...t his scrotum.
After a time however, Bart was pulled from his relaxation by the shrill note of his baby sister crying.
"Damn!" he thought, releasing his penis and beginning to look for his underwear. "Wait a sec... It's just me and Maggie, and she's just a baby, I don't have to get dressed." he said to himself, scooting his bare bottom off the bed. Quickly he made his way across the house to the playroom.
He found his sister standing up in her crib, pouting. "What's your problem, man?" Bart asked her. Maggie reached out beyond the rails of her crib. "Oh, you want out, do you? Well, all right." he told her.
"Is this better, Maggie?" Bart asked rhetorically as he picked her up, holding her to his bare chest. She smiled back at him as he carried her to the playroom.
Bart sat down, and held her close to his boyish chest. Maggie struggled after a moment, and so he set her down on the floor with her pacifier. She crawled off across the room to play with some stuffed animals in the corner, and so Bart leaned back against the wall.
Bart watched Maggie suck at her pacifier, and he began to think about breastfeeding. He wondered how it would feel to have a hungry mouth sucking at his tit like a hungry kitten. He remembered seeing Marge breastfeeding Maggie, and Lisa years before.
As he pondered the image, he began to rub and pull his left nipple, attempting to imagine the sensations of a ...