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-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
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Part One
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The characters of Bart & Lisa Simpson are Copyright (c) 1989 20th Century Fox
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and are used without permission.
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This story is Copyright (c) 1994 by Sunny D. Please distribute intact.
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WARNING: This story includes graphic nudity and sex between minor,
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consenting brother and sister cartoon characters in an incestual manner.
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You have been warned.
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First in a series of nonsequential stories.
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And now, let the story begin...
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Lisa sighed. Her parents didn't go out often as a rule, and it was even less
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often that they didn't go out as a family. But, time changes all, as Lisa
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well knew. She was 12 now, her brother Bart, now 14, and her little sister
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Maggie almost 6.
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Lisa glanced around the room, and out the window. Yup, she was definitely
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alone. Maggie was sleeping downstairs, and Bart was at Milhouse's
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(supposedly). Absent-mindedly, she put a hand on her hip, and a slight
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nervous twitch passed through her. Her hand slid across the front of her
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dress to her pubic region, as if testing the waters.
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She pushed her door closed, as a precaution, and gently unfastened the catch
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on her dress, and as it fell she felt the cool air of her room greet her.
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She fell back onto her bed, and relaxed her body. She pulled her left hand
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up to her chest, allowing her three fingers to drag across her firm stomach.
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Lisa took her fingertips and moved them around her breasts, circling her
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nipples. She reveled in the sensation as they responded in rapt attention.
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Lisa sent her other hand to her navel, and gently began to finger it with her
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pinky momentarily before creeping farther downward. She toyed with the
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elastic to her white cotton panties, occasionally darting a finger or two
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beneath the waistband.
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Meanwhile, Bart walked up to the house after an afternoon at the arcade.
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"Damn Nelson..." he muttered, looking again to the sticky Squishee stain on
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his shirt. He went inside, and kicked off his shoes at the door. He climbed
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the stairs, peeling off his shirt and shorts on the way, stopping at the top
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to slide off his socks. As he passed into the bathroom, he tossed his briefs
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behind him to the hallway, then turned, and closed the door.
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Bart started the shower, and jumped in. He quickly scrubbed the sticky
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squishee off of his shoulder before turning off the water. Soap in hand, he
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slowly and methodically lathered his wet body. Putting down the bar, he
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began to rub his soapy skin, enjoying his coat of suds. He stroked the
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insides of his thighs with one hand, and rubbed his buttocks with the other.
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This gentle action caused his penis to slowly arouse, erecting itself with
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the precision of a master architect.
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He lightly teased his loose scrotum as his shaft reached its full length,
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savoring the sensation somewhere between a tickle and a rub. He pinched at
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his awake nipples and grabbed at his boyish breasts as he sank to the bottom
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of the tub.
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He watched the muscles of his yellow penis contract, and thrilled at the
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dollop of clear precum that oozed from its engorged head. Deciding he could
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wait no longer, he deftly gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it's 5 inch
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length. After a few gentle strokes, he felt his muscles begin to tense. He
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pulled his legs toward him, and with his fingers traced the boundary of his
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sac to its base, and beyond until his middle finger found his puckered tan
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anus.
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He circled his boy button, and ran his fingers up and down his crack. Bart
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was near the brink now, and he began to time the strokes of his boyhood with
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the touching of his boy cunt. He felt it - the tingle of unescapable
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destiny, but he fought it, attempting to deny it. This pushed his sense of
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pleasure even higher until Bart knew he could resist no longer.
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Bart pushed the tip of his middle finger into is butt, and he shivered when
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he felt it penetrate his own sanctity, the walls of his anus tingling with
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lust as the yellow intruder wiggled merrily. This pushed Bart over the
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brink, and on the downstroke his penis erupted, firing a gob of cum onto his
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chest.
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Bart began to convulse, consumed in his self-pleasuring. He stroked his
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pulsating shaft shakily, and fired another salvo, the fruits of his labor
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splashing onto his face. Third and fourth rounds coated his tummy as he
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continued to wiggle the fingertip in his ass, wracked in pleasure.
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Bart relaxed for a few minutes, aftershocks from his thunderous self-
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inflicted orgasm passing through him intermittently, soaking in the sensation
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of the large puddles of semen floating on a layer of soapy lather before
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rising woozily to his feet to turn on the shower again.
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Lisa was beginning to enjoy her self-indulgence. She rubbed her buttocks,
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hips, and pubic mound through her panties, loving the feel of her sanctum
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being teased through its cotton prison.
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After pleasuring herself for a few minutes in this manner, she ran her palm
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over her labia to discover that her panties were becoming wet. Seizing on
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the erotic thought of wetting her panties, she teased and rubbed her encased
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pussy until the white cotton was coated with a thick slick of her juices. At
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long last, she slid her fingers into the legbands of her drenched underpants,
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and slowly shimmied them down her soft legs, pulling her feet toward her to
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remove the last vestige of modesty, leaving her totally exposed on her bed.
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She pulled her soaked panties to her face and smelled them, the scent of her
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own pussy filling her nostrils before she lustily licked at her own panties
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that she wetted.
