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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.


   Without saying another word, both brothers stripped to the 
skin. As Greg opened the bathroom door, he turned back to 
Peter and whispered very quietly. "Just follow my lead."

    They tiptoed in, taking long strides to reach from one floor 
mat to the next. At the near end of the tub, by the faucets, 
Greg motioned Peter to stop and wait. The older boy continued 
across to the far end of the bathroom,  crawling along the 
floor so Marcia couldn't see his outline through the shower 
curtain. He locked the door to the girls' room, then crept back 
to the end of the tub.

    They could make out a blurry image of Marcia's body 
through the translucent curtain as she soaped herself up, 
rubbing all over. Finally Marcia put the bar of soap down on 
the edge of the tub, just inches away from Greg. As she 
stepped back to rinse, Greg reached out and tipped the soap 
into the tub,  where it fell with a clatter. As Marcia bent 
down to retrieve it, Greg pointed at Peter.

    In a flash, Peter slipped through the shower curtain and 
stepped in behind his step-sister. Marcia straightened up 
with a jerk, but before she could turn around Greg stepped in 
front of her. While she was staring in shock, Peter grabbed 
her from behind, one hand over her mouth and the other around 
her waist.

    Marcia tried to squirm out of his grasp. Peter's hand 
slipped easily on her sleek, soapy skin. Greg managed to take 
hold of her hands, but Marcia continued to struggle. Peter's 
left hand was clapped firmly on her mouth, but his right was 
sliding up and down. When Marcia tried to slump away, his 
hand rubbed across her breast. A jolt went through his body 
as he felt her hard nipple underneath his fingers. Her butt 
was sliding back and forth in his crotch, and he could feel his 
dick growing harder and bigger. The water continued to 
cascade over them. Peter started to lose his grip and she 
pressed forward. Peter tried for a better grasp and found 
himself clutching a handful of curly hair, then his hand 
slipped again and he felt her pussy lips. He moved in closer to 
stop her squirming and his cock settled into the valley of her 
butt. It fit snugly, and the water pouring down quickly 
washed away the soap, allowing the tight squeeze to create 
friction that made Peter's rod bigger and harder. 

    While Peter was struggling, Greg had pulled Marcia's hands 
up above her head and he was trying to kiss her tits.  Marcia 
twisted to one side, allowing the water to hit Greg full in the 
face. He fell back, hitting the back wall of the shower and 
sliding down until he was sitting on the edge of the tub, 
Marcia's hands slipping out of his grasp.

    In that same second, Peter's fingers slipped past the pussy 
lips and popped into Marcia's cunt, hot and soaking wet from 
the shower and their struggle.

    Marcia leaped away in shock, pulling Peter's hand from her 
crotch. But as she landed, her feet began to slip out from 
under her and she fell forward. Greg reached up to catch her 
and she managed to regain her footing, but when Greg grabbed 
her tits in both hands she staggered back, still crouched over 
-- and impaled her cunt on Peter's rigid cock. As Greg's hands 
slid off her tits, Marcia slipped a bit and her head dropped 
down into his lap. She opened her mouth to scream but Greg's 
rock-hard dick slipped in.

    Except for the swoosh of the shower, there was no sound 
or movement for several shocked seconds. Then nature took 
over.

    Peter began to stroke in and out of his step-sister's tight 
cunt, staring in fascination as her pussy lips stretched to 
take him in. The smooth white globes of her ass stared back 
at him. Marcia was still squirming, but that only made the 
feeling better. 

    Greg reached up to take her head in his hands and pushed 
her down onto his cock. He felt the tip slide up her tongue as 
it scraped along the rough top of her mouth. As it hit the back 
of her throat, she recoiled -- slamming Peter's cock through 
her maidenhead. She let out a long, low sigh.

    Greg's dick was still inside her lips, and the vibration of 
her sigh made it thicken even more. He once again took her 
head in his hands, and this time she didn't resist. Forming her 
lips into a pursed "O", she sucked on his rod as she slowly 
knelt down, careful to keep Peter's peter inside her as he 
knelt behind her. With one hand on the tub's bottom for 
balance, Marcia reached up with her right and encircled the 
base of Greg's dick, rubbing up and down the part her lips 
couldn't reach. 

    Peter returned to his stroking as well, now able to push all 
the way inside her hot tunnel. Soon the three fell into a 
rhythm, with Marcia first heaving back onto Peter's cock and 
then leaning forward to take Greg's cock deep into her mouth. 

    "Oh, God, Marcia," Peter moaned, "you're so damn tight. God, 
you make my cock feel so good."

    "Yeah, and you suck great, too . . . Sis," Greg said quietly.

