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Keeping Incest a Secret	By : Shep Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 91852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To thank you for your patience, this chapter is longer, with more plot development; it could very well be two chapters in one, but after all your support you deserve to be spoiled a bit. Thanks again, and reviews are always appreciated! This chapter is certainly different than the past ones, so you might not receive it as well, though I hope this is not the case. Please enjoy!

“…I don’t know what the hell you are talking about..but..” The slight hesitation made Bart’s stress level all too apparent; he was usually unflappable under these circumstances.

“Hahaha! Is that right..? I know all the imaginable details.”

“Huh…pretty tough talk for someone who can’t get laid if his life depended on it..you haven’t even said what it is that you know! I’m done wasting my time he--”

“Hm! Looks like you might be telepathic; your ‘getting laid’ statement is quite on the nose as a matter of fact. So, what’s your favorite part?” What was this guy’s problem?

“Do you just..say random things? What the fuck is--”

“I bet it’s one of the typical answers; the thrusting in and out of her snatch, or the cumshot.” Even Bart was beginning to feel terribly uncomfortable, his efforts to restrain the beads of nervous sweat cascading down his face met with failure.

“I don’t kn--”

“You’ve been fucking your own little sister. I know. I know everything about it.” That arrogant smirk appeared again, you could tell he was ever so proud of this one accomplishment, though the total number of his life triumphs could be counted on one hand. Silence pervaded for an unfathomable amount of time in Bart’s mind. He hoped the actual time was much less as he attempted one last attempt at denying this creep‘s alarming interrogation.

“What?? What the hell are you smoking?” He felt pretty convinced that his astonishment quality was at its best here. However…

“As I am eager to torture you with the few options you will have available after convincing you of what I know, just take a look at this, and you will have to admit that I have an overwhelming advantage.”

“You really like sounding smart don’t you, always have. I don’t know why…” Bart was cut off once again. A few clicks on his laptop, and the computer was turned so Bart could see the content.

“Quit teasing me!! Do it! Cum on me..!!“

“LisSSAA!! UNGGH!!“ The angle and clarity were alarmingly high quality as the cum streams were as easily identifiable as the identity of the two horny teens. The angle showed both Simpson siblings, with Lisa willingly sprawled out on the desk, tits in the air as she laid on her back, her tongue waiting for Bart’s semen. In another, more comfortable situation, this video would have had Bart content and happy, knowing he could see his sister drink his cum whenever he needed some hot masturbation release. But as that intense dread began to weight itself upon him, not even a slight erection was able to commence. He was royally fucked this time.

The angle zoomed in as different streams of cum overlapped her face as she struggled to please her brother by getting as much down her horny throat as possible. “Hmm..she swallows, doesn’t she? Pretty impressive; lots of other little sluts don’t so much as taste the stuff.”

Bart’s fast twitch muscles reacted quicker than ever before as he leapt from his chair and snagged him by the collar, intent on beating out whatever perverted plans this guy must have. He wasn’t particularly the most likely person Bart would’ve expected to do this, but then again, he wouldn’t be the least likely either; that middle ground is an area that many crime professionals fail to address.

“Hey! HEY! Lay a finger on me and I will click a button and upload this onto a newly created website. Everyone in Springfield will see this incest sex and you’ll be run out of the state, if not the country.” Hyperbole perhaps, but it was still a possibility. Bart reluctantly released the plump figure, who conceitedly dusted himself off as if to restore some physical aura that was invisible to everyone except his own ego.

“What the fuck do you want?” Bart was going to keep intimidating him as much as he could.

“Well, before we consider the options, let’s talk about your sister for a bit. How old is she again?”

“First of all, fuck you, second of all…” The antagonist distracted him, making an illusionary jab at the ‘enter’ key on the laptop that would send Bart and Lisa’s orgasmic adventure into cyberspace. “What the hell kind of question is that? You know how old she is, you’ve known her for..”

“Bart, please, I believe even your small mental capacity can sort out the potential damages your lack of cooperation might cause. So?”

“…She’s 13.”

“13, eh? Wow, so she couldn’t resist getting fucked any later than that…even today, most girls still usually wait until they’re 15 at least. In fact, the average age of losing virginity is actually going up, the whole world is trying to improve their decency and moral standards...and then there’s your sister. You must feel quite lucky. I am sure the feeling is not one of shame.”

