But she was not prepared for the spectacle before her. Bart was laying on the ground, straddling his own elongated head, currently under his prostrated body in a kind of 69 with himself. His penis was entirely shoven in his mouth, with his lone balls resting on his nose. Mom gives Lisa a worried look from where she’s making breakfast and Maggie is watching the conversation between her older sister and mom. Still, you do briefly consider it… imagine it really. You could kiss her, taste her. You would pull her close, feel her breasts pressed against you and she could feel how hard she was making you. All you had to do was lean in closer… You stepped out of your bedroom and saw Lisa literally butt naked in the hallway. She’s looking the wrong way, her eyes on mom and dad’s door, her old clothes in her arms. She has a cute bum, and her hair is still wet from the shower. At last, after two agonising days, she was finally having her relief. However, she was not expecting what was to follow.

Then, as she felt the most sensitive part of her body plunge in a warm and wet cavity, all those bad feelings disappeared. She suddenly felt very light-headed. Sorry, I – uh,” you say, desperately trying to think of an excuse. “I-I wasn’t thinking,” you eventually admit quietly, flaming red. As much as you fantasize about it, Lisa does not sneak into your room in the dead of night and confess her love for you.

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When you woke up as Bart Simpson you weren’t sure what to do; Bart was an idiot and an underachiever. You might not have been a great achiever in a previous life, but you weren’t that level. Thankfully, you do like explosions, and fireworks and dangerous things like that, so when you turned to chemistry to further that… skill, people just dismissed the changes as you having found a passion. You really are Lisa. No joke, cross my heart and hope to die I mean it you’re the cutest girl I know.” She was not sure if it was right to let her baby sister excite her like that, but after all, she was only doing what was natural for an infant, she thought while rubbing her breasts again. At first, the centaur curse didn’t bother her. She was even pleased to see her genitals growing along to match her new equine butt, and found the sensation to have become far more pleasant. If she had to write the pros and cons of her curse, it had been one of the few positive things to happen. Well, she was not wrong. After all, her own curse had worsened since the first day, turning her lower body into a horse's rear by now, and, hell, that didn’t improve her good manners. It was hard to tell who was the most miserable.

She then proceeded to try again the other road through her underbelly, without much conviction for the umpteenth attempt, since she could not bend her human torso that well by this way. This baby is driving me nuts, I need help, shit….” she bursts out of her bedroom, tearing her hair out. Usually, one orgasm was enough to satiate the little girl for the night, two or three when she felt very horny, which was indeed the present case. But when Maggie started to work her toward a fourth one, Lisa realized she had a problem. In a way, he was curious both as the giving end and as the receiving head. Thus, it was not difficult to come to an “onanismous” consent, so to speak. But he simultaneously felt very excited. Now that he was getting used to the close-up view, he decided to get acquainted with his sex. He rubbed exploratorily his balls with his cheeks while he sniffed around, breathing in the middle of his balls. The smell was not bad considering he just had a bath, maybe a little stink, but more in an enticing way than a repulsive way. Snuggling along, he finally arrived at the more sensitive end.

They thought they were still in a dream, so they decided to go bicycle riding naked. Marge's pubic area can be seen However, her erotic reverie was brutally interrupted by a crashing object next to her. Turning to her side, Lisa discovered the poor ladybug Maggie, dazed in the middle of her ruined bedside table. Since the day before, Maggie had discovered the wings under her elytrons, and was assiduously practicing her flight skills, with more or less success so to say.. What does happen is you wonder if Lisa was staring at you or watching you. You want to hope she’s interested, but you’re also aware you’re far too hopeful and you are probably imagining it. So all you do is take all the opportunities you can to watch Lisa. You’re worried to be seen staring too much, so you still avert your eyes, but you’re not sure you’re doing a good job of it. That comes at a surprise; you couldn’t imagine something thinking Lisa was ugly of all things. It does not compute. It’s utter nonsense. She did not control anything for now, since it was another being that decided on her stimulation for her. And she did not expect her baby sister to understand what she wanted, considering how little obedient she already used to be.

Oh, Maggie” Lisa sighed at the sensation, titillating her and bringing to her previous state of arousal again. Hey Bart. I asked mom and she said we can go to the pool tomorrow,” said Lisa after dinner one night. The only thing that springs to mind is something utterly crazy like kissing Lisa. But this is real life, kissing your sister like that doesn’t work. Finally, she arrived face to face with a very strange hole. It looked like a big wide vertical mouth, but without teeth or tongue. The stream seemed to come from a hole in the middle. As she got her face closer to have her drink, all of sudden, much to her surprise, a red bulbous organ confronted her right below her nose. The thing was pulsating, almost like it was begging to be touched. His penis throbbed with each spurt of whatever liquid it was pumping inside his throat. Clearly, it didn’t taste like pee; even if he never drank any before, he could tell the difference.She sounds hurt, but you take her response as an invitation. Lisa is on her bed dressed in her PJs, lying on her side away from you, looking at her phone. Oh, seriously sis, look at what you did ! “ Lisa scolded the infant, unpleased by the way she treated her belongings. You’re standing a foot apart from her. She looks ridiculously cute in her PJs and her slightly messy hair. You want to say as much and then sweep her into a kiss but when Lisa moves, she just envelopes you into a hug. As you wrap your arms around her in return you stand there comfortably, satisfied you have this at least. Lisa’s birthday had been a few weeks ago. She’d invited a few people from school, but you swore she’d been most happy eating left-over cake with you afterwards. After stretching a while to appreciate the softness of the fuzzy equine hair, Maggie decided to explore around a bit while her sister was still busy.