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Sleeping With Kelly Bundy


This story is entirely fictional.  All of the characters in this story are entirely fictional.  Any similarity to real persons is entirely coincidental.

This story deals with sexual conduct.  As a result, this story may be unsuitable for some audiences.  Reader discretion is advised.

In this story, deception is employed to encourage characters to engage in sexual relations with one another.  The author in no way condones the use of deception or fraud to gain anything, sexual or otherwise.

The characters in this story are based on characters developed by Michael G. Moye and Ron Leavitt for the Fox Broadcasting Company and their hit sitcom, Married…With Children.  All rights to these characters are owned by Sony Pictures Digital Inc.  All rights reserved.

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MF or mf, inc, bro, sis, cons, oral, piv, fan


Bud Bundy tries to trick his sister Kelly into giving him a blow-job for his birthday.


Main character: Buderick Franklin Bundy

Mom: Peggy Bundy

Dad: Al Bundy

Sis: Kelly Bundy


It’s my birthday.  Normally, it’s depressing.  This year, however, it was pretty cool.

It started out like crap, of course.  Dad gave me all of his money: a dollar.  Mom gave me a bag of nuts, which my father then took from me and began eating.  My mom, she then took the dollar.

I headed upstairs, and my sister saw me in the hallway.

“I hear it’s your birthday, Bud,” she said.  “What did you want me to get you, maybe a new blow-up doll to keep your other one pleasured?”

“I’d rather have a blow-job,” I replied angrily.

“But wouldn’t that be interest?”

“You mean ‘incest,’ Kelly.”  I hadn’t really meant from her, but since she brought it up, I figured I’d mess with her head like I always do.  I went on to say, “And no, it wouldn’t be incest unless you swallow.”

“Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt.  Besides, it doesn’t cost anything to get you, and it’ll only take five seconds before you’re done,” she said snarkily.

I ignored the insult.  I just couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with it, with her own brother.  “She must be sluttier than I thought,” I thought to myself.  We headed to my bedroom, where she began unzipping my pants.  Then she very suddenly tore my pants and underwear off.  My cock sprang up to meet my sister.

“Wow, I was expecting it to be small.  This is one of the larger cocks I’ve seen.”  She smiled as she knelt down and gave me the best blow-job I’d ever had.

She really got into it.  About five minutes into the fun, I could hold on no longer, and came in my sexy sister’s hot mouth.  She got up, spat my cum into a piece of tissue, and wiped her mouth dry.  “Thanks, Bud, for the practice.  Maybe we can do this again next year.”

“Next year?” I thought, “I can’t wait that long.”

She was leaving my room, I had to think fast.  Luckily, what she said gave me an idea.  “Wait,” I said.  “You call that a blow-job?”

“Why, what was wrong with it?”

“It wasn’t very good.”

“What was wrong with it?  Tell me!”

“Well, you just need practice.  I don’t know how to tell you what was wrong with it, but I can show you the next time you give me head.”

“You can?  Please, let me practice on you.  I don’t want to get a bad reputation.”

I chuckled.  “Well, I don’t know, I’m pretty busy…”

“Please, Bud!  I need to have someone to practice on who I trust.”

“Well, okay, Kelly.  I’ll do this, but I want you to know the sacrifice I’m making for you.”

“Thank you so much, Bud!  You won’t be disappointed.”  I knew she was right about that.

Following this, we made plans.  Not a morning would go bye in which I did not receive a oral from Kelly.  Beyond this, there may be other points in the day that we could practice, assuming either (A) that Kelly didn’t have a date at that time or (B) that I wasn’t busy.  Interestingly, Kelly appeared following this arrangement to have fewer dates than usual?  Was she foregoing time with other men to be with her brother?  Or was my ego merely distorting my perception of her dating habits?  I could not tell.  In any event, although we had only one scheduled session per day, I began to regularly receive two or even three blows a day.

At first I was a bit worried that Mom or Dad might find out.  But during the first week, Mom was busy with her Oprah marathon while Dad was busy plotting some way to undo something Marcy did next door.  But even following this, neither parent seemed to take much--or really any--interest in what we were doing, and thus never found out.

I began my lessons trying to undo something I had already did.  I wanted to see Kelly swallow my cum.

“But you said that was infest, Bud,” she said to me.

“The word is ‘incest,’ and I was only joking when I said that, Kelly.  It’s not incest unless we engage in intercourse.”

“You mean if we have dinner with one another?”

“No, Kelly, intercourse is when the dick enters the pussy.”

“Ah, okay.  So I should go ahead and swallow then, like I do with my other boyfriends?”

“Yes, or you can let it spill out of your mouth and onto your chin or tits.

“But wouldn’t I get my clothes dirty?”

“You’re right, Kelly.  You should probably take those off.”

I never saw a girl disrobe quicker.  She clearly had getting-naked down to a science.  I also noticed she was wearing no panties.

“Now, a guy finds it really sexy when the girl who’s about to blow him starts taking his clothes off of him without even asking.”

“They do?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes.  Then she got it.  “Oh,” she said, and immediately went about the task of disrobing me.

Following this, she always disrobed both of us with the same alacrity as the first time.  Sometimes, she would walk into my room already naked, if she knew neither parent was upstairs.  And on many a morning, I would wake to find my lovely sister already sucking my cock.  By far, this is the best way to awake.

This went on for quite some time, until one day Kelly comes to me to inform me that she’s worried about her sexual performance beyond mere blow-jobs.

“My date last night, well, things just didn’t go as I’d’ve liked.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“I guess, Bud, what I’m saying is: would you be willing to go all the way with me?  You could then give me pointers like you do when I give you head.”

“Are you sure this is what you want, Kelly?”

“Yes, absolutely!” she said, a bit too excited.  Then, calming herself, she added, “I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

“Kelly, my dear, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

From this point on, I never saw Kelly go out on a date with any other guy.  She eventually started sleeping in my room every night; neither mom nor dad ever bothered to take notice.  Dad was happy that Kelly was no longer bringing scumbags home with her, and took no real notice beyond that.  Eventually she and I moved down to the basement, where we had even more seclusion from the shoe salesman and his bride.

I showed Kelly everything there was to know about pleasing a man, and she proved to be a surprisingly quick learner in this regard.  She, in turn, taught me everything there was to know about pleasing a woman.  Not surprisingly, my confidence level rose dramatically over the first year, and girls were constantly hitting on me.  But, I ultimately turned most down.  After all, why eat a burger when you’ve got steak at home?


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