Bart’s seething eyes forced him to take a drink from his water bottle in an attempt to mask a slight waver in his confidence, despite his advantageous situation. “Ahhh…that hit the spot. So, second question; how long have you been screwing each other?”

“You’re just gonna post all this shit on your website aren’tcha?”

“I assure you that if you cooperate, the website will remain defunct. So?” The tension was mounting, Bart could hardly bear to let this guy keep that smile on his face, but he knew that he wasn’t bluffing; past records contained all the evidence Bart needed.

“Argh…not long, a couple months maybe.”

“Hmm, just started then eh? I’m sorry to make you regret your actions so soon after you had experienced so much action.”

“You piece of shit.”

“I would think before calling me such names, Bart. I am giving you a chance to protect your secrets, any other shmoe with a similar amount of genius but with no conscience would have exposed you to millions of viewers by now. That is why I believe you’ll follow my directions.”

“What? Directions, what the hell are you..”

“Hahaha..HAHAHAA!!” The outburst was as disturbing as it was annoying. “Ahhahaha..I am sorry, I just am overcome with glee at this situation. I was going to keep this minor detail from you, but just to give you an increased view of how deep in shit you are, take a look at this clip.”

The foe loaded a new video on his laptop, this time showing…the Simpsons’ backyard! In the camera’s center sat the green Flanders tent, and the view slowly zoomed in, the exterior of the tent filling the image. Though no details could be made out, the shadows of Lisa’s pointy head and perfect breasts bounced up and down as she rode Bart’s dick, and muffled screams of ecstasy, especially from Lisa, could be heard through the tent. The video was fast forwarded, and resumed as Bart’s cock shadow could be seen hovering above the dirty little blonde girl, the muffled screams increasing as he blew his load all over her.

“As you can see, I even have footage of your earlier escapades. There is--”

“How the hell did you do this?? What the fuck is--”

“Be quiet!” The threatening finger motion occurred again, he was desperate to remain in complete control. “The ‘how’ I would rather not explain, you wouldn’t understand it anyway, I’m sure. Your sister though…she would grasp it immediately, she is quite smart, almost as much as she is sexy. I’m sure you’d agree with me, Bart?”

He had feared this of course, but now that the intentions were slowly being revealed, it took every ounce of the limited restraint in Bart’s reservoir’s to stop him from rearranging this guy’s face, even if the content would be spread.

“Quit this bullshit, tell me what the hell you’re after. If you so much as touch Lisa, you’re dead, even if it means all this gets put up on the internet.”

“Haha..I doubt you would ever have the balls to actually hurt me considering the consequences, but luckily for both of us, we won’t have to worry about that..just yet.”

“Huh?”

“I think I deserve Lisa much more than you Bart, it is only right. First of all, anyone could sleep with your sister and it would still be more morally correct than having her own brother pound her. And secondly, I am much more compatible with her, capable of making her happy on more levels than your penis-controlled brain.”

“You’re pushing it, you son-of-a bitch…”

“But before I put those potential plans into action, I am going to get a first-hand view of how wild she gets when she’s with her own brother.” That statement sounded absolutely stupid.

“Huh? Look at what you just showed me? What could be more firsthand than that?! Just take it and jack off if that‘s what it takes for your sick mind to be satisfied; leave Lisa and I alone!!”

“Fool..you really are simple-minded. Let me just show you this.” he pulled open a desk drawer and drew out a cell phone, but not anything ordinary. It looked custom designed, with an attachment on its side that even Bart knew must have delivered some special function to it.

“This is my own self-designed cell phone. Try it out. Use your own cell phone to receive the call. Can you get all that through your sex-filled brain?”

Bart roughly grabbed away the gaudy-looking phone from him, glad to see the slight shock in the guy’s eyes. The phone looked normal enough in terms of button functions; he dialled his own cell and held it to his ear as he spoke into the other.

“Hello?” He immediately jumped back. What the hell? He looked at his interrogator. A self-assuring smile spread across his face.

“Impressive, isn’t it? Say something else..”

“I’m gonna rearrange your face--” he was cut off though, as the initial reaction was strengthened even more as he heard the sound on his cell.

“Perhaps you see now? Every cell phone can store the owner’s voice within it with a voice recognition system. This device I’ve created taps into this system and modifies the user’s voice to sound like the voice stored in the voice recognition system, no matter who it is. Your voice sounds like mine because of this device. Surely that last sentence was simple enough for you to understand?”