    Marcia looked up at him, her eyes wide. It was the first 
time he'd called her "sister," the first time he hadn't treated 
her as an outsider in his home. She pulled back from his cock 
and smiled. "Mmmm, thanks. With two cocks like this around, 
I'm really glad I'm in the family. Now shut up and stick that 
cock back in my mouth."

    They went back at it as steam curled over the top of the 
shower curtain and water poured off their bodies. Peter 
pounded away at her pussy, ramming his cock in and out. He 
couldn't get over how different the sensation was from 
rubbing himself; Marcia's cunt fit like a second skin, tight but 
at the same time almost pillowy soft. Every once in awhile he 
pulled all the way out, just for the joy of slipping slowly 
back in again and feeling her lips slide around the head of his 
dick. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her. 
Tentatively, he slid a finger down the crack of her butt  and 
slipped it into her asshole; Marcia wiggled in acceptance. As 
he pushed the finger in and out, he almost could feel his own 
cock stretching her cunt tight against it.

    Greg was lost in his own excitement as he saw his sister's 
head bob up and down on his cock. Once she pulled out again 
and he started to say something, but she just pulled up his 
rod and began to lick it on the bottom, from the base to the 
tip. A shiver ran down his spine. She tenderly cupped his sac 
in her hand and licked it. When she popped him back into her 
mouth, he reached down and grabbed her tits, taking a nipple 
in each hand and gently squeezing. Marcia's hand on his cock 
began to speed up and Greg began to groan. His breath came in 
short gasps and at last he moaned "I'm ... I'm coming!" He felt 
the jism boil out of his balls and shoot through his cock to 
explode into his young step-sister's mouth. Marcia swallowed 
it all in a few gulps and pulled back, wiping the last few 
drips away with a finger and then sucking the finger clean.

    "Hey, Peter, how are you doing?" she called back. The 
younger boy was still pumping away. In answer, he slammed 
his cock forward as hard as he could. "Unngggh!" Marcia 
grunted in pleasure. "Slam it into me, Peter! Ride me like a 
fucking dog! Yes! Yes!" Her dirty talk sent Peter over the edge. 
He spurted deep within her as Marcia's body began to be 
racked with contractions.  Greg bent down and kissed her 
hard, their tongues wrestling together, as her butt wiggled 
furiously and Peter held on as tightly as he could.

    When it was all over, they all slid down into the tub. The 
water splashed over them as they looked at each other, dumb 
grins on their faces, their hair plastered to their heads.

    Another shiver shook Marcia. "Are you cumming again?" 
Peter asked. She looked up at the shower head. "No, silly, it's 
the shower. We're out of hot water!" 

    "Yipes, you're right," Greg said, leaping to his feet. They all 
climbed out of the tub as Peter turned off the flow. Greg 
pulled a couple of towels from the linen closet and they 
began to dry off, the two boys taking turns rubbing down 
Marcia. Greg's cock grew hard again and he let his towel slip 
to the floor as he embraced her, his dick rubbing at the 
entrance to her cunt. "I should get a fuck, too," he said. "After 
all, I'm the oldest. Peter got his fuck."

    Marcia giggled. "You'll get it, but not with me!"

    "Huh?"

    "You'll see. Just dry off and wait by the door to our room. 
You'll figure it out."

    With that, Marcia wrapped one towel around her body and 
made another one into a turban around her dripping hair. She 
unlocked the door to the girls' room and slipped out, turning 
out the light behind her.

    Greg and Peter quickly dried off and hurried over to the 
door, slipping it open just a crack. The girls' bedroom was 
dark, too. As they listened, Cindy rustled in her bed and sat 
up, complaining to Marcia that she couldn't sleep with all the 
noise going on. Marcia told her she was just dreaming, there 
wasn't any noise. "But I HEARD it," Cindy insisted.

    "You must just be having a nightmare," Marcia told the 
little girl. "Why don't you go sleep with Mommy?" Cindy 
quickly agreed and left the room.

    Then the boys heard a loud thump that sounded like a 
schoolbook hitting the floor. "Huhh? Whazzat?" Jan said, 
sleep heavy in her voice.

    "Oh, sorry, Sis, did I wake you?" 

    Jan said it was OK, but Marcia kept apologizing. Somehow 
the apologizing turned into girl talk and Marcia and her 
younger sister began whispering back and forth.

    The talk got around to school, and Marcia asked Jan about 
Tommy, one of the boys in her class. Did Jan like him?

    "He's a dork," Jan said. "So are most of the boys in this 
neighborhood. I wish Mom had never gotten married. I liked it 
in our old school."

    "Gee, I didn't think you were so turned off by ALL the boys 
around here," Marcia said with a giggle.

    "What do you mean?"

    "I saw you the other night," Marcia went on, "peeking 
through the keyhole into the bathroom when Greg was 
washing up. Or were you just polishing the doorknob?"

