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Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story title : Married With Children: Magic Tricks
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MARRIED ... WITH CHILDREN: Magic Tricks
By Uncle Mike
Bud Bundy brushed back his greasy black hair as he
stumbled down the stairs to the living room. It was his
birthday. For most teenagers, hell, for most people
under 30, birthdays are something to look forward to.
But not for Bud. His dad was usually too cheap to
buy him anything. His mom was too lazy and too stupid
to bake a cake. And his sister -- well, Kelly usually
gave him something, but it was mostly grief.
Then there was this year. This year was going to be
different. He had started making his plans months ago,
when the idea first came to him. It had taken long
preparation. Getting the right materials. Practicing.
What was worse, practicing in front of the family,
where everyone could see him fail. But that was an
essential part of the plan. They had to believe it he
was serious. And what better way than to open himself
up to even more ridicule than usual?
And now, it was time. Now was the start of things
he'd been looking forward to for so long. He smiled to
himself as he felt his cock rise a bit in his slacks
just at the thought.
It was a weekday, so his dad was at the shoe store,
sticking his nose into other people's smelly feet. And
his mom was out -- well, wherever it was she went.
But Kelly was home. Kelly was his sister, the kind
of young woman for whom the term "slut" was invented.
Hell, Kelly was a slut's slut, Bud thought. Always
wearing hooker clothes, her boobs sticking out, her
cunt wet from one guy's cock and already looking for
the next one.
Like now. There she was on the couch, her legs
splayed like she was getting it already. Tube top, no
bra, her tits bulging out above the elastic, her nip-
ples pressing bumps into the hot pink fabric. Bare
stomach, short-short blue spandex mini doing little to
conceal the view of her long, shapely legs encased in
sparkly red nylons. Fire-engine red pumps with six-inch
heels. Lipstick cherry red -- the only cherry she had
left. Blond hair billowing out around her head. Bud
licked his lips quickly before she noticed him.
"Hey, it's the birthday eunuch," she said brightly,
patting the worn-out sofa cushion next to her. "Cele-
brating another year of your miserable life! Come on,
I've got a present for you."
He had to make it look good, so Bud swallowed his
glee and gave his face a hang-dog look. "Aw, geez,
Kel," he muttered. "Not again. Every year I get all
excited and every year you give me some rotten present.
Not this year. I'm not gonna do it. So just forget it."
"Why, Bud Bundy," she pouted, her lips forming
sultry curves. "I'm hurt. Well, OK, maybe I have been
a little hard on you. But not this year. This year I
got you something really great!"
Bud did a calculated double-take. "R-really? Some-
thing good?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, let me have it!"
She pulled a box sloppily wrapped in tinfoil from
under the couch. "Condolences for your loss," it said
on the card. He looked at it, then at her. "Well, it
was all I could find in the drawer," she said. "Go on,
open it."
Bud shredded the foil, uncovering a pale green box
marked "Ferguson's Prime Dates."
Puzzled, he pulled it open. The fruit squatted in
individual brown paper cups.
"Get it?" Kelly was giggling loudly. "Dates! 'Cause
you couldn't get one any other way!" She poked him in
the ribs. "Dates!"
"Uh, yeah, funny, Kel," Bud said through gritted
teeth. Inside, he was furious, but he couldn't afford
to let his anger show. Not yet.
"Oh, wait, there's more," his sister said, pulling
out a much smaller package, also done up in wrinkled
foil.
More cautiously this time, Bud peeled away the
foil. He revealed a package of condoms. He looked up
at Kelly.
"To use on your dates!" she shrieked, hugging her-
self as she sailed off into gales of laughter.
Bud forced a thin smile as he waited out her guf-
faws. Finally she settled down, although she did erupt
in a broad smirk once or twice.
"Thanks, Kel," he said. "That's funny. Condoms for
my dates." He slipped the thin package into a hip
pocket. I'll need those later, he thought to himself.
How sweet of her to provide them.
"Uh, hey, Kel?" She had started to get up off the
couch; now she sat back down.
"Yeah, what?"
"Uh, since it's my birthday and all, could you do
me a favor?"
She rolled her eyes. "God, Bud, I already gave you
two presents. What more do you want?"
"Well, could you -- could you help me with one of
my magic tricks?"
His sister groaned. Bud had been tormenting the
family with magic tricks, always begging someone to
pick a card, hold two ends of a rope, or do something.
He'd heard all their jokes -- like, this time, could
his trick be to make himself disappear? He'd swallowed
it all, biding his time. Now, as Kelly formed her
answer, Bud desperately hoped he hadn't gone too far,
hadn't driven them all so crazy that she'd never say
yes.
"I really should be leaving," Kelly said at last,
eyeing the door.
"Aw, please, Kel?" Bud forced himself to whine. "It
is my birrrrthday."
His sister shifted away from him. "I really have
to ..."
Bud switched tactics, hoping to catch her off
guard. "I could -- I could make it worth your while."
"You!" Kelly snorted. "What could you do for me?"
"I could tell you at what garage Bill Parker is
going to be tonight at seven," Bud said, looking her
straight in the eyes.
