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Love Is In The Air	By : LordKuyohashi Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 18572 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The steam bore the sweet, candied smell of the apple-honey shampoo running in ever-thinning curtains of foam down Terri's lavender tresses, the water washing her lathered scalp clean as she massaged a kink out of her lower back. The hot shower felt good this morning, erasing the haze of sleep, chasing off the chill of the previous night, when she and Bart and Lisa threw off the blankets and tried to keep themselves warm with nothing but their shared body heat and the gleaming patina of sweat. Last night - a smile came to her lips, her tongue caressing the pinkish flesh and finding a faint, stale tang of pussy juice and dried cum there - last night had been a prolonged blur of motion and sound, sensation and emotion. The dull, delicious ache as Bart parted her pale asscheeks and spread her puckered asshole with his hot, velvety hard cock, the heady tang of Lisa's fluids spraying against Terri's waiting tongue.
She teased her hand down her smooth, glistening belly, moving her slender fingers through the tangle of downy mauve fur crowning her cleft. She wanted to plunge her fingers into her aching, nearly-numb depths, to relive the rigorous pounding she had endured last night and this morning, the feeling of Bart's member buried deep inside her, of Lisa's hand, slick with pussy juice and spit, stretching her thick, pink lips wide, until her legs buckled and her brain shuddered.
As she traced a finger along the edge of her steaming hot slit, a liquid gurgle from her stomach snapped her back to reality, and with a heaving sigh, she pulled her hand away from her mound, turned off the water, and reached for the towel hanging just outside the shower. Terri massaged the towel into her dripping mop of hair, an undercut she was learning to take proper care of after having shared a hairstyle with her twin sister for so many years, and slipped into the fluffy-duck yellow terrycloth bathrobe she had borrowed from Lisa, and with a longing shudder, she pushed down her lust, wrapped her hot, slender fingers around the warm brass doorknob, and swung the bathroom door open to the smell of pancakes cooking downstairs.
Blueberry pancakes, as it would turn out, with Bart manning the flipper this morning. As Terri stepped into the kitchen, the cold morning tile making her catch her breath, she admired her paramour's posterior profile - while not 'muscular' by any definition, Bart did have some tone to his body, which Terri frequently delighted in running her tongue across. This morning found Bart sporting a barbecue apron, and nothing else, giving Terri a delectable pre-breakfast feast for her eyes. She smiled, watching Bart sway his hips back and forth as he flipped pancakes, mindlessly humming to himself.
Terri leaned into the doorframe, arms folded across her chest, her teeth pressed against her lower lip as she watched with enamoured amusement as Bart went about his business, unaware of his audience. Slowly, softly, she heard the words to his song, as he became bolder in his singing, letting his slightly off-key voice rise over the sizzling of breakfast on the griddle.
"I've got a harem, got some girls in love with me.
Yeah, I've got a harem, and they live just to please me.
All around in my hometown,
They're begging me to dick them down.
They say they want me to pump 'em full a' cum
And give them loads of daughters and sons.
But I say, oh now now,
I've got a harem! But I swear it's still monogamy!
Fuck yeah, I've got a harem! We do it all collectively!"
It might have been the passion Bart put into his singing, or the way he swung his hips as he danced along the counter, stirring pancake batter and flipping flapjacks, or, more likely, it was the sheer temerity of the song, but Terri couldn't contain her laughter anymore, and let out a shrill, airy giggle that made Bart snap around a full one-eighty in utter surprise. He fumbled the flipper, his cheeks turning purple with embarrassment, and Terri straightened up, smiling adoringly, clapping in appreciation of the impromptu performance.
"Oh, bravo, Maestro! Encore, encore!"
Bart hastily dipped down to pick up the flipper, clearing his throat as he rose and rinsed it off in the sink. "Shit, Terri, you scared the hell out of me. Let me know when you're standing there, willya?"
Terri padded into the kitchen, ignoring the cool floor tiles, and slipping behind Bart, pressing her enrobed tits into his back, her hands wrapped around his waist. "Oh no, baby, I wouldn't have missed that performance for anything." She hummed the tune of Bart's song softly, her lips at his ear, her hands slipping under his apron to caress his bare chest. "I had no idea my man was so talented. You should sing more often, baby. With some work, you could be amazing."
