...tting in church, about fucking her brother. Between running the family and trying to secure her future, Lisa’s stress levels were constantly off the charts. Before she and Bart had stumbled into their incredibly effective and pleasurable form of stress relief, she’d been having frequent, vivid fantasies of killing half the people she met, simply for annoying her. Unlike most people, Lisa knew that between her high intelligence and Bart’s natural cunning and instincts for criminal behaviour, they really COULD slaughter half of Springfield and get away with it. So really, this was the lesser of two evils.
It wasn’t like the Simpsons had ever been a normal family, anyway.
Bart was soaping up his cock, now, casually stroking his hard length with slippery fingers, and he grinned lewdly at her. “Ready for round two already, huh Leese?”
Lisa realised with surprise that she was fondling her womanhood, the folds already slippery in anticipation of her brother’s penetration. Then she grinned back, and beckoned him forward with her free hand.
“More than ready. C’mon, stallion, you’ve got a female who needs to be serviced.”
Bart snickered, and stepped forward to press his body flush against hers. Lisa lifted one slim leg to wrap around his hip, and Bart bent his knees just enough for entry. As he straightened, he pus...