The Real Brady Bunch: Slumber Party, Part 2 by Will Somers, 2006 Codes: bg, gsolo, parody, light bd The slumber party at Laurie Partridge's house give the Brady girls an opportunity for pleasure and revenge.

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Jan's quilted robe was in a pile on the floor, not far from the ugly nightgown provided by Wardrobe. Jan herself was perched on the toilet lid, her legs splayed open. Leaning forward, the long, blonde hair draped over her bare, slender torso, just kissing her thighs.

Her attention was on the fan magazine, open to a spread of Keith and Danny Partridge in swimsuits. With her fingertips she had gently and surely worked herself up to a fever pitch of excitement. Dampened by her pleasure, her fingers slid smoothly up and down the vee between her legs, pausing at the top of each stroke to attend her sensitive clit. She could feel her nipples tingle with excitement.

She gasped as she reached a new level of excitement and her eyes wandered about the bathroom. A small, blue and gold garment caught her eye on the floor. Keith's swimsuit. The same one as in the photo spread. Shit.

Reality came rushing back. She was upstairs at the Partridge's house. In a better world, she'd have Keith himself caressing her pussy, wringing out that heavenly orgasm she yearned for. But she'd heard the footsteps, and the door, and she knew, she knew, that her goddamn big sister was getting all the pleasure tonight.

She tried to tune everything out after that and focus on her own pleasure. But even here, hidden in the bathroom, Marcia steals orgasms from her!

More footsteps to ignore. Jan turned her attention to the magazine again.

The sound startled her so much that she jumped. Knocking on the door. In a strangled voice, she said, "Just a minute!"

She couldn't believe it when the door started to open! Half hoping and half afraid it was one of the Partridge boys, her anger and disappointment started to boil over when she recognized Marcia.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at her big sister, trying to sound angry enough to scare her away despite the fact that she, herself, had no clothes on.

Marcia's eyes blazed. "I just got fucked by Keith Partridge."

Jan's heart skipped a beat. She stared back at her sister. Marcia didn't look happy at all. Then she saw the stains.

"Mom's gown!"

The silky nylon draped smoothly along the lines of Marcia's slim torso, except where it stuck to a dark, wet stain on her stomach. Then Jan noticed more sticky streaks, decorating the hem.

Marcia moved to the sink and turned on the water, letting it run in the basin. Jan saw her shoulders shake a little and then heard a strangled sob. Carefully, she put her arms around her big sister and gave her a little hug.

"Marcia, it's okay. We'll get through this. We're a family and we'll stick together." Even if I want to kill you for getting Keith instead of me.

"Oh, Jan, Keith is such an asshole!" Then Marcia broke down and cried on her sister's shoulder.

"Uh, Cindy, could you loosen the ropes a little?" Danny could feel his prick fall out of Cindy's mouth.

"No, Danny, it's just right! I know. Keep licking!"

Danny tried to flex his fingers. He wasn't sure if he could feel them any more. Spreadeagled on his bed, he knew he shouldn't complain while a Brady girl serviced his prick so beautifully. But the bondage thing was starting to bother him. Especially that vibrator Cindy stuck in such a sensitive place!

"Really, Cindy. Please?"

"Just lick!"

Danny sighed and opened his mouth, pushing it against Cindy's pussy. His tongue ran up and down her bare little lips, framed by a lacy open crotch. His prick felt her warm throat envelop it again.

He wished she'd untie him so he could run his hands over that silky, transparent nylon covering her tight little bottom, or maybe pinch her little titties, framed by those little open holes. She really did give fantastic head, even if she was just a little girl in ringlets.

Then suddenly she was gone! Before he knew it, Cindy had hopped off the bed. He couldn't see her, but he sensed she was listening at his bedroom door.

"What is it?" he whispered. His mom? Oh, shit.

"Shut up," she replied.

Danny tried to turn to see what Cindy was doing. Her astoundingly ugly pyjamas were still lying on the bed next to his shoulder. He couldn't twist his head far enough to see. Then he heard his door open. He froze, wondering what voice he'd hear. His mom?

Then he heard the door close. Quietly.

"Cindy?"

No answer.

"Uh, Cindy?" Danny spoke louder, hoping she'd reply.

"Cindy??" Danny moaned.

The two sisters were naked and sobbing, with arms around each other, when the bathroom door opened. Both gasped and moved apart.

It was just Cindy.