Bart coughed to the side, trying to hold his composure despite the gossamer touch gliding down his belly to his unfettered cock. "Oh no. I might have done the song and dance thing as a kid, but the Puberty Fairy took all that away from me. When my voice dropped, so did any potential musical aspirations I might have had."
"Awww, too bad, baby. I like your voice." Terri's fingers wrapped around Bart's cock, stroking it to fullness under the apron. "I'd like to hear you sing some more for me."
Bart cleared his throat, and pulled away with some effort, turning back towards the bubbling blobs of batter browning on the stovetop. "I've got to watch breakfast, hon. Can't let it burn."
Terri pouted as Bart pulled away from her, licking her slender fingers of the precum and cocksweat she had managed to coax out of her lover. Leaning against the counter, letting her cleavage fall open to reveal one pale nipple, she teased Bart with her hidden nakedness. "Mm, where is everyone else today, honey? Usually this place is a bouncy castle of activity. I don't think it's been this quiet since I got here."
Bart flipped a pancake over, sighing with soft relief that he had saved it from being burned to charcoal. "Homer's at work; Mom and Selma went shopping, said something about them needing new bathing suits or something. Lisa's on some top-secret errand, she wouldn't say what for."
He scooped up two pancakes that had already cooked to golden perfection, and slid them onto a nearby plate, placing the plate safely on the breakfast table. "And Maggie and Ling are - " he jerked his head towards the kitchen window; looking outside at his goading, Terri saw the towering oak tree in the backyard, swaying gently, the treehouse haphazardly nestled in it's branches rocking and shaking. "They spent the night in there, and they haven't stopped bumping rugs since."
"Oh Bart, honey," Terri purred, curling up against Bart's back again, her long nails skating circles around his nipples, "They're in love. Haven't you ever been in love before?" Bart's ears turned hot pink, and with a sheepish smile, he turned his face to Terri, and wordlessly pulled her lips to his. She sank into the kiss, her toes curling as her tongue slipped into Bart's mouth, seeking his out, his fingers burying themselves in the damp curtains of her hair, her eyes closed as she melted away from the world. A hand, strong and broad, touched against the small of her back, and she felt herself being pulled deeper against Bart, a fluttering sigh caught in her throat.
It wasn't until the acrid-sweet smell of burning blueberries caught her nose that the kiss was broken, with Bart hurriedly pulling the griddle off the stove, twisting off the burner and a string of invectives to voice his displeasure.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!!"
Cue the smoke alarm screaming it's objection to breakfast's demise, and Bart opening the back door to herd the sour billows of smoke outside. Terri swung a chair from the breakfast table into position, climbed up and swatted at the screeching device stuck to the ceiling, ending it's teeth-shattering caterwaul, although a furtive warble did threaten to renew the noise.
Bart dropped the blackened griddle into the sink, dousing it with cold water and scraping at the caramelised batter blot with the flipper. Terri watched him muttering curses under his breath, and, reaching out to him, gently placed her hand on his back. He slumped his shoulders, then threw his head back, chuckling to himself.
"Well shit, there goes the breakfast in bed I had planned."
"Oh?" Terri's eyebrow arched upwards in pique. Outside the treehouse squeaked and shuddered and a hissing moan came up from inside. "And who would be getting that treat today?"
Bart rubbed the back of his neck, and swallowed hard. "Well...since it's just the two of us, I thought...you know, I can do nice things for people sometimes. Without expecting to get laid all the time."
A surprised smile crossed Terri's lips, and her eyes lit up with a sparkling joy. "Bart Simpson," she was practically chirping now, "were you trying to be romantic with me?"
"It's no big deal, Terri, I do nice things for people sometimes. Just don't go, y'know, reading too much into it."
"What's there to read? One of my fuckbuddies wants to treat me to breakfast in bed. Seems simple enough, right?"
From the furtive, kicked-dog glance Bart gave Terri, his face almost pressed into his chest, Terri realized this was the wrong tactic to take. She silently kicked herself, clearing her throat, and shaking off the moment with a wave of her hand.
"Well, then I suppose I should be back in bed, hm? That is where the lady receives the gentleman's gift, is it not?"
Bart pulled his head away from his chest, his smile sheepishly returning. Terri spun around, her robe flaring at her hips as she skipped out of the kitchen. "I mean, it can't be 'breakfast in bed' if I'm not in bed, right?"