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Bart dried himself off, and crossed the hall from the bathroom to his
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bedroom. He opened his dresser, and fished through the contents. "Damn..."
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he thought; "Where the hell is my underwear?" He looked about, but there was
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none to be found. He slipped down the stairs to the laundry room, but there
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was no clothes basket full of underpants there, either. `Maybe Lisa knows
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where the clean clothes are...' he thought. His heart jumped when a
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spontaneous thought occurred to him: `I wonder if she'd let me wear one of
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hers...' He quickly dismissed it, and adjusting his towel for maximum
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coverage, ascended the stairs.
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Bart approached his sister's room, his bathtowel draped around him over his
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hips, held to him by his right hand. Lisa's door was partially ajar, and he
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assumed that she was at work at her desk again. He pushed the door open with
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his shoulder, taking a step in and saying: "Hey Lis..."
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There was Lisa, on her bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread, and he
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could see her hand on her pussy, her middle finger buried inside. Lisa's
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glazed eyes focused immediately on Bart, and she yelped in shock. Bart
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jumped back involuntarily, losing the grip on his towel, which fell to the
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floor. His penis began to swell in pure reaction to the encounter. For a
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few seconds, neither could move, eyes fixed on each other.
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Lisa jerked her finger from her muff and spread her palm as if to conceal
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herself as she slammed her legs shut. Bart turned his legs inward and leaned
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away, assuming a fig-leaf position.
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"I'm sorry!" they both stuttered, embarrassment setting in. The two of them
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remained still, both looking away from each other. After an awkward moment,
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Bart's eyes wandered back to his sister as Lisa returned her gaze to her
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brother. They slowly relaxed their extreme positions, allowing them to
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better glimpse one another.
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"Would... Would you like me... to leave?" Bart stammered.
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"No.. Not unless... you want to..." Lisa replied hesitantly, both of them
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extremely nervous.
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"*heh* This is kinda silly, isn't it?" Lisa asked; "I mean, we used to take
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baths together... *heh*"
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"Yeah, I guess it is... *heh* Being naked never bothered us before, did it?
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*heh*" Bart replied.
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"I mean, we're brother and sister, what do we have to hide, right?" Lisa
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asked.
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"Right..." Bart agreed.
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By this time, Bart was again standing up straight, hands resting on his hips,
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and Lisa had parted her legs slightly, letting her hand rest to one side of
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her crotch.
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"Umm, Lisa? Would you mind, if I came in?" Bart finally requested.
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"No, that's fine." Lisa replied.
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With that, Bart reached down automatically to pick up his dropped towel.
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"You don't have to bring the towel, it's not like I haven't seen or touched
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your pee-pee before..." Lisa reminded him.
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Bart approached Lisa's bed, still nervous. Lisa scooted over to the far side
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of the mattress so that she lay on her side, and her brother sat down half-
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Indian style next to her.
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Lisa's attention was still drawn to her brother's stiff member waggling from
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his trunk. Bart was employed in much the same fashion, admiring his sister's
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perky tits and the curve of her crotch. Both had an amount of sandy blond
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curly pubic hair, Bart more than Lisa, but still enough to be visible.
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Bart was enthralled by his younger sibling. In his mind, he remembered the
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few times Lisa had allowed him to come in contact with her pussy. And he
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longed to touch it again.
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Bart reached out, and gently made contact with Lisa's labia. He couldn't
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believe how smooth it was. She jumped with his touch, but did not protest.
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Curiously he began to paw it, spurred on by his sister's soft moans, and with
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each touch, Lisa opened her legs wider.
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Lisa reached out, and touched the head of Bart's penis, causing him to gasp.
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She slowly felt the tender underside as it sprang to life in her hand,
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extending to its full length. She expected this, recalling how even as a
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young boy, his tiny pee-pee would awaken with her touch. His light pubic
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hair piqued her curiosity, and she began to run her fingers through it.
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She couldn't believe how good Bart's boyish hands were on her body as he
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explored her, and was intrigued by the texture of her brother's boyhood. He
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had crawled completely onto the bed now, and was lying next to her, as she
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explored his scrotum with great interest.
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Lisa shuddered when she felt a new sensation on her wet mound. She looked
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down to see her brother lapping at her lightly haired labia. And she loved
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it. Bart ran his tongue up and down her outer lips, and Lisa willingly
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opened her legs until her lips parted for him.
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She looked at Bart's wet pinkish-yellow glans, and decided to return the
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favor. Opening her mouth wide, she overtook it, and closed her mouth around
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the head with a gentle suck. Bart moaned and immediately bucked, pushing him
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further into his sister's mouth. Lisa pulled back slightly, finding more
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interest in using her tongue to play with his shaft than impaling her head on
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it.
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Lisa felt her brother's tongue dip between her outer lips, sampling her
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juices. His licks became more urgent, and she willingly spread her legs as
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wide as she could as Bart began to torture her with alternating licks of
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intensity and location before adding his hands, stroking her thighs and butt.
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Without warning, he slid off the bed, and Lisa's mouth attempted to follow,
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greedily trying to reach her new toy with her tongue. Then she realized what
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he was doing. Bart turned his full attention to her, grasping the globes of
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her buttocks in his hands and pulling her to his eager mouth.
