The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch (Part 1)
Author: j.g.e. powers (jgepowers40@hotmail.com)
The adult Brady children become sexually involved. (Inc, M/M/F, org)
THE BRADY BUNCH
Carol Brady sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched
around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the
last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde
pussyhairs. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant
body awake. At her feet, a magazine lay open; two classified
ads circled. She and her husband, Mike, had answered one
last night. The other was one she wasn't sure that she'd
tell her husband about. "Mike?"
"Yeah?" he asked, pushing the bathroom door open. Mike
Brady was naked, except for a towel around his midsection and
his flaccid cock made a delightful indentation. "Well,
aren't you a sight?"
Eying his wife appreciatively, he felt a stirring in his
loins. Almost fifty years of age, Carol Brady, still
possessed the physical attributes that first caught his
attention over twenty years ago. Blessed with good skin
tone, and bone structure, her face showed no surrender to her
years. She was petite, but well put together, with still
firm tits; small, but full, a flat stomach, and tight buns.
If someone didn't know her, she could pass for thirty-five.
And how she could fuck! Looking at her, he knew he was a
very lucky man.
"Oh, Mike," she said, "I can't wake up this morning.
I'm beat up. What about you?"
"Ol' Stallion Brady? Fit as a fiddle and rearin' to
trot. Want to go around again?"
"You're too much," she giggled, "Did you hide the video
real good? I don't want the kids to stumble over it while
they're here."
"Of course, I did. Relax, Bobby doesn't go sneaking
through our drawers anymore."
"Oh, God. Remember when he found your rubbers and
thought they were balloons. I almost died from
embarrassment."
"Hell, we've come a long way since then, haven't we?"
"And how. That's why I want that video stashed where
no one is going to find it. You amateur C.B. DeMilles' are
going to get us hung."
He smiled as his wife delicately wiped her pussy.
"Com'on, admit it; you enjoy watching the replay as much
as I do. Admit it," he urged.
"I'll do no such thing. You're a dirty old man."
"I sure am," he said, pulling her to him. He felt her
full, firm tits against his bare chest; felt his blood
stirring, and was amazed that he still couldn't get enough of
her, not even after twenty years. They had found the real
secret of keeping the magic alive. "How'd you like this
'dirty ol' man' to prong you again?"
"After last night? You can't have that much energy
left."
Mike rubbed the palm of his hand over her tit.
Immediately the nipple came alive, and hardened. He knew
that her pussy was beginning to soup up; her tits were her
trigger.
"Oh, you bastard! That feels so good." She said,
playfully punching his arm.
"So you're not really all that beat up."
"You know how beat up I am. You have it recorded for
posterity."
"I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I
get horny. Come on, lets go to bed."
Carol giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered
to the large bed. Mike pulled a tassel on her nightgown and
it fell to her feet almost causing her to trip. Reaching for
her he found her left tit. The electric shock made her suck
in her breath, and instantly she reach for his hardness.
"God," he said with a choke in his voice, "you're a
good-looking woman; the same as you were twenty years ago."
She kneaded his cock, feeling it grow hot and hard in
her hand. "And you, pretty liar, only get better with age.
More kinky, too," she giggled.
He pushed her back on the bed, his hands trailing over
the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide
apart he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt making her
moan. Pussyjuice glisten on the golden strands of her cunt
hair and the hot pink lips beckoned. Slowly, he flicked his
tongue over her exposed clit.
"Oooooooo, Mike . . . Mmmmmmmmmm." she moaned as her
cunt lips parted. He grabbed her asscheeks and buried his
face in her musky mound.
"Oh, God . . . yes!" she screamed, as he began sucking
her pleasure spot. "That's it, that's it! . . . Oh, shit,
yesss! Oh, Mike, suck harder . . . no . . . don't stop . . .
don't . . don't be mean, keep sucking! . . . Oh, oh,
aaaaaaaaaah! Christ! Stick your finger in my cunt . . .
pleaseeeee! . . . Yes, yes, like that . . . oh, so good.
Fill me up! . . . Harder, Mike, suck harder!" Carol pleaded
as Mike's tongue darted in and out of her cunt.
He nibbled on the outer lips; sucked hard on her clit,
then slowed. He knew her body; her responses; how to drive
her to the brink and back again. Twisting his finger around
her cunt wall he felt the slippery texture; his finger adding
to her torment and pleasure.
"Oh, you sonofabitch," she screamed, "my ass . . . my
ass, stick your finger in my ass! Hurry, I'm dying! . . .
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
The muscles of her ass contracted as he relentlessly
pushed his finger into the tight ring of her bunhole. A
vision of Carol with a huge, thick prick in her ass flashed
through his mind, and his erection became almost painful.
Carol's breathing was labored, her words came in gulps.
"Oh, Mike . . . I'm so full . . . aw, shit . . . I need
your cock in me, bad. Quick, lay down . . . I've got to
have it!"
They quickly shifted positions, and Carol placed her
throbbing cunt directly over her husband's purple cockhead.
She hunkered down, slowly easing herself on to it. She felt
it stretch her pussy apart as it pushed its' way deep into
her body. With her hips she controlled penetaration, making
the sensation last. It was heaven!
"Sooooo, sooo, good," she sighed as her cunt filled up
with cock. Oh, how she loved to have a prick inside her
body. It was a pleasure beyond description. She leaned
forward, forcing his pleasure rod deeper. Eyes glazed, mouth
open, she slipped into a state of euphoria where only this
great, indescribable feeling existed; a feeling she kept
alive by the constant piston and churn motions of her wanton
hips.
"Shit, your cunt's like fire . . . burning me alive. I
gotta cum!"
"Oh, no, no, don't come yet . . . please, not yet.
More! Oh, God, More!!" Their loins beat a frantic rhythm as
they sensed the apex of their passion. "I'm gonna cum, Mike!
I'm gonna Cum . . . harder! Fuck me harder. Make me Cum!!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Yesssssss . . . Cummmmmmmmmming!!!"
"Ughhhhhh . . . aaaaaaag . . .ooooooooooh."
Carol shuttered as her orgasm exploded outward from her
cunt. Mike's cum juices splashed, hotly, in her pussy and
she felt the receding flood as his cum washed over her cunt
walls, back over his cock, and began leaking down her
trembling thighs. She fell forward; his cock disengaged from
her sopping box with a loud pop. Her rapid breathing slowly
abated.
"Now you know I'm beat-up. Where do you get all that
juice from? You should've been drained last night."
"I'm a voyeur," he laughed, "I think of you, like last
night and my factory starts pumping."
"Hell, I'm glad the kids are coming this weekend for
our anniversary. Maybe I can get some rest."
"Yeah, it'll be good to see them, especially the
girls."
"What does that mean, you lecher?"
"Hey, three good-looking sets of buns running around in
bikinis; the answer to every dirty old man prayer."
"You're horrible!"
"And you're going to tell me you didn't do a whole
bunch of crotch watching when Peter was here, last month.
Don't lie, Carol, I saw you."
"That's different," she laughed, "he's not really my
son; just my adopted son."
"Oh, and just what the hell are the girls?"