She quickly spun back on one foot, her movement and her flaring robe giving Bart a full view of her firm breasts and the lavender carpet crowning her sex. "Oh, but no syrup. It's way too sweet, and I've had the Canadian stuff, what we call 'maple syrup' in this country is just sugar goo."
Bart grinned like a little idiot, reaching for the plate of pancakes on the table. As Terri climbed the stairs, she leaned over the railing, looking back into the kitchen.
"And don't worry, honey, I'll keep the robe on. No teasing, no screwing, just...this. Niceness. I like that."
Terri's footsteps vanished upstairs, followed by the door to Bart's room closing, and the frame of his bed sagging under a body's weight. Picking up the plate of pancakes, and a nearby glass of orange juice from the counter, and setting them gently on a small metal tray he had found in the cupboards, Bart headed upstairs, humming to himself as he went.
Bart found Terri reclining on his bed, her left leg slightly angled up, the sash on her robe precariously tied. She looked up at him as he opened the door, juggling the tray in one hand, her eyes wide and happy and more than a little impish in their glimmering demeanour. Bart took a moment, digesting the sight before him - he had seen Terri in his bed before, and seen her in far less clothing than a bathrobe, and in far more delicate a state than she currently was, but now, there was an aura in the air to which he was unaccustomed, a heaviness, a...he didn't know the word.
"Well," Terri's voice had taken on a breathless quality that made Bart's skin tingle, "I'm waiting, big boy."
Bart's breath caught in his throat. Why was he like this? This shouldn't be anything to him, not after the long, sweaty nights he and Terri had....
He stopped that thought, feeling his cock under his apron begin to stiffen. He quickly set the tray across Terri's lap, and set the silverware next to the plate, taking a step back quickly as if to avoid being bitten.
Terri smirked at his skittishness, and, picking up the knife and fork, began cutting into the small stack.
"So, honestly, what's the deal? Do you do this for Lisa, too?"
Bart propped himself against his dresser, smoothing out his apron and hoping his cock didn't make too much of an outline against the material. "Not really. I mean, we tried a few times, mostly for her birthday and such, but she says she hates getting crumbs in her sheets."
Terri's cheek pudged out, stuffed with torn pieces of blueberry pancake, a wry smile on her lips. "And yet she has no problem with the three of us soaking her sheets in sweat, cum and pussy juice on the nightly. Well," she motioned to the stack of pancakes before her with her fork, "she doesn't know what she's missing. Seriously, I have never had fluffier pancakes, what did you put in them?"
Bart awkwardly rubbed his neck. Few people ever praised his cooking - most were surprised he even could cook - and he wasn't used to positive reinforcement like this. "Nothing special. I just sub out eggs for yogurt. Sometimes I'll add a little ginger ale, but you don't do both, yogurt and ginger ale, that curdles the batter."
Terri folded the last bit of food into her mouth, letting the blueberries burst against the roof of her mouth before chewing and swallowing. Finished, she neatly slid the fork and knife onto the plate, handed the tray to Bart, and shifted on the bed, letting the robe slip open a bit, exposing more of her full chest to him.
"Mmm...Bart, that was good, thank you for that."
Bart murmured something, most likely a "think nothing of it," or a "my pleasure," his eyes locked on the downy mauve strands carpeting Terri's bare slit. She cooed, stretching out on the bed, splaying her legs wide and setting her feet on the floor, her arms extended overhead. "Mmmph, I could really go for some dessert now."
Bart's eyes zeroed in on Terri's pussy, dewdrops of arousal forming on her lavender bush. His mouth felt dry and scratchy, and he struggled to find his tongue. "I-I didn't--"
"You didn't do something nice just to get laid, I know. But you did do something nice, and let's be honest here, Bart, I'm addicted to your cock and if I'm being completely frank here, I think I deserve something for showing enough self-control not to ask you to jack off on the pancakes so I can eat them with your hot, thick load."
Bart let out a light chuckle. "You wouldn't..."; he stopped. He knew better, she absolutely would have, and they both knew it.
"Oh yes I would. You know just how perverse a girl I can be. In fact, I think the only person in this house who beats me in being a dirty sexual deviant is Lisa, and that's only because I've been too busy getting your cock and her tongue up my cunt to even ask for someone to fist me."
