"Actually Al, I think I'll just hang out here." You say on a snap decision.
"Eh, suit yourself. I guess the life of a poor shoe sales man would be too depressing for a youth filled, hopeful young man like yourself. Though, fair warning, what lurks in this house when I'm not home can be not only depressing, but revolting." You know instantly he's referring to the rest on his family. "I'm going to my bowling league tonight. If you wanna come along I can introduce you to the rest of my pals. Hell, we might even let you join 'NO MA'AM.'" Your heart secretly skips a beat. That's always been your dream, to join that particular group.
Al then grabs his coat from out of the closet and exits stage left. You figure you might as well take Al up on his offer and make yourself at home. You wander over to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. There's nothing inside but some moldy cheese, some expired bags of lettuce and a six pack of beer. You grab a can and make your way back over to the couch. You crack open your beverage and flip on the TV. The first channel that it happens to be on is a skimpy bikini contest. Being satisfied with the choice you kick your feet up and slip your right hand the front of your pants.
"Hmmm, not much of a palace, but I think I could be very happy here." You hear the studio audience let out a laugh and you realize they're still watching your every move.
You watch the jiggling boobs on the TV for a while until you hear the front door burst open unexpectedly. A bleach blonde bombshell waltzes on in. She's dressed in a low cut crop top and ripped jeans. Fashion that seems way too expensive for this household and way too slutty for anyone with even a hint of morals or standards. The audience let's out a wild roar as soon as she enters and takes several minutes to calm down again.
"Hi daddy." She says as she makes her way to the stairs. Only to stop and turn around with a confused look on her face. An expression you're all too familiar with. "Wait...you're not my dad. Or did I just forget what you look like again?"
Your heart beats a little faster as you are finally in the same room as your all time's TV crush; Kelly Bundy!
"No, Kelly, I'm your cousin, Rocky. Your long, long, lost cousin. Just visiting. Your dad said I can stay here and to make myself at home."
"Well, Rocky. Maybe you can help me. See, I had a date with a quarter back this evening, but a little while ago he just dumped me for a blonde little freshman bimbo. Seriously she's dumber than a bag of cocks." You can't help but giggle along with the studio audience since you know she meant bag of rocks.
"Uh, Kelly, that's a very interesting offer, but you know I'm your cousin. Family members aren't really supposed to be with each other like that." As much as you always wanted to get it on with the 90s babe, you don't want to do anything to disrupt your new friendship with Al.
The blonde teen tramp thinks for a second. "You know, I once saw a pelvis movie called "Kissing Cousins."
"You mean an Elvis movie?" You try to correct her.
"No. It starred that guys who'd shake his hips and dance with his pelvis."
"Well, we aren't blood related. So I suppose it wouldn't be incest!"
"You know, I always thought spiders were incests. But in school, I learned they're Iraq kids." (arachnids)
You figure trying to correct her at every step of the way is just going to be a waste of your time and hers. "Look Kelly, you seem really great and beautiful but if your dad finds me with you, I'll have to scrape my face off from that wall there." You point over to the brick wall which gets a laugh from the audience.
"Well then, what about this?" Before you have a chance to say anything else, Kelly unzips her jeans and pulls them down, you look to see between her legs was a long cylindrical piece of flesh. You then realized it was a girthy, rigid, semi-erect cock. The big girl dong stretched from her shaved crotch down her thighs, the uncircumcised foreskin covered end reaches just below her knees. Behind it are a pair of testicles the size of mandarin oranges. How in the hell was she hiding this in her tight pants?! The audience let's out an even louder and wilder roar.
"Jesus Kelly, I...." You trail off as you reach out and touch her incredible appendage without even thinking.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist this. Boys in this family get the Bundy curse. But the women get the Bundy blessing." I dawned on you; was Peggy hung like this too?
Kelly looks over at the TV and finally notices what you've been watching. "So I see you've been watching the same channels as Bud. I may be dumb, but I know what you want. Why don't you take those pants off for me?"
You waste absolutely no time at all doing what she says. Pulling down your pants, you blush a little whence you compared your hard dick to her schlong and it's clear that Kelly's fat hog is over three times your size.
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