    Jan giggled back. "Well, Greg IS cute ... and Peter, too, I 
guess."

    In the bathroom, Greg and Peter punched each other lightly 
on their shoulders.

    "Oh, you think they're just cute?" Marcia's voice got a little 
louder. "Is that why you had a hand up your nightgown while 
you were watching?"

    "Marcia!"    "Come on, admit it, Jan. They make you hot. I'll 
let you in on a secret: I've watched them, too."

    "Well, I do think about them sometimes ..."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, I imagine I'm in bed -- naked. And ..."

    "Go on, you can tell me," Marcia murmured.

    "I'm naked, and ... and my eyes are closed, and Greg and 
Peter come in."

    Peter opened the bathroom door a bit more, but Greg pulled 
him back. Jan kept talking.

    "Peter reaches out and touches my breasts ..."

    Marcia laughed softly.

    "Don't laugh," Jan said sharply. "They're not so big, but 
they're big enough. Bigger than someone else's were when SHE 
was 12." 

    "Oh, I'm sorry, Sis," Marcia said. Her voice seemed to be 
moving closer, and there was a small creaking sound and a 
rustling like sheets being pulled aside. "You've got very nice 
breasts."

    Jan let out a short, sharp exclamation, but Marcia's voice 
was soft and comforting. "Very nice breasts. Ooh, your 
nipples are so hard. Can I taste them?"

    Jan mumbled an "uh-huh," and Greg and Peter heard sucking 
noises. After a little while, Marcia spoke again.

    "So, tell me, Jan..."

    "Wh-what?" Jan's voice was a gasp.

    "About Greg and Peter. You know."

    "Oh, uh, Peter touches my breasts, and Greg ... mmmm ... 
Greg, he strokes my legs up and down, softly ..."

    "Like this?"

    "Oh, yes!"

    "And then?"

    "And then he puts his hand on m-my ... uh, my ..."

    "Your pussy? Like this?"

    "Oooh, yeah. And then Peter moves down, and they both 
start licking me -- oh, yesss, like that! -- and, oh, God, and 
sucking it, and their tongues ... unnnhhh!"

    As Jan was speaking, Greg and Peter slipped out of the 
bathroom and walked over to her bed. Their eyes had gotten 
accustomed to the dim light and they could see Jan's leg's 
spread wide, with Marcia laying between them, her tongue 
buried in her sister's cunt. Jan wasn't as curvy as Marcia, and 
as she lay on the bed her tits had flattened into her chest. But 
her nipples stood out sharply as she massaged her breasts. 
Her blonde hair flew back and forth on her pillow as she 
twisted in delirious excitement and murmured endlessly, "Oh, 
God, yesss, suck me, sister, suck me, lick me, please, yesss, 
oh, God, unnnhh!"

    Greg and Peter came up on either side of Marcia, each 
putting one hand on top of hers as she caressed Jan's smooth 
stomach. Marcia eased her hands away and the boys could feel 
Jan's sweaty body pulsating beneath their fingers.

    Marcia slipped off the bed. "Oh, God, NO!" Jan called. "Don't 
stop!"

    Greg quickly moved into Marcia's place, burying his face in 
his step-sister's pungent delta. "Oooh, that's it," Jan groaned 
in delight.

    Then Peter licked his way from her navel to her crotch and 
he and Greg began taking turns sticking their tongues 
between Jan's pussy lips.

    Her eyes flew open. "Wha..." she began to shout, but Marcia 
silenced her with a deep, wet kiss. "It's OK, Sis," the older 
sister said. "It's just your fantasy coming true."

    "Cumming is right," Jan said with a smile as she began to 
buck her hips while Greg and Peter continued their probing. 
"Thanks, Marcia."

    "Do you like it?" the older sister teased. "Then show me 
how much." Marcia swung a leg over so that she was 
straddling Jan's face. "Lick me, Jan. Lick me real good. Suck 
your big sister's cunt!"

    Jan's reply was lost in Marcia's muff.

    At her other end, Greg had pushed Peter aside and was 
kneeling on the end of the bed, rubbing the head of his cock up 
and down at the entrance to Jan's sopping wet pussy. Slowly 
he eased it in an inch or two until he felt the resistance of 
her hymen. He began short, slow strokes.

    Jan began to raise her head in surprise, but that only 
pushed her tongue deeper into Marcia's twat. Greg played with 
Jan's cunt, slipping his cock back and forth at the entrance so 
her tight lips caressed his dick's head. With a finger, he 
twiddled her clit. "Jan, your cunt is wonderful," he moaned. 
"My sister's got a damn wonderful tight cunt!"

