, only how to feed it. More soot fell from the chimney, followed by a large dark figure landing on the grate. Maggie jumped at the noise and quickly scurried behind the couch. The dark figure slowly climbed his way out into the living room. Maggie dared to peek around the sofa as he reached back up into the chimney. She watched him pull down a large sack through the vertical shaft and drop it on the floor. Maggie didn’t move; Maggie didn’t speak. Her curiosity demanded that she wait. In the dark, she could see the figure lift his hands, and he brought them together in a very distinct sound.
*clap clap*
The fireplace suddenly roared to life; its embers rekindled and the freshly placed log setting ablaze. The room was illuminated in a warm and welcoming glow, and Maggie had to cover her face with her arm from the sudden bust of light and heat. She bravely stepped out from behind the couch to get her first look at the intruder. Her eyes took in his long white beard, his big red coat, and his shoes as black as the night sky. Maggie gasped in excitement; she hadn't missed him.
Santa groaned and arched his back to stretch after his fall. He momentarily froze at the soft grasp from behind, and he turned to face the young girl.
      "Well, well, well," the old man grinned. "It's a bit late for you to be up, isn't it?" As Santa approached her, Maggie's eyes were filled with wonder and dropped to one knee.
      "Merry Christmas, Maggie," he said as he reached behind her ear. He produced long red and white striped candy cane, seemingly out of nowhere. The young girl giggled and clapped as Santa gave her the stripped treat. She took it in her grasp and slipped it into her mouth straight away.
      “I’m just going to make sure the rest of your family is asleep,” Santa smiled. He tussled her and rose to his feet. As the old man walked past her, Maggie beamed at him, almost as if she understood. She climbed onto the couch in front of the roaring fire and began sucking on her new treat.
Santa’s footsteps were silent as he climbed to the house’s second story. He walked past a slightly crooked picture hanging on the wall, pausing for a moment to straighten it out before making his way down the hall. He stopped at Lisa’s bedroom and pressed his ear to the door. Expecting to hear nothing, Santa’s eyes widened as he listened to the sounds of soft moaning.
      “That’s odd,” he muttered as he twisted the door handle and eased it open. His magic masked his entry, and the occupants inside were oblivious to his presence. His jaw dropped at the sight before him. Lisa was kneeling before Homer seated on her mattress, his hand resting upon the back of her head, as she was taking her father’s cock in the back of her throat.
      “Easy there, sweetie,” Homer said with a sigh. His daughter’s lips squeezed his shaft as she slowly bobbed her head and hungrily took his length within her mouth. The soft sounds of her throat echoed around the room, and Santa closed the door in shock. He pressed his back against the wall as he processed what he had just witnessed. He couldn’t believe it; he didn’t want to believe it.
      “Maybe… maybe Bart’s asleep,” Santa muttered. He turned the handle of the neighboring door and gently pushed it open. But this bedroom was no more innocent than the last. Bart lay on his back, his hands on his mother’s thighs, as she bounced upon his lap.
      “Don’t forget, Mom,” Bart grunted, watching as his mother’s pussy swallowed his dick. “A deal’s a deal. You promised.”
“I know, sweetie. I remember.” Marge grinned as she leaned over and kissed her son’s forehead. “No pills tomorrow. I’ll ‘forget’ to take them.” Almost laying on top of him, Marge lifted and dropped her hips over her son’s shaft. Bart could only grin, lifting his hips to meet his mother and thrusting himself inside her. Santa closed the door and leaned back against it. He let himself slide down to the floor as he processed what he had seen. Bart had been on his naughty list for a while. And Lisa? The girl wasn’t perfect, but he never expected anything like this.
Santa allowed himself a minute to consider the situation. He couldn’t just let this go; he had to act. He picked himself up and walked back downstairs to the living room. Maggie watched him as he picked up his sack and looked at the pile of neatly wrapped gifts inside. Each one was going to go a member of the family, but now he was having second thoughts.
      “Sorry, Maggie,” he said without looking at her. “But your family’s been very naughty.” He reached into his bag to pull out a present, and it changed into a lump of black coal in his hand. Maggie’s face fell. The candy cane dropped from her lips. One by one, the gifts were transformed as Santa loaded them into the stockings that hung above the fireplace. When they were full, he turned to the Christmas tree in the corner. Maggie felt helpless. She could only watch with sad, trembling lips as each perfectly wrapped present changed into an unforgiving lump under the tree. The coal was as dark as the night sky and left traces of black dust on the stockings and carpet where it was placed. With his job done, Santa brushed off his hands and reached into his sack to remove the final gift. Maggie sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. She stared at the gift and waited for it to change, but it didn’t. Santa offered Maggie the last present, and she took it gently in her trembling hands. It was the only one that hadn’t changed. She looked up at him, her eyes swelling up and tears starting to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t understand how Santa Claus could be so cruel or even understand what her family could have possibly done to deserve coal for Christmas.
