How to stop Rob Wade...
Red Bandana
beautiful at 19 years young, Lisa sat on the toilet flicking through
an issue of the 'Non-threatening Boys' magazine.
As Lisa's eyes made their way down to the bottom of the page, they then
moved to her exposed vagina. She had obviously seen it several times,
but this was probably the first time she had actually stared at it.
Looking at it gave her a strange, tingling sensation inside, making her
feel warm and cosy.
She put one hand to her chest, stroking her left nipple. This made the
warm, tingling feeling get stronger, making her feel nicer. She placed
her magazine to one side and continued to look down at her vagina. Lisa
was still peeing at this point, and she moved her hand off her chest and
in front of her vagina, letting the urine run over it.
This made her feel even nicer. After she had stopped peeing, she placed
her hand on top of her vagina. Lisa couldn't help but moan in pleasure
at contact.
She moved her other hand to her chest and continued to play with one of
her nipples. She then slowly placed one finger into her quivering
vagina. She moaned again, only louder and more passionately. She got off
the toilet, pulled the plug and washed her hands.
But instead of getting dressed again, she laid herself down on the
bathroom rug and began to stroke her chest again. She moved her other
hand back down to her now moist vagina, and slowly started to move her
fingers in and out. She moaned louder than ever in sheer ecstasy as she
continued to pleasure herself.
Eager to do it more powerfully, she started fingering herself with both
hands. She almost screamed out loud as the tingling sensation almost
shook her. Something was about to happen, but Lisa had no idea what...
Suddenly, Lisa's whole body convulsed as she orgasmed, groaning in sheer
delight as her fingers were covered with warm juices. She moved her
fingers up to her face. Unwarily, she brought her tongue over one
fingertip, tasting her own fluids. Lisa then began to suck her fingers
lovingly, enjoying the creamy juices.
At that point Bart walked in, not noticing Lisa. In his hand he held a
porno magazine, and the large bulge in his panst showed off the large
erection he was sporting. Seeing his sister layed out on the rug,
licking her own cum off her fingers made him gasp.
Lisa yelped and quickly tried to cover herself up, but Bart had already
seen everything. Looking down at his erection, Lisa realised he was in
here to just the same thing as she was.
"Would you like me to leave?" Lisa whimpered.
Bart paused. He could read his sister like a book, and she was
definately asking for him to...
"Um....no." he slowly replied.
Lisa walked over to him, smirking, and slipped off his t-shirt. Locking
the door behind him, Lisa then slowly moved Bart's shorts down to his
ankles. Bart shook them off as Lisa tore off Bart's underwear. Her eyes
widened at his erection. Looking at it gave Lisa an even nicer tingling
sensation. She moved her tongue over the head. Bart groaned in pleasure,
and before he knew it, Lisa had his entire penis in her mouth.
Bart pushed Lisa's head closer to him. Lisa swirled her tongue over it
inside her mouth, making quick breaths through her nose, her eyes closed
lazily as she lovingly sucked her brother off.
In a matter of minutes, Bart let his load into Lisa's awaiting mouth.
Her eyes widened again. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever
tasted, but she wanted more. She sucked harder as Bart contiued to let
flow.
"Now you can repay me." Lisa whispered sexily, laying down again and
spreading her legs.
"Yes, ma'am!" Bart eagerly knelt down and plunged his tongue into his
sisters's tight vagina. Lisa screamed out with ecstasy as Bart's tongue
swirled over her throbbing clithoris. Within a matter of seconds, Lisa
had ejected what was left after masturbating into Bart's mouth. Bart
licked his lips and gave Lisa's vagina a hard kiss before kneeling up
again.
"Want to take it to the next level?" Bart asked.
Lisa nodded weakly. Bart slowly got on top of her and moved his penis to
Lisa's vaginal lips. He then thrusted it in, causing the two of them to
scream with pleasure. Every so often, Bart made his movements faster and
harder, and the two held each other close as Lisa orgasmed first. Bart
ejaculated soon afterwards.
They embraced and shared a passionate kiss. After Bart pulled his
contented penis out of Lisa, Lisa licked it clean of both their fluids.
As the two got their clothes back on, Bart quikcly asked, "Tonight, my
room?"
"It's a date."
Stephen Rennick
thinking of them as animated characters....
And if it wasn't nasty-ass incest!
"Red Bandana" <ir...@saddam.net> wrote in message
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Red Bandana
> thinking of them as animated characters....
> And if it wasn't nasty-ass incest!
There is a difference between committing incest on the one hand, and
participating in fraternal love-making on the other... there is
difference in connotation. If you prefer to have a nice word for the
same activity, you can always use the expression 'making love' when it
is consensual. Sibling intercourse would be a consensual act between
two mature young people who love each other, and if they both want to do
it, then it is nothing more than fraternal lovemaking....
More:
She danced with beauty and grace. Her 17-year-old body bloomed, and was
the envy of all the others in her class. She was dancing in what would
be her final recital with this dance company, as the year in 12th grade
was coming to an end. Soon she would graduate.