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Bart probed deeper and deeper into his sister's pussy, running his tongue
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between her delicate furrows. Lisa was sopping wet by this time, and Bart
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occasionally stopped his delvings into her tender snatch long enough to lap
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up the stray juices, running his tongue from the bottom of her soft ass to
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the top of her hooded clit.
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This continued until Bart allotted more attention to the upper portions of
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her vulva, discovering her clitoris. Lisa squeaked as his tongue lapped at
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the sensitive region. She squirmed and squealed in ecstacy as her brother
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gleefully tongued her with abandon.
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Lisa's breathing became ragged, and she felt the warning signs of a powerful
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orgasm tingle through her crotch and nipples. She stroked the sides of her
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hips as she began to buck, her brother's tongue continuing to dart into her
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honey pot.
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"Oh....Oh...OH!" she moaned as she thrashed about on the bed; "There, Bart!"
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she encouraged. "Yes! There, Bart!" she panted as Bart teased her clit
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further. "OH, YES BART!" she gasped as with a loud groan she lurched, climax
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consuming her young frame.
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Bart felt the floodgates open before him, and eagerly he drank from his
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sister's naked fountain. Wave after wave pulsated through her soft pussy as
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Bart lapped up every drop.
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He withdrew his tongue from her muff, and softly licked and kissed her entire
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mound. He worked his way up from there, covering her stomach and breasts
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with feathery touches from his lips until he was at her side.
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"Ohhh, Lis..." he moaned, as if suddenly in discomfort.
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"What's the matter?" Lisa inquired curiously.
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"My pee-pee hurts." he informed her.
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"Aww, I'm sorry..." Lisa comforted him sympathetically. She looked at his
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neglected penis, still erect, a large slick of precum running down the
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length. Gently, she placed the palm of her hand over the head, and gave it
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a reassuring soft rub.
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"Mmmmmm...." Bart responded, a slight smile crossing his face, as if his
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sister was soothing away the pain.
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"Want me to kiss it and make it all better?" Lisa cooed.
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"Would you?" pleaded Bart.
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"If it will make it feel better..." she replied, climbing off the bed,
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reappearing at the foot.
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Lisa produced her tongue, and took it between her brother's legs, playfully
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licking at the back of his scrotum. She could see a slick trail of precum
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again drooling down from the head of his penis, and decided to pursue it to
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its source. Slowly she teased his puffy sac, jiggling Bart's testicles
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merrily. At last her tongue met the clear trail, and she lapped at it up
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the bottom of his shaft until she reached the mouth of the sticky river.
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Again Lisa took her brother's penis into her warm mouth. Reflexively, Bart
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spasmed, and brought his hands down to his younger sister's head, lovingly
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stroking her blond locks. Lisa used her hands to pet her brother's sculpted
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scrotum as she began to bob up and down the length of Bart's engorged cock.
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She knew it wouldn't take long to bring him off, as the movement of his hands
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at the back of his head became increasingly jerky and spasmodic.
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Lisa backed off Bart's shaft until only his swollen glans remained in her
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hungry mouth, and placed her hands so that they encircled the base of his
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penis, softly kneading the pliant flesh. She swirled her tongue around his
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sensitive tip before probing the opening at its head. Then, she teased and
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tickled the underside of his glans, finding her brother to be particularly
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susceptible to stimulation there, as Bart let loose a heavy moan with her
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activities.
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She could feel Bart's body begin to tremble now, and as she began again to
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suck him in earnest, his hips began to thrust in time to her fellating
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rhythms. He was whimpering now, absolutely shaking as he bounced his ass on
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the bed. Lisa felt his hands clamp down on the back of her head, and Bart
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pulled his sister's head down until he could feel her nose in his pubic hair.
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With one final desperate suck from Lisa, Bart felt his boyhood explode. In
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his own little sister's mouth. The thought sent an additional shiver down
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his spine as he convulsed on the bed. Lisa felt a hot gooeyness squirt into
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her mouth, spraying the back of her throat. She attempted to gulp down as
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much as she could, tasting spurt after spurt of her brother's semen as it
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coated her throat.
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Bart released his grip on Lisa's head. He could still feel his penis
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ejaculating into her mouth. Softly he caressed the back of his sister's neck
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and chin, admiring how his hands could feel her swallowing.
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With a groan, he lifted Lisa's head from her task, greeting her with a
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beaming smile.
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"Oh, Lisa, that was soooo good! You're soo good!" Bart praised, and Lisa
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smiled, too, basking in his kind words. She nuzzled his spent penis against
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her cheek.
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Bart sat up and opened his arms. Lisa climbed into them, and they leaned
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back onto the bed in a warm embrace. She felt an intense closeness to her
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brother from the intimacy they had just shared, something which Bart felt as
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well.
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Bart absentmindedly petted Lisa's breasts as they lay together, surrounded by
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a post-orgasmic glow that defied description.
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"You know," Lisa finally said, "Mom and Dad will be home soon."
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"You're right!" Bart replied with slight alarm; "We'd better get cleaned up."
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Lisa grinned. "How old were we the last time we took a bath together?"
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FINIS
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