Lisa opened the door and ran up the stairs, crying, and slammed the door
to her room. Bart came in right after.
“What’s with her?” asked Homer.
“I don’t know but she was crying all the way on the school bus. I tried
to ask her but she wouldn’t tell. She didn’t look like she was
physically hurt though.”
Bart went up and knocked on Lisa’s door. He only heard muffed sobbing on
the other side. He slowly opened the door. Lisa was on her bed with her
pillow over her head.
“Lis’, what’s wrong?”
“My life is ruined.”
“Why so?”
She took a sheet of paper and gave it to Bart. It was a report card and
she had an F in history.
“Oh Lisa, I’m sorry. But you know, your life isn’t finished because of
that. You’ll have other grades and I’m sure you’ll have an A+ on your
next history test, an A++ even.”
Lisa sobbed softer now, but still kept her head hidden. Bart then
approached her slowly and put his hand on her red dress.
“I know what would cheer you up.”
He moved his hand downward and under her dress to her private parts.
Lisa jumped but did not protest. He started rubbing through the softness
of her panties. Even from under the pillow, he could hear her moans. He
rubbed softly, sensually, until he felt wetness. Bart then proceeded to
remove the panties, to which Lisa didn’t object. He slowly pulled,
making the silky undergarments slide, which made Lisa giggle a bit. Bart
then took the pillow and lifted it from her head.
“I want to see your face.”
She was still face down, but she turned her face to her brother and
smiled.
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