      “Don’t give me that look,” Santa sighed. He hoped she wouldn’t start crying. He’d be long before anyone found him if Maggie burst into tears, but he knew the weight of an upset child would hang heavily upon him. Santa Claus hung his head. With a sigh, he admitted defeat.
“You know, this is exactly the reason why you should be asleep, little girl.” Santa lifted his arms and clapped his hands. All the clumps of coal under the tree were changed back into presents. The unsightly bulges in the stockings became firm pointed corners of wrapped boxes. All the dust and dirt had disappeared, and the tears vanished from Maggie’s eyes. Santa knew the family didn’t deserve this miracle. Their sinful ways had earned all of them a place on the top of his naughty list. Changing the gifts back had gone against Santa’s better judgment. It was worth it to see Maggie smile, but he wasn’t going to let the Simpson family go unpunished for their actions.
Santa gazed up at the top of the stairs with a furred brow. He pointed at the upper landing and snapped his fingers. With his magic done, he took the plate of cookies and the glass of milk from the mantle and sat down on the couch. He placed the plate between him and Maggie, offering to share before taking a bite from a chocolate chip biscuit.
*****
      “Every drop, baby. Give me every drop!” Marge groaned. She let herself fall onto Bart’s cock and forced every inch inside of her soaked cunt.
      “God, Lisa… Daddy’s going to blow…” Homer cried with his entire length buried in his daughter’s throat.
Neither Homer nor Marge noticed the wall between the bedrooms was fading away into thin air, and Bart and Lisa’s rooms becoming one long corridor. Without the wall, their hushed cries of passion were easily heard. And Homer and Marge’s eyes locked together as their children brought them to a climax.
      “Mom?” Bart asked. Marge froze in shock, unable to move as her son shot his cum inside her. Homer’s jaw dropped as he saw his wife naked on Bart’s bed while a blissfully unaware Lisa greedily gulped down her father’s seed.
      “Dad?” Lisa asked as the last spurt splashed over her cheek.
      “HOMER SIMPSON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Marge suddenly screamed. Homer’s dick came free of Lisa’s mouth as she panicked and quickly turned her head towards her mother’s voice.
      “M… Marge?” Homer stammered. “What are you doing in there? What… what happened to the wall?” Marge was furious. With Bart still hidden behind the headboard of his bed, she swung her legs over him and stormed naked into Lisa’s room. Bart rose to his knees and peeked over the headboard.
      “Bart?” Lisa asked.
      “Lisa!” Bart cried as he looked over into her room, his arm desperately trying to find his discarded underpants on his bed. The terrified look on Homer’s face quickly changed to a look filled with rage at the sight of his son, and he quickly put two and two together.
       “Oh, so you’re angry with me? What’s going on over there? Why are you naked in Bart’s room?”
      “DON’T YOU DARE CHANGE THE SUBJECT!” Marge seethed at him. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING TO LISA?” Out of all the things her husband had done, she could have never fathomed he would stoop this low. But Homer wasn’t going to allow Marge to get the better of him in this situation.
      “Probably the same thing you did to Bart,” he said, pressing his finger harshly into his wife’s shoulder.
      “Hey, back off, Homer!” Bart cried. He didn’t find his undies, but he quickly ran to his mother’s side to defend her.
      “Bart? You and… you and Mom?” Lisa asked in disbelief. She had no idea that her brother and mother were doing the same forbidden acts that she and her father did.
      “I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE AND AWAY FROM MY KIDS THIS INSTANT!” Marge screamed right in her husband’s face, but Homer didn’t budge.
      “NO!” Homer yelled back. “WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO YELL AND SCREAM AT ME WHEN YOU’RE DOING THE EXACT SAME THING?”
      “SHE’S… SHE’S YOUR DAUGHTER!” Marge cried. She didn’t expect Homer to stand up for himself.
      “AND HE’S YOUR SON!” Homer pointed at Bart beside her. “Face it, Marge. You’re just as guilty as I am in this! I saw you doing the same thing. You’re not going to make me the bad guy in this!”