"Oh, Mike, where has the time gone? Greg's a doctor;
Peter, a lawyer. And Bobby almost has his MBA."
"I ask myself that question all the time. Marcia's
been married over three years. Jan's a full fledged
architect, and Cindy's about ready to graduate."
"At least Bobby and Cindy are together, the rest of the
family is so spread out. That's why this reunion is so
important; even if we have to put off some of our . . . er,
other activities," she paused for a moment then continued,
"Jan following in your footsteps means a lot, doesn't
it?"
"Of course! I'm proud of all the kids, but it's nice
to have one follow in your footsteps."
Carol rolled over, rested her head on his chest and
fingered Mike's now limp, sticky dick. "And she's doing so
well, too."
"Yeah," he laughed, "being built like a brick shithouse
didn't hurt, either. Old man Marley drooled all through her
job interview."
"Mr. Brady, I think you're getting horny for your
daughters."
"And you for the boys, Mrs. Brady. After what we've
been doing, how can it be helped?"
"I hate to admit it, but you're right . . . I did peek
at Peter's crotch, it looked nice; and with all of them home
this weekend we should get all the peeking we can handle."
She ran her hand through her short, thick blonde hair,
then tweaked his drooping prick. "Come on, Mr. Brady, let's
get up. You know how much I enjoy that first cup of coffee
in the morning."
Mike made a mental note to hide last night video. Carol
retrieved her nightgown and the magazine from the bathroom
floor. The ad stared back at her.
WHITE LADIES - AT YOUR SERVICE
FIVE BLACK MEN - OVER 50 INCHES
OF COCK. YOUR WILDEST DREAMS
AND FANTASIES FILLED TO THE BRIM
AND THEN SOME. CALL 555-3573
After the children left, she thought, then there'd be
enough time to explore this possibility.
***
Marcia Brady Dansforth's mind was detached, separated
from her body. It floated free, and its' eye wandered about
the bedroom. It saw Marcia laying on the bed, legs wide and
pushed back over her husband's shoulders; saw Tom Danforth's
skinny body and skinnier dick pumping furiously in and out
of his wife's semi-dry cunt. It could hear her rote
response; moaning and moving on cue, like an actor in a role.
It was a good performance, but she knew she'd have to
call it back; help her through this - as she had done so
frequently in the past. Sex with Tom Danforth has lost the
little sparkle that it once had. Her mind circled once more,
taking in Tom's heaving flanks, her own firm, rounded
asscheeks; pink, puckered anus, involuntarily contracting;
round tits flattened against her chest by her husbands
weight, blonde hair framing her oval face, then it returned
to its' rightful place.
Greg! Oh, Greg, she thought, come to me! I need you.
She could see her brother as he was that day, younger, but
with a full grown manhood. He lay naked on his bed, legs
apart. His hand slowly caressing his heavy cock, bringing it
to life. She saw herself watching from the closet - a
childish impulse - her sister, Jan, gripping her arm tightly.
She could 'see' the strange heat begin in her cunny; in
Jan's. She could 'see' it spread upward through their young
bodies.
Greg gripped his cock tightly. He couldn't quite fit
his hand around the whole, throbbing shaft. His prick
mesmerized them. It was the first real cock either of them
had seen; long, thick, and meaty, with a heavy ballsac
drooping between his legs. Marcia watched him stroke the
shaft; gaining speed. Each stroke seem to send an electric
shock through her cunny. She pressed her mound, hot, sticky
juice began to flow and wet her pants.
"Look," Jan whispered, look! It's so big!"
"Quiet," Marcia hissed, "he'll hear you."
Straining to get a better view, the girls turned towards
each other; young bodies; budding breasts, pressing against
each other. They were breathing hard. Each had a hand
pressed hard against their virginal pussies trying to
intensify this new thrill. Without conscious thought their
hands began small explorations of each other: stomach, hips,
breast, thigh. Breast and thigh! They heard Greg moan,
watched his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged shaft;
saw the veins bulge, the purple head. Fingers slipped
beneath elastic panty-bands: searching, finding. A blinding
flash erupted before Marcia's eyes as Jan found one special
spot. Her legs went weak. Frantically, she sought the some
spot on her sister; felt Jan's teeth sink painfully into her
shoulder when she found it. She sucked her breath in, but
made no sound. Fingers moved without finesse, roughly.
Pleasure came in waves. Greg's cock seemed to fill her
vision. She could see it! She could feel it! It filled her
up!
"Oh, God," she screamed, "that's it! Yes, fuck me.
Fuck me! Make me come!"
"Oh, shit, Marcia, oh, shit . . . baby, you're so hot.
I love it. I love it. Cum for me. Cum for Tom!"
Her mind reached for Greg's cock, her sister's hand;
felt the enormous wave carry her up and over.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGG . . . I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmm."
Her legs wrapped tight around Tom's back; fingers dug
into his flesh. He yelled his pain and pleasure as his cock
erupted hotly in his wife's, now juicy, box. His breath was
harsh with exertion. "Christ, Marcia . . . you're a hot
bitch."
She smiled shyly, "You're just a great lover, honey,"
she lied. They lay side by side, touching lightly, letting
their breathing return to normal. The forbidden fantasy was
pushed back, deep into her mind.
"You don't mind me going to my Mom and Dad's anniversary
alone, do you, honey?"
"Naw, I'm just sorry I have so much work; just can't
break free now." And I'm looking forward to putting the make
on that redheaded secretary, he thought.
Marcia's play-acting, and her sexual fantasy, had made
Tom Danforth think he was an A-number-one stud. She didn't
hear his answer, or see the look in his eye; not that it
would have mattered, she could only think that for a whole
weekend she would be free; at home, with her family, away
from her boring husband. And Greg would be there.
*************
"Are you going to pack tonight or tomorrow morning,"
Bobby Brady asked his sister, Cindy.
"Tomorrow."
"Why don't you do it tonight. With all your junk we'll
get a late start in the morning."
"I don't have that much, and it's only for the weekend."
"The Normandy Invasion didn't have as much stuff as you
pack for a weekend."
"The what?"
"Forget it. Try to pack tonight, willya."
Cindy Brady stretched, arching her back; her large
cherry-tipped breasts standing proud. Bobby cupped the left
beauty and took the nipple in his mouth.
"Ooooooo, Bobby," Cindy cooed, putting her arms around
him, "Is this my wake up call?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, "your obscene wake up call."
"I don't think it's obscene."
Gently, she pushed him back, "How are we going to make
it through a whole weekend?"
He shrugged, "Who says we have to do without? It never
stopped us before."
Cindy smiled at the memory. She and Bobby had started
playing "doctor" at nine and ten, began playing "almost" - a
popular teenage game - at twelve and thirteen, and started
fucking in their early teens. They hadn't stopped since,
even while dating and having sex with others. They always
had each other.
"But we always had places to go then. This weekend
we'll be stuck at home with everybody."
Bobby smiled and cupped her melon breast, "We'll just
have to find a way. We always did."
She returned his smile and pecked him lightly. "Anyway,
it'll be good to see the guys again. It's been so long."
"Yeah, it'll give the poor bastards a chance to make
cow eyes at each other again."