Lisa's 19-year-old brother sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He
had laughed at the 14 and 15-years-olds doing their cute dances in their
cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others afraid of being in
front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the "grades" of
the evening... beginners tap, intermediate ballet, advanced jazz (where
Lisa had aplied also), all the way up to just before the final. The last
dance was with the Seniors and the head dance instructor, who also
happened to be Mr. Largo, Lisa's band instructor. Many of the girls going
off to college had been with the instructor since they were kids, a few
of them accepting assistant roles with the nearly three dozen different
dance classes.
Lisa was one of them. She had started dancing many years ago when she'd
been chosen as 'Little Miss Springfield' at the beauty contest, she had
wanted to go further and soon enough her parents had enrolled her into
classes as soon as it was feasible. After that, there was no turning
back for her. She had a passion for dance as well as jazz and felt the
need to make it her life's work. That's why she had decided she would go
so far away to Capital City for college.
Bart, her brother, was already in his first year at demolition trade
school. He had decided to take a break from the bar on this Saturday
to see the last performance of Lisa's dance contests. He had left the
house alone for the parents were off at a buisness dinner at Mr. Burns'
mansion.
He looked at her with loving adoration, for the two had been siblings
for so long, and good friends for almost as long and through the
constant bickering they resently shared they still got along well for
siblings. Seeing her before him showed him how lucky he was to have her
as a sister. He was proud of her..
At the end of the performance, Bart met her outside the dressing rooms
with a small bouquet of flowers.
"You were great, as always, Lisa. It was good to see you on stage again."
She smiled and greeted him with a hug.
"So, what's next?" he asked. "Most of the girls are going to be going
out for dinner with their parents to celebrate, aren't' they?"
"Well," she said, "a few of them are going out, but I'm not sure what I
want to do."
"If you don't have any plans, Bart, we could go out and do something, if
you wanted." It was Sherri, one of Lisa's dance colleagues and one of
Bart's former classmates, for whom he once developed a crush on. She and
Lisa were considered to be the best of the studio, and there was always
a slight competition between the two dancers, not always a friendly one.
Bart had known for quite some time that Sherri liked him, a fact that
most guys were envious of. Sherri had a reputation of being a taunting,
manipulative and conniving, on occasion. But when ever she was around
Bart, the charm was put forward.
But Bart was always put off by her attitude - she was good at what she
did AND she was beautiful, a fact that she never let anyone around her
forget.
Lisa, subconsciously, moved to be next to her older brother, wrapping
her arm in his, giving her adversary a cool look.
"Actually, Sherri, Bart is going to be taking me out to dinner tonight.
Aren't you?" She glanced his way.
"I've offered to treat you after the dance, you know that," he responded.
"Huh, too bad." Sherri muttered. "I'm sure we could have had a great
time tonight, Bart. I don't ask for dates too often you know."
"Sorry, Sherri, maybe next time." The two siblings walked off, arm in
arm. It was well on the way outside in the twilight of the school yard
when Lisa finally broke the silence.
"I can't stand her! Thank GOD we're not going to the same university!"
"Now, now, Lisa, take it easy. This was the last time you had to dance
with her. You've still got a couple of months before college. So just
put it behind you, ok?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "I know, but did you see her!? She practically
rolled over on the ground and spread her legs out for you!"
Bart giggled. "If I didn't know you better, I'd have said you were
jealous."
Lisa didn't reply.
The two went to Krusty Burger, one of their favorite places, to eat and
had a great time. When they arrived home, Lisa looked up at her brother,
as they walked through the porch, with soft blue eyes - eyes that sent
him into delirium every once in a while. If only, he had often thought,
if only she weren't my sister...
"You going straight to bed?" Lisa whispered.
"Err yeah.. this evenings been quite exhausting!!"
"You couldn't stay up for a while.. I'm not that tired, Mom and Dad are
at the business dinner tonight, so I don't want to be alone."
"Well, why didn't you go out with your friends from the studio?"
"Because I wanted to spend time with you, Bart."
That comment sent an odd feeling through him. He sensed that something
might be wrong, that she had something to tell him or a problem she
wanted to talk about.
"Is everything ok?" he asked.
"Fine, Bart, just fine," she smiled. Her full lips pulled apart to
reveal shiny white teeth, her eyes glittered above them. "I'm going to
take a shower. Would you mind, afterward, giving me a back massage? My
muscles are still kinda tight from dancing."
"Sure, Lisa. I'll just watch some TV or something until then."
As he heard the water running upstairs, he reflected on his sister's
mood. There was something decidedly different about the way she was
acting, and he didn't know what she was up to. He remembered seeing her
in her dance costume this evening, tight against her body leaving only
little to the imagination. Because of the spot lights, dancers were not
allowed to wear underwear of any sort, and her seventeen-year-old
breasts pressed hard against the sheer material, allowing her nipples to
show. Bart couldn't help but gaze at them longingly, as he often did. He
spent the majority of the time looking only at her, her dainty, 5'3"
body gliding back and forth across the stage, her muscular, taut legs
sending her leaping high into the air, her small, cute touche defying
gravity by virtue of youth and exercise.
