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This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity which may
offend the overtly sensative, if you find such material offensive
don't read it.
I did not write this story
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From/by an87266@anon.penet.fi
* * * * * * * *
-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
Chapter One
The characters of Bart & Lisa Simpson are Copyright (c) 1989
20th Century Fox and are used without permission.
This story is Copyright (c) 1994 by Sunny D. Please distribute
intact. Revision 1.5
WARNING: This story includes graphic nudity and sex between
minor, consenting brother and sister cartoon characters in an
incestual manner. You have been warned.
First in a series of non-sequential stories.
* * * * * * * *
And now, let the story begin...
Lisa sighed. Her parents didn't go out often as a rule, and it
was even less often that they didn't go out as a family. But time
changes all, as Lisa well knew. She was 12 now, her brother Bart,
now 14, and her little sister Maggie almost 6.
Lisa glanced around the room, and out the window. Yup, she was
definitely alone. Maggie was sleeping over at a friend's house,
and Bart was at Milhouse's (supposedly). Absent-mindedly, she put
a hand on her hip, and a slight nervous twitch passed through her.
Her hand slid across the front of her dress to her pubic region, as
if testing the waters.
She pushed her door closed, as a precaution, and gently
unfastened the catch on her dress. As it fell she felt the cool
air of her room greet her. She fell back onto her bed, and relaxed
her body. She pulled her left hand up to her chest, allowing her
three fingers to drag across her firm stomach. Lisa took her
fingertips and moved them around her breasts, circling her nipples.
She reveled in the sensation as they responded in rapt attention.
Lisa sent her other hand to her navel, and gently began to
finger it with her pinky momentarily before creeping farther
downward. She toyed with the elastic to her white cotton panties,
occasionally darting a finger or two beneath the waistband.
Meanwhile, Bart walked up to the house after an afternoon at the
arcade.
"Damn Nelson..." he muttered, looking again to the sticky
Squishee stain on his shirt and arm. He went inside, and kicked
off his shoes at the door. He climbed the stairs, peeling off his
shirt and shorts on the way, stopping at the top to slide off his
socks. As he passed into the bathroom, he tossed his briefs behind
him to the hallway, then turned, and closed the door.
Bart started the shower, and jumped in. He quickly scrubbed the
sticky squishee off of his shoulder before turning off the water.
Soap in hand, he slowly and methodically lathered his wet body.
Putting down the bar, he began to rub his soapy skin, enjoying his
coat of suds. He stroked the insides of his thighs with one hand,
and rubbed his buttocks with the other. This gentle action caused
his penis to slowly become aroused, erecting itself with the
precision of a master architect.
He lightly teased his loose scrotum as his shaft reached its
full length, savoring the sensation that lay somewhere between a
tickle and a rub. He pinched at his awake nipples and grabbed at
his boyish breasts as he sank to the bottom of the empty wet tub.
He watched the muscles of his yellow penis contract, and
thrilled at the dollop of clear precum that oozed from its engorged
head. Deciding he could wait no longer, he deftly gripped his
shaft and slowly stroked it's 5 inch length. After a few gentle
strokes, he felt his muscles begin to tense. He pulled his legs
toward him, and with his fingers traced the boundary of his sac to
its base, and beyond until his middle finger found his puckered tan
anus.
He circled his boy button, and ran his fingers up and down his
crack. Bart was near the brink now, and he began to time the
strokes of his boyhood with the touching of his boycunt. He felt
it - the tingle of unescapable destiny, but he fought it,
attempting to deny it. This pushed his sense of pleasure even
higher until Bart knew he could resist no longer.
Bart pushed the tip of his middle finger into is butt, and he
shivered when he felt it penetrate his own sanctity, the walls of
his anus tingling with lust as he wiggled the yellow intruder
merrily. This pushed Bart over the brink, and on the downstroke
his penis erupted, firing a gob of cum onto his chest.
Bart began to convulse, consumed in his self-pleasuring. He
stroked his pulsating shaft shakily, and fired another salvo, the
fruits of his labor splashing onto his face. Third and fourth
rounds coated his tummy as he continued to wiggle the fingertip in
his ass, his entire body wracked in pleasure.
Bart relaxed for a few minutes, aftershocks from his thunderous
self- inflicted orgasm passing through him intermittently, soaking
in the sensation of the large puddles of semen floating on a layer
of soapy lather before rising woozily to his feet to turn on the
shower again.
Lisa was beginning to enjoy her self-indulgence. She rubbed her
buttocks, hips, and pubic mound through her panties, loving the
feel of her sanctum being teased through its cotton prison.
After pleasuring herself for several minutes in this manner, she
ran her palm over the bulge in her panties to discover that they
were becoming wet. Seizing on the erotic thought of wetting her
panties, she teased and rubbed her encased pussy until the white
cotton was coated with a thick slick of her juices. At long last,
she slid her fingers into the legbands of her drenched underpants,
and slowly shimmied them down her soft legs, pulling her feet
toward her to remove her last vestige of modesty, leaving her
totally exposed on her bed. She pulled her soaked panties to her
face and smelled them, the scent of her own pussy filling her
nostrils before she lustily licked at her own panties that she had
just wetted.