"Don't make fun of them. They just weren't as lucky as
us." Cindy felt a sudden loss as he released her tit and
laid back on the bed.
"I know, I just feel sorry for the guys."
"Feel sorry for Marcia and Jan; they're the ones who've
done without." Cindy leaned back and remembered how each of
the girls, her and her sisters, Marcia and Jan, had selected
a personal 'brother' of their own. That they selected the
brother closest to their own age did nothing to reduce the
romance involved in the process. She was sorry that their
relationships hadn't fared as well as hers and Bobby's.
"Do you think they ever played 'Almost'?"
"Well, I know Jan and Peter did, at least once. I saw
them going '69'; but I don't think Greg and Marcia ever did
anything more then play 'Doctor'; and that was when they
were real young."
Bobby grinned. "Greg had a pair of Marcias' dirty
panties; he used to jerk-off while smelling them."
Cindy couldn't help but laugh. "Greg has a beautiful
prick."
He arched an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically. She
shrugged. "All the Brady men have beautiful cocks. I even
saw Daddy's once."
"And all the Brady women have real blonde pussies," he
said, grinning at her, "You weren't the only one who peeked."
"Would you fuck Marcia or Jan?"
"That's a silly question," he said as a lewd picture of
his sisters flashed through his mind.
"I'd fuck Greg or Peter, if I had the chance."
"Girl, you'd fuck a nigger!"
She giggled. "I have."
Bobby pulled her to him, flattening her tits against
his chest. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her
firm, young ass. "Talk dirty some more. It turns me on."
She gripped his semi-erect cock. "I know what really
turns you on, dear brother!" Pantherlike, she shifted
positions, placing her blonde muff inches from his face. Her
hand squeezed his prickhead, and her tongue flicked wetly
across its crown. He sighed as the warm, moist oval of her
mouth engulf him, felt her jump as he stabbed her cunt with
his tongue. As they began to pass into the world of self-
pleasure, each had a stray thought: that it was a shame their
brothers and sisters only dreamed about what they, in fact,
had. Then they past beyond the pleasure portal and their
thoughts were only of themselves.
***************
"Good Afternoon, Miss Parsons," Peter Brady said
formally.
"Mr. Brady." Lucy Parsons turned to her secretary,
"Thank you, Pam, that'll be all. And hold my calls, please.
Mr. Brady and I have to review his pending cases."
Peter and Lucy Parsons smiled at the secretary as she
left the office. Peter appreciated her long legs and her
good-looking ass. One of these days, he thought. Lucy
watched him appraise the girl, and she smiled. Horniness was
one of Peters' endearing qualities.
"Well, Mr. Brady, do you have your portfolio available?"
Peter turned and gave her his best smile. She could
feel his attraction all the way down in her crotch.
"Actually, Miss Parsons, I didn't come prepared to
review my cases, I came to ask a favor."
The older woman appraised the young lawyer in front of
her: dark, curly hair, square chin, dazzling smile, good
body - very good body. At forty-five, Lucy Parsons was still
an attractive woman, dressed somewhat severe, as proscribed
by her position as a full partner in one of the best law
firms on the West Coast. The clothes hid a full, womanly
figure, still firm, still desirable, still in need.
"And the favor, Mr. Brady?"
"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this
weekend, and they're planning a reunion of the clan. I'd
like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright
with you, of course."
Miss Parsons came around her desk and stood close to
Peter. He caught a flash of thigh as her skirt flap parted.
He could smell her: fresh and clean; no heavy perfume for
the boss lady. "This must be a first. A new lawyer showing
consideration for the firm," she said.
"Isn't that the way it's done?"
"Not usually. Young lawyers are fairly arrogant, and
favors always come with a pay back."
"I'm just asking for a day off."
She smiled at him, the way a cat smiles at a mouse.
"Everything has its' price, Mr. Brady." She leaned back
against the desk, arms back, legs apart, skirt taut; the slit
wide, nylon clad thighs showing.
"What's the price of a day off, Miss Parsons?"
She came at him like a shot. Her arms gripped him
tightly, her lips covered his - hard; her tongue searched
for its mate, found it and entwined. He felt her body mold
to his; seeking; in need. His hands found her breast and her
tight ass. Pulling her to his groin, he ground his dick into
her crotch.
"Damn you,' she hissed, damn you. I missed you last
night." Her voice was thick with emotion, her movements
frantic. She grabbed his erection through his pants and
squeezed.
"Ow! Why the hell are you mad at me? You're the one
who had to go to that shitty recital." He kissed her eyes,
her nose, her lips. His tongue traced a wet course down her
neck into the cleavage of her silk blouse.
"Corporate duty," she said, hoarsely.
"Fuck Corporate duty. I want you! Is the door locked?"
"I don't care, just fuck me. Here! Now! On the desk!"
she said as lust caused her to lose her sense of convention.
The possibility of discovery actually added to her
excitement.
He pushed her back against the desk until she was forced
to put her arms back to keep her balance. He grabbed her
legs and pulled them up. Lucy Parsons wore no panties; her
thick, black thatch sparkled with her flowing cunt juices.
With a practiced hand, he unzipped his pants, releasing his
engorged cock, and with a sure stroke, parted her cuntlips
and roughly sank his throbbing shaft in her hot, cum-slick
box. The shock of penetration sucked the breath from her
lungs. Her mouth was open, as to yell, but no sound came.
Her eyes glazed and her body convulsed as the first spasm of
orgasm rushed over her body. Lucy's arms went around his
neck, her legs around his ass, in a desperate attempt to
force his cock as deep as possible. She felt the desk bite
sharply into her asscheeks.
"Aaaaag . . . Oh, Christ, yes, yes . . . fuck me,
Peter," she hissed in his ear, "stick it deep!"
Peter obliged and began moving his thick, cum slick
cock in and out of his boss with a purpose. He forced her
legs up against his shoulders, and she moaned, half in pain,
as her body strained against the awkward position, but it
gave deeper entry into her cunt, and she sighed in pleasure
as the extra meat filled her up. "Oh, yes," she panted,
"Give me your cock! I'm dying for it."
"Com'on, Boss Lady, fuck me back, Com'on, fuck!"
"Peter . . . Peter . . . oh, Christ, I'm gonna cum
again. I can't hold back."
"Cum for me, baby, cum for me."
"Yes, yes, yesssssssss . . . ughhhhhhhhh! Cummin'!
Cummmmmmmmm." Her voice was a rasp.
Peter dug his fingers into her ass, unable to hold back
the violent eruption in his balls. His hot jism spurted deep
into Lucy's sopping pussy, mixing with her own juices;
overflowing her cunt. She could feel its hot path down her
asscrack. Peter's legs trembled, his body heaved with sexual
aftershock, as he tried to control his breath. Slowly, he
began to pull his still rigid dick from her steaming cunt.
Her legs fell to the floor heavily. "Oh, God, that was so
good," she said. Sliding to her knees she began licking his
cock clean, heedless of her own dripping pussy; cum juice
spotting her expensive rug. Her tongue swirled around his
deflating member, searching for stray droplets of mixed cum.
One hand cupped his large balls while the other milked the
last vestige of their passion from his purple cockhead.