It reminded him of his own ballet days. Did she ever see Bart in such a
way during his performance? Under her proud breath maybe swept an
unknown desire, like his. She had said after his performance that "he
had shown a sign of him that would never be erazed.. from then on they
were kindred spirits." following her proudness with a tender kiss on the
cheek. Could she..?
He had always been incredibly protective of her, especially when it came
to when Lisa had got the better of herself to fight against a just
cause.
He loved her very tenderly. But since she had started growing into a
young woman, his mind would often wander to flights of fancy of being
with her himself. In his thoughts they had made love countless times,
especially when his sister's body was starting to round out, his
incestuous thoughts drifted into his consciousness less and less often.
But every once and again, he would allow himself this one, forbidden
fantasy...
The water shut off, bringing him out of his reverie. He heard her climb
out of the tub and towel herself dry. Soon after he could hear her
blow-drying her soft, star-shaped, blond hair. He waited until he heard
her leave the bathroom and stomp around her room before he went up to
check on her.
"Everything ok in there?" he said to the closed door. "Are you decent?"
"Hold on..." He heard her shuffling around a bit, then heard her bed
springs bounce a couple of times. "Ok, you can come in."
He opened the door to see his sister in her adorable nightgown, laying
face down on her bed. Her gown exposed her firm legs from beneath them,
her rounded bum forming a delicious hill from underneath. He had seen
her like this many times, but the difference was in her eyes as she
gazed at him. It was something he had never seen in his sister before...
"My back is killing me," she stated. "Do you mind working on it for a
while?"
He walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. She closed her eyes
as he lifted his hands to the back of her shoulders and started kneading
the knots in her muscles there.
"Mmmmmm... that feels nice," she whispered. He looked down at her
profile, her yellow face looking to the right with eyes still closed. He
looked up and down her body, and noticed that she was moving her hips
ever so slightly.
"Can you work down on my back a bit?" she asked. Bart lowered his
attention to the middle of her back and started rubbing slightly.
"Lower..." she said. Again, he lowered his attention to the small of her
back and continued with the massage.
"Lower..." she whispered. He wasn't sure he heard her, but decided to
give it a try. He moved his hands so that they were just at the top of
her cheeks and started rubbing more. Her hips started to undulate a bit
more now, and a small sigh came out of her
After five or so minutes of this, he asked, "How's this doing?"
"Fine, just fine," she answered. "But I want you to work on my shoulders
again. Hold on while I sit up."
He leaned away and she changed her position so that she was sitting,
facing away from him. He replaced his hands on her shoulders and pressed
his thumbs into the muscles there.
"Oh, yeah, like that..." she breathed, and started rolling her head
around in circles. "You've always made me feel so good when you touch
me..."
'Can this be happening?' he thought. I could interpret her behavior in a
couple of ways, but what if I'm wrong? His penis had started to swell a
bit as he felt his sister's body, he'd learnt very well what that had
meant in class, but he was unsure as to what to do. Do I risk everything,
or do I do nothing?
His indecision was met with a startling hint.
"You know, Bart, this feels great, but the gown is absorbing too much
heat. Hold on."
As she said this, she reached down and slowly pulled the gown off,
leaving her with only her knickers and bra on.
"Could you work on my back a bit more, please?" she pleaded.
He moved closer and wrapped his hands around her shoulders and neck. He
could feel the warmth that was emanating from her soft, tender yellow
skin, made all the more hot with his massage. She continued to roll her
head around in large, slow circles, stretching the muscles, and every
once in a while her mouth let out a small, "Yes... mmmm yes..."
He was fully extended by this point. He knew now that he could have his
way with her. He was just unsure as to what to do, or rather, whether or
not he should. His fantasy was coming true, but would he have the
strength to pursue it, now that it was available?
He slipped his hands down a bit to work on her middle back. While doing
so, without thinking about it, he leaned his head down until his lips
just brushed the back of her neck. His eyes closed, he moved his head in
circles, himself, lightly touching her skin with his lips.
Once she felt this, with his warm breath caressing her neck, a moaning
sound escaped her own lips. "Oh, Bart... that feels so nice... please,
don't stop..."
Bart stopped his circular motion and gave her neck a soft, gentle kiss,
sending shivers down both their spines. He could smell the scent from
her skin, stronger than he had ever noticed, and guessed that she was as
excited as he. His hands glided down her back to her small waist, and he
continued to delicately kiss and lick her neck.
"Oh, Bart..." he heard her sigh.
He moved his kisses to the right, now sending electric fire through her
body from the right side of her neck. She slowly leaned her head back,
turned her face, and grasped his open lips with a soft but strong kiss.