Bart dried himself off, and crossed the hall from the bathroom
to his bedroom. He opened his dresser, and fished through the
contents.
"Damn..." he thought; "Where the hell did all my underwear go?"
He looked about, but there was none to be found. He slipped down
the stairs to the laundry room, but there was no clothes basket
full of underpants there, either. `Maybe Lisa knows where the
clean clothes are...' he thought. His heart jumped when a
spontaneous thought occurred to him: `I wonder if she'd let me wear
one of hers...' He quickly dismissed it, and adjusting his towel
for maximum coverage, ascended the stairs.
Bart approached his sister's room, his bathtowel draped around
him over his hips, held to him by his right hand. Lisa's door was
slightly ajar, and he assumed that she was at work at her desk
again. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, taking a step in
and saying: "Hey Lis..."
There was Lisa, on her bed, completely naked. Her legs were
spread, and he could see her hand on her pussy, her middle finger
buried inside. Lisa's glazed eyes focused immediately on Bart, and
she yelped in shock. Bart jumped back involuntarily, losing the
grip on his towel, which fell to the floor. His penis began to
swell in pure reaction to the encounter. For a few seconds,
neither could move, eyes fixed on each other.
Lisa jerked her finger from her muff and spread her palm as if
to conceal herself as she slammed her legs shut. Bart turned his
legs inward and leaned away, assuming a fig-leaf position.
"Sorry!" they both stuttered, embarrassment setting in. The two
of them remained still, both looking away from each other. After
an awkward moment, Bart's eyes wandered back to his sister as Lisa
returned her gaze to her brother. They slowly relaxed their
extreme positions, allowing them to better glimpse one another.
"Would... Would you like me... to leave?" Bart stammered.
"No.. Not unless... you want to..." Lisa replied hesitantly,
both of them extremely nervous.
"*heh* This is kinda silly, isn't it?" Lisa asked; "I mean, we
used to take baths together... *heh*"
"Yeah, I guess it is... *heh* Being naked never bothered us
before, did it? *heh*" Bart replied.
"I mean, we're brother and sister, what do we have to hide,
right?" Lisa asked.
"Right..." Bart agreed.
By this time, Bart was again standing up straight, hands resting
on his hips, and Lisa had parted her legs slightly, letting her
hand rest to one side of her crotch.
"Umm, Lisa? Would you mind, if I came in?" Bart finally
requested.
"No, that's fine." Lisa replied.
With that, Bart reached down automatically to pick up his
dropped towel.
"You don't have to bring the towel, it's not like I haven't seen
or touched your pee-pee before..." Lisa reminded him.
Bart approached Lisa's bed, still nervous. Lisa scooted over to
the far side of the mattress so that she lay on her side, and her
brother sat down half- Indian style next to her.
Lisa's attention was still drawn to her brother's stiff member
waggling from his trunk. Bart was employed in much the same
fashion, admiring his sister's perky tits and the curve of her
crotch. Both had an amount of sandy blond curly pubic hair,
although Bart had more than Lisa.
Bart was enthralled by his younger sibling. In his mind, he
remembered the few times Lisa had allowed him to come in contact
with her pussy. And he longed to touch it again.
Bart reached out, and gently made contact with Lisa's labia. He
couldn't believe how smooth it was. She jumped with his touch, but
did not protest. Curiously he began to paw it, spurred on by his
sister's soft moans, and with each touch, Lisa opened her legs
wider.
Lisa recalled their numerous baths together, and the fascination
she had as a little girl with the soft floppy pee-pee between her
brother's legs. Remembering how much Bart liked it in the past, she
reached out, and touched the head of his penis, causing him to
gasp. She slowly felt the tender underside as it sprang to life in
her hand, extending to its full length. His larger amount of light
pubic hair piqued her curiosity, and she began to run her fingers
through it.
She couldn't believe how good Bart's boyish hands were on her
body as he explored her, and was intrigued by the texture of her
brother's boyhood. He had crawled completely onto the bed now, and
was lying next to her, as she explored his scrotum with great
interest.
Lisa shuddered when she felt a new sensation on her wet mound.
She looked down to see her brother lapping at her lightly haired
labia. And she loved it. Bart ran his tongue up and down her
outer lips, and Lisa willingly opened her legs until her lips
parted for him.
She looked at Bart's wet pinkish-yellow glans, and decided to
return the favor. Opening her mouth wide, she overtook it, and
closed her mouth around the head with a gentle suck. Bart moaned
and immediately bucked, pushing him further into his sister's
mouth. Lisa pulled back slightly, finding more interest in using
her tongue to play with his shaft than impaling her head on it.
Lisa felt her brother's tongue dip between her outer lips,
sampling her juices. His licks became more urgent, and she
willingly spread her legs as wide as she could as Bart began to
torture her with alternating licks of intensity and location before
adding his hands, stroking her thighs and butt.
Without warning, he slid off the bed, and Lisa's mouth attempted
to follow, greedily trying to reach her new toy with her tongue.
Then she realized what he was doing. Bart turned his full
attention to her, grasping the globes of her buttocks in his hands
and pulling her to his eager mouth.