      “WELL, HE’S TWICE THE MAN YOU’LL EVER BE!”
      “AND AT LEAST LISA ACTUALLY LOVES ME! CLEARLY MORE THAN MY WIFE!”
Lisa started to sob unbeknownst to her arguing parents. Bart stepped back into his room and grabbed his box of tissues to offer it to her. Lisa couldn’t look at her brother. She took one to wipe her eyes dry and another to wipe Homer’s cum from her cheek.
      “YOU’RE… YOU’RE A FUCKING PEDOPHILE!” Marge screamed at him. But once again, Homer didn’t budge.
      “AND YOU’RE NOT?” he scoffed at her. He lifted his thumb to his ear and spoke into his pinkie finger, his hand mimicking a phone. “Hello? Pot? It’s kettle here. Marge, you have nothing in this! You have no upper hand. You have no moral high ground. Face it! The only one that’s innocent in this family is Maggie!” Bart, who was trying to comfort Lisa, quickly lifted his head at the sound of Maggie’s name. He hadn’t been paying attention to the argument, but he couldn’t stop himself from stepping in.
      “YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!” Bart yelled at Homer. But as soon as the words escaped his lips, Bart quickly covered his mouth. His eyes were wide with panic as all gazes fell onto him.
     “You’re… you’re Maggie’s…” Lisa sniffled. She couldn’t even finish her question. Bart sighed and dropped his hands.
      “Yeah,” he muttered. Homer just blinked. He didn’t think this night could get any worse. He knew he should feel angry and betrayed toward Marge. His own wife had deceived him into raising a child that wasn’t his. But despite all that, only one reaction came to mind.
      “I don’t believe it,” he said. He lifted his gaze to meet Marge’s eyes. “You… that’s far worse than what Lisa and I have done. You… you hypocrite…” Homer was far calmer than he knew he should be. It was a complex situation; there was a lot to process. Maybe his anger and rage hadn’t settled yet. Marge wasn’t listening anymore. In the heat of the moment, the truth of Maggie’s parentage had slipped her mind. The world disappeared around her as Marge felt herself falling onto Lisa’s bed. She dropped her head into her hands and began to cry. Marge heard Homer talking to Bart right next to the bed, but her brain couldn’t distinguish the words amongst its grief. His voice was just… noise, random sounds that she couldn’t pay attention to. When she fell pregnant, Marge had decided to keep the baby and hope that Homer didn’t find out.
Marge opened her tear-filled eyes amongst her sobs. She knew that she had lost this fight; Homer was right. She had done worse, much worse. She had nothing to defend herself, not after that. She could see Lisa glaring at her between her fingers. The look on her face told Marge everything she needed to know; that she had lost the love and respect of her eldest daughter. In the light of everything that had happened, that was what made Marge want to crawl into a hole and die. Their secrets were out; their family was broken. Homer or Lisa would never look at her the same way again after this, and Marge knew that was the least of her problems. If a test was ever done… her life would be over. But as she witnessed her husband and son arguing in front of her, Marge realized there was only one thing she could do to try and save her family.
The argument between father and son was interrupted by the sound of something being dragged across the floor. Marge grabbed the foot of Bart's bed and pulled it into Lisa's room.
      “Mom, what are you doing?” Lisa asked.
      “The only thing I can think of to get us out of this,” Marge grunted as she positioned Bart’s bed next to Lisa’s.
      “Marge…?” Homer began.
      “Homer, shut up. It’s Christmas. I’m not going to let us argue over this anymore. Bart, get on your bed. Homer, get on Lisa’s.”
      “But, what about…?” Bart asked.
      “NOW, BART!” Marge yelled. Reluctantly, they both obeyed. Bart felt a little uncomfortable to be lying next to his naked father.
      “So, what are we doing?” he asked nervously.
      “Nothing’s going to change what happened, so we’re going to get this out of our systems. Together. Lisa, you’re going to show me how you take your father. Homer, you’re going to watch me ride Bart.”
      “Uh…Mom? Lying next to Dad isn’t exactly going to get me… you know, in the mood,” Bart said. Marge didn’t reply. Instead, she dropped to her knees beside the bed and took Bart’s flaccid shaft within her mouth. She could still taste their last fuck on his skin as she slid her tongue around his member.