"I guess this means that I have the day off," Peter
laughed.
As he left Lucy Parson's office, her secretary smiled a
knowing smile at him. "I guess I'll be seeing more of you,
won't I, Mr. Brady?" Peter smiled his best smile at her.
"That's my intention, darlin'. Yes sir, that's my
intention."
**************
It was one of those rare California days: sunny,
clear, and smog free. On top of that, the Coast Road was
virtually deserted of traffic. To Jan Brady, this was
frosting on the cake. She handled the convertible easily,
confidently. The wind whipped her blonde ponytail around,
and she brushed a stray wisp of hair from her full lips. The
morning sun warmed her face and body. Like a kid out of
school, she revelled in it, impulsively unzipping her demin
jacket and skirt. She wore no bra.
The racing wind hardened the nipples on her full 37
inch breasts; flipped her jacket open, exposing her left
tit. A horn blast made her laugh. Eat your heart out, she
thought, with a smile. Jan was proud of her superstructure,
the best of all the Brady girls, and her slender frame served
to accent them even more. They were full, firm, and big
nippled; perfectly round and jutting. She worked hard at
keeping them that way.
Going into one of the never ending curves, the sun
found her tan thighs. It was warm, sensuous; like a lovers'
caress, and she opened her legs wider to receive it. She
tugged the skirt's zipper further up and was rewarded with a
hot sunbeam directly on her snatch. She allowed the heat to
flow through her body, to penetrate her being. Her hand
idly played with the blonde pubic hair protruding from her
minuscule panty. She felt on top of the world - for a
change. Another horn blasted the air. She heard the squeal
of tires and she giggled.
Jan was glad to be going home. She needed something,
but wasn't sure what it was. She just knew that whatever it
was, she would find it among her brothers and sisters. An
unnamed feeling had been gnawing at her for days, ever since
her Mother had told her about the anniversary reunion. If
she was honest with herself, she could have put a name to
the feeling; the need. But convention refused to allow her
to consciously form the thought. Only her subconscious, and
her fantasies gave her a hint of what she really wanted.
But she didn't acknowledge her subconscious, and her
fantasies she kept to herself.
She pressed the accelerator down and the car surged
forward. Jan Brady was in a hurry.
***********
When the young Flight Attendant bent over to assist an
elderly passenger, her skirt tightened across her ass. It
was a very nice ass, Greg Brady thought, as he watched from
two rows back. It had a familiar look about it; an ass that
he knew - and liked. He had this almost uncontrollable urge
to reach out and pat it; so much so that he deliberately
crossed his arms to avoid a reflex action. He watched the
well shaped derriere sway from side to side. The more he
looked, the more he was sure he knew that ass from somewhere,
but Flight Attendants weren't a part of his background.
Nurses - well, that was another story - he knew intimately.
Where did he know that ass from?
The Flight Attendant stood up and straightened her skirt
out, effectively hiding the heart shaped mounds. But Greg
had her contours memorized. He searched his mind, taking in
the girl's long legs as he did. Impulsively, he rang the
CALL button. Young, mid-twenties; blonde - on the darker
side, good smile, good teeth, small, but well shaped bust.
Marcia!
Damn, he thought, Marcia! Always at the edge of his
thoughts. Before he could pursue the psychological aspects
of this, the Flight Attendant interrupted him. "Yes, Doctor,
can I get you something?" It was amazing how quickly they
picked up on titles.
"Er...yes, another Scotch, please."
"Right away, Doctor," she said, giving Greg her best
airline smile. He watched her walk away. Was it his
imagination, or was the sway of her hips more pronounced?
Marcia walked like that. Heat filled his loins, like it
always did when he thought about his sister. She was part of
a fantasy world that he kept safely hidden away; only to be
examined in the dark of the night. He knew he shouldn't feel
this way; knew that he should have outgrown this fixation,
but he couldn't put it down. It was unfinished business.
He watched the Flight Attendant bring his drink, and
crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. He felt
silly. Marcia was married. He hadn't seen her in almost
three years. And the last time he had been really close to
her had been back in high school. God, how long ago was
that? Yet, here he was, years and bocou women later, still
getting aroused over something that never was. Maybe, he
thought, seeing her now will, finally, dispel this silly
urge. Maybe. But he wasn't really sure.
***************
The arrival of the Brady kids was a well orchestrated
drill conducted by Carol Brady. Moments after Jan pulled
into the long, circular driveway, Cindy and Bobby Brady
arrived from college. Cindy had managed to reduce her
weekend requirements to three suitcases and a large floppy
handbag.
Carol had arranged to have Marcia, Peter, and Greg
arrive at the airport within minutes of each other,
instructing them to meet in the baggage claim area. But
even the best laid plans can not cope with a delayed flight.
In this case, two delayed flights; Greg's and Peter's.
Marcia arrived on schedule and, finding her brothers delayed,
took a cab home. The delay gave the Brady Bunch the
opportunity to have two reunions, one more boisterous
than the other. If Mike or Carol Brady noticed the intensity
of the greeting between their four oldest children, they
didn't let on; but it didn't go totally unnoticed. Cindy and
Bobby saw it and gave each other a knowing look.
Actually, the senior Bradys were rather busy admiring
the physical qualities of their opposite offspring, and so
wrapped up in trying to touch various pieces of anatomies;
that certain peculiarities went unseen.
"Boy," Jan Brady said, "this place hasn't changed a
bit." The girls were up in their former bedroom, finally
alone together.
"We did have some doings here, didn't we? Marcia said.
"Yeah," Cindy answered, "A lot of sticky finger
action."
"Cindy! Don't be crude."
"Crude? Me? Hell, I'm not the one who almost gave
Greg a tonsillectomy just now, big sister."
Jan laughed.
"You too, Jan. I thought you'd climb in Peter's pants,
you were so close. I saw you grind your hips."
"I did not!"
"Bull! I'll bet your panties are drenched, Jan. Yours
too, Marcia."
"What the hell are you, Cindy, some moralist, or
something?" Jan stood in front of her sister; infuriated and
somewhat embarrassed. She hadn't meant for anyone to see
her grind herself against Peter's body. She didn't want to
share the look on Peter's face with anyone, either.
Cindy shook her blonde head. "No way. I just think
it's a shame the way you guys drool and don't do anything
about it."
"What's that suppose to mean? Marcia asked. She was
almost as mad as her sister.
"Com'on. You two have had the hots for those guys
since you were kids. Do something about it."
"And what would that be, Miss Smartass?"
"Get real, Marcia. Fuck them! That's what you want!"
"Cindy! They're our brothers!"
Cindy looked at her sisters and shook her head sadly.
"Only on paper. I certainly didn't let that stop me."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Jan asked, sensing what
Cindy would answer.
"I learned from your mistakes. Bobby and I have been
fucking for years . . . and I've never regretted it for a
second. He's what I wanted, and he's what I got. What do
you guys have?"
The room was suddenly quiet as the sisters looked at
each other intently, and somewhat abashed. Out of the mouth
of babes, Jan thought.
"Well," Marcia stared slowly, "it's never been a secret
that I've been . . . fond of Greg. But you're talking about
incest."