She reached out for Bart, her fingers curling into a continuous wave, goading him closer to her. Bart swallowed, and straightened up, his hand behind his back, his thick digits fumbling at the apron strings, undoing the knot and letting the cover fall to his feet. His cock was already hard, jutting up from his body, and with a staggered step forward, he placed himself between Terri's knees, seated on his bed and looming over her.
"We don't have to-" Bart's voice was a soft whisper, as if he didn't want the universe to know that he was even capable of turning down sex.
Terri giggled. Bart was being such a boy right now, shy and reserved and not at all like he usually was, and she found it simply adorable. "No, but we will, because we can." She arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed and thrusting her pussy upwards, the room filling with the heady, sweet smell of her arousal.
"Mmmph, god, Bart. Whose pussy is this?" Terri was grinding her head against his pillow, writhing in anticipation, the late morning air making her glistening slit shiver. Bart, hadn't been listening, his gaze enraptured by the spasmic gasping of the pussy held before him, almost to eye level. The way her crinkled, gossamer-thin labia pulled to the side, the slow extension of her hot pink love button as it's hood pulled back, revealing the seat of her pleasure - Bart stared in rapt fascination at Terri's brazen display, and without thinking, dipped his lips to her overflowing cup, sliding his tongue along her entrance before slipping it inside.
Terri let out a hissing gasp as Bart's tongue made contact with her moist cunt, first teasing the outer lips, then plunging into her warm, wet depths, the swirling motion he made causing her vision to blur and her skin to hum. Her hand shot up to his head, her slender fingers curling into the golden mass of hair capping his head, and pulled his tighter against her weeping gash. Bart made muffled sounds, almost as if he were gargling into Terri's pussy, the vibrations and the motions of his tongue hitting her like a bolt of lightning, making her clutch at the mattress and gasp in long, low, wet hiccups.
"Aaaahshit! Oh shit, yes!" Terri's voice was a thin, airy whistle, barely recognizable as words, as she flung her head back at the sensation of Bart's tongue against her inner walls. "Lick me! Suck me! Eat my pussy deep!"
Bart said something - or simply moaned into Terri's sopping gulch - and the vibrations from his voice made the splayed-out girl shudder and writhe in ecstasy, her feet sliding down his back and drawing him in closer, tighter, forming a more perfect seal around her twat. Bart's breathed through his nose in deep, sharp whistles, the air brushing against Terri's mons as he inhaled and exhaled; he tried to regain some control over the twitching, kicking girl feeding him her cunt by pulling his hand away from his throbbing hard cock - a Herculean effort by any measure - and slid it along her smooth legs, her soft flesh tingling under his touch, adding to her heat, until it came to a rest just above her full, meaty asscheeks. Terri hissed her surprise when she felt a stubby digit invade her netherhole, Bart's thumb pressing into her tight, pink pucker until the star-shaped muscle surrendered and opened for him, accepting him warmly. Terri gyrated and mashed her soaken slot against her lover's face, trying to force more of her anal tunnel onto Bart's hand, managing to coax him into slipping another finger into her ass, then another, and another, until he was wrist deep up her colon.
"Gyaaah! Ah fuck!" The windows rattled at the sudden increase of volume as Terri shrieked. "Oh shit, Bart! Warn a girl when you're about to turn her into a fucking sock puppet!"
Bart pulled away from Terri's pussy, his face glazed and glowing with the sheen of her oils, a shit-eating grin literally plastered on his face, as he flexed his fingers deep inside her guts. "What, and spoil my fun?" He licked the trail of pussy syrup from his lips, watching Terri's cunt convulse and throb in absence of his attention.
"Mm, well if you want some real fun, get up here and stuff that pussy with your cock, baby. I need you back inside me, need you fucking me deep."
"Wouldn't you rather have my tongue back in your pussy, babe?"
Terri squirmed and twitched as Bart twisted his wrist inside of her. She clenched her muscles around his hand, as if trying to draw his entire body into hers.
"Mmf, my pussy's on fire," she gasped, her eyes wild with lust. "I need you to hose it down now, Bart! Cool off my scalding hot cunt, please!"
With some effort, Bart pulled his hand from Terri's ass, withdrawing it with a wet pop. Her distended pink ring slowly shrank down to it's normal size, and Bart shifted up the bed, moving up Terri's body, kissing his way up as he went; her knees, her navel, the space between her breasts, the nape of her neck, before pressing his tangy lips to hers. She moaned at her own flavour, her knees parting to accommodate Bart further, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him into her.
