...use. Lisa grabbed her clothes and undergarments, her mind flashing back to the fondling and groping that had transpired before all of them were off, and dashed out of her brother’s room, into her own. Without time to even put on a nightgown, Lisa turned off the room lights and leapt into her bed almost in one motion, with cum rapidly slithering down her body.
Bart, an expert at getting out of situations, calmly wiped off excess semen from his dick using a Kleenex, whipped on a new pair of underwear (he left his clothes all over the room anyway, there was no suspicion to be had there), and climbed into bed, relaxed, arms bent back behind his head as he awaited those familiar footsteps climbing to the 2nd floor of the house.
Homer checked Bart’s room, since it was the closest to his own bedroom, while Marge took her pleasant leisurely stroll to Lisa’s room. Homer didn’t even usually bother to check, and only half heartedly glanced into Bart’s room, vaguely seeing the boy under his covers, still in a mental dialogue with himself regarding how lousy Flanders was compared to him, even though he had just lost a poker game to Flanders, who had never played such a rebellious game in his life.
Lisa had a bit more to worry about. Always the benevolent mother, Marge usually came to giv...