Chapter Five : The Great Donut Heist

The next day at school, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. The whispers in the hallways and the sly glances from her classmates made her skin crawl. It was as if everyone knew their secret, as if the very air was charged with the electricity of their illicit love. She walked into her first class, her eyes scanning the room, searching for any signs of judgment.

But the day went on as usual, the mundane routine of lessons and homework a stark contrast to the tumultuous night she had just shared with her family. It wasn't until the end of the day, as she packed up her books, that she saw it—a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up, her heart racing, and unfolded it to reveal a crude drawing of herself, legs spread wide, with a caption that made her blood run cold: "Lisa Simpson, the school's favorite cock-hungry slut." The words stung, and she knew that somehow, their secret had found its way into the light of day.

That night, as the rest of the household slept, Lisa found herself once again in her parents' bedroom, her heart racing as she awaited Homer's advance. The air was thick with anticipation, the weight of their secret pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. He stumbled in, his breath reeking of beer, his eyes glazed with a feral hunger that made her stomach flip.

With a grin that was more of a leer, Homer grabbed hold of Lisa's tiny waist, spinning her around and pushing her onto the bed. She bounced like a ragdoll, her breasts jiggling and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He climbed on top of her, his massive cock slapping against her stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum. "Daddy's going to show you how it's done," he slurred, his breath hot and sour.

He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. Lisa's pussy was tight, tighter than any other he'd ever had, and it took all of his drunken strength to fill her up. She gasped, her eyes watering with pain and pleasure as he stretched her to the limits. His cock was like a thick, meaty hammer, pounding into her with a brutal rhythm that she couldn't help but get lost in.

Marge watched from the corner, her own hand buried deep in her cunt, a thick dildo replacing the man she once knew. She stroked herself in time with Homer's thrusts, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pride and lust. "Take it, baby girl," she murmured. "Show Daddy how much you love him."

Lisa's moans grew louder, her body responding to the relentless pounding. She could feel her pussy stretching around him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. Homer's hips smacked against hers, each impact sending a jolt through her body.

As he fucked her mercilessly, Homer couldn't help but compare her to Maggie. "You know what, sweetheart?" he grunted between thrusts. "Your little sister's pussy would be even tighter. Maybe next time, I'll give her a taste of this."

The mention of Maggie sent a fresh wave of arousal through Lisa. She knew it was wrong, knew she should be disgusted, but the idea of her baby sister being used like this only made her wetter. Her pussy clenched around Homer's cock, and she found herself begging for more, her voice high and needy.

"Please, Daddy," she whimpered. "Don't stop. Fuck me like I'm nothing but a doll for you to play with."

Homer's grin grew wider, and he picked up the pace, his cock plunging in and out of her like a piston. "You're just like your mother," he said, slapping her ass. "A little slut who loves a good hard fuck."

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of their union, and the desperate cries of a girl being used by the man who was supposed to protect her. And through it all, Lisa could feel the warmth of her mother's gaze, egging her on, enjoying the show.

With a gruff laugh, Homer flipped Lisa onto her stomach, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He grabbed her by the hips, his calloused hands digging into her soft flesh as he positioned her in a way that made her feel utterly exposed and vulnerable. His cock, still thick and hard despite his recent climax, nudged against her soaking wet pussy, the head probing for entry. "Now, let's see if you can handle the real deal," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He pushed into her from behind, her tightness gripping him like a vice. Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being split open once more. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a muffled scream into the pillow. Her small body bounced with every one of Homer's powerful thrusts, her breasts jiggling obscenely with each impact. She could feel him stretching her to the limits, filling her up completely, and it was almost too much to handle.

Marge stepped closer, her own hand moving faster on the dildo buried deep within her. She watched as her husband's cock disappeared into their daughter, her own juices glistening on the shaft as he pulled out and slammed back in. "That's it, Homer," she encouraged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Use her like the little whore she is."

The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. Lisa's body was a maelstrom of sensations, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge of consciousness. She could feel herself losing control, her mind swirling with a mix of horror and desire. And then, as Homer reached around and pinched her nipples, she felt it: the beginnings of an orgasm that threatened to shatter her very soul.