Bart probed deeper and deeper into his sister's pussy, running
his tongue between her delicate furrows. Lisa was sopping wet by
this time, and Bart occasionally stopped his delvings into her
tender snatch long enough to lap up the stray juices, running his
tongue from the bottom of her soft ass to the top of her hooded
clit.
This continued until Bart allotted more attention to the upper
portions of her vulva, discovering her clitoris. Lisa squeaked as
his tongue lapped at the sensitive region. She squirmed and
squealed in ecstacy as her brother gleefully tongued her with
abandon.
Lisa's breathing became ragged, and she felt the warning signs
of a powerful orgasm tingle through her crotch and nipples. She
stroked the sides of her hips as she began to buck, her brother's
tongue continuing to dart into her honey pot.
"Oh....Oh...OH!" she moaned as she thrashed about on the bed;
"There, Bart!" she encouraged. "Yes! There, Bart!" she panted as
Bart teased her clit further. "OH, _YES_ BART!" she gasped as with
a loud groan she lurched, climax consuming her young frame.
Bart felt the floodgates open before him, and eagerly he drank
from his sister's naked fountain. Wave after wave pulsated through
her soft pussy as Bart lapped up every drop.
He withdrew his tongue from her muff, and softly licked and
kissed her entire mound. He worked his way up from there, covering
her stomach and breasts with feathery touched from his lips until
he was at her side.
"Ohhh, Lis..." he moaned, as if suddenly in discomfort.
"What's the matter?" Lisa inquired curiously.
"My pee-pee hurts." he informed her.
"Aww, I'm sorry..." Lisa comforted him sympathetically. She
looked at his neglected penis, still erect, a large slick of precum
running down the length. Gently, she placed the palm of her hand
over the head, and gave it a reassuring soft rub.
"Mmmmmm...." Bart responded, a slight smile crossing his face,
as if his sister was soothing away the pain.
"Want me to kiss it and make it all better?" Lisa cooed.
"Would you?" pleaded Bart.
"If it will make you feel better..." she replied, climbing off
the bed, reappearing at the foot.
Lisa produced her tongue, and took it between her brother's
legs, playfully licking at the back of his scrotum. She could see
a slick trail of precum again drooling down from the head of his
penis, and decided to pursue it to its source. Slowly she teased
his puffy sac, jiggling Bart's testicles merrily. At last her
tongue met the clear trail, and she lapped at it up the bottom of
his shaft until she reached the mouth of the sticky river.
Again Lisa took her brother's penis into her warm mouth.
Reflexively, Bart spasmed, and brought his hands down to his
younger sister's head, lovingly stroking her blond locks. Lisa
used her hands to pet her brother's sculpted scrotum as she began
to bob up and down the length of Bart's engorged cock. She knew it
wouldn't take long to bring him off, as the movement of his hands
at the back of his head became increasingly jerky and spasmodic.
Lisa backed off Bart's shaft until only his swollen glans
remained in her hungry mouth, and placed her hands so that they
encircled the base of his penis, softly kneading the pliant flesh.
She swirled her tongue around his sensitive tip before probing the
opening at its head. Then, she teased and tickled the underside of
his glans, finding her brother to be particularly susceptible to
stimulation there, as Bart let loose a heavy moan with her
activities.
She could feel Bart's body begin to tremble now, and as she
began again to suck him in earnest, his hips began to thrust in
time to her fellating rhythms. He was whimpering now, absolutely
shaking as he bounced his ass on the bed. Lisa felt his hands
clamp down on the back of her head, and Bart pulled his sister's
head down until he could feel her nose in his pubic hair.
With one final desperate suck from Lisa, Bart felt his boyhood
explode. In his own little sister's mouth. The thought sent an
additional shiver down his spine as he convulsed on the bed. Lisa
felt a hot gooeyness squirt into her mouth, spraying the back of
her throat. She attempted to gulp down as much as she could,
tasting spurt after spurt of her brother's semen as it coated the
rear of her mouth.
Bart released his grip on Lisa's head. He could still feel his
penis ejaculating into her mouth. Softly he caressed the back of
his sister's neck and chin, admiring how his hands could feel her
swallowing.
With a groan, he lifted Lisa's head from her task, greeting her
with a beaming smile.
"Oh, Lisa, that was soooo good! You're soo good!" Bart praised,
and Lisa smiled, too, basking in his kind words. She nuzzled his
spent penis against her cheek.
Bart sat up and opened his arms. Lisa climbed into them, and
they leaned back onto the bed in a warm embrace. She felt an
intense closeness to her brother from the intimacy they had just
shared, something which Bart felt as well.
Bart absentmindedly petted Lisa's breasts as they lay together,
surrounded by a post-orgasmic glow that defied description.
"You know," Lisa finally said, "Mom and Dad will be home soon."
"You're right!" Bart replied with slight alarm; "We'd better get
cleaned up."
Lisa grinned. "How old were we the last time we took a bath
together?"
FINIS
//From: an87266@anon.penet.fi
//Subject: REPOST: Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest #2
* * * * * * * *
-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
Chapter Two
"Bart!" Marge called up the stairs.
"Yeah, Mom?" came the eventual reply as he poked his head out of
his room.
"Lisa and I are going shopping. Watch after Maggie, okay?"
"Okay, Mom." Bart grudgingly agreed.