As Terri devoured Bart's kiss, sucking on his lips, robbing him of his breath, his slick, reddened fingers fumbled and stoked the embers of her burning snatch, rubbing deep, greasy circles around her entrance, enjoying her muffled whimpers that turned into shocked yelps of muted pleasure as he slapped her aching cunt once, twice, thrice, quarce (which may or may not be a real word, but does that really matter right now?) , before he braced himself above her, hand on the wall to support his weight, his cock near-to-bursting and sitting at the gates of her ecstacy in ravenous anticipation. Terri cooed as Bart flexed his hips inward, pushing his manhood against her eager cunt, groaning as she opened up to receive him, to accept him. Her fingers dug into the meat of his asscheeks, pulling him into herself until he was completely settled in. The sensation of fulfilment, the rush of endorphins making her vision blur and her breath quicken, the weight of Bart's body upon hers and the heat of his rod as it pushed wide the walls of her clenching, hungry cunt, all served to make her body sing and tingle and burn; quickly, she hooked her ankles over Bart's kneepits and shimmied herself down the bed, groaning as she pressed herself into her lover's embrace.
Bedsprings creaked and whined as Bart began pushing himself away from the wall, then pulling himself back up along Terri's body, digging his cock into her depths, then dragging it back out, watching her shudder and gasp with every jolt and movement. Terri dug her nails into Bart’s shoulder, hissing as he sank back into her, the end of his magnificent cock tapping against the throne to her divine femininity.
The bed thumped and bounced as the two occupants rutted and fucked and humped and screwed against each other’s body, breathless coos and gasps of sheer pleasure accompanying the squeaks of bedsprings, the banging of bedframe-against-wall, the harsh, animalistic grunting of two entwined lovers fucking their bestial little brains out like the perverse fuck-monkeys they were.
Terri pulled Bart’s chest to hers, squishing her tits against him, drawing his face into her neck, her lips at his ear. She nipped at his earlobe, pulling it, stretching it with her teeth, before releasing it and hissing breathlessly to him, “I want it, Bart. Give me that hot, hard cock. Fuck my cunt deep, baby, fucking breed me!”
Bart clenched his teeth, raised Terri’s leg onto his shoulder and drove himself hard and deep into her, his hips slamming into her like a hydraulic press, pushing the air out of her lungs as he threw himself against like a crashing wave against the rocks.
“You girls! And your! Obsession! With getting! Knocked up!” Bart barked in between explosive thrusts into Terri’s cunt, the room shaking and rattling from the force of his powerfucking.
Terri whined pathetically as her lover slammed himself into her, her pussy stretched, her inner walls massaging his cock, milking him, a thread of saliva running down the side of her face as she struggled to form words.
“Ah shit! Mmmf! Ffffuck! Just –mfffaaah! - just imagine my tits! Getting bigger!”
Bart grinned like a wolf at that thought - Terri was already the bustiest of his stable, and the thought of her tits expanding excited him. He dipped his head down, taking Terri’s left nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, worshipping her tit, spurred on by her perverse coaxing. Her fingers raked through his sweat-soaked hair as he nursed on her, her cunt muscles flexing and squeezing his steely cock, refusing to let it slip out of her. Suddenly, Bart pulled away, and in a mad dash of motion pulled her crosswise along the mattress, flipping her over onto her stomach. Giggling as her tits mashed into the bed, air pushed from her lungs, Terri lifted herself onto her elbows, looking back as Bart got into position, his cock in hand. She wiggled her ass invitingly, sticking out her tongue.
“Mmm, god yes, take me from behind, baby. Ride me like a fucking donkey, Bart, please!”
Bart chuckled as he pushed himself against her scalding hot cunt, pulling her back onto his cock by her hips. Terri gasped, and pushed herself up, pressing her back into Bart’s chest as she felt his girth filling her up. She managed to lift a foot onto the bed, and the two began thrusting against one another, Bart lowering himself to get a good upward angle as he pistoned his cock in and out of Terri’s vagina. Terri humped back at Bart, her eyes blurry, her face flushed and burning as sweat drizzled down her chin, running between her jiggling tits, the force of their mutual fucking making her body rack and quiver, struggling to stay upright as her lover mercilessly used her body for his own pleasure.
