WARNING: This story includes graphic nudity and sex between minor,
brother and sister cartoon characters in an incestual manner.
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First in a series of non-sequential stories.

And now, let
the story begin...

Lisa sighed. Her parents didn't go out often as a
rule, and it was even less
often that they didn't go out as a family. But
time changes all, as Lisa
well knew. She was 12 now, her brother Bart, now
14, and her little sister
Maggie almost 6.

Lisa glanced around the
room, and out the window. Yup, she was definitely
Maggie was sleeping over at a friend's house, and Bart was at
(supposedly). Absent-mindedly, she put a hand on her hip, and a
nervous twitch passed through her. Her hand slid across the front of
dress to her pubic region, as if testing the waters.

She pushed her door
closed, as a precaution, and gently unfastened the catch
on her dress. As it
fell she felt the cool air of her room greet her.
She fell back onto her
bed, and relaxed her body. She pulled her left hand
up to her chest, allowing her three fingers to drag across her firm stomach.
Lisa took her fingertips
and moved them around her breasts, circling her
nipples. She reveled in the
sensation as they responded in rapt attention.

Lisa sent her other hand
to her navel, and gently began to finger it with her
pinky momentarily before
creeping farther downward. She toyed with the
elastic to her white cotton
panties, occasionally darting a finger or two
beneath the

Meanwhile, Bart walked up to the house after an afternoon at
the arcade.

"Damn Nelson..." he muttered, looking again to the sticky Squishee stain
his shirt and arm. He went inside, and kicked off his shoes at the door.
climbed the stairs, peeling off his shirt and shorts on the way, stopping
the top to slide off his socks. As he passed into the bathroom, he
his briefs behind him to the hallway, then turned, and closed the

Bart started the shower, and jumped in. He quickly scrubbed the
squishee off of his shoulder before turning off the water. Soap in
hand, he
slowly and methodically lathered his wet body. Putting down the bar,
began to rub his soapy skin, enjoying his coat of suds. He stroked
insides of his thighs with one hand, and rubbed his buttocks with the
This gentle action caused his penis to slowly become aroused,
erecting itself
with the precision of a master architect.

He lightly
teased his loose scrotum as his shaft reached its full length,
savoring the
sensation that lay somewhere between a tickle and a rub. He
pinched at his
awake nipples and grabbed at his boyish breasts as he sank to
the bottom of
the empty wet tub.

He watched the muscles of his yellow penis contract,
and thrilled at the
dollop of clear precum that oozed from its engorged head.
Deciding he could
wait no longer, he deftly gripped his shaft and slowly
stroked it's 5 inch
length. After a few gentle strokes, he felt his muscles
begin to tense.
pulled his legs toward him, and with his fingers traced the boundary of
sac to its base, and beyond until his middle finger found his puckered

He circled his boy button, and ran his fingers up and down
his crack. Bart
was near the brink now, and he began to time the strokes of
his boyhood with
the touching of his boycunt. He felt it - the tingle of
unescapable destiny,
but he fought it, attempting to deny it. This pushed his
sense of pleasure
even higher until Bart knew he could resist no

Bart pushed the tip of his middle finger into is butt, and he
shivered when
he felt it penetrate his own sanctity, the walls of his anus
tingling with
lust as he wiggled the yellow intruder merrily. This pushed
Bart over the
brink, and on the downstroke his penis erupted, firing a gob of
cum onto his

Bart began to convulse, consumed in his
self-pleasuring. He stroked his
pulsating shaft shakily, and fired another
salvo, the fruits of his labor
splashing onto his face.
Third and fourth rounds coated his tummy as he
continued to wiggle the
fingertip in his ass, his entire body wracked in

relaxed for a few minutes, aftershocks from his thunderous self-
orgasm passing through him intermittently, soaking in the sensation
of the
large puddles of semen floating on a layer of soapy lather before
woozily to his feet to turn on the shower again.

Lisa was beginning to
enjoy her self-indulgence.
She rubbed her buttocks,
hips, and pubic mound through her panties, loving
the feel of her sanctum
being teased through its cotton prison.

pleasuring herself for several minutes in this manner, she ran her palm
the bulge in her panties to discover that they were becoming wet.
Seizing on
the erotic thought of wetting her panties, she teased and rubbed
her encased
pussy until the white cotton was coated with a thick slick of her
juices. At
long last, she slid her fingers into the legbands of her drenched
and slowly shimmied them down her soft legs, pulling her feet
toward her to
remove her last vestige of modesty, leaving her totally exposed
on her bed.
She pulled her soaked panties to her face and smelled them, the
scent of her
own pussy filling her nostrils before she lustily licked at her
own panties
that she had just wetted.

Bart dried himself off, and crossed the hall
from the bathroom to his
bedroom. He opened his dresser, and fished through
the contents.