They both moaned in pleasure as their lips met, and soon their tongues
were slowly exploring, searching each other out, dancing around each
other in a slow waltz as they met.
He broke the kiss and reached around with his right hand to grasp her
left shoulder from the front. Partially turning her, he kissed her chin,
then her throat, and down to her collarbone.
"Oh, Bart, I've wanted this to happen for so long..." she said.
"Why didn't you let me know?" he replied, his mouth never stopping its
work on her upper chest.
"The timing was never right, plus I wasn't sure if you wanted me, too."
He stopped his kissing and sat up strait to look into her large, moist,
soft blue eyes.
"How could I not want you, Lisa?" he asked, exasperated. "I've seen you
grow to be one of the most beautiful little ladies I've ever had the
pleasure of seeing. I've always felt so jealous of the guys that would
take you out, like Nelson, knowing that their hands would touch you,
that yours would touch them. How do you think I felt, knowing that they
would enjoy your body as I never could have?"
"They never enjoyed my body, Bart; not fully. I've never let them."
He stared, wide-eyed at his sister, not believing what she had just said.
She looked down a bit as she said "I.. I've never kissed a boy like that
before.. I've never been with any boy.. Nelson was nothing... .I...
I've always wanted you to teach me how to make love for the first time.
Kinda stupid, huh?"
"No, Lisa, no... not stupid at all. I'm flattered, really. I just can't
believe it, you know?"
"Well, believe it, Bart, because I want you. I want you to make love to
me. I want to feel you inside me. Tonight. Right now..."
They stared in each other's eyes, the lust of both visible to each other.
She took his right hand in hers, leading it to her shoulder.
"Touch me, Bart," she whispered.
He leaned forward and kissed her, more forcefully than they had
previously. Her arms went around his head, pressing his tongue deeper
into her open, inviting mouth. Slowly...so slowly, his hand traced her
skin down...
down...
down...
until his hand rested on her nipple through her bra. She broke the kiss,
removed it, and reeled her head back, gasping as her brother felt her
naked skin there for the first time.
"Oh, god, Bart...you make me feel so good..."
"Lis' I've never done this before.. I've never been with a girl before..
I was tempted with Sherri.. but... I've always.. since you grew up..
spoke your first word.. I've always admired you.. wanted you... to be my
first!"
His head leaned down to the top of her breast as he started licking in
small circles down until her erect nipple was inside his mouth. She
could do nothing but cradle his head in her arms as she rocked back and
forth, reveling in the feeling. His hand sought out her right breast,
and started a different sort of massage than what he started. Soon, both
her nipples were as hard as they'd ever been in her life, sensations she
had never experienced running through her as never before. He moved his
mouth over and started his gentle teasing with his tongue on her other
breast, drawing slow, agonizing circles with his saliva on her until his
mouth found what it was seeking.
"Oh, god, Bart!!"
He giggled. "Lay down on the bed."
She did as he asked, and he took a moment to enjoy the sight. There she
was, his younger sister, lying down in front of him, nothing on but a
flimsy pair of white, cotton panties, just as he imagined in his dreams.
Her eyes were closed, her right arm by her side, her left arm up around
her head.
After fully enjoying with his eyes this sight, he decided other parts of
her body deserved some attention. He kissed her slightly on the lips,
and resumed his tasting of her skin; down her chin, her throat, to her
breastbone, where he reached up and kissed her nipple again. She shivered
in excitement and lust as she felt his warm, wet mouth enveloping her
nipples.
As his mouth satiated itself with them, his left hand raised up to cup
them. Then, slowly, he traced his fingers down past her stomach, around
her navel, and to the cotton panties that were just below. She sucked in
her breath as she felt this, knowing that soon, soon her own desires
would be fulfilled.
He continued sending his fingers down, past the elastic of her panties,
and over her abdomen until he reached its destination. After a couple of
seconds, he continued to her right leg, to her inner thigh, slightly
tickling her there.
"Oh, god, Bart.."
A wave of wetness escaped her, knowing that she had almost waited too
long to make true her desires.
His left hand tugged at her thighs a bit, indicating that he wanted her
to spread them. She obliged eagerly. Still softly sucking on his
sister's nipple, he palmed her mound finally noticing how soaked she
really was. Lisa could hardly take this stimulus and grabbed Bart's head
and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him, tonguing him as though there
was no tomorrow. Moans and grunts were the only noises she could
recognize, and it took a minute to notice that it was her own sounds she
was hearing.
"Oh, BART, keep touching me!"
Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity, he began sending her to a
new high of excitement, and began to finger the exterior of her crotch
and Bart touched the object of so many wild dreams. Bart had to
consciously remember that this was his and her first time.
"Oh, GOD, Bart, that feels so good, so good..." she gasped.
So slowly did he excite his sister. She could do nothing but suck in her
breath at this feeling.
Back and forth, once again so slowly, he rubbed her clit, sending her
into a frenzy as she came for the first time with her own brother.