Bart ran his fingers down Terri’s stomach, lingering over her belly as if taking a moment to imagine it swelling with his seed, then continued down to her cleft, to where they were connected. The patch of hair that topped her sex like smoke around a mountain peak was slick and sticky with dew, the greasy mixture of sweat and arousal staining his touch as he brushed airily against the engorged cap of her clitoris. As soon as contact was made, Terri shuddered and spasmed, her hiccuping grunts melting into long, agonised howls of ecstasy. Bart threw his free arm over Terri’s shoulder, propping her up against his chest, their hips uncontrollably pumping back and forth against one another.
“Fffffuck! Ah fuck, Bart! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah shit, fucking wreck my cunt!”
Bart didn’t hear Terri’s vulgar plea; the only sounds filling his ears were the rushing of his blood through his veins, and the slapping of her ass against his thigh. His mind was completely focused on the liquid jiggling of her ass against his body, as the two of them shoved themselves against one another; the sensation of warmth, of tightness, squeezing down on his cock in undulating waves as Terri’s quim milked his shafted, tried to wring his balls of his hot, lifegiving seed. He needed more of her - more of her heat, her taste, her touch - and his body reacted by reaching up, sinking his fingers into her soft, supple titflesh, squeezing and groping and tormenting her breast, her face turned up to his. Lips locked, and tongues entwined, and Terri’s fingers joined Bart’s at her swollen, burning love button, fiddling with her nibben, rubbing it, letting their mingled juices run down her legs as in one final, savage push, Bart bellowed into his lover’s hot mouth, his cock spewing it’s thicky, creamy load deep into her womb.
Terri felt the surge of cum flood her guts, her mind counting off the spurts as they came.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Each shot of jism into her womb made her body shudder; the idea that just one of those loads could find her waiting egg and seal the deal, finally knock her up with Bart’s baby, made her eyes roll back in her skull and her skin tingle with cold anticipation. Bart staggered back a step, his arms falling limply to his side and robbing Terri of the only physical support she had, and she belly flopped onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. Bart swiped his hair back, cords of sweat wicking from his hands and running in thin threads down his back.
Terri let out a long, rasping sigh, attempting to catch her breath. Her cunt convulsed, and a blast of cum spasmodically spurted from her numb, abused cunny lips. His brain and body demolished by the exertion, Bart laid down next to his lover, kissing her sweaty, steaming neck and placing a hand on the small of her back, feeling her perspiration pooling into the divot just above her plump, warm ass.
It was a few minutes before either of them had enough rest to speak, and when they did, it was Terri’s voice that piped up first.
“I think I need another shower, now.” Her voice was tired and raspy, but her tone was contented and warm.
“Hmph.” Bart coughed into his hand, and cleared his throat, fighting to keep awake after ejaculating his soul into Terri’s womb. “Or we could just run the outside hose over ourselves, save on the heating bill.”
Terri pushed herself off the damp, musky sheets that now covered Bart’s bed, giving a weak, impish smile. “You just want to watch me walk downstairs naked.”
“Honey, I want to watch you do everything naked. But I’m not wrong - Mom and Dad have been kind of complaining about the water bills lately. Makes sense - eight people in the house means more showers and more laundry and more dishes, and given how often we all pair up and fuck, that’s even more laundry and showers.”
“You guys need a pool.” Terri traced a nail down Bart’s chest, sketching out the faint contours of his muscles, stopping just at his navel.
“Ugh, we’d be floating in post-fuck soup, no thank you. Besides, the last time we had a pool, I broke a leg.”
“Mm, I remember. Fucking Nelson, making you fall like that.”
Terri rolled onto her back, resting her head on Bart’s shoulder. “Well, maybe we could set up a sun shower. You know, those outdoor showers they have at the beach so people can wash off the sand? They can’t be that expensive to build, and I’m sure Lisa has some ideas on how to set up a water source that won’t run off the main house’s line. She was all about that environmental stuff, right?”
“Yeah, she was a regular Captain Planet. We’ll ask about it, but for now, it’s probably best if we not use hot water.”
Terri stewed on the idea for a few seconds, then reluctantly peeled herself off of Bart’s body and sat up, pushing herself to her feet. Her legs were wobbly as she stood up, and she offered one hand to her beleaguered paramour, the other one slapped onto her leaking pussy, trying to dam up any leakage. “Alright, fine, the hose it is. I kinda want to show off to the neighbours just how well my man fucks me, anyway. Make Rod and Todd especially jealous.”