"Incest is when you fuck a blood relative, not an
adopted one."
"Just suppose . . . you're right, Cindy," Jan said,
"just how do you think this grand seduction would take
place?"
Cindy threw up her hands. "That's your problem, guys.
Think of something. It's going to be a long weekend."
Jan and Marcia Brady looked at each other for a long
time, each with their own thoughts, each with the same
thought. Carol Brady had to call her daughter twice before
they answered her.
***
It was almost 11PM when Greg came back from the
airport. Peter was in the kitchen eating a chicken leg when
he came in. "Did they get out alright?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just the usual airport bullshit. Mom looked on
the verge of tears, and the old man was still so pissed he
couldn't talk properly."
"Can you blame them? That bastard really has his
nerve?
"Well, that's the way of the business world. It's
over, lets forget it." Greg went to the refrigerator and got
a beer. His brother, Bobby, walked in, hair tousled, and
wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
"Hey," he said, "What happened?"
"Shit, Bobby, go put some clothes on. What if one of
the girls walked in," Peter said.
"Listen to the Reverend Mr. Brady. Nothing here the
girls haven't seen before. How'd it go, Greg?"
Greg really didn't want to repeat himself. The truth
was that he was almost as mad as his Father. John Scivone,
president of Scivone Construction, had called earlier in the
evening and demanded that Mike Brady fly to Sacremento to
oversee a design problem with the new office plaza he was
building. Mike Brady had been the principle architect of the
project. To make matters worse, Scivone had demanded that
Carol Brady come too, since it was her Real Estate firm that
had recommended Mike for the job. The telephone conversation
between the Bradys and Scivone had been loud and heated, but
in the end Scivone had had his way. The senior Bradys would
spend their 20th anniversary at a construction site, almost a
thousands miles away from their family, and the reunion they
had planned. Everytime Greg remembered the tears in his
Mother's eyes he got mad. That bastard, Scivone, had ruined
all their plans. He hoped his fucking building fell on his
head.
Cindy and Marcia entered the kitchen together. Marcia
wore a white silk robe that accented her lush body, but
effective hid everything from sight. Cindy wore a babydoll
set of pajamas and her nipples were clearly visible through
the thin material. Bobby saw the look in each of his
brothers' eyes. He noticed that Peter didn't tell Cindy to
go and put on more clothes. To forestall additional
questions, Greg gave a quick answer to the questions he knew
they were going to ask. As he finished, Jan walked in.
"Wow," Peter said, "Lord love a duck, look at you!"
Jan smiled sweetly. She had dressed just for such a
reaction. She wore a black silk and lace peiqnoir set,
designed to show more than it hid.
"I'll second that motion," Greg said. His cock had
twitched when he saw her.
Jan turned around slowly. Giving them all a good view.
"Thank you, kind sirs. Just something I threw on."
Peter turned quickly to the refrigerator. He didn't
want anyone to see the bulge in his pants. "Anyone want
something to eat?" he asked.
"Yes. Bring it out," Marcia said, "We might as well
eat something." Scivone's call had made a shambles of dinner
too.
"Nothing for me," Bobby said, standing up from the
kitchen table, "I'm going to go browse."
"My God, Bobby!" Marcia exclaimed. She could feel her
face becoming flushed.
"Look at the well dressed MBA man," Jan said. Cindy
just laughed. Even in boxer shorts the outline of his heavy
prick was visible. He made a half-hearted body-building
pose. "Gets to you, doesn't it; my manly features?"
Jan had actually been surprised, her eyes wide. Marcia
was a bright shade of red and couldn't stop looking, even
though she wanted to. Walking out the door, Bobby whipped
his shorts down and mooned his brothers and sisters. The
ensuing laughter dissolved the nervous tension that had been
building up. When he finally stopped laughing, Greg joined
Peter and the girls at the table. It was safer.
"You know, Pete. We are two very unlucky guys."
Peter looked at him quizzically.
"We are. The best looking girls in the State turn out
to be out sisters. How unlucky can you get?"
"Hear, hear," Peter said.
Marcia leaned over and patted his cheek. The movement
opened her robe and gave him a spectacular view of her tits.
He could just make out the top of her exposed nipples. He
had to squeeze his legs together. "You poor baby. Only your
young nurses to keep the lonely doctor company."
"Ouch. Cheap shot, Marcia."
And they all laughed. Jan leaned her body closer to
Peter, and rested her head on his shoulder. "With the
anniversary party shot to hell," she said, "what are we going
to do this weekend?"
"I don't know about you guys," Cindy said, leaning
forward on her elbows "but I know what I'm going to do."
She smiled mysteriously. Marcia slapped her arm forcing her
to sit upright. Bending forward, her healthy chest had been
almost completely exposed to her brothers wide-eyed view.
Peter slouched in his chair, put his head in his hand and
groaned. Cindy giggled. Bobby burst into the room.
"Hey!" he yelled. "You gotta see this. It'll blow your
mind. Com'on, com'on. Move."
"What the hell's with you, Bob?"
"Pete, move your ass. This is the greatest. You have
to see it. Com'on, all of you." He tore out of the kitchen
as quickly as he had come in. The others shrugged their
shoulders, got up and followed him. He was in the living
room, setting up the VCR.
"What the hell are we going to do? Watch an old movie?"
Peter asked, "Did you find the original Dracula or some-
thing?"
Bobby turned around. He really was hyped. "Just settle
down folks," he said, waving his arms, "Let me set the stage
here. This is gonna knock your socks off." He had their
undivided attention. "Mike Brady married Carol Cummings,
right? Right!" he answered himself. "John Cummings, Mom's
brother, married Mary Brady, Dad's sister. Big family joke,
right? Well, we all know how close the Brady's are, right?"
"Oh, get on with it," Marcia said.
"Well, I'm about to show you just how close the Brady
family really is. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, The
Brady's and their Friends. Turn out the lights, Cindy," he
said, turning and punching the PLAY button. The tape in the
VCR whirred and the TV screen flickered and flared. The
picture suddenly came into focus. "Hey, that's Mom and Dad's
bedroom," Marcia said.
"Quiet, watch this," Bobby ordered.
"What the hell . . .?"
The camera panned the Brady's large master bedroom.
Three women came into view. They were wearing trenchcoats
and sunglasses. Two were white. One was black.
"That's Mom and Aunt Mary. Who's the Black lady?"
"Hush, Cindy," Jan said, suddendly intrigued at the
strange sight. The women pranced around, coquettishly;
striking various model-type poses. Marcia giggled and
someone hissed at her. "I can't help it. They look so
silly," she said.
Facing the camera, the women nodded at each other, and
laughing threw open their coats. They were naked, except for
high heel shoes.
"Holy shit!"
"Look at them. They're naked!"
"What the hell's going on, Bobby?"
"Shut up!" Bobby yelled.
Eyes wide, mouths agape, the Brady kids watched in
shocked fascination as the video unfolded. The very
attractive black woman stepped between Carol and Mary. She
had an hourglass figure and large breasts, with hard extended
nipples. Her body glistened and her color was in sharp
contrast to the white sisters-in-law. Arms went around each
other, with the Black finding a tit of each woman. Lovingly,
she rolled their cherry-red nipples between her fingers, and
faces glowed with heightened excitement.
