...his sister with his eyes without as much guilt now. They finally reached home, and upon entering the door, Lisa leapt into Bart’s arms again, kissing him on the cheek. “Mmmuah!
Thanks Bart; today was perfect!” “Mmm...You bet Lis!” They hugged again, and Bart rubbed Lisa’s back just as before. They giggled nervously. He rubbed her again, a bit more vigorously. He felt her wrap her arms a bit tighter around his frame. He responded by running his hands up and down her back. She tilted her torso upwards a bit, letting her chest press into his. “Lisa…” “Bart. What are we doing…?” Their sexual body language failed to cease. “I...I don’t know…but…” He looked into her passionate eyes. “..Do you like it..?” “I...I do...you know Bart...I love you…” “I love you too...” They stopped for a second, arms wrapped around each other, securing them in a hold that neither one of them wanted to escape.
“Can we…kiss again?” That euphoric feeling of adolescent desire was flying through the siblings. Bart didn’t even answer, tilting his head and planting his lips on his sister’s. They kissed once. Twice. Longer the third time. Their mouths began to open, and brother and sister began to french each other. Lisa stopped for a breath. “Mmm…Bart. You can touch me......