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Halloween Camp Out	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 22578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of 20th Century Fox and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

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LIsa's Story
Stay out of room 237. That was the warning that the Van Houten's were given. The hotel's chef insisted nothing was in there, but demanded that the door remained closed.
Kirk had won the staff lotto at the cracker factory and he and his family were named caretakers of the Overlook Hotel in Colorado. They had the whole place to themselves for the winter months. With the nearest town 25 miles away, the Van Houten's were well and truly isolated from the outside world. Milhouse was having the time of his life. He had the whole massive hotel to explore. Every night he could stay in a different room, and could go for days without seeing his parents if he wanted to. He could jump on the beds in the presidential suite, eat all the ice-cream that he could handle in the kitchen, and even ride the luggage trolley's though the hotel's foyer. As long as he didn't break anything, he was free to do as he pleased. But Milhouse's first thought was of his friend Bart. He knew that Bart would have loved to share the hotel with him. It's endless halls of mischief, countless rooms to play in, and the hidden staff areas to explore.
The Van Houten's had been there for a month, and the snow was starting to pile up around them. While looking though one of the many store rooms, Milhouse found a couple of old bikes. He brushed the dust and cobwebs off one of them and wheeled it out into the hotel's laundry room.
"Milhouse, where did you get that bike?" Luanne asked as she poked her head into the room, watching as her son used a hose to clean its wheels.
"I found it in a storage room. I'm cleaning it so I can ride it through the halls. Can I Mom, can I please?"
"Well at least you thought to clean it first. Just be careful not to break anything." Luanne smiled, loving that she could afford to offer her son so much freedom in this place. She left the room and closed the door behind her. Milhouse could hardly contain his excitement. He rushed to finish washing and drying the tires before carrying the bike out into the hotel's halls. He took the elevator up to the second floor, swung his leg over the seat, and began to pedal.