    Peter was beginning to feel neglected, but Marcia motioned 
him to come closer to her. She rubbed her right hand in the 
juices flooding out of her pussy, reached out to Peter and 
began to rub his cock as they locked in a deep kiss.

    Greg gradually increased his strokes until at last he broke 
through Jan's hymen and sunk his dick deep into her. In his 
eagerness, he kept up his stroking, but Marcia felt Jan's 
sudden tension -- actually, Jan nipped her clit -- and tapped 
Greg on the shoulder with her free hand.

    "Easy," she said. "Take it easy. Let her recover. No, don't 
take it all the way out. Let her get used to it." She grinned. "It 
didn't take me long."

    Marcia might have said more, but Peter hungrily grabbed 
her tits as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The older 
girl kept up her stroking on her younger brother's cock. 

    Shortly, Jan started bucking up and down on Greg's cock. 
Getting the message, he began to push in again. Soon all four 
of them were in synch. "This is better than any Playboy!" Greg 
groaned as his eyes took in the picture: his cock plunging into 
his younger sister's cunt, sweat and pussy juices glistening 
on her sparse patch of hair. Further away, his brother Peter 
getting a hand job from Marcia, whose pussy was pouring 
fluids all over Jan's face and neck. He reached down and 
caressed Jan's nipples as his cock drove in and out of her 
velvet vise.

    This time Peter was the first to shoot. "I'm cummmming!" 
he bleated and fired a load of come all over Jan's belly. As 
soon as the warm spunk hit her skin, Jan gyrated wildly. Her 
frantic tonguing brought Marcia to climax. "Yesyesyesyesyes! 
Jan, your sister loves you! God, I'm... aaaaaaaggghhh!"

    Greg kept up his slamming strokes as Marcia collapsed 
onto the floor on one side of the bed, Peter on the other. 

    "Yes, Greg, fuck me hard! Harder! I want you all the way in! 
Unnnh-yes! Deeper!" Jan's voice got lower and lower, almost 
disintegrating into a grunt. "Fuck me, big brother. Fuck your 
sister's cunt with that rod. Ram my pussy deeper!"

    Greg's balls felt as if they were on fire. Sweat was flying 
off his body as he rode Jan's cunt. He leaned over, supporting 
himself on aching arms, and licked at her tits. 

    "More! More!" Jan's urgings drove Greg wild.

    "Damn, you're a horny bitch! God, what a sister! I'm gonna 
fill you up! I'm ... get ready! I'm cumming! I'm ..." His breath 
came in short gasps as his cock drove in faster and faster and 
faster. Jan's fingernails raked across his back as she raised 
her feet high, bringing them down on his ass to push him in 
deeper.

    "Fuck me ALL THE WAY!" she moaned, the last word coming 
out as a long, deep sigh. "God, please, do it, do it, do-it-do-it-
do-it-YESSSSSSS!" Her body suddenly stiffened, then relaxed, 
then stiffened as wave after wave of orgasm flooded her. 

    "Unnnhhh, aaaahhh!" Greg was beyond words as he felt his 
own orgasm turn his cock to stone. He felt the hot jism pulse 
through his prick and blast into Jan's cunt until at last, 
spent, his arms gave way and he collapsed onto his sister's 
sweaty body.

    In the dark of the bedroom, the brothers and sisters lay in 
silence. Their bodies began to cool, but they could still smell 
the rich odors of their passion. "Wow," Peter whispered. "Is 
this what they call an orgy?"

    Across the bed, Marcia smiled. "This isn't an orgy, Peter. 
It's just ... just the Brady Bunch."

     They were all lying on Jan's bed when the bedroom door 
opened and the light flicked on.

     "Mom!" Four voices cried out simultaneously.

     Mrs. Brady, a slim woman with short blond hair, stood in 
the doorway, arms akimbo. Her filmy nightgown flapped 
opened, exposing a short, silky pink teddy.

     "I thought something was going on up here," she said, 
stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "When 
Cindy came in to sleep with us, I got suspicious."

She walked up to the bed, where the boys and girls were 
tugging in vain at the sheets tangled beneath them, trying to 
find some cover. "Good thing your dad is such a sound 
sleeper."

     "Wh-what are you gonna do?" Peter stuttered out. "Are you 
gonna -- ground us? Or what?"

     In reply, Mrs. Brady slipped the nightgown off her 
shoulders. "No, Peter, I'm not going to ground you," she said, 
softly.

     "You mean you're not mad?" Greg sat up on the bed. "For 
real?"

     "Mad?" Their mother reached behind her back and unzipped 
her teddy. "I've been wondering how long it would take you 
kids to figure out what a great opportunity you had -- and 
whether you'd let me in on it." She let the teddy fall to the 
floor, exposing a mature but still very shapely body.

     She put a knee on the mattress. "I just hope there's room 
for me on this bed!"






