Chapter Nine: Abe Gets a Phonecall

That night, as Lisa lay in her bed, her mother Marge knocked gently on the door. "Come in," she called out, her voice shaky. The door creaked open, and Marge entered, her eyes cast downward. "Lisa," she began, her voice soft and tentative, "I hope you understand what we've been doing... it's a part of our family tradition." Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she sat up, her mind racing with a mix of emotions—fear, anger, and a strange, undeniable excitement.

Marge's words hung in the air, and for a moment, Lisa was too stunned to respond. "Tradition?" she finally echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marge stepped closer to the bed, her eyes filled with a strange mix of excitement and pride. "Yes, sweetie," she said, her voice almost cheerful. "It's been a part of our family for generations. A way to keep the love and passion flowing within our bloodline." She paused, her gaze lingering on the package on the bed. "Why don't you give it a try?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Show the world what a beautiful, sensual woman you've become. It's our way of sharing our love, of keeping our family tradition alive."

With her mother's words still echoing in her ears, Lisa felt a strange mix of excitement and dread. She looked down at the package from Mona, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for one of the vibrators. The door clicked shut behind Marge, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the buzzing toy. She switched it on, the vibration humming through her hand, and for a moment, she simply stared at it, contemplating the twisted path her life had taken. Then, with a deep breath, she spread her legs, her pussy already wet with anticipation. She brought the vibrator to her clit, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to move it in slow.

With a sense of both rebellion and acceptance, Lisa turned on her webcam, the red light a silent declaration of her intentions. She spread her legs wider, the coolness of the air hitting her damp pussy, and inserted the vibrator, the buzzing echoing through the quiet room. The sound of Homer's snoring grew louder, a constant reminder of the man whose love had led her down this path.

As she watched her own reflection in the computer screen, she began to moan, her body responding to the rhythmic movements of the toy. The pleasure grew, each wave more intense than the last, and she couldn't help but think of the twisted love that had become her new reality. Her moans grew louder, mixing with Homer's snores, a cacophony of desire and familial bond that seemed to fill the very air of the Simpson household.

As the vibrator's buzz grew louder, Lisa's hips began to rock in time with the pulsing sensations, her moans echoing through the room. She watched her own reflection in the computer screen, her cheeks flushed with arousal, her full breasts bouncing with each movement. Knowing she had an audience, she grew bolder, her gestures more lustful as she played with her pert nipples, twisting and tugging at them until they were stiff peaks. Her eyes met the camera's cold, unblinking gaze, and she knew there was no turning back.

The live feed of Lisa's erotic performance grew more intense as she watched the viewers' numbers skyrocket. Her movements grew bolder, her hips bucking wildly against the vibrator buried deep within her. She slipped a hand down to her asshole, her middle finger circling the tight, puckered hole, teasing it open before sliding in alongside the toy. The sensation was overwhelming, and she moaned louder, her eyes rolling back in her head as she pushed the boundaries of her own pleasure.

As Lisa reached the peak of her climax, her body convulsing around the vibrator, she let out a scream that was muffled by the pillow she had clamped over her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she rode the wave of pleasure until it crashed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the blurry image of her own spent form reflected in the computer screen. She switched off the webcam, her heart racing from both the physical exertion and the realization of what she had just done. With a sigh, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs still spread, the vibrator lying forgotten. Exhausted and conflicted, she drifts off to sleep, her dreams a tumultuous mix of passion and guilt, the weight of their secret pressing down on her.

The next morning, Marge bustled around the breakfast table with an unusually bright smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint that Lisa couldn't ignore. She served up a plate of pancakes with an extra dollop of syrup, placing it in front of her daughter with a knowing wink. "Good morning, sweetheart," she chirped, her voice laden with an energy that seemed almost forced. "Did you sleep well?"

Lisa blushed, the events of the previous night playing out in her mind like a sordid home movie. She nodded mutely, unable to look her mother in the eye. The sight of Homer, still blissfully unaware, munching on his breakfast only added to the surreal atmosphere. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of their shared secret. Despite the guilt and confusion, a part of Lisa couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement at the thought of what the day might hold.

"How much did you make?" Homer asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the webcam on Lisa's desk. The question hung in the air, charged with accusation and anger.

Lisa swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I-I don't know," she stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't look."

Homer's fists clenched, and he slammed his hand down on the table, making the plates rattle. "Well, you better find out!" he bellowed. "You're not just playing with yourself for fun, you're bringing in money for this family!"