“So what?? What the hell is the point of this?”

“Oh? You still don’t get it? Seducing your sister is going to be easier than I thought, if she was still willing to be banged by such an incompetent jock.” Bart’s fingers digged into the chair, trembling with rage. “Ok, how’s this? I am going to borrow your cell phone, and attach my genius device onto it.” A ton of bricks would not have had the impact of Bart’s sudden realization.

“!! You fucking bastard!”

“Ah! So you did decipher it before the minimalist explanation; that is one good sign, I suppose. Yes, I will call Lisa, and she will think it’s you based on the cell number, while my identity will be hidden under your rough, unintelligible voice pattern.” Bart could already see a major flaw in this plan.

“Heh, you think that’ll work? My ‘unintelligible’ vocabulary is fucking alien to you; you use so many big words and stupid phrases, Lisa will easily realize that it can’t possibly be me.”

“Perhaps if I hadn’t know you for as long as I have, that might be true, I will give you credit for that.” He seemed slightly surprised Bart had picked up on that minor issue. “However, I know how you talk, and I’m sure I can handle it, and if I need extra assistance…” He switched to the first video again. Bart was almost finished pushing his sister over the edge.

“…Do you like that, little sister..?”

“…aahhh..touch me…play with those tits…”

“I’ll just study these videos. It’s amazing the multiple uses I can find for things. What’s it like, being able to touch your own sister’s tits whenever you want?”

“I knew you’d ask that, you bastard; you couldn’t get the fattest prostitute in Springfield to get you off. You’re just jealous of us normal people.”

“My, my, how harsh. I can’t wait to get her fingering herself as I talk to her…it’s going to be sublime.” He already had his website up and his finger on the button, prepared for Bart’s onslaught, but it never came.

“..just get this over with..as long as you don’t touch Lisa..”

“Hahaha..you think this is the end of it? How typically naïve of you. For this first part, you still have a job to do. You need to take notes and listen to Lisa and I…you are going to listen to your own sister have phone sex with someone other than you. And if you fail to report the content of our conversation, I will simply respond by putting up the website.” The horribleness of this situation was growing exponentially greater by the minute.

“What?? How am I supposed to even spy on that; if she finds me, she’ll know it’s not me speaking, I’ll be sitting there looking dumb without my cell phone!”

“Ah, that would be true..however, you will simply use this.” He handed Bart a miniscule sphere, less than an inch in diameter.

“What the f--”

“Behold! The ultimate in spy equipment. It is a self cloaking, hovering spy camera. Controlled via this pad, equipped with a high resolution monitor that the spy cam automatically relays information back to via infrared waves, allowing you to see and hear the recording results firsthand. Zooming and movement controls are on the pad as well.” It looked like a portable game system, sleek and well-designed.

“..so THIS is how you caught us! But how did you know we’d be there!”

“I feel I’ve revealed quite enough of my genius for now, Bart.”

“You piss me off..you know that?”

“As you have done to me for many years.”

“…what if I just reveal this to Lisa and anyone else I want! I can prove you’re the psycho stalker creep that you are!”

“You would think so…but none of my equipment is traceable; I have custom designed it using materials I have found right here in Springfield; the sphere itself is heavily guarded with the latest in hacker-proof software; not even your sister would know where to begin looking to try to get a glimpse of the content, even if she was told what was in it, there would be no way to prove it. I would think you would not want to alarm your sister anyway, assuming you want to use her as a sex toy again.“

Bart couldn’t do anything, and it took every ounce of self-restraint to convince himself of that. The villain continued.

“Even if you were intelligent enough to try to find someone else while you were recording something, the spy LCD screen would automatically go blank; the control panel’s motion sensor is attuned so that only one person, the user, can approach within 10 feet of the panel. This protects the spy from any outside interference. And even if there was a way to view the sphere‘s content, need I remind you the stakes? I would simply put your sexual adventures on the web, which is also protected; no one can trace the root to my server. You will be the center of attention, as many teenagers jack off and finger themselves watching two siblings fuck each other’s brains out.”

“Fuck…you really don’t have much of a life do you? Other guys can get T and A in 10 minutes with any kind of effort, and here you are spending god knows how much time to pretend to be someone better than he is!!”