"Have fun, Bart!" Lisa taunted as she walked out the door.
"There's pizza money on the kitchen table, and you know where
the emergency numbers are... We'll be back around 3." With that,
Marge shut the door.
Bart listened intently for the sound of the departing family
station wagon.
"Woo-hoo!" he cried, sliding down the bannister to the living
room. "Noon..." he mused, looking at the clock. He went to
Maggie's room, and found her asleep in her crib. He tiptoed back
to his room, and began to close his door, before thinking better of
it. If she started crying, he'd have to do something about it.
"Now to get comfortable..." he said to himself as he pulled his
orange shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. He then
grasped his blue shorts and slid them down his legs, reaching down
to pull off each sock as he stepped out of his pants. With that,
he jumped onto the bed.
"Mmm..." he mumbled quietly as felt the cool sheets on his body.
Bart relaxed his muscles and simply lay there for the longest time.
On impulse, he reached down to adjust himself through his white
briefs. As his hand grasped the bump in his shorts, a thought
occurred to him; "Ya know, I don't even have to have these on..."
And with that, he plunged his thumbs inside his waistband and
peeled the cotton underwear off his frame.
"Yeah... That's better." he thought as he rubbed his soft, round
butt against the sheets. He stretched himself out and again
released the tension in his muscles, now and then absent-mindedly
reaching over to rub his foreskin or pet his scrotum.
After a time however, Bart was pulled from his relaxation by the
shrill note of his baby sister crying.
"Damn!" he thought, releasing his penis and beginning to look
for his underwear. "Wait a sec... It's just me and Maggie, and
she's just a baby, I don't have to get dressed." he said to
himself, scooting his bare bottom off the bed. Quickly he made his
way across the house to the playroom.
He found his sister standing up in her crib, pouting. "What's
your problem, man?" Bart asked her. Maggie reached out beyond the
rails of her crib. "Oh, you want out, do you? Well, all right."
he told her.
"Is this better, Maggie?" Bart asked rhetorically as he picked
her up, holding her to his bare chest. She smiled back at him as
he carried her to the playroom.
Bart sat down, and held her close to his boyish chest. Maggie
struggled after a moment, and so he set her down on the floor with
her pacifier. She crawled off across the room to play with some
stuffed animals in the corner, and so Bart leaned back against the
wall.
Bart watched Maggie suck at her pacifier, and he began to think
about breastfeeding. He wondered how it would feel to have a
hungry mouth sucking at his tit like a hungry kitten. He
remembered seeing Marge breastfeeding Maggie, and Lisa years
before.
As he pondered the image, he began to rub and pull his left
nipple, attempting to imagine the sensations of a small mouth
around it. The more he pinched the pinkish-yellow knob, the more
he became aware that his young penis was getting hard. He looked
at it, still enthralled by the stiffness of the organ as he ran his
fingers around his areolas.
He was about to reach down to stroke his erect boyhood when
Maggie began to crawl back toward him. He looked up, and watched
her approach.
"What's the matter, Maggie?" he impatiently asked her, leaning
forward, as if expecting an explanation.
Maggie whimpered, and Bart understood. She had lost her
pacifier in the pile of plush toys and couldn't find it.
"Lost your pacifier, huh?" he teased as she crawled alongside
his bare leg. "All right, I'll help you find it." he told her,
patting her gently on the head. He leaned back again, and turned
toward Maggie as he got to his knees, his young penis waggling in
front of her.
Bart paused and looked at his little sister. She was looking
directly at his penis. The unexpected attention caused the muscles
in his organ to reflexively contract as she stared at the thing in
front of her. To Bart's astonishment, Maggie reached out and
curiously grasped his stiff member in her little hands. His entire
body jerked as she gripped the pinkish-yellow stub.
"Maggie! What are you..." he stammered as she attempted to pull
it toward her. Deciding she couldn't, she instead brought her head
to the head of her older brother's penis. In one move, she opened
her mouth and closed it around Bart's shaft.
Bart lurched back reflexively, pulling his glans out of Maggie's
mouth as he fell back on his butt. He could feel his sister's spit
covering his dick, and the cool air against the warm saliva sent a
thrilling sensation up and down the length of it.
Maggie crawled between her brother's sprawled legs, placed her
hands on the soft flesh where boyhood meets body, and took all of
Bart's 10 year old 3 inch penis into her mouth, suckling it like a
hungry kitten.
His mind reeled and his little pee-pee felt as if it was on
fire. The feelings he was experiencing were like nothing he'd felt
before. All he could do was watch Maggie's cheeks puff and feel
her tongue rub the tender underside of his most private of parts.
He just laid there and let the feelings wash over his confused
body, trying to sort out what his body was telling him. He
realized he was spreading his legs and arching his back.
"Maggie is sucking on my pee-pee!" he thought to himself; "My
little baby sister has my pee-pee in her mouth!"
The notion set his mind and body on fire as he considered it,
and Bart's hips began to pulsate. The convulsing spread through
his frame like an earthquake. He began to think about all the so-
called 'naughty' names that he also called his pee-pee.
The muscles in his pudgy stomach were beginning to tense, and
the muscles in his chubby thighs and puffy buttcheeks were
beginning to twitch, white hot, as if about to cramp, and so Bart
began to push his bottom forward, almost like he was feeding his
pee-pee to his infant sister.