"Damn..." he thought; "Where the hell did all my underwear
go?" He looked
about, but there was none to be found. He slipped down the
stairs to the
laundry room, but there was no clothes basket full of
underpants there,
either. `Maybe Lisa knows where the clean clothes are...'
he thought. His
heart jumped when a spontaneous thought occurred to him: `I
wonder if she'd
let me wear one of hers...' He quickly dismissed it, and
adjusting his towel
for maximum coverage, ascended the stairs.

approached his sister's room, his bathtowel draped around him over his
held to him by his right hand. Lisa's door was slightly ajar, and he
that she was at work at her desk again. He pushed the door open with
shoulder, taking a step in and saying: "Hey Lis..."

There was Lisa, on
her bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread, and he
could see her hand on
her pussy, her middle finger buried inside.
glazed eyes focused immediately on Bart, and she yelped in shock.
jumped back involuntarily, losing the grip on his towel, which fell to
floor. His penis began to swell in pure reaction to the encounter. For
few seconds, neither could move, eyes fixed on each other.

jerked her finger from her muff and spread her palm as if to conceal
as she slammed her legs shut. Bart turned his legs inward and leaned
assuming a fig-leaf position.

"Sorry!" they both stuttered, embarrassment
setting in. The two of them
remained still, both looking away from each
other. After an awkward moment,
Bart's eyes wandered back to his sister as
Lisa returned her gaze to her
brother. They slowly relaxed their extreme
positions, allowing them to
better glimpse one another.

Would you like me...
to leave?" Bart stammered.

"No.. Not unless... you want to..." Lisa
replied hesitantly, both of them
extremely nervous.

"*heh* This is
kinda silly, isn't it?" Lisa asked; "I mean, we used to take
together... *heh*"

"Yeah, I guess it is... *heh* Being naked never
bothered us before, did it?
*heh*" Bart replied.

"I mean, we're
brother and sister, what do we have to hide, right?"

"Right..." Bart agreed.

By this time, Bart was
again standing up straight, hands resting on his hips,
and Lisa had parted
her legs slightly, letting her hand rest to one side of

"Umm, Lisa? Would you mind, if I came in?" Bart finally

"No, that's fine."
Lisa replied.

With that, Bart reached down automatically to pick up his
dropped towel.

"You don't have to bring the towel, it's not like I
haven't seen or touched
your pee-pee before..."
Lisa reminded him.

Bart approached Lisa's bed, still nervous. Lisa
scooted over to the far side
of the mattress so that she lay on her side, and
her brother sat down half-
Indian style next to her.

Lisa's attention
was still drawn to her brother's stiff member waggling from
his trunk. Bart
was employed in much the same fashion, admiring his sister's
perky tits and
the curve of her crotch. Both had an amount of sandy blond
curly pubic hair,
although Bart had more than Lisa.

Bart was enthralled by his younger
sibling. In his mind, he remembered the
few times Lisa had allowed him to
come in contact with her pussy. And he
longed to touch it again.

reached out, and gently made contact with Lisa's labia. He couldn't
how smooth it was. She jumped with his touch, but did not protest.
he began to paw it, spurred on by his sister's soft moans, and with
touch, Lisa opened her legs wider.

Lisa recalled their numerous baths
together, and the fascination she had as
a little girl with the soft floppy
pee-pee between her brother's legs.
Remembering how much Bart liked it in
the past, she reached out, and touched
the head of his penis, causing him to
gasp. She slowly felt the tender
underside as it sprang to life in her hand,
extending to its full length.
His larger amount of light pubic hair piqued
her curiosity, and she began to
run her fingers through it.

couldn't believe how good Bart's boyish hands were on her body as he
her, and was intrigued by the texture of her brother's boyhood. He
crawled completely onto the bed now, and was lying next to her, as
explored his scrotum with great interest.

Lisa shuddered when she
felt a new sensation on her wet mound. She looked
down to see her brother
lapping at her lightly haired labia. And she loved
it. Bart ran his tongue up
and down her outer lips, and Lisa willingly
opened her legs until her lips
parted for him.

She looked at Bart's wet pinkish-yellow glans, and
decided to return the
favor. Opening her mouth wide, she overtook it, and
closed her mouth around
the head with a gentle suck. Bart moaned and
immediately bucked, pushing him
further into his sister's mouth. Lisa pulled
back slightly, finding more
interest in using her tongue to play with his
shaft than impaling her head on

Lisa felt her brother's tongue dip
between her outer lips, sampling her
juices. His licks became more urgent,
and she willingly spread her legs as
wide as she could as Bart began to
torture her with alternating licks of
intensity and location before adding
his hands, stroking her thighs and butt.

