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Married With Children: Magic Tricks
MARRIED ... WITH CHILDREN: Magic Tricks
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 ...
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