The Bradys heard their Mother moan softly. Then the
women came together; Mary Cummings and the Black stranger
embraced, their mouths joined, hands roamed, bodies rubbing.
Fingers found hairy mounds and started to move rapidly. They
made mewing sounds.
With tight chests and pounding hearts, the Brady
children stared in rapt fascination as Carol Brady undulated
her body against the back of the Black woman, sandwiching
her. The nipples of her tits traced wild, zigzag patterns on
the satiny skin while her pelvis ground against the Black
woman's buttocks.
Marcia Brady's breathing was ragged and shaky. She and
her sister, Jan, had explored each others body, but never to
this extent. She had fantasized about making love to
another woman, but had done nothing about it. Now, here was
her Mother and Aunt actually doing what she had only dreamt
about.
Greg realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he
closed it with a snap. The video was sending conflicting
signals to his brain: anger, on one hand; voyeuristic
pleasure, on the other. His subconscious registered the
women's bodies, and he was aroused by what he saw. He was
being turned on by his own Mother! He looked around quickly.
So were his brothers.
Two naked men entered their view and embraced the three
squirming women. The Black man they didn't know. The
naked, white man, was their uncle, John Cummings; their
Mother's brother! Uncle John took the Black woman and his
wife out of the picture. The camera stayed on Carol Brady
and the Black man. He was very tall; towering over the
petite woman and his erection was huge; thick and heavily
ridged, the pale cockhead a startling contrast to his rich,
dark color. He stood behind Carol and cupped her tits, his
thumbs flicking her hardened nipples; his rigid cock tight
against the small of her back. It almost reached her
shoulder blades.
Cindy Brady sucked in her breath, and chewed on her lips
roughly. She was no longer watching her Mother, in some sort
of interracial orgy, she was in an erotic fantasy, and her
focus was now on this stranger's monstrous cock. Her hand
had sneaked into her pajamas, and her finger was gently
playing with her clitoris. She was very wet.
The Black man spun Carol around and squeezed her tight
to him, actually holding her off the floor. She squirmed
against him, eager for his embrace. Her legs went around his
waist, and her hips moved lewdly. His cock, plainly visible,
prodded her hairy slit.
The Brady's heard their Mother tell the stranger to
stick it in her. Her voice was rough and hoarse. Jan
Brady's hands covered her mouth. She was on the verge of
screaming; not vindictive, but her frustration, her desire.
The walls of convention, surrounding her, were crumbling.
She pressed her back to Peter's body transmitting her
excitement to him.
The camera followed, giving full view of their Mother's
desire, her lust. They saw the huge black prickhead part
the lips of her pink and juicy pussy; saw it press pass the
tight opening, stretching it. They heard her moans, her
cries; saw her contorted face, flushed with passion, as she
screwed her pussy down on the thick, black fuckpole.
Marcia sought the protection of Greg's arms. She
wanted to hide, not from what she was viewing, but from her
own arousal. Greg felt the fullness of her tits against him,
smelled her wonderful fragrance. Their fantasies of each
other began to merge.
Carol Brady was laying on her side getting fucked,
sidesaddle, by the Black. Her left leg stood almost
straight up giving the camera a spectacular shot of his
ebony cock, slick with cum juice, driving deep into her
body. Cindy couldn't believe such a small woman could take
such a prick. She was proud and jealous, at the same time.
The camera jiggled, and the scene abruptly changed. The
Black woman, facing the camera, was straddling John Cummings;
his long white cock buried in her hole, and she was sucking
their Father's prick. Any thought that they were watching
only their Mother's indiscretion was quickly dispelled. This
definitely was a family affair.
Mike Brady gestured at the camera. It jiggled, the
picture jumped, then settled down. Mary Cummings, nee
Brady, ran to her brother, dropped to her knees and began to
suck his cock with relish. Her bobbing head frequently
blocked the camera's view.
Carol and her black lover came back into view. Cum
spots could be seen on her body, and a tinge of white pussy
cream still clung to her pubic hair. Her body glowed. The
Black man walked to the camera, his flaccid cock hanging
down. Even limp, it was impressive. Then Carol knelt in
front of the Black woman, like a supplicant. Her brother's
rod was jammed, full length, in her black hole; only his
heavy balls, bouncing erratically, showed. Carol stared to
lick them. John's movements became frantic. The suction of
the black cunt, and his sister's licking was too much for
him. He started to shoot his load. Carol, roughly, pulled
his cock out of the woman's churning cunt. His cum juice
splashed her face before she could get his pulsating prick in
her mouth. The camera, handheld now, came in for a close up.
Carol Brady's eyes were bright, but smiling, as she expertly
sucked John's cock dry. It panned to their Father. Mike's
eyes were closed and his chest heaved. His sister's face
was splattered with dripping cum. Her fingers caught the
running droplets, and licked each finger clean. The Black
woman joined them and helped each woman clean her brother's
cock.
Movement caught Greg's eye. He turned and nudged
Marcia. Cindy had turned around on the couch, her ass stuck
up in the air and she was vigorously sucking Bobby's prick.
"Greg . . .?" His lips were soft against hers; his hand
cupped her breast. Her chest felt like it was caught in a
vice. She could hardly breathe. They left the room quietly.
The video still played. On the screen, Mike and John
were busy fucking their own sisters. The Black woman hovered
near, giving encouragement to each couple. It registered on
the others, but didn't penetrate, that Greg and Marcia were
no longer in the room.
Marcia's blonde cunt squished from the amount of cum
juice in it, hers and Gregs'. She had lost count of the
times she had climaxed, as her fantasies became reality.
And Greg was, yet again, humping her, this time doggie-style,
his cock still hard, even after several cums.
When they had reached the bedroom, they did not make
love, they made war! There was no foreplay, no preamble.
She had just wanted his cock in her! She wanted it to
stretch her, fill her; never leave her demanding body. Greg
must have felt the same way; as if all the years of
frustration had to be purged immediately. He was relentless,
almost ruthless in his fucking. It was practically a rape,
but Marcia didn't care. Her desires and frustrations matched
her brother's; her need, as powerful. Her nails and teeth
had left their marks as they vented their anger, and
dissolved their frustrations.
Greg's hands bit harshly into her upturned asscheeks,
his hips frantically slapped against her butt. She reached
behind and felt his balls, still heavy with cum. "Oh, Greg.
Cum for me!" she cried.
His strokes were long and hard. Each forward thrust
sucked her cuntlips in and forced her face deeper into the
pillow. He began to hump faster. Marcia moaned as pain and
pleasure mixed together. "Shit! I gotta cum, Marcia . . .I
gotta . . . can't hold back."
"Cum, Greg, oh, please cum . . . yes, yes, hurt me. Oh,
Greg, cum in my mouth . . . let me taste it . . . please cum
in my mouth." His body stiffened and she scramble to turn
around. She wasn't fast enough.