Without warning, he slid off the
bed, and Lisa's mouth attempted to follow,
greedily trying to reach her new
toy with her tongue.
Then she realized what
he was doing. Bart turned his full attention to her,
grasping the globes of
her buttocks in his hands and pulling her to his eager

Bart probed deeper and deeper into his sister's pussy, running his
between her delicate furrows. Lisa was sopping wet by this time, and
occasionally stopped his delvings into her tender snatch long enough to
up the stray juices, running his tongue from the bottom of her soft ass
the top of her hooded clit.

This continued until Bart allotted more
attention to the upper portions of
her vulva, discovering her clitoris. Lisa
squeaked as his tongue lapped at
the sensitive region. She squirmed and
squealed in ecstacy as her brother
gleefully tongued her with

Lisa's breathing became ragged, and she felt the warning signs
of a powerful
orgasm tingle through her crotch and nipples. She stroked the
sides of her
hips as she began to buck, her brother's tongue continuing to
dart into her
honey pot.

"Oh...Oh...OH!" she moaned as she thrashed
about on the bed; "There, Bart!"
she encouraged. "Yes! There, Bart!" she
panted as Bart teased her clit
further. "OH, _YES_ BART!" she gasped as with
a loud groan she lurched,
climax consuming her young frame.

felt the floodgates open before him, and eagerly he drank from his
naked fountain. Wave after wave pulsated through her soft pussy as
lapped up every drop.

He withdrew his tongue from her muff, and softly
licked and kissed her entire
mound. He worked his way up from there, covering
her stomach and breasts
with feathery touched from his lips until he was at
her side.

Lis..." he moaned, as if suddenly in discomfort.

"What's the matter?"
Lisa inquired curiously.

"My pee-pee hurts." he informed

"Aww, I'm sorry..." Lisa comforted him sympathetically. She looked
at his
neglected penis, still erect, a large slick of precum running down
length. Gently, she placed the palm of her hand over the head, and gave
a reassuring soft rub.

"Mmmmmm..." Bart responded, a slight smile
crossing his face, as if his
sister was soothing away the pain.

me to kiss it and make it all better?" Lisa cooed.

"Would you?" pleaded

"If it will make you feel better..." she replied, climbing off the
reappearing at the foot.

Lisa produced her tongue, and took it
between her brother's legs, playfully
licking at the back of his scrotum. She
could see a slick trail of precum
again drooling down from the head of his
penis, and decided to pursue it to
its source.
Slowly she teased his puffy sac, jiggling Bart's testicles
merrily. At last
her tongue met the clear trail, and she lapped at it up
the bottom of his
shaft until she reached the mouth of the sticky river.

Again Lisa took
her brother's penis into her warm mouth. Reflexively, Bart
spasmed, and
brought his hands down to his younger sister's head, lovingly
stroking her
blond locks. Lisa used her hands to pet her brother's sculpted
scrotum as she
began to bob up and down the length of Bart's engorged cock.
She knew it
wouldn't take long to bring him off, as the movement of his hands
at the back
of his head became increasingly jerky and spasmodic.

Lisa backed off
Bart's shaft until only his swollen glans remained in her
hungry mouth, and
placed her hands so that they encircled the base of his
penis, softly
kneading the pliant flesh. She swirled her tongue around his
sensitive tip
before probing the opening at its head. Then, she teased and
tickled the
underside of his glans, finding her brother to be particularly
susceptible to
stimulation there, as Bart let loose a heavy moan with

She could feel Bart's body begin to tremble now, and
as she began again to
suck him in earnest, his hips began to thrust in time
to her fellating
rhythms. He was whimpering now, absolutely shaking as he
bounced his ass on
the bed. Lisa felt his hands clamp down on the back of her
head, and Bart
pulled his sister's head down until he could feel her nose in
his pubic hair.

With one final desperate suck from Lisa, Bart felt his
boyhood explode.
his own little sister's mouth. The thought sent an additional shiver
his spine as he convulsed on the bed. Lisa felt a hot gooeyness squirt
her mouth, spraying the back of her throat. She attempted to gulp down
much as she could, tasting spurt after spurt of her brother's semen as
coated the rear of her mouth.

Bart released his grip on Lisa's
head. He could still feel his penis
ejaculating into her mouth. Softly he
caressed the back of his sister's neck
and chin, admiring how his hands could
feel her swallowing.

With a groan, he lifted Lisa's head from her task,
greeting her with a
beaming smile.

Lisa, that was soooo good! You're soo good!" Bart praised, and Lisa
too, basking in his kind words. She nuzzled his spent penis against

Bart sat up and opened his arms. Lisa climbed into them, and they
back onto the bed in a warm embrace.
She felt an intense closeness to her
brother from the intimacy they had just
shared, something which Bart felt as

Bart absentmindedly petted
Lisa's breasts as they lay together, surrounded by
a post-orgasmic glow that
defied description.

"You know," Lisa finally said, "Mom and Dad will be
home soon."

"You're right!" Bart replied with slight alarm; "We'd better
get cleaned up."

Lisa grinned. "How old were we the last time we took a
bath together?"