...oded his sister’s mouth. Lisa had to open it to get some air, overwhelmed by so much pleasure at one. Bart then lost control and shot the reminder of his load all over her face. Not that she minded of course, Lisa was just content to get it all, even if it was a mess.
Soon however, 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, Milhou
It had been a month since the night Milhouse had toyed with Bart in his sleep and Lisa awaked. Since then, he had not had the opportunity to have sex again, with them or anyone else, even though Bart had slept at his house only a week ago. Milhouse had to resort to hand, but it was getting tiresome. After having a feel of both Simpson kids, he craved for more. Bart had quickly forgotten his strange wake of a mont...