...cked her all night. To put it bluntly, Bart was hung like a horse and had the stamina of a bull.
She’d lost count of how many girls had told her how hot her brother was now, but Lisa thought they were all missing the point.
Bart wasn’t a hottie – he was a STUD.
Bart was made not to shelter the female of the species, but to pleasure and breed them. There was more than one reason Lisa was so scrupulous about birth control – not only did she have an IUD, but she made Bart use condoms whenever possible.
Lisa had always considered herself the moral centre of the Simpson family; in many ways she still did. But she’d never felt any guilt whatsoever, even while sitting 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...