"Eat my wiener! Eat my wiener, Maggie!" Bart blurted
desperately, imagining his penis to be a hot dog in her mouth as he
felt the muscles in his immature penis pull his head to his
sister's lips, then fire it to the back of her mouth as he shot
blank after blank in a fantastic dry orgasm.
"Oh, wow man!" he gasped as he panted breathlessly, his mind
reeling from the new feelings he was getting from between his legs
as Maggie continued to suck him. He could feel his limp penis
being stretched by the motion of his sister's mouth and he
marvelled at it.
The phone rang, and Bart quickly pulled Maggie from her new toy
to answer it. It was Milhouse.
"Hey, Bart, ya wanna go play video games down at the mall?" he
asked.
"Not today, Milhouse. I gotta babysit Maggie." Bart replied.
"Well, that's never stopped you before..." Milhouse insisted.
"I know..." Bart told him; "Maybe tomorrow, okay? Just not
today."
"Well, okay....."
Bart hung up the phone and looked at the clock. It was 1:30.
He'd have to order the pizza now if he didn't want to explain what
he was doing all the time Marge and Lisa were gone. He got Maggie
a bottle and strode back into the playroom, now enjoying the cool
breeze against his still-wet pee-pee.
He sat down beside her, and Maggie reached out again to Bart's
drooping penis. "Maybe later." Bart told her, and put her back in
the crib with the bottle.
Bart came back awhile later, once again dressed. The pizza man
would be there any minute. Maggie had finished her lunch and was
fast asleep. He took the empty bottle, and looked at his sister
for a moment. "Sweet dreams, Maggie." he whispered to her, softly
kissing her forehead.
//From: an87266@anon.penet.fi
//Subject: REPOST: Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest #3
* * * * * * * *
-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
Chapter Three
Lisa smiled. Once again she was left in charge of the house.
Homer was out bowling, and Marge was at a Tupperware party. Bart
was spending the night at Lewis' which left just her twelve year
old self and five year old Maggie.
Maggie was tucked in for the night, and so Lisa relaxed on her
bed in her light blue nightgown, flipping absent-mindedly through
a Cory fanzine. As she did so, her thoughts began to stray. She
imagined what it might be like to make out with him, and her
budding hormones began to carry the fantasy ever closer to its
logical conclusion in her mind.
Lisa imagined his hands all over her body, softly caressing her
skin and gently petting her most sensitive regions. As she
fantasized, she ran a hand up and down her chest and stomach,
occasionally darting lower. A slight tingling began to develop
deep in her crotch which she was not unaware of. Deciding to
indulge in herself, she parted her legs and let her nightgown ride
up until she exposed the gentle curve of her pubescent mound. Her
fingers danced across the smooth skin, aware of her light
accumulation of pubic locks that complimented her touch.
She lovingly played with herself for several minutes, enjoying
the pleasure she was experiencing. To her satisfaction, her pussy
was becoming pleasingly wet and warm, and she softly cooed as she
smeared the accumulating fluid around her yellow outer lips.
She became so entranced with herself that she did not hear a
soft knock on her bedroom door, which slowly opened when Lisa did
not respond. Maggie innocently peeked in.
"Whatcha doin' Lis?" Maggie asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Embarrassment and pangs of guilt seized Lisa instantaneously,
and her hand snatched away from her snatch as she snapped to
attention, caught red-handed by her younger sister.
"Oh! Maggie! Uhh... I was just... I mean I was... Can't you
knock before coming in?" Lisa finally stuttered as she yanked her
nightgown over herself, trying to suppress her raging hormones
which kept her normal sensibilities subdued.
"I _did_ knock." Maggie told her.
"Umm... sorry, Maggie, I guess I wasn't paying attention." Lisa
responded, blushing. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"I woke up and I couldn't sleep." Maggie said, approaching the
bed.
Lisa shifted nervously. She was still very aroused, and very
uncomfortable. She feared that her nightgown might settle between
her legs, and become soaked with the fruits of her labor, a
scenario which would leave her with a great deal to explain.
"Well, what would you like to do? We can talk, or we could play
Monopoly or something..." Lisa suggested.
"What were you doing when I came in?" Maggie inquired
innocently. "You looked like you were having fun..."
Lisa began to squirm. She'd been found out, and by her younger
sister! She quickly began to weigh her options...
"Well, it's just something that girls can do when they're
older." she explained, hoping to use bland generalities to
disinterest her.
"What's it called?" Maggie asked. Lisa hesitated.
"It's called masturbation." she said calmly.
"How do you do it?" she wondered.
"I really can't explain that, Maggie." Lisa told her. "It's
just something that you learn when you get older."
"Show me how, Lis, please?" Maggie begged. A look of pure shock
flashed across Lisa's face.
"I can't, Maggie, really. You're too young..." she explained,
the words stumbling from her mouth, but Maggie wasn't satisfied.
"I'll ask Mommy when she gets home then." Maggie told her
matter-of-factly.
Lisa knew she'd been cornered. She could either tell her no,
and hope that she forgets all about it, she could change the
subject entirely. Both resulted in a high probability that Marge
would finding out about her behavior which would raise more than a
few difficult questions. She could outright bribe her not to say
anything, but that would only delay answering the question.
