Chapter Four : Homer Alone

At night, Bart, unable to find solace in his own hand after replaying the embarrassment of his failed date with Jenna, Bart found himself once again creeping towards Lisa's room. His mind swirling with thoughts of the busty, curvy blonde who had so effortlessly captured his attention, he craved the comfort of a warm, willing body to erase the sting of rejection.

With a heavy heart and a cock throbbing with need, Bart pushed open the door to Lisa's room, the dim moonlight illuminating her sleeping form. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. He approached the bed, his mind filled with the image of Jenna's voluptuous body. Desire coiled in his belly as he climbed onto the mattress, his cock standing at attention as he positioned himself between her legs.

Without a word, he parted her thighs, his thick member finding its way to her slick entrance. As he plunged into her, his thoughts remained with Jenna's luscious curves and her seductive smile. He fucked Lisa with a fervor that bordered on desperation, her pussy walls clenching around him like a vise. Each thrust was a silent claim, a declaration of his need for something more than what his sister's body could provide.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, a mix of confusion and arousal clouding her features. Despite the conflict in his thoughts, his body knew only one thing - the sweet release it sought in her warm, wet embrace. He pounded into her, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful, her body bouncing beneath his like a ragdoll.

With a frustrated grunt, Bart pulled out of Lisa's pussy and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her face closer to his pulsing cock. He could see the confusion in her eyes, but the need for release was too great to consider her feelings. He erupted in a torrent of hot, sticky cum, painting her face and mouth with ropes of his seed.

The taste of his own frustration and desire coated her tongue as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his. The act was as much about power and control as it was about pleasure, a silent acknowledgment of the darker turn their relationship had taken.

After a moment, he released her hair and she sat up, wiping a strand of cum from her cheek with the back of her hand. He gave her a curt nod before getting off the bed and pulling on his boxers, leaving her sprawled and used. Without another word, he exited the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Lisa lay there, feeling a mix of arousal and dejection, her body still quivering from the rough treatment.

Lisa remained on the bed, her cheek still sticky with Bart's cum. The raw, dominant way he had taken her stirred something primal within her, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. Her hand found its way to her clit, using her fingers to spread his semen around her pussy, she began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, the slippery mess mixing with her own juices. She felt both used and violated, yet the taboo nature of their act only heightened her desire.

Her other hand moved to her mouth, her tongue sliding out to taste the remnants of his cum, savoring the saltiness that lingered on her lips. Her hips began to rock against her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she grew closer to climax. Her body was on fire, craving more of the pleasure that only her brother could give her.

The sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall was a stark reminder of their secret, but it was a secret she cherished, a secret that made her feel alive. Her hand moved faster, her breath hitching as she chased the high that came from being the object of his desire.

With one final, shuddering moan, she came, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She collapsed back onto the mattress, feeling both satisfied and empty, her heart racing with the intensity of her orgasm. Despite the guilt that threatened to consume her, she knew she would never refuse him, never turn him away. Their love was wrong, but in that moment, it was also the most right thing she had ever felt.

The next morning, Lisa awoke to the sticky mess between her legs, a testament to the raw passion of the night before. Her cheek still bore the faint traces of Bart's cum, serving as a silent reminder of their transgressive act. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she thought about it, her hand idly tracing the curve of her breasts. Her fingertips grazed her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden into tight little peaks. She pinched and rolled them gently, a soft moan escaping her lips as the sensation shot straight to her core.

The feeling was exquisite, and she couldn't help but wonder if her own touch could ever compare to the way Milhouse's mouth had worshipped them. Her thoughts drifted to the way he had taken her, the power and possession in every thrust, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the guilt. Despite the wrongness of it all, she found herself craving more of touch, more of dominance.

At school, Lisa couldn't help but overhear a group of giggling girls whispering about the scandalous hair pulling rumor that had been circulating around the hallways. Her cheeks grew hot with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she realized they were discussing her and Bart's recent encounters.

As Lisa's dainty foot accidentally crushed down on Nelson Muntz's toe, a sharp intake of breath pierced the cacophony of the schoolyard. Her emerald eyes widened in shock, a soft "Oh, I'm so sorry!" escaping her full, pink lips. Meanwhile, Nelson's face contorted in pain, his beefy body momentarily paralyzed by the sudden, unexpected pressure. The toe-stepping incident was like a spark in a dry field of hormones and angst, setting the stage for an unlikely encounter between two characters who otherwise occupied starkly different social orbits.

