Simpsons Porn Story: A girls gotta do what she has to Chapter 2

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Here’s another chappie!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons.

A Mother Knows, a sister woes and a
brother grows

She was washing the dishes. Not so
unusual for her. There was one thing she did well in this world and
that was cleaning. The phone rang suddenly.

Hello?

Mom? It’s me. Said the voice of
her youngest child.

Maggie! She was delighted. The
girl hadn’t called home since Christmas. How have you been?

Great. Listen Mom, She paused.
Can I come home for awhile?

Of course! Why do you need to ask?
Your father and Bart and Lisa will be trilled, we haven’t seen you in
five years after all. That was true. When Maggie graduated from
high school, she had moved to Capital City to find work.

Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.
Bye. And she hung up the phone.

Bye. Marge whispered into the
mouthpiece. Than she put down the receiver and bounced into the
living room. Homie! I have great news. Maggie coming home isn’t
that the bestest (AN:…no comment). Homie? Homer. Wake up or you’ll
be eating brunt pork chops for the rest of your life!

He yelped and sat up in a flash Geez
Marge, don’t scare me like that.

Sorry. She smiled. Guess what?
Maggie’s coming home!

I heard you the first time.

Why didn’t you say anything?

I didn’t think it was a big deal.

The daughter we haven’t seen in five
years, coming to visit us isn’t a big deal for you?

Um.. What’s the right answer?

Marge just rolled her eyes and sighed.
I used to be more close to her than any of my children. Now she’s
the one I’m the least close to. I wonder.. Homer was I a bad mother?
Did I drive her away with my pushiness and nagging? Her eyes
started to water.

He sighed and put his arms around her.
You were always a good parent. Way better then me at any rate. She
just wanted some independence.

Thanks.She snuggled in closer. I
could stay like this for a long time.

But if we stay like this we can’t do
anything else. he said raising an eyebrow in what was suppose to
be a seductive manner.

She gasped. You’re right! I have to
call Bart and Lisa and tell them the good news! She pulled away
and ran back to the kitchen.

He sat back down momently stunned. Then
he muttered I can never catch a break.

Lisa Simpson pushed the peas around on
her plate. She looked up her blue haired husband grimaced and looked
down at the plate again.

Not eating your salad? That’s odd
for you. Milhouse said.

Yeah. she said listlessly

He looked guilty and said Look, I
can move out till we get the papers.

She smiled weakly It’s okay. I don’t
want to tell my Mom yet. She’ll be sad.

Five minutes of awkwardness later, she
spoke I’m full. I’ll just go upstairs.

She went to her room and sat down on
the bed. Crap she thought its so weird now. Maybe one of them should
move out. The five year marriage had just fallen apart. That hadn’t
been any really big fights. Over time they had just slowing grown
board of each other.

Lisa was not the girl she was at eight.
Every dream of leaving Springfield, every dream of becoming an
activist who showed people the true way, had vanished by her 30th
birthday last year. She had finally excepted that she was a professor
of Math at Springfield University. She couldn’t solve the world’s
problems, she couldn’t even get people in town to listen to her.

The phone rang. Hello.

Honey! Lisa held the phone away
from her ear to prevent hearing loss. You’re sister’s coming
home!

Hi, Mom. She hating talking to
her Mom these days. She wanted to tell about the divorce, but she
always wimped out. That’s great.

I know! I have call your brother
now.

Okay. Goodbye.She put down the
receiver and lay back down. Great, a family reunion. Just what I
need.

Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!

The damn phone had woken him up. He
still had a hangover from last night. Let it ring. Unless.. It might
have been one of his clients.

This better be important!

Silence I taught you to answer the
phone more politely then that.

Oh shit. It’s you Mom.

Yes. sigh Anyways your sister
is coming into town.

Lisa? But she already is in town,
Mom. The old lady must be going senile.

Your other sister! God you’re as bad
as your father sometimes?

And?

And what?

Is that all you wanted to tell me?

Yes!

Ah listen, Mom I have to get back to
my gardening.

Okay dear, bye.

It hadn’t been a complete lie. There
was some plants and he was going to water them. That was gardening
right?

He smiled fondly at his plants. They be
ready for the streets in a couple of days.

Maggie bit into her hamburger
enthusiastically. The diner made the best in the city!

Mind if we sit here.

She looked up. It was Gerry and Nelson.

Sure, boss no prob. Make sure your
girlfriend stays quiet though.

Don’t call me boss. Nelson said
cutting off any comments from Gerald as he sat down. Were not at
work. It’s weird when call me boss there too by the way.

Okay from now on I call you Nelly.

You do and I’ll kick your ass.

I’ve been able to kick your since I
was eight.

It was true. One day when he bullying
her brother, she had punched him straight in the gut.

I only let you do that because you
were a kid.

Whatever. then she asked Who
wants to kill my dad?

Pause. They don’t know. Recently,
three or four attempts have been made on his life and he managed to
escape though dumb luck.

Sounds like Dad.

Yeah. Anyways you need to find the
person who wants to kill him, and ‘take care of them’.

Again, that might be bit since lots
of people want to kill my father.

That’s true.

Whatever, Gerald broke into the
conversation. The real question is why you don’t want to go to
Springfield.

She thought about ignoring that
question, but when she looked into his eyes she released he wasn’t
gonna back down.

I don’t want my Mom asking me why
I’m not married yet.

They did convinced, but for some reason
decided to play along.

Okay, you don’t want see your Mom.
How about your old man? Nelson asked Or your sister?

You’re the one who wants to see my
sister she thought.

Maybe. Can I get back to my burger?

Don’t people usually pick something
fancier for their last meal?

She rolled her eyes. Lisa is going
to try to convert me to vertagaterism and I’m going to have to
compete with Dad and Bart for food once I get home, so I should be
able to enjoy meat one last time in peace.

She crammed last morsel of the burger
into her mouth. Then she turned towards them and smiled.

Can I ask a question now?

Sure, what is it?

Who’s going to pay for this?

A/N: Sorry for the Homarge mushiness at
the beginning of the chapter. Also for Lisa and Marge being emo.

L&M: Hey

A: Gotta go!