      “Ooooh, but that might,” Bart groaned as he instinctively gripped his mother’s head. He heard the soft but jealous growl of his father next to him, and Bart didn’t dare look him in the eye. But Marge had her eyes focused on her daughter, glancing nervously between her and her father’s cock. Lisa didn’t feel too comfortable about performing in front of her mother and Bart, but she forced herself after seeing her mother’s glare and found the nerve to take up her father’s dick in her hand. And, just like Marge did with Bart, she too took it back in her mouth.
It was several awkward seconds before Bart and Homer grew hard again. But after a minute in his mother’s mouth, Bart was soon buried back inside his Marge’s pussy. Marge rode her son, her hands gripping the headboard and bouncing herself with her knees. Beside her, Lisa had taken her father’s cock within her body for the first time that night. Homer wasn’t that big, but his girth still stretched his nine-year-old daughter to her limit. Lisa pressed her feet down on the mattress around her father while lifting herself with her hands on his stomach. Once the four of them got into it, the awkwardness of fucking side-by-side had completely vanished. Marge and Lisa no longer cared they were riding their lovers so openly, but Bart and Homer still shared a slightly nervous glance. They both knew how fortunate they were. And even though his wife was screwing his son, Homer reached over and took Bart’s hand in his own. He smiled at him, offering it as a sign of peace and acceptance between them. The hard feelings towards Bart had gone, and he decided that he no longer bore any ill will toward the boy. Bart returned the smile and nodded before both turning back to gaze upon the faces of the women atop them.
Lisa had closed her eyes as she impaled herself on her father’s shaft. Sweat was dripping from her brow as the air around them started to feel warm, heavy, and sticky. But she opened her eyes again with a sudden jolt caused by an unexpected hand on her body.
      “Fuck!” Lisa cried, and she looked down at her crotch. Marge had reached over to lightly rub her exposed clit with her fingers. She quivered her mother’s touch while Marge’s other hand moved to Lisa’s flat chest. Bart had a massive grin on his face as Marge groped his sister. Lisa bit her lip and felt unsure of what to do. She didn’t stop riding her father, but she didn’t push her mother away either. But after a few seconds of consideration, Lisa spoke.
      “Fuck it,” she said. Lisa reached behind her mother’s head and pulled Marge into a kiss. Marge was taken back, surprised when she felt her daughter’s tongue entering her mouth. But she quickly and eagerly returned Lisa’s kiss. Their tongues entwined between their mouths, and Bart and Homer’s jaws dropped at the sudden make-out session in front of them.
Homer came first. He grunted and pulled Lisa down his shaft, the only warning he offered her. Lisa broke the kiss and let herself sink on his cock, her body being filled with the cum that made her. Bart propped himself up on his elbows and bucked his hips to meet his mother’s thrusts. Marge leaned over him, took his head in her hand, and fed him her breast. Bart came inside her seconds later, into the same hole he was born from, as he began to drink the milk that was reserved for his daughter. Lisa watched Marge breastfeed her brother and decided she wanted to do more with Marge than just kiss her. With Homer’s climax now swimming inside her, Lisa climbed off her father and grabbed Marge’s shoulders. She pulled her down onto the beds between Bart and Homer.
      “Hey!” Bart said as Marge’s tit was pulled from his mouth, and her pussy pulled from his cock. Marge was just as surprised but still returned her daughter’s kiss. But it was one that Lisa didn’t let linger. Lisa stepped over her mother and dropped between her legs to bury her face in her crotch. Lisa had never tasted pussy before, and it suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what to do. She had followed through with her idea without any plan; she couldn’t call on her experience blowing Homer with this. Lisa knew she’d have to improvise, and her tongue soon found the entrance to her mother’s used pussy. She heard Marge groan as she pushed her tongue inside and could straight away taste the traces of her brother's cum. Normally she would have thought it disgusting and gross. But Bart’s seed didn’t taste much different from Homer’s, which she swallowed multiple times a week. And rarely a day would go by where Marge didn’t feel Bart’s mouth on her pussy, but this was the first time she’d ever felt Lisa’s. The young girl was inexperienced, but Marge had become so horny that she’d knew she wouldn’t last long. Not to be outdone, Marge gripped Lisa’s ankles and pulled her legs over her head. She buried her face in her daughter’s pussy and tasted the familiar seed of her husband deep inside her folds. It wasn’t long for Marge and Lisa to reach their climaxes. And with their tongues buried as deep as they could reach, they came hard into each other’s willing mouths.