Milhouse rode his new bike though the long halls of the hotel. He stood on the peddles, feeling himself just drift along the carpet beneath him. He rode past a trolley laden with plates and cups that stood by an ice machine, and a thin rolled up mattress next to a dumb-waiter. Milhouse squeezed the breaks as he turned the corner, and pulled the bike to a quick stop. Standing at the other end of the hall, were the last two people he ever expected to see. Sherri and Terri Makleberry, the twin sisters from his class. They stood there hand in hand, just staring at him. Milhouse froze, his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. The girls just looked at him, almost as if they were waiting for something. But Milhouse didn't move, he just stared at them in disbelief.
"Hello Milhouse," they said in unison. Their voices sent a small chill up his spine. He didn't answer them. Sherri and Terri shouldn't have been in the hotel, they couldn't be. Milhouse was told that his family were the only ones who would be staying there.
"Come and play with us," Sherri and Terri spoke again. And again, Milhouse said nothing. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that something wasn't quite right. He could just feel it.
"Come and play with us Milhouse." For a split second, the whole scene changed in front of Milhouse's eyes. One moment the girls were standing there, the next they were naked and on their knees, plunging vibrators between their legs and gasping as they brought themselves to orgasm. Milhouse blinked, and Sherri and Terri were standing again as if nothing had happened.
"Forever..." Milhouse saw Terri licking one of the toys, sucking it into her mouth and cleaning it off with her tongue. And in the blink of an eye, they were standing again.
"... and ever..." The twins appeared in a sixty-nine position. They had their hands gripping each other's ass cheeks as the lapped away between each other's legs. And once more, they were standing at the end of the hall again.
"... and ever." Sherri was on her side, propping herself up on her elbow. Terri lay on her back on top of her sister's legs. Together, the two girls rubbed their insatiable pussies, and Milhouse could see a thick blue tube between them, buried inside them both. Milhouse pulled his glasses from his face and quickly wiped them with the hem of his shirt. By the time he put them back on, Sherri and Terri had vanished. They were no longer standing in the hall, they were no longer fucking each other, they were no longer talking to him. They had simply vanished.
"What the hell is going on here?" Milhouse muttered to himself. He climbed off his bike and walked it to the next corner, peering cautiously around it. The hall ahead of him was empty. There was no sign of the twins. He sighed as he turned back to rest his head against the wall. He didn't know what he'd seen, or what it meant. But when Milhouse opened his eyes and looked in front of him, he noticed something... odd. Directly across the hall was a door, only slightly ajar, with the room key in its lock. The door to room 237 was open.
"Hello?" Milhouse called into the room as he pushed on the door. It silently swung open, revealing the forbidden room behind it. His hand roamed the wall until he found the light switch, and the lamps in the room flickered to life. There was no sign of activity in room 237. Its purple couches didn't look like they had been sat on in ages. Milhouse made his way up the steps into the bedroom, hearing the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
"Sherri? Terri?" He gulped, calling through the closed door. Slowly, Milhouse turned the knob, took a deep breath and pushed it open. He closed his eyes, expecting the sounds of the shrieking twins, screaming and yelling at him to get out. But there was nothing. Not a sound, not even the sound of running water. Much like the rest of the hotel, room 237 was deserted. As he stepped back out into the hall and pulled the door closed, Milhouse heard the sound of the twin's laughter echoing though the halls. But there was no sign of them. As quickly as he could, Milhouse jumped on his bike and rode back towards the elevator.
*****
That night, Milhouse found himself unable to sleep. He decided to spend the night in Kirk and Luanne's room, sleeping on the couch. They were on the eighth floor, six stories up and in the opposite wing to room 237. But as he lay awake in the dark, he found himself unable to shake what he had seen in the hall. He couldn't explain it. First the twins were standing there, then they were naked with each other, using toys and rubbing against themselves. His glasses lay on the coffee table beside the sofa, and he rolled to his side to reach for them. Without them, the digital clock on the far side of the room was nothing more than a few blurry red lines. As his fingers touched the frames, he felt a cold hand grip his wrist.
"Not so fast Milhouse."
"You won't be needing those tonight."
"Sherri? Terri? What are you doing here? Mom! Dad! Help!" Milhouse screamed. The grip on his wrist was surprisingly strong, and he found his arm to be completely immobile.
"Oh they can't hear you Milhouse. It's just you and us now," Terri said. Milhouse couldn't see her in the dark, but he felt the surprising kiss that she forced onto his lips. Terri's tongue slipped into his mouth as the blankets were pulled from Milhouse's body. He felt his pants sliding down his legs and fingers wrapping around his shaft. Blood rushed through his penis as he became erect at the twin's touch. The fingers disappeared, and replaced with the warm, moist feeling of Sherri's mouth. Milhouse couldn't deny that he was enjoying this, but he still didn't understand what was going on.
"I... I don't get it," he groaned as Terri broke their kiss. He felt her shuffling around on top of his body, finding himself unable to move.
"You went into our room Milhouse. And here we are now," Terri's voice emanating from the blurry darkness that was Milhouse's vision.
"But you weren't in the room. No one was!"
"Oh we were there Milhouse. We were watching you," Sherri said. She pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to speak.
"No, no! Let me go! You're not supposed to be here! Let me go!" Milhouse cried as he struggled within his immobile body. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying the feeling of Sherri's mouth, but not like this. Not unable to see them, or understand why they were there.
"Oh we're not letting you go anywhere Milhouse. You went into the room, and now you're going to play with us. Forever and ever. Now how about you put that mouth of yours to good use, instead of wasting it on talking." Milhouse felt something press against his lips, and straight away he thought Terri was kissing him again. He expected to feel her tongue forcing its way into his mouth again. But there was something different this time. A different smell, and a vertical slit. By the time he realised what it was, Terri and grabbed his head and pressed him against her crotch.
"Come on Milhouse, be a good boy and use your tongue for me. My sister'll make it worth your while," Terri grinned. Milhouse hesitated, completely unsure of which twin was which. But he still found himself obeying. Reluctantly, he pushed his tongue into the slit above his mouth to receive his first taste of pussy. Terri's slit seemed to open up easily around the muscle and the young girl began to grind her hips on his face.

True to Terri's word, Sherri pulled her mouth from Milhouse's dick. She climbed over his body and straddled his waist, rubbing her slit over the head of his cock.
"You feel this Milhouse?" Sherri asked.
"Mmmppphhhh," came Milhouse's muffled reply.
"Because it's identical to the one you're eating now. Most guys would kill for twins, you know? Two identical pussies," Sherri grinned as she gently lowered herself down his length, "both at the same time." Sherri didn't give Milhouse the chance to relish his first time. As soon as she sunk down his length, she placed her hands on his chest and started to bounce herself up and down. Milhouse's shaft was surrounded with Sherri's warm and moist insides, while his tongue lapped over those of Terri. His tongue bathed in her taste and her dampness was smeared over his lips. He still couldn't explain the strange phenomena he saw in the hall, but he no longer cared. He didn't want this to stop, ever. He soon found that he could move his limbs again, and he placed his hands on Terri's legs. But Terri moved them up to her waist.
"Atta boy Milhouse. Just like that," Terri said as she rolled her hips over his mouth. "Sherri and I will teach you just how to please a woman. You'll be a pro at this in no time." Milhouse blushed in the darkness, and even though his face was buried in Terri's crotch, he still felt that she could see his cheeks turn red.