“Everyone has their own talents and enjoyments; ruining you and your sister just happen to be quite high on my list. Now get out of here. You will tell Lisa that you’re attending Lewis’ party tonight; it’s a good cover-up…she‘ll miss you, as I‘m sure you planned to bang her tonight, I would bet she‘s wet already.”

“How many people do you spy on? Do you have any real life at all?”

“Shut up. I will phone Lisa at 10:30 tonight. Find a place where you can get an optimal view of your sister, but not arouse suspicion, or I will push this button and ruin your life. Oh, and take your laptop with you. If you comply, perhaps I will refrain from sending you that terminal shutdown virus again.”

“You haven’t even looked at it or fixed it! What the fuck--”

“Ahem..” that damn enter key was ready to be pushed again. Bart made sure to slam the door as hard as he could on the way out.

…….Earlier….

“Mmm…Bart..can we keep having sex like this?” She held his hand as they walked back from school, taking the backway where no one ever travelled.

“Hell yeah! Lis, I’m telling you, things only will get better…my cock will get bigger..”

“mm..hehe..my tits will get fuller..you can slide your dick right in-between them...”

“Oh baby…I can tit fuck you?”

“Mhmmm..” that seductive smile never failed to make Bart hard.

“Damn Lisa…I was so scared to even hint at it before..but now I can’t stop staring at your tits or your ass. No offense to your beautiful eyes.”

“Hehehe…its ok. I told you, I want to be as good of a slut to you as I am a good sister…if you want my body, just take me.”

“Heh, if you say so Lis…”

“I’m serious. I can’t get enough of you controlling me like you just did today…I love it all. Your cock, your cum, everything…”

“I want to keep doing this too Lisa..but you’re not just my slut you know...I really do love you…corny as that is for me to say.”

“I love you too…I just love you in a few more ways than most sisters love their brothers..”

The moment was right for that rare innocent, close-mouthed kiss. While it was true the vast majority of their talk, actions and glances were attached with sexual themes now, they were still brother and sister, willing to admit that they loved each other on a level that was more than superficial.

Nevertheless, home life was almost torture for the siblings; kept in proximity for so many hours without any opportunity to let their hormones dictate their actions. Showering together, for example, was an experience they had still not enjoyed; even when both parents were out of the house, they feared that with the rushing water and screams of sex, they might not hear the telltale noises if Homer and Marge had come home unexpectedly. They wanted to share nude photos of each other with their cell phone cameras, but what if they lost them and someone found them? End of the world. So imagination was their only resort as they settled in their beds most nights, fuelling their often compulsive masturbation; and even then their passionate moans had to be stifled with their parents mere meters away. So many restrictions, with consequences too heavy to risk getting caught.

Tonight, Bart had a plan to dismantle some of these inadequacies. After Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday had gone by without either of the Simpson kids able to play with each other, he knew Lisa would be giving her own body some attention tonight. His cock already rock hard, Bart gracefully swung out his room’s open window, scampering along that long-hanging tree branch as he had done so many times before, ending almost at the base of Lisa’s room’s window. He was pleased to find instant gratification. Bart’s little sister squirmed as she watched herself in her mirror, her bra cups being held tightly to her tits as her hands swarmed those mounds. Her eyes briefly opened whenever a particularly sharp sense of pleasure coursed through her.

“Fucking rights…look at her body…I’m so damn lucky. What a set of tits..”

Bart couldn’t stop himself. Perched somewhat awkwardly on the branch, his hands went underneath his shorts, slowly jacking off his cock as his sister kept up her routine. It was well past midnight; the street was dead; no one would see. Going 3 days without seeing Lisa’s tits and pussy was simply too much.

Her bra flew off as her breasts bounced free, and her panties followed soon after, but her nipples and snatch would have to wait a bit to be pleasured. She saw some faint movement out of the corner of her eye, and after a split second of panic, her dirty smile reappeared as she saw Bart wanking right outside her window.

“hehehe…you just couldn’t resist could you..” Bart couldn’t hear it, but it turned her on, so she said it. She got to her knees and shook her tits for her brother to see, licked her fingers, then glazed over her nipples with saliva before dipping one set of fingers into that exposed snatch. She bent backwards, letting Bart see her open hole as she rapidly played it, slapping her clit time after time.