"Oh, Bart... oh God... oh God... oh GOD... OH GOOOOOD! YES! YES!" she
screamed as this new sensation swept over her from the top of her head
down to her toes. She grasped his head with her hands and could do
nothing but squeeze with all her might. "YES! BART YES! OH GOD!" Her
hips moved up and down as her orgasm sent another wave of nectar through
her legs and down her slit.
After resting for a time, she looked at him. "I've never felt like this
before. I've touched myself so often, dreaming that you were the one
doing it to me, but I've never climaxed like that before. Oh, God...
MMMM... Oh God, Bart..."
He tugged at her panties, letting her know what he wanted. She raised
her hips to help him, and soon her soaked underthings were on the floor.
Once again, Bart took a minute to enjoy his sister's sweet body. Her
legs were slightly parted, her right leg raised a bit, providing him
with an incredible view of his sister's vagina.
He reached his hands up and spread her legs. She obliged, and brought
both her knees up to allow him more room. He crawled between her legs so
that his mouth was just over her vagina
"Oh, God, Bart, I've wanted this for so long..."
She giggled and gasped in expectation. He softly stuck out his tongue,
drawing yet more circles on her lower body. He could hardly wait to
taste her sweet juices.
He leaned his head down and brushed his tongue against her vagina lips.
She gasped again as he did this, not believing that such feeling was
possible. After drawing an almost-oval shape around her entry-way, he
quickly, lightly touched her exposed clitoris, his tongue leaving it as
quickly as it touched it.
"OH! Bart, don't tease me, please..."
He spread her lips with his mouth and went back and forth against her
clit, slowly. He wanted her to enjoy this, and was rewarded with his
administrations with her rocking her hips to and fro, also very slowly.
He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up; he was still fully
clothed and his hardened manhood simply YEARNED for freedom and
attention. But, he said to himself, the wait will be well worth it...
He started picking up his pace with his licks and sucks, gently bringing
her engorged bud inside his mouth to mimic fellatio. Back and forth he
went, bringing her to yet another climax. She SCREAMED with delight as
she came a second time, amazed that she could come so soon after her
first, and so much stronger.
He slowed down on her, easing her back into semi-reality. Finally, she
could take it no more. "Bart, I want you inside me... please......I want
you to fill me," she pleaded. He was only happy to oblige.
He stood up and slowly removed his clothing. As he removed his shorts he
noticed her hand drifting to her vagina, rubbing slowly as he took off
the rest of his clothing. The sight of him nude was nothing new, but
what she fantasized about everytime he once strode brazenly about the
house naked as an adolescent was about to come true, and what lay out
infront of her was more than she had ever dreamed.
"Come here, Bart..." she said quietly. He went on top of her and kissed
her mouth so tenderly, as only two lovers could.
Suddenly, she flipped him over so that she was on top. Her tender legs
wrapped around him and he felt her wetness on the sensitive side of his
penis. All the while they tasted each other's mouth, tongue on tongue.
His hands went to her posterior and kneaded her cheeks in expectation.
She leaned down next to his ear and whispered, "I couldn't imagine my
first time being with anyone else but you..."
Now it was his turn to mutter, "Oh, God," allowing the moment to rush
over him. Soon, he thought, he'd be making love with his little sister.
"Losing my virginity to you will be my most intimate gift of love to
you, and nothing will change that. I will never feel guilty about making
love to you, brother. So don't hesitate. Take me, your loving sister,
and fill me with your love. I want you inside me."
Bart was aroused, but there was no lust. Instead, the only feeling that
overwhelmed both of them was the genuine, pure love they felt for each
other. She sat up a bit, stopped her rubbing against him. She reached
down and put the tip of him just inside her. "I love you, Bart." she
smiled, looking down at him.
"I love you too, Lisa; so much. I always will," he smiled back.
She replaced her hand next to his head. This was it, this was the moment
they both had wanted, but hadn't known until an hour ago.
She pressed her hips down, so that he was inside her only an inch. She
closed her eyes and brought herself back up. Down she went again,
allowing more of him inside her, and up again. Down and up she went,
taking her time, enjoying the feeling of her brother inside her.
After a minute, she slowly pressed down, all the way, until Bart's plump
belly met with her delicate one. Bart rocked his head back, scarcely
believing how warm, tight, yet soft she was inside. Her hymen must have
ripped long ago, he thought, with the heavy dancing and stretching that
she'd done over the months, so she felt no pain as she took him in.
"Oh, Bart, you're so wonderful... I love you."
"I love you too... please... don't stop, Lisa."
He pulled on her posterior, leading her up so that just his head was
inside and back down, up, and down, until she had set a rhythm she was
comfortable with. Her soft, wet muscles practically pulled him in every
time she went down.
He removed his hands so that he could grasp her soft nipples, and she
started to get faster in rythm. Faster, harder. Back and forth she went,
until both of them were gasping for air. "Oh, BART, FUCK ME! OH FUCK
ME!" she screamed. "I want to feel you cum inside me, oh Bart!"