As the schoolyard buzzed with the unexpected drama, unbeknownst to the spectators, Terri Mackleberry had other plans for Bart. With a sly smirk, she tugged him by the collar of his shirt into the shadows of an abandoned janitor's closet. The darkness enveloped them like a velvet curtain, muffling the outside sounds and leaving them in a cocoon of anticipation.

Misinterpreting the situation, Bart's hands wandered over the curves of what he thought was Lisa's body, exploring the uncharted terrain of Terri's ample breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. His heart raced as he crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue probing the sweet cavern of her mouth with a hunger that had been festering for his sister.

However, as the shock of the toe-stepping faded into the background, the reality of Terri's distinctly non-Lisa scent and the feel of her soft, fuller figure against him began to register in his foggy, aroused mind. The kiss grew more urgent as he realized his mistake, yet instead of stopping, the thrill of the illicit encounter only fueled his desire.

Terri's hands, normally reserved and proper, roamed over his body with surprising boldness, her fingernails scraping against his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her breath was hot and ragged in his ear as she whispered, "You know you've always wanted this, bad boy".

Terri's grip tightened on Bart's shoulders as she straddled him, her velvety thighs enveloping his waist. She hovered for a moment, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and lust, before she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. Bart's eyes bulged as he felt the tight, hot embrace of her anus, a sensation that was both alien and exhilarating. "Terri, I—" he began, but she silenced him with another kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she began to rock her hips, taking him deeper and deeper.

Her plump, round buttocks bounced with every movement, each cheek a perfect handful. She moaned into his mouth, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure and power. The friction was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a delicious blend of pain and ecstasy that had him groaning in a way that was anything but brotherly. Her walls clenched around him, massaging his length as she found her rhythm, her movements growing more and more frenzied as she approached climax.

The closet walls echoed with the sound of their flesh slapping together, a testament to their forbidden union. And as the pleasure built within him, Bart couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill, knowing that the girl he was about to claim was not his sister, but someone just as taboo—his sister's best friend, Terri.

Nelson, nursing his bruised toe and bruised ego, retreated to the solitary sanctuary of his treehouse after school. The image of Lisa's innocent face and the accidental toe-stepping incident replayed in his mind, igniting a smoldering fire in his loins. His thoughts grew increasingly graphic as he envisioned her curvy figure bent over the railing of the treehouse, her skirt hiked up to reveal the treasure hidden beneath.

His hand slid down the front of his pants, gripping his thickening member with a possessive fervor. He stroked himself slowly, savoring the feeling as he pictured her delicate hands reaching back to grip the wooden slats, her moans of pleasure muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into to stifle the sounds. Each stroke grew faster and more demanding as he imagined her tight, pink pussy, slick with desire, eagerly accepting his throbbing cock.

He pumped harder, the fantasy unfolding in his mind like a pornographic movie, her legs trembling with each powerful thrust he delivered. His balls tightened, and with a grunt that was part pain and part pleasure, he erupted, painting the floorboards with ropes of hot cum.

The reality of his hand and the imagined embrace of Lisa's pussy were a potent combination, sending him spiraling into a climax that was both cathartic and infused with a dark, twisted satisfaction. As he caught his breath, Nelson's mind was already racing with thoughts of how to make his fantasy a reality, his hunger for the girl next door growing with every passing moment.

That night, as the moon cast shadows across the Simpson household, Lisa's door creaked open to reveal Bart's silhouette. The siblings had developed a routine of silent invitations, and this was his latest. He stepped into the room, the floorboards groaning softly under his weight, and moved towards the bed.

Without a word, Bart climbed onto the bed, his cock already standing tall and proud. He positioned himself behind her, aligning his member with her slick opening. As he pushed inside her, Lisa's breath hitched, and she bit down on the pillow to muffle her cry. His grip on her hips was firm, almost painful, as he began to thrust in and out of her with a ferocity that spoke of his need for dominance.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing them with a brutal force that made her nipples throb and ache. He pinched them, twisted them, leaving dark bruises that would be hidden by her school shirt the next day. The pain was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through her body that only served to heighten her arousal.

Lisa's pussy tightened around him, her walls quivering as she approached climax. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound echoing through the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the thudding of her heart. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, ready to explode, and she knew that her own orgasm was just moments away. Her hand found its way between her legs, her fingers circling her clit with a feverish need to push herself over the edge.

As he reached the peak of his pleasure, Bart's grip on her breasts tightened even further, his knuckles turning white with the effort. He pulled out of her just in time to spray her back with ropes of hot, sticky cum, painting her skin in a display of his ownership. The sensation was almost too much for Lisa, and she came hard, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock in a series of spasms that left her trembling. They lay there, panting and spent, the reality of their taboo love thick in the air around them. But for now, in the dark of the night, all that mattered was the fiery passion that consumed them.