Bart, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up, his voice laced with a mix of protectiveness and defiance. "Don't worry, Dad," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll make sure Lisa knows what she's doing. We're a team." He winked at his sister, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Despite the tension, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being part of this illicit venture with her brother.

Maggie giggled, her large, natural breasts bouncing with the motion as she took a sip of her orange juice. "You know, I've got some really good news," she said in a sweet, innocent tone that belied the dark thoughts swirling in her head. "I've been offered a scholarship!"

Marge's eyes lit up with hope, while Homer's hand subconsciously drifted to Maggie's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze that was definitely not fatherly. "That's wonderful, sweetie!" she exclaimed. "Where is it for?"

"Oh, it's for a special program," Maggie replied, as she stared at her father's hand on her leg. "Somewhere far from here, with lots of... opportunities."

Homer's grip tightened, his thumb grazing the sensitive flesh just above her knee. "That's great, honey," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You'll be able to make a real future for yourself."

Lisa couldn't help but roll her eyes at her father's blatant innuendo. She knew all too well what kind of "future" he was thinking about. But she also knew that Maggie had no intention of using the scholarship for school. Her sister had been dreaming of moving to the big city, where the money and the men flowed like rivers of gold, and where she could truly ply her trade without the watchful eyes of their family.

Homer couldn't help but let his mind wander to the day when Maggie would return from her scholarship, her innocence presumably intact apart from thr formalities she'd maintain with Homer. He allowed himself a sly smile as he envisioned presenting her to Mr. Burns as a graduation gift, a night or two of unbridled pleasure that would surely cement his place in the old man's good graces.

The thought of Mr. Burns's lecherous eyes devouring his daughter's voluptuous figure and those perky tits made his cock swell in his pants. The idea of watching his boss's wrinkled hands groping Maggie's young flesh filled him with a twisted sense of pride and excitement. Little did he know, Maggie had already embraced a life of carnality that would make even Mr. Burns's depraved fantasies seem tame in comparison.

At school the following day, Lisa noticed a strange absence of the usual whispers and sneers that had plagued her since the note incident. The hallways felt eerily quiet, and even the cruel glances from her classmates had diminished. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, and she found herself seeking out Milhouse, the school's resident gossipmonger, for answers. Cornering him by his locker, she asked with a tremor in her voice, "Milhouse, do you know anything about what's going on?"

Milhouse looked at her with a knowing smirk. "Oh, you mean the little show you put on last night?" he quipped, his eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. "Yeah, I saw it. Everyone did."

Lisa felt the blood drain from her face as realization dawned on her. "Bart," she murmured, "he told you?"

Milhouse nodded, his smirk growing wider. "Yeah, he did," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "He said you guys are really into each other, and you're not afraid to show it. Quite the performance you put on," he added with a leer.

When Lisa arrived home from school, the tension in the house was palpable. She could hear Homer's booming voice echoing through the walls, and she knew that something was wrong. She cautiously approached the living room, where she found her father pacing angrily and her mother and brother sitting on the couch, looking tense and slightly embarrassed. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice quivering.

Homer's face grew red with fury as he spun to face Lisa. "You call that a performance?" he bellowed, his voice laced with disappointment. "You barely made a dime!

He took a deep breath, his eyes glazing over with lust as he imagined Maggie's hefty bosom. "Look at your sister," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Maggie, bless her heart, she knows the value of keeping herself...pure. For the right price, she'll be serving up her sweet little snatch to the high rollers when she's of age. A set of tits like hers will fetch a fortune on the big nights." He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"But you, you're giving it away like it's a free sample at the supermarket. What's the point of having that smart mouth if you can't use it to coax the cash out of a man's wallet?"

"She's going to be the breadwinner around here, mark my words." "When she'll be your age, she'll be raking in the dough hand over fist," he continued, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Guys will be lining up around the block to get a taste of those melons. You've got to step up your game, sweetheart, or you'll be left in the dust."

Maggie retreated to her room, her thoughts racing as she slammed the door shut behind her. She knew that she couldn't rely on her family to help her escape this twisted life they were all trapped in. She knew she had to escape this hellish existence before it consumed her entirely.

Meanwhile Homer stomped over to Lisa, his eyes burning with a fiery mix of anger and lust. His hand roughly grabbing her chin and tilting her face to meet his gaze. "But if you can't even make us some real money with that tight little pussy of yours, then what good are you?" His grip tightened, and before she could react, he yanked her to her feet, pushing her down onto the couch. "You're going to show me just how much you're worth, and if you're not up to the task, then maybe we'll find someone else who is." His other hand moved to squeeze her breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple.