He could hardly resist her wishes. Yet felt surprised at the profanity
she was using.
Soon, too soon, he felt his testicles tighten, and he knew he was about
to send his seed inside her. He wondered if she was protected, but the
thought was wiped away as she pumped hard against him.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh yes, Lisa, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
"Mmmmm... you feel so good!" she cried.
Bart started to push it in and pull it back out of Lisa's delicate
vagina with more rythm. Long, deep moans emerged from the girl's mouth.
As Lisa built up toward orgasm, Bart felt slightly turned on as well and
began to rub her vagina lips, in order to release the juice and fulfill
her growing need for an orgasm. Lisa was shivering with every thrust,
and smiling with every withdrawal. In her ecstacy, she didn't even
realize her surroundings. She pulled at her nipples, then humped Barts
manhood ferociously, and loved every minute of it. Very soon, Lisa's
body went stiff. The contractions in her love tube were strong, and
tried to squeeze the seeds out of Barts love tube. She screamed in sheer
pleasure, and cried for more.
Closer and closer he could feel his sperm climbing through his shaft. He
was sent over the edge with her saying:
"Oh, Bart, I'm coming AGAIN, OH BART I'M COMING SO HARD!"
With an animal howl, he felt his cock being milked by his sister until
he spurt hot and deep, so deep inside her. Time after time he could feel
himself spraying into her, her motion never slowing down a bit. He
couldn't tell where he was or who he was, the only thing real to him at
that moment was how his sister was making him feel. He never came like
that before, and, he felt, he never would again.
Eventually, he started to soften as he struggled for air. She slowed her
pumping motion, eyes still closed in ecstasy and orgasm, allowing her
juices to mingle with his. Soon after, reluctantly, she climbed off of
him. There they stayed for long minutes, touching and kissing, their
forbidden fantasies realized. They had loved each other for so long, now
their love had entered into another dimension.
She looked at him. "I love you so much, Bart. Thank you."
"Thank YOU, Lisa," he replied, unable to say anything more.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and soon brother and sister drifted
off into satisfied, peaceful sleep.
Part 2
It had been a full 4 months since Bart and Lisa, brother and sister, had
consummated their love for each other. Just before graduating from 12th
grade, Lisa had allowed her wildest fantasy come true by seducing Bart.
That evening would last forever in her dreams, and while she closed her
eyes she could feel the soft kisses on her breasts, the slight tickling
of his fingers as he stroked the insides of her thighs, causing enormous
feelings of longing deep within her soul.
Now nearing the end of her long drawn out summer holiday, she was
looking forward to college. This past year had been hellish on so many
levels: She was seriously beginning to wonder about her decision to
pursue her dream. All work and not much play was her mantra, and she was
disheartened to realize that she hadn't really made any friends at
school. There wasn't much to look forward to.
She couldn't believe that 4 months ago she was a fresh-faced virgin. She
cherished the fact that her loving brother brought her into this world
of pleasure and excitement, and was determined to pay him back this
summer...
Bart had surprisingly and successfully finished his first year of trade
school. Now the second was lurking in a few weeks and he'd be back
there. Nearing the final stretch, he couldn't wait to be out of there!
Trade school, to him, was always a necessary evil: it was only a vehicle
to land a job that paid well. He hated it; he always had. Now he had
finished the year, the one he believed felt as long as 10 to 12 years
long. And what's more, he had a summer "vacation" looking at him and he
still hadn't taken full potential of his freedom. Something seemed to
undermine his flexability. He was missing something. He needed some more
satisfaction in life. He felt empty.
Lisa arrived home first that day, followed by Bart soon after hanging
with his friend Milhouse. He couldn't wait to see his sister, and he
wasn't disappointed when they crossed paths in the kitchen. Marge was
cooking some delicious meal. Lisa sat reading a letter and gave Bart a
short glance and smiled with sweet loving adoration. Bart smiled back
and nodded with inclination. Ever since that night, they had exchanged
glances like this. She was still the 5'3" beauty with starlike blond
hair. She was still perfect. The young lady who was reaching womanhood
had grown to the wonderfully rounded adult he admired both in
intelligence and in intellect. What he loved most of all, is how aware
he was of that development.. He loved how he slowly, very slowly grew to
love her even more with every year she continued to grow from a cute
little baby who had uttered his name as her first word to the 156 IQ
wondergirl he worshipped now. The misunderstood genius.
Lisa, too, was happy to see her brother. He was the same good-looking
young guy whom she loved dearly.
Lisa wasn't doing much of anything besides hanging around with collegues
from MENSA. Bart wasn't looking to try to make love with his sister
again; he had experienced something wildly erotic and every once in a
while he would drift back in time to that evening. But, owing to the
fact that he really wasn't terribly active sexually, he doubted anything
like that would happen again.