Alternatively, she could comply with her sister's request under the
provision that the instructional session be kept between them.
Maggie looked away for a few seconds, as if resolving to inquire
about this masturbation thing when Marge came home.
"Well..." Lisa stated falteringly. "I guess you're never too
young to learn. I'll teach you if you want me to, but this is just
between us, okay?"
"Okay! I love sister secrets." she bubbled, her eyes lighting
up.
Lisa scooted to one side of the bed and motioned for Maggie to
sit opposite her. Maggie jumped onto the bed and sat down cross-
legged, facing her sister.
"The first thing you need to remember is that masturbation is
something you do in private just for fun, and you don't do it in
public or when lots of people are around. You don't want to do it
when Mom or Homer or Bart is around, or at least awake, because you
don't want them to catch you doing it. Masturbating isn't bad for
you unless you do it alot. Okay?" Lisa asked. Maggie nodded
eagerly.
"Now, pull up your nighty." Lisa told her nervously. The entire
situation had her virtually shaking with nerves, embarrassment, and
an odd feeling of excitement. Lisa drew her nightgown up to her
tummy, and Maggie did the same, revealing her delicate pre-
pubescent mound in all its hairless glory. She could feel her
younger sister's eager eyes looking at her own pussy, which made
her uncomfortable, but she was not unaware of a certain eroticism
involved in what they were doing.
"Next, take your fingers and touch your private parts very
softly." Maggie watched her older sister run her stubby fingers
over her lightly haired mound. She took her own hand and carefully
stroked her fingers across her silky pubic region.
"That makes me feel funny." giggled Maggie as she tried it
again. "It kind of tickles inside." Lisa nodded gently.
"That's what it's supposed to do. Just relax and tickle your
cunny." Lisa said, as she watched her sister follow her
instructions. She found a growing excitement brewing and
swallowed, not wanting to consider the ramifications.
"This is fun!" Maggie cooed, clumsily covering her crotch with
light touches.
"Now, if there's anywhere you feel you want to touch, or a
special way you want to touch yourself, go ahead and try it. The
whole point is to make your body feel as good as you can." Lisa
accentuated her remark by rubbing her thighs and tracing the outer
lips of her labia. To Maggie's surprise, a bead of moisture was
slowly running down her older sister's lips.
"Are you peeing?" Maggie asked, rather confused by the slow
discharge.
"No, Maggie. This is a special liquid your cunny makes when you
make it feel good long enough. It makes you wet so it's easier to
do." Maggie looked down at her dry mound, and leaned forward to
look at the fluid produced by Lisa's pussy. Lisa stopped petting
herself, allowing her to get a proper view. Maggie boldly reached
out her hand and ran it across her sister's lips, making her jump.
"Maggie!" Lisa cried as Maggie's palm rubbed her. The sensation
was incredible, and she found that the experience had only made her
even wetter. Maggie looked curiously at the gooey fluid on her
hand, rubbing it between her fingers. She put her hand back
between her own legs, and wiped the substance on her own labia.
Seemingly satisfied, Maggie leaned back and returned to gently
petting herself.
"Why can't I make any of that stuff come out of my cunny?"
Maggie wondered, sounding cheated. "Maybe I'm just no good at
this."
"Well, I don't think you're old enough yet." Lisa explained.
"Besides, it takes practice."
"How old were you the first time your cunny got wet?" her sister
asked.
"I don't remember, Maggie. It just happens." Lisa answered.
"Could you try to make my cunny do that? I don't know what to
do." Maggie pleaded, furthering her invitation by pulling her hand
away from her crotch and leaning back on the mattress.
"Maggie, no... It's all about making yourself feel good." Lisa
protested.
"Please, Lis? You know where to touch me." she begged.
Lisa looked at her sister's tender young slit for a moment,
waiting for stimulation. Her aroused state made the decision
easier than it otherwise might have been. She reached out
tentatively, and softly touched her sister's silky virgin skin.
Maggie jumped, but settled quickly.
"Are you sure you want me to keep going?" Lisa asked.
"Yeah, that feels good, Lis!" Maggie sighed.
Slowly and gently, Lisa covered Maggie's pubic region with
feathery touches, taking care to touch her sister's soft yellowy-
pink lips. Maggie giggled, cooed, and sighed in delight. Both
were becoming increasingly aroused from the experience, and Lisa
was positively sopping wet, her fluids drooling onto the sheets
between her legs.
"Ooh!" Lisa exclaimed as Maggie reached up and began to
reciprocate Lisa's soft ministrations on her older sister's mound.
Lisa deftly slid a finger between her sensitive lips, and Maggie
began to squirm.
Maggie gasped when at last a small amount of her juices seeped
forth to her delight. Before long, Maggie's little pussy became
slick under her sister's fingertips.
Lisa told her to sit up, and Maggie reluctantly took her slick
hand from her sister's mound. They resumed their previous
positions on the bed, and Maggie rubbed their shared fluids against
her labial lips.
"Okay, slowly rub your cunny." Lisa stroked her hand up and
down her sopping wet pussy, and Maggie followed suit, reveling in
the sensations she was getting.