*****
The family couldn’t argue that Marge was wrong. The four of them had fucked away their hard and angry feelings. Homer lay content across both beds with his hands behind his head, while Marge sat on the edge of the mattress with Bart and Lisa sitting in her lap, both drinking from her breasts. She rested her hands on their lower backs and just enjoyed the relieving feeling of her milk being sucked from her body. Bart and Lisa smiled at each other as they drank. Bart reached for his sister’s ankle and placed her foot next to him on Marge’s knee, just so he could rest his hand upon her leg. Even though he regularly fucked his mother, he never thought of Lisa in the same way. And now, after seeing she was into the idea as much as he was, Bart wanted to explore the chance of sleeping with her too. The soft dimples on Lisa’s cheeks, along with the gentle smile of her eyes, told Bart that Lisa was thinking the exact same thing.
      “So, what happens now?” Homer asked. His anger and jealousy towards his son had vanished, and he watched with great interest as Marge breastfed their children.
      “Homer, I’ll be honest,” Marge sighed. “I don’t want to split the family up. I want to make this work for all of us. We’re all happy now; why don’t we just… keep going?”
      “And you’d be okay with that?” Homer asked as he sat up.
      “Homer, I still love you. I never stopped. But I love my special little guy too,” she paused to kiss the blushing Bart on his head. “But now we’ve got Maggie… we’ve just done too much to go back to normal.”
      “And what about me and Lisa?” he asked. Lisa rolled her eyes at her father’s poor grammar.
      “I know you love her,” Marge kissed Lisa’s forehead, “and I’d know you’d never do anything to hurt her.” Lisa pulled her mouth from her mother’s tit and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
      “Mom, you’re saying…”
      “I’m saying that as long as we’re careful, and we act appropriately around others, that I think we can live like this. All of us. As a family.”
      “You don’t mind me having sex with our daughter?” Homer asked, fearing that this was a trap. Marge gave him a reassuring smile and shook her head.
      “Not at all, Homie. As long as you don’t mind me sleeping with our son.” Marge said. Homer held out his hand, and Marge shook it, sealing their new and open lifestyles.
      “Deal,” Homer grinned. He pulled his hand from Marge’s grasp and placed it firmly on Bart’s shoulder.
      “And we’re going to have a little chat about Maggie too, okay boy?” Bart pulled away from his mother’s tit to face his father. He was always worried this day would come, but he felt he wouldn’t be in any trouble now for impregnating his mother.
      “Sure thing, Dad,” Bart nodded.
      “It’s getting pretty late,” Marge said as she ushered her children off her lap. “I think we should all get some sleep. It is Christmas, after all.” Homer looked at Lisa; his daughter was almost pleading at him with her eyes.
      “Well, Marge, seeing as you don’t mind, I think I’d like to spend tonight with Lisa,” Bart’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Ever since he had started sleeping with his mother, he had always wanted to spend the night with her. Marge grinned at him. She wanted it just as much as Bart did.
      “Suits me. You two can sleep in here. Bart and I will sleep down the hall.” Marge made her way to Lisa’s door and stepped out of the massive room. On another impulsive urge, Lisa quickly ran after her brother and grabbed his hand just as he stepped out into the hall.
      “Wait,” she said and pulled Bart’s lips against hers. He was shocked at first but quickly pulled his sister against him as they shared their first kiss.
      “If Mom doesn’t wear you out too much tonight,” Lisa said when she broke their kiss. She felt nervous, but she forced herself to ask. “You want to share a shower in the morning.”
      “Sure thing, sis,” Bart smiled at her. Lisa felt relieved and wrapped her arms around her brother. She was grateful that he accepted, but she pushed it further by whispering into his ear.
      “And when we’re old enough, I kind of like the idea of you putting another Maggie in me.” Lisa blushed as she pulled away, embarrassed that she had just admitted one of her deepest fantasies to her brother. But Bart simply smirked at her and pulled her back into another kiss. He heard Marge’s footsteps as she walked down the hall, and Bart pulled his lips away. He sealed his promise with a wink and closed the bedroom door and closed the bedroom door behind him. Marge stood in the doorway of her bedroom, patiently waiting for him.
      “Making plans with Lisa already?” she smiled and closed the door behind him.
      “You could say that” Bart smirked at her. They climbed onto the bed, and Marge pulled her son on top of her, their lips pressing together and their tongues meeting between them. They both knew that their kiss had begun the first of many nights that they would share with each other.
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