Her body tensed, her muscles quivering as she tried to hold on. But it was no use. With a final, brutal thrust, Homer emptied himself into her, his hot cum filling her to the brim. The sensation was too much for Lisa, and her body going limp beneath his weight. Homer chuckled, pulling out and watching as his seed leaked out of her, staining the bed beneath her. "Looks like she enjoyed it," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Marge, still masturbating furiously, nodded in agreement. "Our little girl's all grown up," she murmured, a sick smile playing on her lips. "And she's going to make us so proud." She leaned over the bed, her massive dildo still buried in her cunt, and took one of Lisa's perky breasts in her hand, squeezing the soft mound gently. "Mommy's going to help you now, sweetie."

Her thumb and forefinger found Lisa's erect nipple, rolling it between her fingers as Homer positioned himself between her legs again. He plunged back in, his cock thick and demanding. Lisa's eyes snapped open, and she let out a high-pitched whine as he filled her up once more.

Marge's hand on her breast was a welcome distraction from the pain, her ministrations sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her own breasts brushing against her daughter's back, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "That's it, baby. Take it all. You're such a good little slut for Daddy."

As Homer's cock deep inside her, she felt Marge's hand leave her breast and slide down her stomach to her clit. The older woman began to rub her gently, her touch almost tender compared to Homer's brutal fucking. "Cum for Mommy," Marge murmured. "Let us see how much of a naughty girl you really are."

And with that, Lisa's body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her back arched off the bed, her toes curling as she screamed out her release.

Marge's hand moved away, leaving her clit sensitive and swollen. She watched as Homer pulled out, his cock glistening with the evidence of their incestuous coupling. The sight of it made her stomach turn and her pussy throb at the same time.

The following nights saw a new routine take shape within the Simpson household. After Homer and Marge had retreated to their bedroom, their doors closed but not enough to muffle the sounds of their own passionate encounters, Lisa would wait, her body tingling with anticipation. Eventually, the door to her room would open, and in would stumble Homer, his cock already hard and eager. Without a word, she'd spread her legs for him, welcoming his invasive touch.

The next morning, Marge bustled into the kitchen with a knowing smile, her own voluptuous chest jiggling slightly as she moved. She placed a tall, frothy protein shake in front of Lisa, the condensation beading on the outside of the glass. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness that made Maggie's stomach turn. "This will help keep you strong and healthy."

Maggie couldn't help but stare at the shake with envy. Her eyes trailed from the thick, creamy concoction to her mother's proudly displayed cleavage, then back to her sister's rapidly swelling chest. It wasn't fair that Lisa got all the attention, especially when she didn't even have to do anything to get it. She felt a sudden surge of anger and resentment, her cheeks flushing as she took in the sight of her sister's blossoming curves and the satisfied look on Homer's face as he watched her drink it down.

Determined to get in on the action, Maggie decided she would do whatever it took to get the same kind of attention from her father. She knew that Lisa had started to look like their mother in all the right ways, and she had seen the way Homer's eyes had lit up when he had seen the changes in her body. So, she hatched a plan. If Lisa could win their father's affection with her newfound sexuality, then so could she.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Maggie set her plan into motion. She began to mimic Lisa's behaviors, flaunting her own burgeoning curves and flirting shamelessly with Homer whenever the opportunity presented itself. She'd often find herself "accidentally" brushing against him in the most provocative ways. It didn't take long for Homer to notice the changes in his youngest daughter, and his lustful gaze grew more intense with each passing day.

One evening, as the family sat in the living room watching TV, Maggie made her move. She straddled Homer's lap, her firm, developing breasts pressing into his chest, and whispered sweetly in his ear, "Daddy, I think it's my turn to make you happy like Lisa does." His eyes widened with surprise, but the bulge in his pants told her she had his full attention.

She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling his neck, and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, her tiny hands wandering to his crotch. The tension in the room was palpable, and Marge, unable to resist the tantalizing show, found herself growing wet with excitement. The family dynamic had taken a dark, twisted turn, and as Maggie ground her hips against her father's growing erection, she knew she was about to claim her place in their depraved game of lust.

The sight of Maggie acting so passively and submissively was a stark contrast to Lisa's usual fiery demeanor, and it only served to stoke Homer's desire even further. He could feel his cock straining against his pants as she began to rub him through the fabric, her eyes wide and innocent, yet filled with a hunger that belied her young age.

He glanced over at Marge, who had stopped pretending to watch the TV, her gaze transfixed on the pair of them. She gave him a subtle nod, her chest heaving with silent encouragement. With a deep breath, Homer reached down and cupped Maggie's chin, tilting her face up to meet his. He leaned in and claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep as he tasted the sweetness of his daughter's innocence.

