...the way on the school bus. I tried to ask her but she wouldn't tell. She didn't look like she was physically hurt though."
Bart went up and knocked on Lisa's door. He only heard muffed sobbing on the other side. He slowly opened the door. Lisa was on her bed with her pillow over her head.
"Lis', what's wrong?"
"My life is ruined."
She took a sheet of paper and gave it to Bart. It was a report card and she had an F in history.
"Oh Lisa, I'm sorry. But you know, your life isn't finished because of that. You'll have other grades and I'm sure you'll have an A+ on your next history test, an A++ even."
Lisa sobbed softer now, but still kept her head hidden. Bart then approached her slowly and put his hand on her red dress.
"I know what would cheer you up."
He moved his hand downward and under her dress to her private parts. Lisa jumped but did not protest. He started rubbing through the softness of her panties. Even from under the pillow, he could hear her moans. He rubbed softly, sensually, until he felt wetness. Bart then proceeded to remove the panties, to which Lisa didn't object. He slowly pulled, making the silky undergarments slide, which made Lisa giggle a bit. Bart then took the pillow and lifted it from her head.
"I want to see your face."
She was still face down, but she turned her face to her brother and smiled.
"I've wanted this for so long Bart." She said, leaning up and kissing him on the lips. "I'v...