"Aaaaaaaggggggg!" His voice choked as his control
broke and reason left him. His cum splashed her face, her
hair, and her tits, before she could get her hand around his
erupting cock and direct it into her mouth. He was shooting
by the cupful. Her mouth filled and she swallowed
automatically, hardly tasting its thick, salty mixture. She
swallowed again and again. His body was shaking with
uncontrollable tremors. Marcia held his ass, tightly, and
continued to suck his thick cock clean. Thick white cum
dribbled down her chin. Finally, his shaking began to
subside. With weak legs he collapsed on the bed, taking
Marcia with him. "Oh, God, that was good," he said.
"Uhmmmm. Yeah, we waited long enough. Stupid us! Do
you think the other guys are doing the same thing?"
Greg laughed. "Does a bear shit in the woods?"
Marcia rolled over on her stomach, her full tits rested
on her brother's arm. Her body still glowed from their
vigorous fucking. "Ooh, my pussy's sore. A good sore,
though. Greg? What do you think about all this? I mean,
the film; Mom and Dad? Those people? Us?"
"I don't really know yet," he shrugged. "Maybe the
Brady's are just a horny bunch and don't give a shit about
everyday morality.
"Whatever happened with the folks and Uncle John and
Aunt Mary must be recent; like they discovered something
they've been missing. I can't remember anything strange
when we were kids, can you?"
"No, I can't. Maybe they were like us, when we were
kids; having the hots for their brothers and sisters and
never doing anything about it."
"Jan and I used to hide in that closet and watch you
jerk off," Marcia said, with a giggle. "We would finger
each other like crazy. God, we were horny. We always
wanted you and Peter. Did you know that Cindy and Bobby have
been fucking since they were kids? She told us last night;
said she learned from our mistakes."
"I'm not surprised; not from the way she was sucking
his cock last night. Wish I had been smarter, and gotten
into your pants when we were kids."
"When my husband fucks me, I dream about you; that
you're the one doing it to me. It's the only way I can
cum." They linked eyes and looked at each other closely.
"Then you don't think we did anything wrong either.
And this isn't going to be a one shot deal."
She fingered his now flaccid prick. "Not after last
night. Not after what we saw Mom and Dad do. I want it all,
Greg."
"Me too," he said, and kissed her softly.
"Oh, Christ. I'm squishing like a wet dish rag. I
didn't think one person had that much juice in them. I have
to take a shower."
"You weren't so bad yourself. Com'on, I'll wash your
back."
"Bullshit! That cock is getting hard again. You'll
drown me. Stay here a minute and rest. Let me make myself
presentable, then come in."
Greg stretched and yawned. His body was sore in a
hundred places; his back raked by Marcia's nails; angry
welts on his shoulders from her teeth. He couldn't remember
when he felt better.
"Well, look what we have here." Jan stood in the
doorway, resting an arm on the jam. She was naked.
Jan stood in the doorway and smiled at her brother's
automatic reflex to cover up. "It's a little late for that,
Greg. I peeked. Where's Marcia?"
Greg gestured towards the bathroom. From the look in
his eyes, she knew that he was appraising her naked body;
comparing it to her sister's. She knew that the comparison
would be favorable. Marcia was taller, more lithe. She knew
that her smaller frame and larger chest gave her a more
sensuous appearance. A sex machine! She liked that
description.
Despite himself, Greg had gotten an semi-erection. His
cock was making a small tent out of the sheet he had hastily
tossed over his lower body. He couldn't help it. Jan had
that type of body. Her large tits sat upright, cherry-
tipped, on her small chest. Her tiny waist flared into a
perfect hip line leading to good strong legs. A flat stomach
ended at a surprisingly thick reddish blond mound. On top of
everything else, her long blonde hair was in a wild disarray,
giving her a completely wanton look - a real sex machine.
"Eh, where's Pete?"
She walked fluidly to the bed and sat down. Greg noted
the sway of her hips and the puffy lips of her cunt peeking
out through her thick muff. His cock twitched. "He's still
sleeping. I think I fucked him out. How about you?" she
said, nodding to the bathroom.
"Wild," he said, smiling, "absolutely wild."
"No regrets?"
"Only that we waited so long."
Jan ran her fingers up and down her brother's thigh.
She smiled as the bulge became larger. Slowly, she pulled
the sheet off of him, exposing his thick hard-on.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
"Fair's fair, dear brother. I'm giving you a full
shot, aren't I?" Her hand moved softly over his erection,
like a caress; teasing.
"Jan! Marcia's going to be out in a minute."
"Relax, Greg. After what we saw Mom and Dad do, can
you imagine not wanting to share . . . everything. Did you
know Marcia and I watched you jerk off; right from that
closet." Her hand circled his now raging prick, and squeezed
gently.
"Aaah. Oh, wow, I didn't think it would come up again
so fast." She began to stroke him up and down, very slowly;
glancing at the bathroom as she did. "You really have a
beautiful cock, Greg. It's even better now than when we saw
it long ago. I'm glad of that." They heard the shower stop.
"Look, Jan. I don't know what Marcia's going to say
when she comes out. I don't want to fuck this up."
Jan smiled and slid downward on the bed. Her face was
inches from his rampant dickhead. Just seeing her that close
to it made his dick swell up even more. Greg couldn't
believe it; after a night of the wildest fucking in his life;
when he should be completely dead, he was getting another
enormous hard-on. And his sister was responsible for it.
Both his sisters.
"Don't worry. You'll fuck, but you won't fuck it up.
When I came home, I was looking for something. I thought it
just was Pete. Now, I know I'm just like Mom. I want all
the Brady men," she smiled, and quickly licked the tip of
his cock, "and the Brady women, too." Without warning, she
sucked his cock deep into the warm, moist cavern of her
mouth. Her tongue worked furiously, and her sharp teeth
raked the tender underside of his shaft. Greg gasped and
grabbed fistfuls of her wild hair, forcing her head downward.
"Oh, shit! Jan! That feels so good. Your mouth's
like a fucking furnace."
Jan made little moaning sounds as she worked his shaft
in and out of her oval mouth. She could feel it pulsate as
the tip hit the opening of her throat. Greg tugged at her
shoulders, pulling her slightly forward so he could reach her
beautiful tits. He kneaded them, and rolled the big nipples
between his thumb and finger. He saw her eyes become slitted
with passion. She opened her mouth to moan, and a large
droplet of saliva ran down his prick into his pubic hair.
"Oh, yes, Greg, yes. I love it when you squeeze my
nipples. Ooooooh. Oh, fuck me, Greg. Fuck me!"
Marcia wrapped a towel around her damp hair. The
shower had been invigorating; hot then freezing cold. She
wasn't tired anymore. She smiled at herself in the mirror.
For the first time in her life, she felt like a complete
woman. She knew Greg had fallen asleep when he didn't join
her, which, she thought, was okay, because she knew a
marvelous way to wake the poor dear up. She licked her lips
and opened the bathroom door. She saw them on the bed.
Fucking! Rather, she saw two asses. They were facing away
from her. But she knew who they were. Her Greg! And Jan!