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Homer, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of arousal she couldn't deny. She knew she had to prove herself, to show that she could be the kind of woman that would satisfy not just her family, but the strangers who watched them from the safety of their screens. Her hand slid down to her pussy, her fingers slipping inside with a wet squelch, and she began to masturbate with a desperate urgency, her moans growing louder with each passing second. Homer's grip on her chin loosened, his eyes glazing over as he watched her with a mix of pride and hunger. "That's more like it," he murmured, his voice gruff with desire. "Show me how much you want to be part of this."

Marge and Bart exchanged a knowing glance, the tension in the room thick with unspoken understanding. Homer's voice grew gruff as he grabbed Lisa's wrist, pulling her towards the stairs. "Come on," he growled, "I'll show you how to use those toys properly."

While the sounds of Lisa's suffering and pleasure reverberated through the walls, Maggie sat in her room, a knowing smile playing on her lips. With a devilish glint in her eyes, she scribbled down the details of her plan for the night in a notebook titled "Moe's Money Makers." Her thoughts drifted to the feeling of those rough, anonymous hands all over her body, the sensation of being used and desired by so many men, and she felt a wetness spread between her legs.

The anticipation of the evening's events had her pussy throbbing, and she couldn't resist the urge to slip a finger inside herself, teasing her clit with a practiced touch. Her breath hitched as she stroked herself, her mind racing with the prospect of the cocks that would soon be filling her up, each one a testament to her newfound power.

She knew that while her family was lost in their own twisted desires, she would be the one truly in control, the one bringing home the bacon, so to speak. Her heart raced with excitement as she prepared herself for another night of sinful pleasure and financial gain, a secret she intended to keep hidden beneath her innocent exterior.

Their mother's eyes held a hint of excitement, a silent nod of approval as she watched her daughter being led away to be taught the family's most intimate secret. Lisa felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she allowed herself to be dragged along, her body already responding to the roughness of Homer's touch.

Once in her room, Homer pushed her onto the bed, his eyes raking over her naked form with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. He grabbed one of the larger dildos from the package, its length and girth making Lisa's pussy clench in anticipation. "Open up," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

With trembling hands, Lisa spread her legs wider, feeling the coolness of the air against her exposed flesh. Homer's eyes gleamed with hunger as he took in the sight of her, his thick fingers coating the large dildo with a generous amount of lubricant.

With a gulp, Lisa opened her mouth wide, welcoming her brother's and father's erect cocks, her cheeks hollowing as she took turns bobbing her head over each one, her eyes never leaving their intense gazes.

Marge set up the webcam on the tripod, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of maternal pride. She adjusted the angle to capture the full display of Lisa's sexual awakening, her heart racing as she watched her daughter's body react to the new sensations. "Remember, baby," she whispered into Lisa's ear, "it's all for the family."

Lisa nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She knew her mother was watching, recording every intimate moment, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her as Homer's large cock slid into her mouth, his salty taste mingling with the scent of the lubricant. Meanwhile, Bart's cock stood at attention, his eyes locked onto his sister's face, watching her every reaction as their father's cock claimed her mouth.

The room grew hot with desire, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of their heavy breathing and wet kisses.

Marge couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she watched her daughter's face contort with pleasure and pain from Homer's rough handling. She leaned closer to the computer screen, her eyes flicking to the view count as it climbed higher and higher.

The chats were flooded with lewd comments and demands, the green dollar signs multiplying as the anonymous users showered them with digital currency.

Lisa's cheeks were flushed a dark red from the slaps, her eyes watering from the force, but she never stopped smiling, her lips stretched around Homer's cock, eagerly sucking and licking every inch. With a final, guttural groan, Homer pulled out of her mouth, his cum spurting across her giggling face.

The warm, sticky fluid landed on her cheeks, her nose, and even in her hair, and she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Bart, unable to hold back any longer, added his own contribution, his hot seed coating her chin and neck as he watched his sister in a mix of awe and lust.

As Homer's cum spurted across Lisa's face, his hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her laughter with a harsh "That's how you do it!" He withdrew from her mouth, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. With a final pat on her cheek, he turned to leave, his naked body glistening with sweat. "You've had enough protein for today," he called over his shoulder, his voice still gruff with lust. "No food for you until you make us some real money with that pretty little mouth."