As the night grew darker, Homer stumbled into the room, his eyes glossy with alcohol and desire. He took in the sight of his children entwined, and instead of the expected anger, a strange yearning flickered in his gaze. "My turn," he slurred, his voice thick with lust.

Homer's eyes gleamed with a drunken hunger as he approached the bed, his belly jiggling with each step. His cock, which had remained flaccid despite the erotic display before him, now began to swell with renewed interest. He didn't bother to remove his clothes, instead letting his pants pool around his ankles as he climbed onto the bed.

He positioned himself between Lisa's legs, his stomach resting heavily on her thighs as he took in the sight of his daughter's naked body. Lisa felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she watched him, his hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it to life.

With a grunt, Homer leaned down, his mouth closing over her clit. His tongue was rough and unpracticed, but the sensation of his stubble against her skin sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He rubbed his cock against her, the friction causing her to squirt uncontrollably, soaking the bed beneath them.

As the last drops of her orgasm subsided, Homer pulled away, his face contorted with a mix of anger and disgust. He reached out, slapped her hard across the cheek, and then painted her face with a thick, hot stream of his cum, a visual exclamation point on the depravity of the moment.

Without a word, he stumbled off the bed, his cum still dripping from Lisa's chin. She could hear the sound of his heavy footsteps retreating down the hall, leaving her alone with the sticky mess and the pounding of her own heart. The room was silent except for the sound of her own ragged breathing.

As Lisa lay in bed, her body sticky and sated from the twisted love of her family, she tried to quiet her racing thoughts by drifting back to her childhood. She remembered the simpler times, when a good grade or a kind word from her teacher brought her more joy than the depraved acts she had just performed.

With a grin that was both proud and predatory, Bart stood up from the bed, his cock still rock-hard from the intense fucking he had given her. He took a few steps back, stroking himself slowly, savoring the feel of his shaft in his hand. "You know, sis," he murmured, "I've been helping Mom out too. She's been pretty stressed lately, and I figured a good pounding from her own son would do the trick." He took aim and with a few more strokes, he shot a generous load of cum across her face, the warm, sticky fluid mixing with her tears and Homer's. "It's a family affair, after all," he quipped, his voice low and filled with a dark amusement.

As he zipped up his pants, the heavy silence in the room was broken only by the sound of their mother's muffled moans from the next room. As Bart sauntered out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway, Lisa lay there, her face a canvas of their combined desire, contemplating the tangled web of sexual debauchery she had just become a part of.

The next morning, the house was still quiet as the sun began to peek through the curtains. Lisa lay in bed, her body feeling both used and alive with the memories of the night before.

The door to her room burst open, and Homer's boisterous voice filled the space. "Bart, what the hell? I told you to prep her, not to go all the way!" he roared, his footsteps stomping down the hallway. Lisa's heart raced as she heard the tension in her father's voice, realizing the gravity of their actions had finally hit him. "You know I had to pop her" Homer continued, his words slurred slightly from his hangover. "It's a daddy's job!"

Bart's voice was nonchalant as he emerged from the bathroom, wiping his face with a towel. "You weren't around, man," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Someone had to make sure she was ready for you." His eyes flicked to Lisa, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he met her gaze. She felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his audacity, her body betraying her as her pussy clenched around the memory of his cock inside her.

Marge appeared in the doorway, her face a mask of forced calm. "Gentlemen," she began, her voice low and steady, "let's not argue about this. It's done, and we need to move forward." She looked at Lisa, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Your father and I are just trying to keep our family happy," she said, reaching out to stroke Lisa's cheek. "And if that means sharing a little love, then so be it."

"Remember, Maggie's been growing up too," he said, his eyes lingering on Lisa's body as if comparing her to her younger sister. "Her tits are filling out nice, and I've noticed she's been walking around with that sweet little ass of hers all wiggly-wiggly."

Homer took a swig from his beer, his eyes scanning over Lisa's form with a critical eye. "You know, sweetie," he slurred, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, "you're starting to look like a woman." "But don't worry," he added, rubbing her thigh, "you can still be a good lay." Lisa felt a mix of disgust and arousal at her father's words, her body responding despite her mind's protests.

She knew that she was now a commodity in the twisted economy of the Simpson family's love, to be used and enjoyed by Homer whenever he saw fit. The thought made her stomach churn, but she also felt a strange thrill at being desired so openly, so crudely, by the man who had raised her. It was a power dynamic she hadn't anticipated, but one that she found herself increasingly drawn to in the shadowy world of their new reality.