It was a typical evening at the Brady household. Children were playing merrily outside in the golden rays of the setting sun. Every now and then screams of childhood merriment filtered in the windows - left open in the face of summer heat. Upstairs, Mike and Carol were getting ready for a dinner engagement with one of Mike's more well-heeled clients. These engagements were always important to Mike's success, and he always made sure that Carol was along, as sometimes her services were invaluable in procuring the final deal. "Aren't you done yet?", he asked imploringly, turning to straighten his tie before the full-length mirror. "Now Mike, you know I couldn't get dressed earlier because Jan kept running to the bathroom". "I'll bet the little bitch has an infection again... or do you suppose she's barfing?", asked Mike. "I don't think so", said Carol, "Cindy was the one that was tossing her cookies, last time I checked..." "actually... I wonder whatever happened with that?".

"No! No! - The black ones", asserted Mike, "He hates the red stuff!". Carol was in the act of putting on some strawberry edible underwear. She twisted her hips in the rays of the setting sun after she corrected the oversight, stroking her pussy through the material. Across the street, Peter and his friend David were taking turns at the telescope. "What a hot bitch!", said Dave cranking his dick as he watched the spectacle. "Here - Let me have a look" said Peter grabbing the scope and pressing it to his eye. Dave was too busy in his own little world to mind - frantically pumping his prepubescent manhood until it spat white foam. Peter licked his lips as he watched the spectacle his mother was presenting. She looked almost as good across the street as she did on top of him. She left his view, almost dressed. "Damn!",he cursed and turned his attention to a more interesting target - the bathroom. Inside, he could see Cindy squatting on the toilet, her dress hiked up above her waist, and her little legs dangling on each side. Pete zoomed the scope when he saw her lean forward. Her face turned beet red - apparently she was having a hard time. In the background, Peter could barely see Marcia hike her skirt and grease her anus with two fingers, wiping the excess off on some toilet paper that she had in the other hand. Right then and there, Peter knew that it would be an interesting night at the Brady household.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!",laughed Mike as Carol tried her hand at the whip he just bought. She packed it into her purse along with a vibrator and some K-Y jelly, and headed for the door. As she passed by Mike, he grabbed a handful of ass and pulled her close to him. "Don't forget Tiger!", he said - a look of amusement crossing his features. "Oh Mike", said Carol, "Even you know that Mr. Rogers isn't into feisty white mutts!". "Maybe later", she winked with a positive gleam in her eyes before she turned and headed out into the street. Mike followed after. "Damn - What a good piece!", he thought as he watched her ass as she crossed to the car. "What a FUCKING GOOD PIECE!".

"Mmmf!", Jan was tied spread-eagled to the lower bunk bed while Alice rode her merrily. "Eat me out, you little bitch!", she grunted, pressing her cunt hard against Jan's face, "or I'll tell mom you're barfing!". Jan's tiny 13 year old body buckled hard in her repeated efforts to get air and Alice was *loving* every minute of it. "Bobby!", she yelled, "My broom! GET MY BROOM!". She wanted to work Jan's cunt something fierce - she wasn't gonna lube it or nothing. She just wanted to see her squirm, hear her gasping underneath her. Almost snuff her out and then bring her around again for some more. The funny thing was that Jan liked it too. Apparently, her mind was pretty fucked up after all that glue she used to sniff.

Apple-cheeked Bobby appeared at the door a short time later. He had a broom, some kind of box, and a shit-eating grin on his face. "You rang?", he asked. He walked up to the bed with a slight limp, as his ass was still sore from Greg's tool. What was even worse, Peter had just come home from across the street - horny as hell, and had demanded instant lip-service from our little hero. "What the hell is that?", groaned Alice - pointing to the box. Jan was starting to pass out underneath her, but Alice was feeling mighty good. She leaned forward to let her have some air, and laughingly ripped of a smelly, loud fart in the poor little girl's face. "It's Peter's volcano power supply!", said Bobby, "It generates over 50,000 volts!". Alice sat back down on Jan's face as she thought about the possibilities. Underneath her, she felt Jan begin squirming again. "Get me a bucket of water!", she shouted, hoarse with animal lust "I've got an idea!".

Upstairs, Greg was spreading mentholeum cream all over his man-sized tool while Martia and Peter were undressing Cindy on their parent's bed. She trembled as they stripped off her little yellow dress and threw it in a crumpled heap. Her white panties were next. "Ha - lookit the shit-stain!", laughed Peter as he indicated a brown line in the panties. They pushed her face-down against the bed, her little bare butt sticking up in the air. "Their'll be more than shit in there when I'm through with her", boasted Greg as he submitted his tool to one last inspection. Peter took off to get the camera. These sessions looked great on film and he knew a man down the street who liked to buy pictures like these. In fact, once Greg said he saw some of these pictures in an actual magazine somewhere...

Cindy was having second thoughts. She kept trying to get away, screaming "No!", "No!". However, a few good whacks from Marcia with a belt buckle seemed to reassure her and help calm her fears. Greg poised himself before her trem-bling rosebud anus. His cock burned from the menthol cream he had spread all over it. Peter licked his lips - He knew first-hand what that cock could do. THRUUUUUST! Greg shoved. Cindy screamed. Upstairs, Alice climaxed as she rode Jan. Jan's body was vibrating with an electrically induced motion.

Suddenly the power went out. "What the fuck happened?!?!", yelled Greg, majorly pissed off that he couldn't see what he was doing. Bobby came running in. "Alice hooked Jan up to your volcano power supply! - I'll bet that did it!". They went into the room and Pete brought a flashlight from the cupboard. Alice was looking down at a motionless form on the bed. "Shit...", she said "I think she's dead...". Cindy let out a plaintative wail. "What'll we do???",she was breaking out into tears, "What'll we tell mom and dad?". "Who cares?", said Marcia eyeing the stain that was spreading beneath Jan's form, "THAT WAS MY BED!".

"I have an idea", said Greg, a mischievious look in his eyes, "A GREAT IDEA!". He climbed on top of the bed, like preacher climbing on a soapbox. "HOW ABOUT SOME NECROPHILIA!!??"

The rest of this story is history. Mom and Dad took the news pretty well and they told the authorities that Jan ran off with a biker. As for the body, they stuffed it in an old freezer in the basement - keeping it for those nights when Greg or the others were interested in some forbidden action.