Timmy Mac’s Summer Camp Adventures, Simpsons 1

07. Imaginary Lisa Steps Up

Tonight, was a little different. Lisa awoke to a kiss. The girl in the green nightie urged her to her feet. “Come with me” the imaginary girl said. Lisa pulled back. This wasn’t how the dream was supposed to go.

“No. No. I’m not…”

Dream Lisa kissed her more forcefully. “Come with me, you’re ready. You need to be there.”

Hand in hand they went down the hall. Approaching Bart’s door, Dream Lisa slid out of her nightie. Giggling. “Bart likes me naked.” Then began to unbutton Lisa’s pajamas. “Lisa tried to resist, but somehow she couldn’t. “Well, it’s a dream, right?” she told herself.

Bart was there, smiling. Lisa wondered if he could see her… see both of them. Could he tell the difference? A thought suddenly came to her. “What if he likes her more?”

As if reading her mind, “Silly, I am you!”

The Dream girl pulled her to the bed. His bed.

He was waiting for her. Smiling, he gestured, clearly seeing her. He patted the bed next to himself, she hesitated. He was naked… again. His dick looked like a wild animal to her. Not a snake, but something vicious, slimy… something that would crawl up to her and bite her. She was afraid.

She turned to her dream self, but realized she was alone.

He began to stroke it. She watched, fascinated by the thing between his legs. “It will bite you and poison you, you know.” he told her. “It will sting you and paralyze you. It will fuck you, little Lisa. Do you want that?” He stood up suddenly. His dick stood out, 90 degrees from his body. It shook as he approached her. His balls swaying slightly, hypnotically.

Dream Lisa felt her knees go weak. She wanted to sink to the floor. She found that she had! He approached. His hard cock was an inch from her lips. It would be so easy to kiss it now. To give in. But she resisted. He laughed. She backed up until she was against the door.

“I’ll never come back here again.” She swore.

“Until you do little Lisa, until you need to.” Then, “A little kiss… just on the tip. Is that so much to do for your loving brother? Just a little kiss?”

He stood over her, she looked up at him. Was that so much… after what she had done in her dream? “Just a kiss? I won’t taste anything, it’s just a dream, after all.”

There was a tiny drop of clear fluid on the tip. Rather than being disgusted, she was… was… what?

Dream Lisa was beside her again, gently holding her head, whispering words she couldn’t understand. Lisa stuck out her tongue. A lick, she tasted him and was suddenly on fire as Dream Lisa licked her ear.

“More. More” Lisa wasn’t sure who said it.

The head of his cock was drawing circles on her lips. It felt so good. She took the head of his dick between her lips and began to suck. It seemed so natural. And made him so happy. He grabbed her nipples and began to squeeze. Hard. Dream Lisa told her how much she enjoyed it… so she did! She liked the pressure. The pain. He jiggled them up and down. Laughing.

“Can’t wait for these titties to grow in.” he laughed. She realized that she couldn’t wait either. His hands on her tits, shaking them, juggling them would feel so good. Dream Lisa told her so, so “it must be true!”

“Kiss my balls, bitch!” Bart demanded. Dream Lisa told her that he said it with love. “He loves me?” Lisa thought. “Yes, he does!”

Kissing his balls, drawing them into her mouth drew a hiss from Bart. She had drawn them over her teeth, unfamiliar with the sensitivity. He pulled out and grabbed her by the throat. Her eyes grew wide in terror.

“Apologize, Lisa. Promise to do better!” urged Dream Lisa. “Tell him what a stupid bitch you are. He’ll forgive you.”

Lisa sniffled, apologized with all her heart. Her brother forgave her. “I am a stupid bitch,” she realized. All was well!

Up till then Bart already had had nearly 50 blow jobs from Imaginary Lisa, but his sister’s mouth was better than the Imaginary Friend, Miss Goo or even Mac’s mom. There was something so nasty and yet sweet about sticking his dick in real little sister’s mouth as hard and as deep as it would go. Watching her eyes pop and tear as snot poured out of her nose, choking on his cum. She was his perfect little jizz gurgler and he told her so.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound and she choked and spit up cum on the floor. He picked up a comic and lay back in bed. His cock was a cum covered mess, so he grabbed Lisa’s PJs and wiped himself, careful to keep his comic clean, then threw the PJs at her. “You still here?” he sneered. “We’re done… for now.”

Lisa looked distraught. This was terrible, even if it was just a dream. She ran from the room, clutching her foul PJs.

Bart laughed. Imaginary Lisa reappeared. “Lick my balls… then get me a sandwich.”

Next Time: Marge. Homer & Vicky