Bart rose up from the bed, and pulled Terri in for a kiss; not a deep, devouring, soul-sucking kiss, but rather a simple, loving peck on the lips, erasing the puckish grin she had worn only seconds ago. “You’re just a little minx, you know that?”
Terri slipped out of Bart’s grasp, playfully caressing his ass as she passed him out into the hall.
“You know you love me, baby.”
“Damn right I do.”
That froze Terri in her tracks, her eyes wide. Bart had never said he loved her. “You…what about Lisa? And Maggie, and Ling, and-”
Bart took Terri’s hand in his own, leading her downstairs. “There’s enough to go around.”
Terri stared at him for a beat, stunned, then smiled. “Right. Because you got a harem, right?”
“Oh god.” His face turned red, and Terri found herself falling in love with him all over again.
Terri slumped against Bart as they descended the stairs and turned towards the door to the backyard. “You forgot I heard that, didn’t you baby?”
As the pair walked into the living room, Terri softly sang to herself, just loud enough for Bart to hear, and to regret so many of his artistic choices.
You got a harem, you got four girls in love with you.
Yeah you got a harem! And that’s twelve holes that you can screw!
“I beg of you, please stop.”
As Terri opened the door to the backyard, stepping out into the late morning sunshine, she turned to Bart, and kissed his nose. “Aw, am I embarrassing you, baby?”
“No, it’s just that I would hate to have to sue you for infringing on my copyright. That’s the sort of thing that could put a dent in our whirlwind romance.”
Terri bit her lip, and quickly grabbed the green garden hose laying in an uncoiled heap by the house, turning the water on and playfully spraying Bart with a wide jet of cold water. Bart reached for the hose, trying to shield his face from the aquatic assault, and blindly grabbed at Terri’s arm, pulling her to his chest, her squealing, him playfully threatening to spank her.
Pressed together, his hands on her back, hers on his waist, the garden hose aimed skyward so that an umbrella of chilly water cascaded down over the two of them; Terri slid the water-logged curtain of hair out of her face, eyes locked with Barts, their skin puckering up under the cold spray. She swallowed, and leaned against him, her forehead resting on his chin.
“I love you too, Bart.”
The pair of them stood there in the grass, cold water raining down on them from the hose, holding each other for what felt like hours.
But then…
“Hey, you’re getting water in the treehouse, you sexy naked assholes!”
Bart and Terri looked up to see Maggie, hair matted down with water, looking like a drowned cat. Sure enough, the hose had sprayed into the treehouse, and seemingly woke the two cousins who had been sleeping off a night of sapphic entanglement. And Maggie was, to put it bluntly, pissed.
Terri dropped the hose, letting the spray go wild for a few seconds while she turned off the water. “Sorry about that, Maggie!”
Ling appeared, hanging halfway out the treehouse window, wringing water out of her top, her hair soaked through, her nipple stiff in the pre-noon air.
“Fucking hell guys, you couldn’t have found a better way to wake us up? An alarm clock, some coffee, a fucking blowjob, anything that isn’t an ice shower?”
“Sorry, Ling.” Bart called up to them “We’ll make it up to you somehow!”
Ling slapped her drenched shirt against the side of the treehouse, then draped it over the windowsill to dry, grumbling to herself.
“Yeah yeah, you’d better. And I don’t just mean by fucking our brains out, we get that anyways. It had better be something good!”
Maggie perked up at the thought of extorting recompense from her brother, and raced to the entrance to the treehouse.
“Ooh! Can you make golden chicken?”
Bart nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
Maggie turned to her cousin/girlfriend, a little-kid grin on her face. “You’ll love it. Trust me, he makes golden chicken, and you’ll forget that you woke up thinking Elsa squirted all over you.”
Ling hung out the door frame as Maggie descended the rickety wooden ladder to the ground.

”What the hell is golden chicken? And why would that make up for ruining a good sleep?”
“It’s a thing Bart does sometimes, but he hasn’t in a while. He makes this really yummy chicken dish, I don’t know all what goes into it, and he could set the house on fire, run over our dog and give my Rainbow Brite FunkoPops away to orphans, and as long as he made golden chicken, I’d forgive him.”