"Who?" Kelly's voice affected a disinterested tone,
but Bud saw the flicker of interest in her eyes. He'd
hooked her.
"Bill -- oh, well, if you don't even know him ..."
"Parker? Parker?" Kelly feigned a search of her
mind. Wouldn't take long, Bud snickered to himself.
"Oh, yeah, I think I know him," she said. "Why would I
care where he was going to be?"
Bill was a studly football player that, Bud knew,
Kelly had been drooling over for months. He had his own
set of friends at school, though, and Kelly hadn't been
able to break in. Bud knew his sister wouldn't want to
pass up a chance to get him alone.
"Oh, I don't know," Bud said aloud. "If you really
don't care..."
"No!" Kelly said, quickly. "I mean, well, maybe --
OK. What would I have to do?"
Bud smiled. "Just follow me."
He could barely contain himself as he went up the
stairs. It was working! Just a few more minutes and
there would be no turning back. He had a brief moment
of doubt, but then he thought about what was ahead and,
as his cock rose, his fears disappeared.
"Lie down on the bed," he told his sister, pushing
open the door to his bedroom.
"Bet you never said that to any other girl," she
snickered, but she did as he said, putting her blond
head on the pillows. "Now what?"
Bud slipped on the dopey black cape he'd been using
to turn himself into Bundini the Magnificent. "I just
need a couple of props," he said, rummaging in a
dresser drawer.
He pulled out a shiny pair of handcuffs. "I bet you
know how these go on, huh, Kel?" He permitted himself
that little bit of sarcasm. Kelly, probably thinking
about getting Bill Parker, said nothing and allowed Bud
to snap the cuffs over her wrists.
Then he slipped a loop of red and black bungie cord
over one of her ankles, and repeated the motion with
another cord around the other foot.
"You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"
Kelly seemed a little uncertain. "You've got the key to
these cuffs, right?"
"Sure, Kel," Bud said, attaching first one cord and
then the other to the foot of his bed, pulling her legs
apart.
"Good, 'cause -- hey, what is this?" Kelly tried to
sit up.
"Haven't you been in this position before?" Bud was
moving toward the head of the bed now. "I bet you
have."
Kelly's eyes flared. "Just what are you ..." Before
she could finish the sentence, Bud had grabbed her
hands and yanked them up, slipping the cuffs around a
hook he'd screwed into the wall. His sister was help-
less now. She could move her legs only a little, just
enough to bend her knees a few inches.
"Hey, this hurts," she cried, tugging at the cuffs,
which dug into her wrists. "Come on, let me go."
Bud said nothing, looking down at her with a widen-
ing grin.
"Come on, you twerp," she said sharply. Bud
frowned. "I mean, come on, my wonderful magician
brother," she tried. "Let me go."
"I don't think so, Kel," Bud said, pulling off his
cape. "Not quite yet. I haven't done my magic trick
yet. You're gonna like this one, Kel."
Kelly pulled fiercely at her restraints. "LET ME
GO!" she shouted.
"There's no one to hear you," Bud said quietly as
he opened a drawer in his nightstand. "But I don't
really want to hear that screaming in my ear. Sorry I
have to do this." He pulled out one of the red bandanas
he used in some of his other tricks and swiftly knotted
it around his sister's head as a gag.
Her eyes followed him as he stepped back from the
bed, and she muttered furiously.
Bud took off his clothes slowly. When he pulled
down his shorts Kelly redoubled her efforts to break
free. The headboard banged against the wall, but she
couldn't get loose.
"Now do you see my trick, Kel?" Bud reached into
the nightstand again and pulled out a leather-handled
knife with a long, thin blade. He looked down at his
sister, struggling on the bed. This was what he had
been waiting for. Revenge for all those years of tor-
ment and teasing. And revenge in the way that she would
best understand. His young cock was already thick and
hard, bobbing in front of him, as he slid the knife
carefully under her Spandex mini.
"Better not move too much," he told her. "I
wouldn't want to hurt you."
Kelly froze as Bud slid the knife under the
material. With a sizzling move he slit the skirt all
the way up and across the waistband. Flipping it aside,
he sliced down this time, opening up her pantyhose.
Almost reverently he pulled the stretchy material
down and chopped it in half, exposing her curly bush
and the red folds of her slit. Bud drew the sharp point
of the knife down the folds. Kelly flinched and a tiny
drop of bright red blood appeared.
"Oh, now, see what you've done?" Bud lifted the
knife. "I told you not to move."
Moving more quickly now, he ripped open the side of
her top. The elastic pulled it apart and her large,
firm breasts bobbled free.
Bud tossed the knife back into the drawer and
crawled onto the bed beside his naked sister.
Gently he caressed her quivering body, his finger-
tips tracing the rise of her massive tits to her dark
nipples, then down her firm stomach, through the curly
hair to the folds of her cunt. He slipped a finger
inside. She was almost completely dry, but in a few
minutes of manipulation he had her wet and slick.
"That's great, Kel," Bud whispered to her. "Now
you're nice and ready for me. Isn't this great?" Kelly
twisted underneath him, but clearly most of the fight
had gone out of her, at least for the moment.
