...th his cum.
Once she was able to stand, Bart clutched his sister close, partly for support because he was now so relaxed that his whole body felt like cooked spaghetti. Lisa shifted her weight restlessly, lightly rubbing her body against his.
“Damn, Leese, you’re still horny?” Bart asked in surprise.
Lisa nodded, almost sheepishly. “Ralph Wiggum. Math. How tired are you from work? Can you sneak into my room tonight?”
“Sure,” Bart grinned. “You know I’m always up for another taste of your pussy. But seriously - it’s gonna be warm enough this weekend that we can drive up into the hills and really go at it. Want me to invite Millhouse to come along?”
“Definitely,” Lisa grinned.
Millhouse was still as devoted to Bart and Lisa as he had been in their elementary school days, and when he’d stumbled across Bart and Lisa having sex, he’d simply accepted it just as he did all the other weird shit in Springfield.
He had figured out he was gay a few months after Homer died, but though his mom was cool with it, given Springfield’s attitude towards gays he’d decided against coming out publically before college. Marge thought it was charming that Lisa was dating her brother’s best friend, and never wondered why Lisa and Millhouse’s dates were always at the same time that Bart went out with...