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I'm looking for the second half of this story.  If anyone has it, please
post or send it to me via e-mail (noting to remove appropriate anti-spam
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-Bart Simpson's Guide To Incest-
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        Part One of Two

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.

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 nonsequential stories.

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 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 downstairs, 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, and 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.  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 arouse, 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 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 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 boy cunt.  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 the yellow intruder wiggled 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, 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 a few minutes in this manner, she ran her
palm over her labia to discover that her panties 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 the 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 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 is my underwear?"  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
partially 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.

"I'm 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, Bart more than Lisa,
but still enough to be visible.

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 reached out, and touched the head of Bart's penis, causing him to
gasp. She slowly felt the tender underside as it sprang to life in her
hand, extending to its full length.  She expected this, recalling how
even as a young boy, his tiny pee-pee would awaken with her touch.
His 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 touches from his lips until he was at her
side.

-----CUT HERE-----

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