Lisa, however, had other intentions. Every chance she had she'd smile,
or smirk, or wink, or anything at her older brother just to get his
attention. That was hard to do: he was hardly ever home, but boozing
with Milhouse or skaters around Springfield, or elsewhere breaking
various laws. He had, however, noticed the slight flirtations and double
entendres of his cute little sister - he just didn't know what to do
about it.
Homer worked, but Marge didn't, so she was always around. That sorta
limits the amount of opportunities to be alone with one who was, he
thought, the most alluring girl he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Days passed into weeks, and Lisa couldn't wait any longer. The nights
staying up, her hand pleasing herself as she imagined her brother were
about to end. She was going to take matters into her own hands.
Bart awoke one morning before anyone else, as he had all summer. He
walked to the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. He went
to look at himself in the mirror only to find a white envelope taped to
it, which read "Bart." He took it off the mirror, broke open the seal,
and took its contents out. The first thing he noticed was the Polaroid
picture. It was a picture of Lisa. But it wasn't the Lisa he had grown
up with or even had made love to the previous term. This was something
quite different. The picture was of her facing the camera at an angle,
wearing nothing but her lightweight bathrobe. The bathrobe was open just
enough to show the natural curves of her body, her slender waist that
flowed out toward her soft hips, and her panty covered nether-region.
She was no longer a girl, but a woman at the peak of her beauty, and her
attitude in the picture resembled the subtle change that Bart had
noticed.
What struck Bart the most, however, was the look on her face. Her hands
behind her back, she looked up at him through the picture with her head
nodded down just a little but with her eyes looking up to him. She was
smiling, It didn't look slutty, rather it looked enticing. Staring into
his sister's eyes through the picture, his heart filled with love and
longing. It was only then he noticed the rush of blood flooding his
manhood, forcing it to rise underneath his pyjama's pants. Long minutes
past while he studied every contour, every detail of this erotic sight
before him. He placed the picture down reluctantly and opened the folded
note that accompanied the picture.
"Bart, I'd love to spend some more time with you.
Love Always, Lisa."
He hardly needed any more persuasion than that. He backed to his room
and called Milhouse to cancel today's beer runs around Shelbyville. He
went back to bed and an hour later was awoken by his mother.
"Aren't you late?" she inquired ..
"I don't feel so well. I'm going to be sick to my stomach." That much
was true; he couldn't wait to find out what his sister had in mind, and
his imagination was sending the rest of his body almost into convulsion!
"Well, do you want me to do anything? Bring you some juice or medicine?"
"Thanks, mom, but I don't think I could handle anything right now. I've
already called Milhouse to let him know... Ohh.. What are the odds..
being sick on a Saturday!! God!!"
"Well, ok. Your father will be leaving soon to go bowling with Lenny and
Carl, and I've been invited to a luncheon with some ladies from church.
If you want, I can call and cancel to stay here with you."
Oh, Christ, not that. "No, mom, I'll be fine. I'm not a kid anymore,
remember? Besides, Lisa will be here if I need anything."
"Well, ok, but she wont be up until 11 o'clock or so, like she always
is. Actually, that'll work out fine, too, since that's about the time
I'll be leaving for Mrs. Lovejoy's. If you need anything until then,
just holler."
"Will do, mom." She closed the door behind her and Bart drifted off to
sleep with dreams filled with lust.
He was awakened a while later by the feeling of someone near him. He
slowly roused his brain from the cobwebs of sleep and took a deep
breath. He detected a faint sweet smell, one he hadn't experienced for
some time. He opened his eyes and saw Lisa sitting on the edge of his
bed, softly running her hand up and down his exposed leg, staring at
him. She was wearing exactly the same outfit as the picture, and the
folds of the bathrobe only just hid her dark pinnacles of her nipples.
She smiled down at him.
"I'm glad you're here. I really wanted to spend some quality time with
you."
"Well, that invitation you left certainly made my mind for me," he
smirked back.
He lay on his back, now fully aware that he was alone with her, with no
one expected to return for some time. She kept rubbing his upper thighs,
piercing his soul, devouring his thoughts with her eyes. Slowly she
started to breathe harder, and inched her hand up, bit by bit, up to his
awaiting penis. She encircled its girth with her fingers and very, very
lightly began to stroke.
"Oh, God," Bart could only mutter, closing his eyes again as the reality
overwhelmed him. Her hand was expertly gliding over the surface of his
skin, not enough to cause orgasm, but enough to entice the mind to dream
of what will come.
"I love you, Bart," she said. "Last term you were so gentle and loving
with me, sharing the most incredible experience with me. I want you to
know how much I appreciate it, and now, dear brother, it's your turn to
be pleased."
"Oh, God," was his only response.
She stood up and he opened his eyes to see what she was doing. She
slowly removed the bathrobe off her shoulders and let it slip down her
back to the floor. She hooked her fingers under her waistband and drew
her panties down, stepping out of them when she had reached the floor.