“Oh yeah..slap that pussy Lis…you‘re naughty..you know you fucking love it…” Bart’s fist grip worked steadily as his sister continued to give him what he wanted. She settled down slightly, waiting for his response, making sure to give him the full view of her horny developing body. The huge tent in his shorts kept growing as he slowly slid his shorts down, first the base of his cock was visible, and he could see his sister’s eyes following the shorts as they moved down; she was impatient; she wanted to see her brother wank himself off. He finally gave in and let it spring loose, and could see Lisa’s mouth gape wider.

She involuntarily stuck her index finger into her mouth, closing her eyes briefly to imagine that hot cock in her mouth once again. This silent masturbation was simply too hot for either sibling to handle; all the senses were focused on the other touching their own bodies; visuals were everything. Lisa pinched her nipples, her mouth clenched to keep the pleasure inside of her, while her pussy wouldn’t comply fully; pleasure was already leaking out in the form of her honey. She dipped her fingers in it and smeared it on the window for her brother to see, and spread some more on her enlarged tits, her nipples shining with fluid. As she scanned her body up and down over and over, Bart’s position became less restrained; he lay down on the branch, cock in the air, fisting it over and over, precum staining his hands.

“Oh god Bart..yes..keep jerking off…fuck that’s hot…mmmm..cum for me big brother..“ Fast and abrupt, just like her breathing. Lisa knew he wouldn’t last. She got up and put her tongue to the window, playing with her tits, bouncing them from side to side, up and down, one then the other, waiting for her brother’s load. Her mouth was moist, open, her long sexy legs sweaty and spread wide as she stood; it was simply incredible. Bart felt himself getting close to the edge, and cautiously stepped towards the end of the branch and aimed his tool right at the window. Lisa would have drank it all if it wasn’t there, but as it was, Bart was turned on too much by the sight of his little sister enjoying her body that his sperm couldn’t take it. He shot off load after load of cum, spraying onto Lisa’s window, directly opposite the spot she had spread her juices. He knew the little details of his sister; her pupils dilated as she saw the white streams hit the window; her body tensed, and Bart knew she had found a similar release, her nipples rock hard as she squeezed her breasts tightly, spraying tiny bits of juice, but not nearly as much as her pussy, which would make for an agonizing clean up. That minor inconvenience was nothing, Lisa determined, as she looked at her brother’s cock one last time, dripping a bit more cum on the branch, before he stealthily climbed back across the branch and into his room. She nearly passed out, her body filthy with sex, exhausted from the sin. She dipped her fingers into her mouth and let some of her honey back into her body, knowing Bart would have wanted her to end it that way.

Bart awoke the next morning to a note on the headboard of his bed.

“Thanks for the surprise Bart, I really, really enjoyed it ;). Don’t worry, I got rid of the evidence; I wanted to lick your cum off the window but..well you know how clean this place is; ugh! Hehe sorry, I killed the mood I know. See you at the breakfast table!”
-Lisa

What an amazing sister.

And now, he had to see her get herself off to someone else. His own sister, who had given him access to every part of her wonderful body, was going to feel her little snatch moisten and her perky nipples harden, listening to the sex talk of a guy who was so completely not like Bart…the older Simpson sibling shuddered as he often did when that feeling of sheer disgust surfaced.

And of course it would be technology’s often inconvenience that would cause him to enter a world of espionage and further deceit. Bart’s laptop inexplicably malfunctioned as he sent one of his lustful emails to his sister. Further attempts to start it resulted in a black screen with “terminal virus detected”. It was excruciating. Photos, cell messages, etc. were still off-limits for the siblings, but they couldn’t resist dropping each other some cyber-arousal material when one of them was bored in class (either Bart from lack of interest or Lisa for already knowing everything being taught). The privacy a laptop afforded each of the siblings was vital to keeping their relationship healthy. With Homer and Marge both still home very often (what with Homer’s random job firings and Marge’s eternal pursuit of the stereotypical housewife role), Bart and Lisa couldn’t spend much time at all in each other’s rooms; even their parents would suspect something (Marge, anyway). Writing out letters manually was too risky to do very often (not to mention absurdly slow). He needed that damn computer to work.

As much as it pained him, Bart had to visit the fellow teen’s house; he offered complete computer repair for minimal charge; Bart suspected the greatest reward the guy got was from bragging about his knowledge while tearing other people’s self concept down, since technology and science were basically the only fields he could outperform most in. As Bart had yet to find the motivation to find a part-time job, this was a logical, Homer Simpson-esque solution.