She dropped the last few inches to the ground, revealing to her brother and Terri that she was completely naked, and that she and Ling had been up all night drawing designs on one another with sparkly gel pens, if the gold and silver swirls covering Maggie’s plump ass cheeks were any indication.
“It’s that fucking good.”
Terri nudged Bart playfully. “So you cook a lot, do you? Not just pancakes?”
“Bart made pancakes?” Maggie almost gave herself whiplash with how quickly she turned around. “Are there any left?”
Bart shook his head. “Sorry, the last one was burned beyond all recognition, and Terri ate the ones that came out alright.”
Maggie’s lower lip quivered in an exaggerated manner, making Terri think of a small cartoon child who’s just been told that Santa wasn’t real. Bart reached out to his baby sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But if you check to see we have all the ingredients, I’ll make golden chicken for tonight, deal?”
Maggie nodded energetically and sprinted into the house, leaving the other three standing around, holding their metaphorical dicks in confusion. Bart sheepishly smiled at LIng, who was running her fingers through her soaked hair, shaking the excess water out onto the grass.
“Again, really sorry about that, Ling.”
“Eh, not the first time this week I’ve had someone spray me awake. At least this time it was actual water, and not Maggie rubbing one out over my tits.”
Bart and Terri both made a token effort to hold in their laughter, but gave it up after only a few seconds. Ling stuck her tongue in her cheek, trying to hold it together, but eventually, she cracked and doubled over, laughing in the harsh, coughing way she had inherited from her mother.
“Oh fuck, I cannot imagine Maggie doing something like that? Lisa, maybe, but Maggie? She just seems so…”
“Innocent? Yeah, she is. Until she shoves her tongue up your butthole. That girl is really taking to lesbianism like a fish to water.”
Bart chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, speaking as someone who has also shoved their tongue up your butthole, cuz, I gotta say I can’t blame Maggie.”
As if drawn to the mention of her name, Maggie poked her head out of the kitchen window.
“Bart, we’re out of almost everything! When did Mom do shopping last?”
“Mph, probably a few weeks ago, for that picnic.” Maggie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head at her mother’s uncharacteristic irresponsibility. Bart stepped towards the house. “Okay, we’ll make a list and go shopping then, alright?”
“Just you and me?” There was a glimmer of hope in Maggie’s voice - she and Bart hadn’t spent much time together since the picnic, his attentions consumed by Terri and Lisa, and Maggie’s by Ling.
Bart stopped and turned back to his lover and cousin. “Did you ladies want to come with?”
Terri shook her head, while Ling moved over to the picnic table, arms stretched behind her back.
“Nah, it’s alright hon. You go spend time with Maggie, someone’s gotta stay here to wash the sheets.”
Ling laid her head down on the table, her arms as her pillow. “I’m good. Gonna sun myself a bit, dry off or something. You guys go have fun, try to refrain from fucking in the supermarket.”
She watched Bart slip inside the house, then called after them, louder. “Or at least see if you can steal the security video, so we can all watch!”
Terri watched as the door closed, and turned to sit at the picnic table, shifting uncomfortably on the wooden bench, eager to avoid any splinters in her bare ass.
“Hmmm,” Ling purred, stretching her arms across the table, her joints cracking as they popped into their proper place. “Sun’s nice today.”
Terri didn’t say anything. In the distance, she heard the front door close. She inhaled, filling her lungs with the sweet summer air, and slowly rose to her feet.
“Well, I should get started on those sheets, I suppose.”
Ling’s arm reached out for Terri, gripping the pale girl’s wrist. “Wait, relax for a while with me.”
With a sudden surge of strength, Ling pulled Terri down onto her bench, an arm around her hips.
“Uh, Ling, I gotta…”
“Hold on.” Ling straightened herself out, locking eyes with Terri. “It’s funny, we’ve been living under the same roof for a while now, and outside our group fucks, you and me haven’t really spoken much.”
“Well…no, I supposed we haven’t. What did you want to-”
“Mostly I just wanted to see what my cousins’ mutual fuckbuddy’s cunt tasted like.”
Terri was taken aback, stunned by Ling’s forwardness and audacity.
Ten seconds later, she was sitting on the picnic table, legs spread, cooing and squealing as Ling kissed and sucked at her wet, aching pussy.
Bart’s bedsheets would have to wait a while to get washed, it seemed.
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