...eep in the front yard tonight! Our rooms are way too stuffy; and the windows are jammed! What do you think?” Bart and Lisa looked up bright eyed at their gullible mother. Luck was with them tonight. “Oh that sounds fine, Bart!” “What? We don’t have a tent!” Homer argued. “You stole it from Flanders, you had a camping impulse!” Bart reminded him. It happened years ago, after all. “…and then what?” “The impulse died.” “….yep! Sounds right to me!” “So we can do it?” Bart almost wanted to kiss his sister right there he was so excited.
Yeah! Marge and I can watch movies as loud as we want without hearing you two complain about keeping you awake!!” Homer shouted from the living room, too lazy to physically be present in the conversation. Lisa and Bart looked at each other, grinning wider than ever before. “Right on! Let’s go set it up right now!” The kids leapt from the table to get to work, leaving Marge to her blissful routine of cleaning up the table.
Outside, the two teens set up the tent as quick as possible, but they did it right, since they were hoping this wasn’t going to be just a one time thing… They talked sex while they worked. “I know we’re having hot sex this time sis but…you’ll still suc...