He arrived at the house and entered his ‘office’, which was basically a large spare room he converted for his own purposes. The general uneasiness attributed to venturing into a nerd’s recluse escalated into something far worse when Bart saw the extremely unattractive fellow. He sat up straight in his chair and spoke.

“Ah, hi Bart! Need help satisfying your sister?”

………………..

Now here he was, already pained by lying to his sister about where he would be tonight. He could see the anger in Lisa’s eyes as she stopped playing with his dick from inside his boxers, trying to seduce him right there with Homer and Marge out for the night. Her hand warm like his cock, her mouth wet with saliva, conditioned to moisten at the possibility of incest sex. She still kissed him good-bye as he left her room, and the softness returned to her eyes when he promised he’d call her from a safe place. Even this was a lie, Bart knew, and he could barely stand it; which was ironic given his mastery of the guilt-free fib routine.

Half an hour later, Bart waited, safely out of sight in his well kept treehouse (the repairs and maintenance were done by Bart of course; Homer would have spelled its doom years before). He regretfully turned on the device, and watched as the sphere hummed, as if a miniscule laptop would upon start up. It hovered in the air, and after flashing twice via two LED rings around it, cloaked itself, leaving Bart to monitor its view by his control panel viewer. He turned on the audio, plugged in the headphones (the audio input only registered with the jack plugged in; no one outside of the user could hear anything) and resigned himself to whatever awkward feeling would surface as the clock moved ever closer to 10:30.

He controlled the sphere much like a flight simulation, smoothly guiding it to a stop right outside the window of Lisa’s room. She had cleaned off her pussy juice and Bart’s cum; makign the window nice and clear, and her room was well lit. The view centered in on Lisa, zooming in to give a clearer view of the beautiful blonde girl. Her hair was still wet, fresh from the shower, and she had just quickly thrown on a T-shirt and some shorts for the lounging hours of the night. Those sharp, suggestible curves of her chest and ass flooded Bart’s vision. It was simply amazing how well developed she was. Her body had almost kept up to her marvellous intellectual development.

Her cell phone on her dresser flashed. It had begun. Before even answering the phone, Bart could see her eyes light up with excitement as she viewed the info on the viewer, thinking it was him.

“Hey Bart…” Her voice was already seductive. “Your party night is already so boring that you had to call me..??”

“Heh, what can I say; sex is more stimulating than video games..” Ugh, it disturbed Bart how accurate that device made the voice sound; it was indistinguishable.

“Hehe…even if it’s.. phone sex?”

“Well..I could just hang up and..”

“No! No…it’s just that we’ve never..done it..this way before..”

“First time for everything, right?”

“I’m always open to new ideas with you, Bart…”

“As open as your hot pussy was at school?”

“Oh my godd…yes my baby..I just thought about that again today in the shower…I was going insane..”

“Mhmm..the shower eh…haha..do tell!”

“Haha you’re such a dirty boy..”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Hehe..touche’…but yeah..I just thought of your hot cock pounding me..and I just starting going crazy..”

“How about some more details, sis.”

“Ha! Since when were you a sucker for details?”

“It depends on the topic…sex is better with more details..”

“Wow…hehe you never used to ask for so much description before…but ok..I was spraying the water all over my nipples thinking about you…and onto my pussy..it was incredible; my body just started shivering..and then I started touching myself..”

“Ohh fuck yes…keep going..”

“Ahh..I started grinding my ass against the shower wall and kept going faster and faster..my tits just bouncing up and down..and I kept my fingers going in and out of my pussy.”

“Mmm..you must have really been wanting me there with you..”

“Oh god Bart you have no idea..I was moaning your name and I just kept playing with my body until I almost exploded..and then the fuckin hot water cut out and I had to get out..”

“Awe…so you didn’t get to cum..”

“No..I was pouting a bit..but..I’m still horny now…and I bet you are too after hearing that..?”

“I was touching myself a long time ago..”

“Mmm…touching that hard dick eh…that’s so hot..what are you wearing?”

“…” In all his genius, he failed to anticipate this almost inevitable question; a standard phone sex inquiry.

“Bart?”

“Uh..what..does it matter..I’m taking it off pretty quickly picturing your little hot body on me.”

“AAhhhh…yess…I can see those sweet abs..and the huge triangle your boxers are making hiding that huge cock..”