Whatever this was leading to, Milhouse could feel it building up... quickly. The strange sensation in his groin felt like it was rising, almost like it would shoot from his shaft. Somehow, Sherri could sense it. At the last moment, she dropped herself back down onto Milhouse, feeling his cock twitch inside of her. Milhouse's first orgasm burst from his cock and erupted into her body. His groans were muffled around Terri's cunt, but he found his hips bucking up against the young girl as he came inside her. Sherri climbed off his waist, just in time to enviously watch her sister reach as small orgasm. Milhouse's lips, tongue and chin were bathed in Terri's orgasmic juices, and she allowed herself to slide off his face and onto the floor. Only partially satisfied, Terri picked up his glasses and placed them in Milhouse's hands. The blue haired boy fixed them to his face.
"Come with us," Terri whispered as Sherri pushed open the room's door.
"Where are we going?" Milhouse asked as he pulled up his pants and stood from the couch.
"Just come. You'll see," Sherri grinned. Without questioning why, Milhouse followed the twins out into the hall.
*****
"Kirk, it's been a whole day. I've looked everywhere. I can't find him." Luanne said into her radio. "And I can't see any tracks leading from any of the doors outside. But it could have snowed during the night. We'd never find him."
"Luanne, calm down. I'm sure he didn't go wandering outside in the middle of the night." Kirk tried to reassure his wife through his radio as sat in front of several monitors. "I'm just in the security room, and I found last nights surveillance tapes."
"What do you see? Oh God Kirk, can you see him anywhere?"
"No, but I've found the footage of him leaving our room."
"So where is he? Where did he go?"
"Just a minute Luanne." Kirk said, his eyes fixed on the screen. He watched his son walk though the hotel's halls toward the elevator.
"Was there anyone with him? Perhaps he was following someone, or being led."
"No, just him. There's no one else. I see him in the elevator. He got off at the second floor."

Luanne was on her way back to the room when she heard Kirk's message and she ran to the lift. She franticly tapped the button with her finger. It felt like forever before the doors opened.
"I'm heading there now," she said as she pressed the 2 button. The doors closed and Luanne had the agonizing wait of travelling between floors. But finally, the doors opened again and she ran out into the hall.
"Okay, I'm on the second floor. Where did he go?"
"Just a sec... Okay. He used the elevator at the opposite end of the floor to where you are. He's walking down the hall...." Luanne ran through the corridor towards the other lift. Her eyes quickly darted upon one of the black domes on the roof, and she knew that her husband could see her as she made her way across the floor.
"Wait, stop!" Kirk's voice came though the radio. "Right there, the door on your left. That's where he went." Luanne reached for the door and turned the knob.
"Milhouse?" Luanne called into the room. "Milhouse, are you in here?" She heard nothing, she saw nothing. This was just another empty room in the hotel. The lounge, bedroom and bathroom were all empty. There was no sign of her son.
"Kirk, he's not in here." She panicked.
"Well I haven't seen him come out yet," Kirk replied. "Have you looked everywhere? Maybe he's in the closet or something." Luanne began her search of the room. She checked every possible hiding place that she could see. In the closet, the green bathtub, under the bed and behind the curtains. But there was nothing. She couldn't find him.
There was no sign of Milhouse in room 237.
**********
"So... what happened to him?" Jessica asked. Lisa just shrugged her shoulders.
"Who knows? Maybe he just vanished, maybe he's dead, maybe he ends up in a photo taken in the early 1920's."
"Creepy," Bart whistled. "Wait until I tell him about it at school."
"Is that before or after you tell him about my blowjobs?" Lisa asked, almost glaring at her brother. Both Jessica and Allison turned to look at Bart.
"One time Lis. That was one time."
"You tell Milhouse about you and Lisa?" Allison asked.
"Well he was there when we started. He kept nagging me about it so I told him about this one time, and he probably used it to jerk off pretending that he was me."
"That's... kind of weird." Allison said.
"Well what else do you expect from a kid who's parents are cousins?" Lisa asked. Allison's jaw dropped as she turned back to face Lisa.
"No way." She gasped. "Really?" Lisa just nodded.
"Hey, if that's what the child of a cousin is like," Jessica piped up, "then how do you think the child of a brother and sister is going to turn out." Jessica smirked, she meant it purely as a joke, but Bart and Lisa looked at each other in shock.
"That's.... that's too soon to be worrying about that," Lisa protested.
"I don't know Lis," Jessica said. "Once you turn teenager you and Bart best start thinking about your lives together. At the very least, you should probably start using protection," Bart and Lisa exchanged worried looks, which did not go unnoticed by Allison.
"Um, Jessica. Isn't it your turn for a story?" she rapidly asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, Alli. I think it is." Lisa, without saying anything, held out the torch so Jessica would have to stand up to get it. The reverend's daughter flicked it on and pointed it at her face.
"Alright Lisa, this one's for you."
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