Once again, she was in front of him, the most beautiful girl he had ever
seen, more than any girl he could have imagined. Her skin was soft,
perfect, and seemed slightly flourescent yellow from the light that
pored in from the doorway. Her belly was fairly flat, caused by her
daily workouts and dance exercises. Her waist was slight and her hips
enough to send any man into desire. Her legs were likewise perfectly
shaped with well-defined muscles what with the leaps and strain of her
lasswork. Her pleasure zone fair, shaven and with no trace of hair,
revealing her true tender exquisitness.
"I love being naked in front of you, Bart," she near-whispered. "I want
what we had before, again."
Dumbfounded, he could do nothing but stare at her un-equaled beauty. She
leaned over him and removed the sheets covering him. She then lifted her
leg up and around his knees, straddling his legs. Her palms ran up and
down the length of his legs, from knee to hip. Slowly she brought her
hands closer and closer to his loins, until his member was encircled
again by her small hand. He laid his head back as she stroked him,
bringing him to his full hardness. She watched as he started to pant,
her own hand bringing his feeling of torture. She leaned down and rubbed
her cheeks against him. He could feel his tip being rubbed against her
lips, nose and chin. Slowly she led her moist tongue from base to tip.
He grunted with pleasure.
"Do you like this?" she queried.
"Yes, Lis'" he responded.
"Well, there's more to come, my brother."
She took his tip just into her mouth, sending electric fire through his
entire being. As she re-started stroking, she sucked lightly on his tip,
causing it to swell. After a minute, more and more of his erection
disappeared into her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Lisa, God that feels so good."
The only thing real to him at this moment was the feeling of his
sister's wet, tight lips engulfing him in a steady up-and-down movement.
From end to end her lips and mouth sent him into near frenzy. Every once
and again she allowed a grunt or moan escape her mouth or nose, exciting
him even further. She quickened her pace as she got more into it. She
could feel the tip brushing the back of her throat, and was keenly aware
of how intensely hot her brothers penis felt in her mouth. She wanted
him to have the same feelings as she experienced in the last encounter,
when he was the one taking the time to make her feel incredible. Just
when he placed his hand on her head to indicate how to bring him to
orgasm, she stopped.
"Oh, no, no no no no no, Lis' what're you doing?" he pleaded.
"Your love is too precious to waste that way," she replied, shifting
position so that her moisten entrance was over him. "I want you inside
me, Bart, I want to feel your hot seed splash against my womb."
With that, she lowered herself fully onto him. She gasped as her
internal muscles expanded, allowing him access. Soon, her natural juices
flowed from her as never before, allowing her to glide up and down her
brother.
"Yes, Bart, that feels so good. Does it feel good to you, my love?"
"Of course, Lis'...you're so hot and wet...oh, God it's not going to
take me long to come."
He reached up and fondled his sister's breasts, causing her nipples to
harden into pebbles. She rode up and down slowly, reveling in the
experience of fucking her own brother again. He sat up to take one of
her nipples into his mouth, nibbling and sucking at it as if he were her
child. This made her close her own eyes, throw her head back, and pump
faster against his manhood. She could feel every inch of him pulsing,
burning into her, the friction rubbing against her clit time and time
again, sending her to past the stars. He reached down and behind her to
grasp her bum and kissed her full on the mouth. Once again, their
tongues danced a wild, crazy waltz as they sought every way to please
each other. Up, down, up down she went, until there was no turning back.
"Oh, God, Lisa, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna come inside you again, oh yes,
yes yes...." his voice trailed off to allow him to pant for the air he
needed. She joined in his heavy breathing, as her own climax was
approaching. Lisa was nearly pounding Bart with her body, not letting
either of their bodies have a second to relax, but driving both of them
into incestuous heaven. She moaned as her orgasm hit, the hardest and
deepest she had ever experienced.
"OH, BART, Yes!!"
That was enough to send his seed rushing through him. He felt the first
spurt of seeds rush up through her, the rest closely following.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm going to cum in you again Lisa, oh, yes,
yes YES YESYES! Unnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He grabbed hard onto anything he could as his semen leaped from him and
into his little sister. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged from him,
mingling with her nectar. They kissed the kiss of lovers, allowing the
wash of physical satisfaction and emotion overtake them. They held each
other closely, neither one breaking the sanctity of the moment by
speaking. Sweat nearly poured off both their bodies from the exertion,
and air was hard to come by as they gasped. There they stayed for quite
some time, still attached, kissing and holding each other, more tender
than any two people had ever been in history.
Stephen Rennick
take away from it being two persons of kin engaging in sexual intercourse.
I don't know about where you're from but no matter the name, to me incest is
sick.
But whatever floats your boat...
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Clair
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>More:
No, lets not have anymore. At least stop cross-posting to u.m.t.s. - he
doesn't know we're here yet!
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ATB, Clair
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Yama
David Lees
> Lisa slipped off her red dress and panties. Now naked, and strikingly
> beautiful at 19 years young, Lisa sat on the toilet flicking through
> an issue of the 'Non-threatening Boys' magazine.
>
Nice story. It needs more Homer though.