"Now gently slide a finger into it. Don't push it too hard, and
stop if it hurts." Lisa watched one of Maggie's fingers dive
between the folds of her virgin lips, and she did the same. Lisa
began to slide her finger in and out of her snatch, and Maggie
imitated her every step of the way. Both began to moan and gasp in
delight.
Lisa watched her little sister masturbating in front of her, and
the sight was more than she could stand. She plunged two fingers
into her pussy and she began to buck her hips as she shuddered in
orgasm. A few seconds later, Maggie tensed, a finger buried inside
her cunny. Her little sister's first climax, or at least, as close
as she would get for a few years.
Both of them collapsed on the bed, their hands and thighs
covered in goo and sweat. They lay silent for several minutes,
reeling in the sensations, until a car could be heard in the
driveway outside. Lisa quickly opened the window, and Maggie
grabbed a nearby towel, wiping herself off and throwing it to her
sister. Lisa grabbed it and quickly toweled the goo from her
crotch, throwing the towel onto the pile of clothes from the day
before. Both of them adjusted their pajamas and tried to relax as
best they could as Marge tapped on the door and poked her head into
the room.
"What are you kids still doing up?" she wondered, walking in.
"We're having a slumber party!" Lisa told her.
"Just the two of you?" Marge asked quizzically.
"Sure." Maggie said. Marge smiled.
"Well, okay, but don't stay up too late, even though it's a
Friday night."
"Yes, Mom." they replied as she kissed them both good night and
left the room, closing the door behind her.
Maggie and Lisa sighed in relief, and hugged each other warmly.
"Could we have a slumber party again next week?" Maggie
wondered.
FINIS
From: an87266@anon.penet.fi (Sunny D)
Subject: *NEW!*: Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest #4
* * * * * * * *
-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
Chapter Four
"Ahh..." Bart sighed as the muscles in his tense, nude body
relaxed. He enjoyed the simple excercise of coming home from
school and taking a dump.
The twelve year old pubescent boy looked thoughtfully at the
pile of clothes at his feet. He liked to strip before taking the
throne, it kept his clothes out of the way and it just plain felt
good. His mind turned toward what to do for the afternoon. Lisa
had a doctor's appointment, and so Marge had taken Maggie with her,
giving him the run of the house until around 5:00.
Deciding he was done, Bart reached over and unrolled a strip of
toilet paper from the dispenser, folding it a few times, and
reached back to wipe his butt. He went to repeat the procedure,
but only pulled three sheets of paper from the roll before the last
piece pulled from the core.
"Aw, man!" Bart grumbled, getting to his feet. He knelt in
front of the sink, and opened the cabinet door beneath it.
"D'oh!" he cried as he looked inside only to find that the space
usually reserved for toilet paper was empty. Rising to his feet,
he opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.
"There's gotta be a roll in the hall closet..." Bart figured,
and strolled down the hall, enjoying the feel of the air against
his skin. Opening the closet, he found salvation at his
fingertips, as an unopened multipack of Charmin sat on the bottom
shelf. He opened it and pulled out a roll, closed the closet door,
and turned back toward the bathroom. He tossed the roll into the
air and caught it a few times as he walked back toward the john,
until on the fourth toss he bobbled the catch, and the toilet paper
went rolling down the hall. To his dismay, it began to bounce down
the steps to the first floor.
"Whoops..." he muttered as he chased after it. Reaching the
bottom of the stairs, he found Santa's Little Helper waiting there
to greet him.
"Hey, boy." Bart said to him, patting his head. "Seen my toilet
paper?" SLH merely looked at him as Bart dropped to his hands and
knees, looking around and behind the plant stand, then crawling
over to the hat stand on the other side of the door.
"Aha!" he exclaimed, finding the roll. Backing up so that he
could pick up the roll, he pushed his bottom back toward Santa's
Little Helper's face. Curious, the dog brought his nose closer to
his master's butt and lightly sniffed. Tentatively, he stuck out
his tongue and gave the yellow valley an exploratory lick.
"Woah!" Bart yelled, jumping up in shock from the wet probe.
SLH leapt back, frightened by the response. Bart was flooded by a
myriad of unfamiliar and confusing sensations, and he became aware
that his penis had jumped to a semi-erect position. Indeed, his
whole crotch and butt tingled from the experience.
For a long moment, he just stood there, trying to make sense of
what had just happened. Had his dog just done what he thought he
had? Bart had to admit the sensation was not unpleasant. Curious
at the response it provoked, Bart looked at his faithful friend.
"Do that again, boy!" Bart asked him, turning and bending over
slightly. Santa's Little Helper cautiously trotted over, sniffed
him, and greeted his master's anus with four slow licks with his
warm, wet, rough tongue, each one sending a dizzying rush of
pleasure up his back. Bart's tool was standing at complete
attention now, and his pet gently nuzzled the side of his master's
bare leg for approval.
"Good boy, good boy." Bart praised his dog as he woozily sat
down on the stairs, legs spread, reeling from the unbelieveable
waves of pleasure rippling through him. He lovingly stroked the
fur on his dog's head for a time, before setting his hands on the
steps.