"And I'm so glad you got me that birthday present,"
he said, dropping off the bed and pulling his slacks
off the floor. "You know what they say about how if you
sleep with someone you sleep with everyone they've
slept with. And with you, that's pretty much everyone,
isn't it?"
As he spoke, he pulled out the condom package,
broke it open and slipped one over his engorged cock.
"Perfect fit, Kel," he said, getting back on the
bed and kneeling between her legs. "What a thoughtful
gift."
Bud looked down at her. Kelly's lush body was split
open for him. Already he could smell the rich musk
rising from her crotch. A thousand and one memories
rushed at him of the times she'd ridiculed him. A
hundred nights of masturbating in his bed, his eyes
stinging with tears from Kelly's taunts about still
being a virgin. And now, this.
Kelly had closed her eyes tightly. He had hoped to
look in her eyes when he shoved his cock into her. Oh,
well.
Bud crouched over his sister, licking her ample
breasts, sucking on the nipples, burying his face in
her cleavage, enjoying the moment.
But the raging hard-on sent a pounding message to
his brain and he couldn't wait any longer.
Bud put the head of his dick to his sister's wet
slit and pushed. It drove in easily and he was IN!
The emotions were so strong that he almost came
immediately, even though Kelly had apparently decided
to stay as still as possible and it was like fucking a
corpse. But Bud held back, holding himself inside her
for several minutes while he got used to the feeling.
And then he began to stroke. Kelly's cunt was not
a very tight fit -- no surprise after all the guys
she'd had -- but to Bud, having his first fuck, it was
fantastic. The thin sheath of the condom did little to
stop the incredible sensations as he pushed his cock
into his sister's twat and then withdrew it slowly.
He pressed his hairless chest onto hers, thrilling
to the feeling of her tits rubbing against him.
In and out, in and out he drove, until all too soon
he felt the familiar surge and a blast of cum squirted
out, flooding the tip of the rubber. Bud collapsed on
top of Kelly.
A minute or two later, when he rose off her, Kelly
opened her eyes. Bud saw the spark of hope in them, the
thought that it was all over.
"Don't worry, Kel," he assured her. "That wasn't
all. I got some great stuff from this mail-order cata-
log. It should have me hard again in no time."
And the cream worked, stinging his cock a little
but bringing it back to full erection. Bud saw Kelly
shut her eyes tightly and wince. He smiled.
Through all the planning, he had sometimes worried
that actually doing it with Kelly wouldn't be as good
as his dreams. What if she wasn't a good fuck? What
if he started feeling guilty?
But now those fears were completely gone. Kelly's
ripe body was everything he'd hoped, and he had enough
memories of her jokes to banish any guilt. This was
just going to be one hell of a fuck.
Again he drove his dick into her, and again she
tried to hold still.
But as Bud continued to pound away at her cunt,
Kelly began to return the motion, lifting her hips at
his thrusts. Bud realized that a whore like his sister
must really like sex; even getting raped wouldn't stop
her from getting into it. The thought drove his lust
even higher.
He slammed his cock into her sopping wet tunnel,
pounding away. Faster and faster they went, 10 minutes,
20, a half hour.
Suddenly Kelly jerked stock-still, and then her
body heaved up and down rapidly. An orgasm, Bud
realized with a shock. He'd fucked her till she came!
Frantically he increased his own speed until he felt
his cum burst out again.
"God, that was great, Kel," he told her when he got
his breath back. She looked him in the eye for a second
and then looked away. That was OK, he thought. Give her
time and she'd realize she didn't have to leave the
house to get a good fuck.
Bud lay atop his sister's hot, sweaty body for
several minutes, then got up to take a pee.
As he got back to his room, he heard the front door
open. Quickly he slipped his clothes back on and pulled
from the dresser drawer a paper bag that clinked as he
lifted it.
"Mom?" he called, opening his bedroom door a crack.
"Is that you?"
"Yeah, Bud," she shouted back.
Bud slipped out of the room, closing the door be-
hind him, and raced down the stairs.
His mom was teetering on her high heels in the
living room, bending over as she sorted through several
shopping bags. Her wide ass was waving in Bud's face,
tugging at the seams of her black miniskirt.
"Hi, Mom," Bud said as he skidded to a halt next
to her.
She straightened up and turned to face him.
"Oh, hi, Bud," she said lazily. Bud's mom had huge
tits, maybe twice the size of Kelly's, he thought,
their round mounds bulging out of the deep V of her
blouse's neckline. Bud forced himself to look away
from them and up to her heavily mascara'ed face and
the stiff cloud of dark hair.
"Did you get me anything for my birthday?" he asked
eagerly.
"Your -- uh, sure, here," she said, digging into
one of the bags. She came up with a rat-tailed comb
in bright pink plastic. "Here you go. Happy Birthday,
Bud."
Bud stared at it. He wasn't sure if he was going
to be able to go through with this part of his plan,
but that made it easier.
"Uh, thanks, Mom," he said. He turned away from her
and then slowly spun back. "Uh, Mom? Could you help me
with a magic trick?"
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