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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike11a Brady Bunch mmf mmff inc nc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 30 Jun 1996 17:46:54 GMT



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BRADY BUNCH: One Big Happy Family

By Uncle Mike


    The two boys sat on their beds in a room decorated with 
model planes and toy cars and one rather worn-out  teddy 
bear. 

    "At least Bobby's away at summer camp, so it's just the 
two of us," Peter said.

    Greg nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But it's worse for me, 
Pete. If Dad hadn't gotten married again, I'd be in my own 
room still. I'm too old to room with you kids. You've got a 
couple of years yet before you can complain."

    "Oh, yeah? Havin' to share my bedroom with my dumb little 
brother and you? And having those girls around the house all 
the time? I wish Dad had just stayed single. Mom would never 
had made us all share one room. Why can't we just buy a 
bigger house? Or build one? He's an architect, isn't he?"

    "But not a pretty good one," Greg said. "What kind of 
architect makes six kids share one bathroom?"

    Peter smiled. "Then I'm glad he's no good. That keyhole is 
the only good thing about having the girls in here."

    "Yeah, you're right. But I'm gettin' too old to whack off just 
watching. I hate having to wait for Marcia or Jan to get out of 
the bathroom again before I can go in and wash off."

    "But what can we do about it?"

    Greg was about to reply when they heard a noise in the 
bathroom. The boys held their breath, straining to hear.  It 
was after 9 in the evening, the girls' turn to use the 
bathroom. Over the last few months they'd gotten used to the 
noises each one made: Cindy, the smallest, always made the 
toilet squeak when she crawled on top, and usually knocked 
over the toothpaste tube at least once. Jan, the middle girl, 
was really quiet; even when she peed, you could hardly hear 
the splash.  They'd already heard Cindy's bumbling and Jan's 
timid "swoosh," but sometimes one of them snuck back in 
before their oldest sister got her chance.

    They heard the clatter of bottles bumping together. That 
had to be Marcia, the oldest. She always wore makeup during 
the day and smeared it off at night. The boys looked at each 
other, huge grins on their faces. "Well, I guess whacking off 
one more night won't hurt," Peter said.

    They tiptoed up to the door and silently played scissors, 
paper, stone to see who went first. Greg won, so he kneeled 
down and put one eye up to the keyhole.

    In the narrow bathroom, Marcia was standing at the sink, 
wearing only a bra and panties, both in demure white. She 
wasn't as big as the women in the Playboys Greg had hidden 
under his bed, but she was big enough to need a bra, at least. 
She was tall for her age, and slim but not skinny: she had 
curves in all the right places. Her long blond hair fell straight 
down onto her shoulders, framing an oval face that was 
pretty enough to have several guys at school asking Greg to 
set them up with his new step-sister. Fat chance, though; 
Marcia was a snooty bitch, Greg thought; she barely talked to 
him, let alone his friends. 

    His train of thought was derailed by Peter's poke from 
behind. "Hey, it's my turn!"

    The boys changed places. Peter knelt before the keyhole 
and slipped his slacks and underpants down to his knees. His 
hand hovered over his cock, but he didn't touch it and it 
stayed soft. "She's not naked yet," he said with a frown. 
Marcia was posing in front of the mirror now, holding her hair 
up in a bun, then pulling it into a ponytail. Finally she let it 
fall back and put her hands behind her back, reaching for the 
snap of her bra.

    Peter was about to start stroking when Greg pushed him 
out of the way. "Time's up," the older boy said.

    As Greg watched, Marcia pulled the bra off and tossed it on 
the toilet tank. Her breasts were even whiter than the rest of 
her creamy body, making her dark nipples and the circles 
around them stand out sharply. Marcia posed in front of the 
mirror again, cupping the tits and pushing them together to 
form cleavage. Greg's cock was out of his pants and he was 
rubbing himself slowly.  He saw Marcia turn away, looking at 
her tits in profile. They stood out nicely from her chest, like 
smoothly rounded hills.

    That was all Greg got to see; Peter pushed in and took up 
the spot at the keyhole. As he watched, Marcia pulled her 
panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Peter had 
one hand on the doorknob and the other on his knob; for a 
second he forgot which was which and rattled the doorknob. 
Marcia looked up quickly, but Peter was quiet. Marcia then 
kicked the panties off. Peter's stroking grew faster as he saw 
the small patch of hair  that bloomed like a flower just above 
her cunt, leaving the the lips fully exposed.

    He saw her pull aside the shower curtain and turn on the 
water, then quickly toss a towel onto the toilet seat and step 
into the shower, drawing the curtain behind her. Greg put a 
hand on Peter's shoulder.

    "There's nothing to see, she's in the shower now," Peter 
said, shrugging off the touch. "Leave me alone, I want to 
finish."

    "Yeah, she's probably standing right in front of the 
keyhole," Greg whispered back. As the boys struggled, Peter's 
hand pushed on the doorknob again. "SSssshhh!" Greg hissed, 
and he put a hand on top of Peter's. Their hands slipped on the 
knob and it twisted; as they pulled away the door began to 
open. Hastily, they eased it closed. "That was close," Peter 
said.

    Then the boys looked straight at each other. And at the 
door. And at each other again. "Didn't she lock the door?" Greg 
asked. "I thought you saw her," Peter said.

MORE IN PART b