She could see Greg's powerful cock plunging in and out
of her sister's cunt; slick with juicy secretions. Her legs
were wrapped tight around his back, and her hands dug deep
into his asscheeks. She could hear the sounds of their
lovemaking. A wave of jealous anger swept through her,
followed, almost immediately, by a feeling of erotic arousal,
so strong that her legs began to tremble. She had seen her
Mother in almost the same position in the movie, and an
identical feeling had hit her. But that was film. This was
real. She could put out her hand and touch them. She could
even smell them. Smell the sex; the sheer animal vitality
of them. Her breathing had become ragged and warm moisture
ran down her inner thigh - hot cum juice!
Greg drew his cock out of Jan's grasping cunt, almost
to the tip, and with a deep groan plunged it back in
mercilessly. Jan screamed. "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh. Cumin'. . .
cummmmmin' . . . oh, God, I'm cumming! . . . Oh, fuck me,
Greg! Harder! Please, harder! . . . oh, God, oh, God.
Aaaahhhhhhh!" Marcia saw Jan's body go out of control as she
erupted in a major climax. It shook, and trembled wildly;
churning and bucking; trying frantically to hold Greg's cock
captive and make the moment last forever. Her contortion
were too wild for her brother, and he bucked off just as his
prick started to spray his love juice. He splashed her
stomach, her tits, her face, her hair. His throbbing cock
seemed to spurt forever. Cum ran in rivulets down the
crevasses of her body.
Marcia ran to her sister and held her trembling body in
her arms. She slid in Greg' cum. "It's okay, baby. It's
okay. Marcia's here. Easy, sweetheart. Rest!"
Automatically, Jan wrapped her arms around her sister.
They were cheek to cheek, breast to breast, mound to mound.
Greg's cum made them slide against each other. The heat of
their bodies was transmitted. Marcia felt her nipples
become hard and erect. Without being aware of it they began
to rub against each other, lewdly. Their lips found each
other and tongues entwined.
Greg's panting was becoming less severe. His cock,
still half hard, glistened with dripping cum and pussy
juice. His legs were rubbery, and just about kept him
upright. Jan's wild bouncing had pushed him to the other
side of the bed, near his sisters' heads. He watched their
passionate embrace with wonder, then put his cock directly
above their faces - it just seem the thing to do - and let a
last drop of cum juice fall on Marcia's nose. It immediately
ran down to her lips, and he watched in fascination as their
tongues fought to lick it.
"Suck my dick," he said hoarsely, "both of you."
Marcia's struck first; taking all of his semi-soft
prick in her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around the
flaccid meat and began to suck greedily. Jan contented
herself with licking her brother's heavy balls. Neither of
them let go of the others tits while they set about their
new task. The film; the realization of what their parents,
aunt and uncle, were doing had opened a Pandora's box of
sexual need; and once started on their erotic path they had a
demanding desire to taste and feel it all.
"Ahhhh, oooooh. Yeah! That's it! Suck! Yeah, lick
my balls, Jan. Do it, babe. Yes, yes! Suck them!"
Jan had taken half of his heavy sac in her mouth and
was sucking gently on his testicle. Each sudden movement
send a wild shiver up his spine. Marcia's educated tongue
coached his cock back to life, his body, again, alive with
electric thrills. Bending over he spread Marcia's legs wide,
dislodging Jan's grip on her tits, and baring her silky
blonde pussymuff. The thick cuntal lips could be seen easily
through the fine hair. He pulled her cuntlips apart, the
meat was pink and pretty. "Oh, sweet pussy. I'm going to
eat you 'til you die!"
With his dick embedded in her mouth; Jan sucking his
balls, Greg began to run his tongue, ever so gently, around
the inner walls of her Marcia's wet pussy. Her clitoris
immediately became distended and he gently nibbled at it.
Marcia jumped and tried to talk, but his cock choked off
the words. She jumped even higher when Jan's tongue joined
her brother's and reveled in the double tongue-fucking; on
gentle, one rough. Chills and shivers attacked her body
as her sensory system registered thrill after thrill. Each
new sensation slammed her hips against their faces as brother
and sister fought to give her the cum of her life. She
squeezed Greg's ass as hard as she could, desperately holding
on as her climax built to a crescendo. Strangling and
gasping for breath she spit his cock out and screamed her
passion loudly. "Aggggggggg! . . . Ughhhhhhhhhh! . . .
Ahhhhhhhhh! . . Oh, Jan, stop . . . for Christ sake . . .
stop . . . I'm dying. No more, please, no more. I can't
take it. Oh, Greg, give me your cock again . . . hummmmm."
Greg stood up slowly. Marcia was gently sucking at his
purple cockhead. Jan' head was now buried deep between her
sister's thighs; her tongue softly tapering her off. He
pulled away; his cock making a 'plopping' sound when if left
Marcia's mouth. She spread her legs as wide apart as
possible, giving Jan complete access to her most inner being.
The feeling was still there; her sister's tongue slowly
bringing her down from a sexual high never experienced
before. She had been eaten by her brother and her sister -
at the same time! And she had loved it! As Her breathing
slowly returned to normal she felt a slight chill as she
became conscious of the cool air on her perspiring body.
Jan looked at Marcia and smiled. "Good, wasn't it?"
"Oh, hell. It was better than good. I thought my body
was going to explode . . . I can't really describe it. You
have to experience it yourself."
Jan's smile became broader. "I was hoping you'd say
that. Me next." Marcia's eyes opened in sudden excitement.
"Greg?"
"I'll watch this time. I always wanted to see two
chicks eat each other."
Jan sat against the headboard of the bed, drew her legs
up and spread them wide; her thick reddish-blond muff in
sharp contrast to Marcia's silky blondness. She fondled her
own tits, making the nipples taut and erect. "Com'on, Mar,
eat me! Eat my pussyjuice! Suck Greg's cum out of my dirty
cunt! Eat me!"
The words assailed Marcia's mind. How long ago was it
that she and Jan had fingered each other's pussies, trying
to capture the new sensations that were beginning to make
themselves known? How frequently had she fantasied about
making love to another woman? Now the past had caught up to
the present, and fantasy had become reality. As if it were
the most natural thing in the world, her head dipped between
her sister's legs and she began to lick at her cunt and savor
its musky aroma.
Greg became caught up in the voyeuristic pleasure of
watching. He saw Jan's face contort; her brow crease, her
jaws clinch as each wave of pleasure began to wash over her.
He saw Marcia's head bob rhythmically, and in his mind's eye
he could see her tongue dip in and out of the sopping
pussy of his younger sister. Marcia's lovely ass stuck
straight up in the air; two perfect half moons beckoning to
him. His erection was almost painful.
Marcia felt the pressure on her cuntlips, their sudden
parting, the rough ridges of his prick rubbing the walls of
her vagina. She moaned loudly into her sister's pussy.
"Oh, yeah, Greg. Fuck her cunt!" Jan said when she
felt the sudden extra weight against her. She rubbed her
sister's back, her tits, squeezing them roughly.
Greg's cock was sunk to the shank in Marcia's cunt. He
leaned forward, grabbed Jan's large tits and kissed her
hungrily; his tongue probing deep in her mouth. They were
now completely linked, joined by mouth, pussy, and cock.
Each was transported to another dimension, yet each was with
the other. When they came, it was in unison; and their
passion, their love could be hear throughout the house.
And they didn't care.