...ever, both siblings stopped, their joy’s fading away, letting place for good memories. The boy laid down next to his sister, lost in a daze, a large smile on his face. Suddenly, they both remembered that they weren’t alone.
“Hey, can I get to wash you up?” Milhouse asked, frisky like a puppy before a treat. Lisa and Bart both looked at each other and laughed softly, both at the remark and at how silly Milhouse looked all soaked in Lisa’s juices.
“Of course you can come, Milhouse,” she softly said.
All giddy, he quickly climbed on the bed and started licking all over her shoulders, her neck, then her cheeks and forehead, finishing with a deep French kiss where they shared and mixed both Bart and Lisa’s cum in one incestuous drink.
The next day, Milhouse was the first one to get up. The evening had gone smoothly after they gone their fun. The cum stains had gone away fairly easily and after a shower, which they all took together, it almost looked as if nothing had happened. Almost, if not for the memories that is.
Milhouse went to the bathroom and splashed some water into his face. He used the towel to wash it off and then looked at himself in...