Santa's Little Helper sniffed up the inside of Bart's thigh,
which sent even more confusing signals to the pleasure center of
his brain. Reaching Bart's crotch, he again brandished his tongue
and flicked it against the side of his erect penis.
That unexpected action lit Bart's mind on fire, and all he could
think to do was praise him as his mind swam. Another one, two,
three, four licks slapped across his sensitive glans and he felt
like he would explode from the stabs of ecstacy that his pet's
tongue was giving him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined
that any girl could give him such pleasure, let alone his own dog!
"Good boy! Good boy! Good boy!" Bart squeaked, shakily rubbing
Santa's Little Helper's side before leaning back against the steps,
quaking. In response, the dog roughly licked Bart's scrotum and
nuzzled his crotch, tickling his shaft with his whiskers.
When his master did not attend to him, the pup jumped up,
putting his front paws on Bart's hips and leaning over him.
Gently, he licked Bart's cheek. Bart lethargically petted Santa's
Little Helper's side.
As much as Bart wanted to continue, the front stairs were
uncomfortable, not to mention less than private. If anyone would
come in the door, or even look in the window, they would have no
difficulty watching him playing with his dog. He sat up, and SLH
jumped back.
"C'mon boy, let's go upstairs and have some fun, okay?" Bart
asked eagerly, turning and climbing the stairs, gesturing for him
to follow.
The pair entered Bart's room. Bart closed the door behind them,
and pulled down the windowshade. Then, Bart dropped to his hands
and knees, once again presenting himself to his faithful friend.
Santa's Little Helper walked up behind him, and once again eagerly
pushed his tongue against Bart's tender anus.
"Ohhh, good boy." Bart praised, turning and laying on the floor.
"Now lick my pee-pee." The dog brought his muzzle to his master
and again curled his pink tongue against Bart's yellow head. He
felt his shaft contract, and a glob of precum oozed out, only to be
swept up by his pup's rough tongue, a strand of the sticky fluid
stringing from his slit to the dog's lips.
Santa's Little Helper stopped abruptly, and backed off. He sat
down and curled his head back to his own crotch. Bart could see
his pet's own bright pink penis extending from its protective
sheath. Curious, and suddenly feeling guilty at the one-sidedness
of the exchange, Bart crawled over to the dog.
"Good boy." Bart told him as he stroked his fur lower and lower
down his side, until his hand curled around his pet's foreskin. He
softly massaged the dog's balls and stroked his sheath. Slowly,
the tubelike tip of its head crept out. Santa's Little Helper
jerked when Bart gently touched it, but deciding that his master
meant no harm, let him pet it for several seconds.
Looking down at his own genitals, Bart could see a huge amount
of his own clear fluid trickling down the side of his pee-pee.
Santa's Little Helper seemed to realize this too, as he bent down
and licked his shaft clean.
Bart again laid back, his legs spread, and let his dog pleasure
him. After a few flicks of the tongue, Bart lifted his legs into
the air, exposing his entire crotch, from his tan anus to his pink-
twinged yellow glans. The greyhound briefly ran his tongue over
Bart's boycunt, gave his loose scrotum a lick, and ran his tongue
up the underside of his cock. Then, SLH stepped between his legs,
and again began to lick his master's face.
Bart could feel the sticky mixture of saliva and both his of
their precum against his face, but he could also feel something
else. The fur of Santa's Little Helper's belly was rubbing against
his penis as he breathed.
Almost instinctively, Bart bucked his hips, which produced yet
another amazing sensation. Pushing his rear up against Santa's
Little Helper, Bart could feel his pet's canine pee-pee rub against
his anus as his own pee-pee stroked against his fur. The dog
wasn't sure what to think of the action, but Bart put his arms
around him and hugged him. SLH responded by licking his face.
Bart could feel his cock rubbing a slick of precum against his
pet's belly, and he felt an orgasm beginning to well up deep
inside. He pushed his butt against his faithful friend again, and
felt his entire body tighten. Santa's Little Helper whimpered.
Bart couldn't believe it - his own dog was making him cum!
Bart pushed against him again, and blew his wad. He fired spurt
after spurt between his skin and SLH's fur. Confused and a little
scared, the dog struggled to get free, which only heightened Bart's
pleasure as he rubbed himself against Santa's Little Helper's fur.
At last, Santa's Little Helper pulled free. Bart could see the
large puddle of semen on his tummy, the creamy goo still trickling
out of his spent penis. He could also see the slick on his dog's
belly that brought him off.
Slowly, the pup padded back to Bart's side, and gave a tender
lick to his master's slimy shaft. Bart reached up and petted his
friend.
"Good boy!" he told him, running the fingers of his other hand
through the puddle on his stomach absent-mindedly. After awhile,
Bart led his faithful pet out of the room and cleaned him up.
Leaving him with a doggie biscuit, he went back to the bathroom and
showered.
Half an hour later, Bart laid on his bed, thumbing through an
old issue of Radioactive Man, Santa's Little Helper napping quietly
at the foot of the bed. The front door opened, and Marge walked
in.
"Bart! We're home!" his mother called out. Bart looked at his
puppy on the floor.
"Shh!" he told him, smiling, when Marge's voice again drifted
upstairs.
"Bart, what's this roll of toilet paper doing down here?" she
wondered.
FINIS
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