Feeling the heat of her father's desire, Maggie's own passion grew uncontrollable. She wrapped her arms around Homer's neck, her young body squirming in his embrace as she returned the kiss with surprising fervor. Her hands traveled down his body, deftly unbuckling his pants to free his swollen member. It stood tall and proud, the same thickness and length as it had been with Lisa, but now it was all for her. She stared at it with a mix of awe and lust, her own tiny hand looking so delicate in comparison. Marge watched from the side, her breathing heavy and her own hand slipping into her pants to caress her clit, eager to see how far the evening would go.

Maggie's youthful enthusiasm was contagious as she positioned herself over her father's lap, her legs straddling his waist. She took his engorged cock in her small, trembling hand and guided it to her slick entrance, feeling the heat and size of him against her tight folds. With a gasp, she lowered herself onto him, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

Once fully seated, she began to rock back and forth, her tiny body moving in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and obscene. Homer's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she began to ride him like a well-oiled machine, her every action screaming of obedience and desire.

The room was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their union, punctuated by Maggie's high-pitched moans and Homer's deep, guttural grunts. Marge watched from the side, her own hand buried in her pussy, her thumb working her clit as she watched her daughters compete for their father's affection in the most depraved way possible. The incestuous threesome had turned into a twisted ballet of lust, with Maggie eagerly playing the role of the eager sex toy, eager to satisfy her father's every whim.

Maggies eyes went wide with both excitement and a hint of trepidation as she felt Homer's thumb press against her tight asshole. Homer, sensing her hesitation, whispered reassurances into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, "Daddy's going to make it feel so good." With a gentle push, he began to ease his thumb into her, stretching her tight ring of muscles as she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth.

The sensation was strange at first, but as she grew accustomed to the intrusion, a newfound pleasure began to bloom within her. She found herself pushing back against him, eager for more as he began to pump his thumb in and out of her ass, prepping her for what was to come. Marge's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her husband claim their youngest daughter, her own hand moving faster between her legs, her pussy soaking wet with the depraved sight before her.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Homer slowly pulled his cock out of Maggie's tight pussy, a strand of her juices connecting them briefly before snapping and leaving a glistening trail on her inner thigh. He leaned back on the couch, his chest heaving with exertion, and watched as his youngest daughter looked up at him with a mix of confusion and excitement. He could see the desire in her eyes, the unquenchable thirst for the kind of depraved pleasure only he could provide. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her tiny, well-fucked body, her chest heaving with each breath she took, her skin slick with sweat and glowing with the aftermath of her first real sexual encounter.

The following morning, Maggie woke up with a start, her dreams haunted by the deliciously twisted events of the previous night. She slipped out of bed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure and her mind racing with thoughts of her newfound sexuality. She tiptoed into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest, and closed the door behind her with a soft click.

With trembling hands, she retrieved the pregnancy test from her bedside drawer, the plastic stick a stark reminder of the potential consequences of her actions. She had been careful to hide it from her parents, not wanting to raise any suspicion about her burgeoning sexual curiosity. After all, she had heard enough about the birds and the bees to know that what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't help the thrill it brought her. With a deep breath, she peed on the stick and set it on the counter, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness as she waited for the results.

Her mind reeled with the thought of who the father could be; was it one of the boys from school who had claimed her virginity in a drunken haze, or was it her own father, whose seed she had eagerly taken just hours ago? She didn't dare blame Homer, though. He had always pulled out, leaving no trace of his cum inside her. So, as she waited for the test to confirm her fears, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and dread, her body still craving the touch of the one man she knew she shouldn't want but couldn't resist.

That morning, the tension at the breakfast table was palpable as Marge placed the now-familiar protein shake in front of Lisa. The sight of the frothy drink made Maggie's stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and anger. She had noticed that every time Lisa drank it, she looked more and more like their mother, her curves filling out and her skin glowing with a health that seemed almost unnatural.

When Maggie tried to protest, Marge shot her a stern look, her voice cold and firm. "You know you can't have that, Maggie," she said, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "It's for girls who are ready for the big leagues, not little girls who still play with dolls." The meaning behind her words was clear: the shake contained something that would prevent Lisa from getting pregnant, something Maggie hadn't been given the night before.

She clenched her fists under the table, her cheeks burning with a newfound determination to prove herself to Homer. She would show them all that she was just as grown up and desirable as her sister, even if it meant risking everything.