He relished the fact that he was in control, and continued.

“That’s what I’m down to sis..stroking my dick, up and down, up and down..”

“mm!! Yes! Keep going Bart..mmphh…I’m fingering myself again..”

“You like this, Lis?”

“AAhh!! Yes!! Can you hear my fingering?? Mmm..so wet…”

Bart cringed; this was everything he had feared. He watched his sister buck her hips up and down with her fingers locked inside of her spot, as her body shuddered back and forth with sinful desire. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen her this horny, not even when they were physically together. Since they hadn’t tried this before, any previous comparisons that might have tipped Lisa off that it wasn’t him on the other end of the line weren’t there; and that pervert had free reign to say whatever he wanted.

“Ugh..I wish my cock was filling your mouth instead of my fist, you horny little slut..”

Lisa was too lost in her sexual inhibition to be even slightly offended.

“Yes….!!! I am your slut big brother….oh god…I wish you could just lock me up..spray cum on me all the time..fuck I want that cock so bad…”

“Are you naked now?”

“Just a t-shirt, let me throw that off…holy shit..my nipples are so hard..” Bart never saw Lisa strip that fast before. Her tits bounced out, pink nipples erect and moist.

“Do it..mmm.. play with yourself..fuck I am wanking so hard..”

“Yes..!! Do it Bart..picture my hot tits in your mouth and your cock in my cunt..I’m losing control…oh my god…!!”

“God damn..I wish I could cum on you right now!!”

“Me too! Fuck..you could do it anywhere baby..on my tits, in my fucking wet pussy..”

“..in your mouth?”

“Yess!! Mmm I’d swallow every last drop..”

“Even in your hair?”

“Aahh!! Wherever..you Waannntt!!” Much like that perpetual motion machine she invented, her fingering just went faster and faster; her 13 year old body quivering, bouncing, tits flopping, ass humping, pleasure mounting..peaking.. “That would be so good..!! Bart..I--I’m cumming!! I’m CUM--CUMMING!!!! MMMMmm!!!!!”:

“LIS-AAA…Oh shitt!!! Ahhh!!

They climaxed simultaneously; one beautiful talented girl and one overweight sicko, releasing their sex fluids as they lost contact for a few seconds, pussy juice and cum spraying everywhere. He nearly dropped his phone, while Lisa realized she’d need to hurriedly clean her bed sheets after this uninhibited pleasure left its mark on a wide area of the bed.

Bart meanwhile, could hardly believe his eyes or ears. If there was such a thing as a bad orgasm, he’d had it; his sister was possibly never that..loose…with her own body as she was in those past minutes, a professional slut would be hard pressed to talk as dirty and lose herself as Lisa just had, but she had released her honey talking to an abhorrent, twisted loser. It was enough for him to unload copious amounts of cum on one hand, and shudder with revulsion on the other.

“Ohh god…Bart…that was incredible….please come home soon..I miss you..”

“….” he was still getting over the orgasm; the afterglow of the climax overwhelmed him.

“Bart…talk to me baby…”

“Y-Yeah; I’ll be home quick as I can Lisa..gotta clean up first though.”

“Hehe..you don’t have to clean yourself up flawlessly..I like the smell of your cum…mom and dad’ll be back soon though; I’d better go…bye! I love you…”

“Love you too babe..”

Click.

Wow.

Bart had to bring himself back to reality, and set himself to the arduous task recording the data he had just heard. Note taking was never an enjoyable activity; especially less so when having to describe your own sister having phone sex with…that. After getting as many details down as he could, he looked at his sister once more, saddened that the carefree sex they’d enjoyed up to this point might have reached its end.

Lisa examined her sticky fingers as she stretched out on her bed. This was incredible; the sex was going to get even better, she thought; just like she and her brother had planned. Bart was undoubtedly falling in love with her even more; her body quivered, not in orgasm, but in awe of the paradise she found herself in. Physical bliss was powerful; even her Buddhism practices struggled to provide such release and contentment. In a world where taboos and paranoia ran rampant, Lisa marvelled in her unknowingly false notion that this incest would continue to reach new extremes. Instead of her usual pessimism guarding her against the worst possible scenarios, she was becoming lustful, wishful, wanting more and more pleasure. She licked off her fingers and let her body recharge, not knowing that reality would once again come crashing down to crush her brief stage of pure bliss.

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