Disclaimers: The Cosby Show belongs to Bill Cosby, the Carsey-Werner Company
and the National Broadcasting Company (NBC). Home Improvement belongs to
Touchstone Television and Wind Dancer Productions. This story is
not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 11/16/2007

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Interacial sex, voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex,
male/female sex, strong language

Category: Het

Pairing: Brad/Denise

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes.

Summary: This story is about what happens after both the Huxtable Family and
the Taylor Clan encounter each other at a New York shopping mall.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Lisa Bonet, who was born on
November 16th, 1967.

Dedication: Happy 40th Birthday to Lisa Bonet! -- ATK 2007

Cosby Show/Home Improvement: Brad And Denise
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It had all began on the 16th day of the month of November, which was when a
young and beautiful African-American babe whose name happens to be Denise
Huxtable had returned home from Hillman College to visit her family in uptown
New York just in time for her to also give a big 'welcome home' hug and kiss
to her older sister known as Sondra, who had just returned home from
Princeton with her on-again/off-again boyfriend, Alvin Tibideaux.

Just then, after Alvin and the two elder Huxtable siblings had gotten
themselves settled in and changed their clothes, they had joined Doctor
Heathcliff Huxtable, his wife Clair and the younger Huxtable siblings in
going to a local shopping mall, where a certain Cable-TV show host from
Detroit, Michigan known as Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor -- along with his
assistant, Al Borland and the show's 'Tool Girl', Heidi Keppert -- was
taping an on-location episode of 'Tool Time'.

And of course, that was where Clair had placed her gentle hand on the
shoulder of Tim's wife, Jill and said, "Hello. You must be Jill Taylor. I'm
Clair Huxtable. I'm here with my husband Cliff and our children Sondra,
Denise, Theo, Vanessa and Rudy," just before a smiling Jill had given Clair
a friendly handshake and said, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Clair.
Tim and I are here with our three sons Brad, Randy and Mark. So, how good is
your marriage doing so far?"

"Oooohhhh, it's still going on the smooth and easy path. Even though there
are some potholes along the way. Is your marriage the same way, Jill?" that
was the question that a curious Clair had just asked Jill just before Tim
had placed a screwdriver into something electrical -- in spite of the fact
that Al had already told him that it was a bad idea -- and caused the
electrical device to short-circuit and the mall's fire-alarm and sprinklers
to go off.

And after Jill had rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and answered, "You
might say that, Clair. Only there are more potholes on that path," both Cliff
and Theo had rushed themselves on the stage to make sure that Tim, Al and
Heidi were still unharmed just before Brad had turned his eyes toward Denise
and said, "Hi. You must be Denise Huxtable. I'm Brad Taylor. I really am
sorry about the mess that my dad had caused and I would like to make it to
you by inviting you to join me in our hotel room in order to get yourself
dried off. Would that be a problem?"

And then, after she had given that idea some thought and figured that her
mother and father had raised her and her siblings to kind and generous to
other human beings, a small-smiling Denise had said 'yes' to Brad's offer
and left the mall and walked over to the hotel next to it with him.

Then, after they had stepped into the Taylor Family hotel suite, both
Brad and Denise had stepped into the bathroom, stripped off all of their
soaking-wet clothes and hung them over a towel bar to let the radiator dry
them just before they had turned themselves toward each other and gazed
with wide-eyes at each other's wonderfully-built bare-ass naked bodies.

And then, after she had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her
hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand and he had
began stroking his stiff cock right in front of her, Brad had moved himself
closer to Denise, kissed her ever so passionately on the lips and started
licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch
and carressing her firm breasts.

And after she had placed her hands on his bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Brad! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" both Brad and Denise had laid their nude bodies down on
the bathroom floor just in time for the son of 'The Tool Man' to turn himself
around and allow the second Huxtable daughter to start sucking on his stone
hard dick, causing the both of them to suddenly realize that they were both
able to experience the one thing that they had never experienced in a hotel
suite before, for they were both experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used
each of his hands to carress both her stiff mounds and hot and steamy cunt,
a sexually-energized Denise had placed one of her hands on Brad's bare
shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top of her

And then, after the two newfound interacial lovers had started moving
themselves harder and faster and their lovemaking has finally made its
way home from college, both Brad and Denise had came and collapsed due to
exhaustion and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, as soon as Denise had finally walked into the Huxtable house and
noticed that Clair was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of hot
cocoa and reading a book just before she had turned her eyes toward her
beloved daughter, let out a small smile and said, "Well, I see that you were
finally able to make it home, Denise. Were you able to enjoy Brad's company?"

And after she had sat herself down next to her loving mother and placed her
gentle hand on top of Clair's, Denise had allowed a small smile to appear on
her own lips, rolled her eyes and answered, "I sure did, Mom. It's just too
bad that we don't have ourselves a Wilson living next door to us."



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