"Why doesn't that fucking door lock?" Jan said, looking at the doorknob with annoyance.

Cindy ignored her and walked to the toilet. "I hafta pee."

The older girls stared at her.

"What are you wearing?" Marcia was astonished enough to stop crying.

"Something I got at Frederick's," their little sister replied, squatting on the toilet. She didn't bother to take off the open crotch garment as she took care of business.

Marcia and Jan turned back to the wash basin. The stained nighty was finally rinsed clean, but it wasn't going to dry any time soon.

Jan looked around impatiently. "I'm sick of this bathroom!"

Marcia understood. "Jan, really. I know how hot Keith is. You know I do. But you have to trust me on this. He's just not worth it." Marcia paused, and heaved a loud sigh. "You know I've been there. Twice."

Jan looked surprised. "You mean, that last time, you went 'all the way'? And you never said anything?"

"I'm sorry, but we all have our secrets."

"Then why did you do it again tonight?"

Marcia sighed again. "Can't you guess? Those dreamy eyes, the shoulders, the smooth voice, and that smile of his! Just the pictures are enough to make a girl wet her panties! And there I was in his bedroom!"

Marcia paused, not wanting to say more, but then continued. "And I still haven't had an orgasm."

Both sisters looked at Marcia, aghast.

"You're kidding. He's that bad at it?"

"You have no idea. He's big enough when he's hard, but it doesn't last long. Then, once he's popped his rocks, he shrinks to a pitiful little noodle. Like spaghetti without sauce."

Marcia paused, and added, "The worst of it is, he's only good for once a night. If you miss the train, that's it." If it hadn't been so awful hiding out in the bathroom, she would have smiled. Then Marica remembered.

"Oh, shit. There's a party downstairs! How long have we been up here?" Marcia looked at her wrist, but her watch was in the bag downstairs.

"Somebody has to go back to the party!" The older girls looked at Cindy. "Uh, where are your pyjamas?"

Cindy looked unconcerned. "Danny's room."

"Never mind that." Jan slipped into the quilted robe and looked at her older sister. "Do you want my nighty? I know it's crap, but it's something to wear. Maybe I can scrounge something from Mrs. Partridge. There's no way I'm asking Laurie for anything!"

"So I'll go right back down." Marcia turned to Cindy. "Go get your jammies and come with me."

Cindy shook her head. "One more thing I gotta do."

Shirley Partridge looked up and said, "Come in!" when she heard the knock at the bedroom door. Jan walked in, and the woman said, cordially, "Is there something I can help you with?"

Jan looked at her shyly and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Partridge, but we've had a little accident. We washed out the nighty but it's still wet."

Jan paused as her eyes fell on a magazine half hidden under the bedspread: Playgirl. She looked at the floor and continued, "I don't have anything else to wear. Can you help me out?"

"Didn't you ask Laurie?"

Jan twisted her leg and looked uncomfortable. "But she's so tall, Mrs. Partridge, even taller than her big brother! I'm afraid I'd look silly in one of her beautiful nightgowns."

Shirley Partridge smiled and said, "Well, let's see what we can find."

Danny sighed with relief when he heard the door open. About time!

He sensed it was Cindy, but she didn't come back to bed. "Cindy?"

She didn't reply. Danny hear cabinet doors open and slam. She seemed to be looking for something.

"You gotta video camera somewhere?"

"Ooh no! You're not doing a video of this!" Danny spoke bravely, but knew he couldn't stop her. But he wasn't going to help, either.

Cindy stopped and looked minutely around the room. Then she walked to a high shelf, climbed on a chair, reached behind some fake ferns, and pulled out the camera. It was turned off.

"You didn't tape us?" Cindy asked.

"Wasn't time. You surprised me," he said.

Cindy grabbed a tripod leaning in a corner. Danny heard the door open and close.

"Cindy?"

Danny tried to flex his fingers and let out another groan.

Jan almost ran into Cindy as she stepped out of Danny's room. The tripod clattered against the door frame.

"What's all that for?" Jan asked. She noticed Cindy had her jammies on again.

"I gotta plan," she said. "Hey, you look nice."

Mrs. Partridge had lent Jan a shimmering satin gown. The big square neckline was edged in lace, with the Givenchy "G" subtly worked into the pattern. The gown had this way of sliding off and uncovering Jan's slender shoulder in a sweet, even endearing way. Not slutty at all, though it could have been. The subtle hue of the fabric set off her soft, hazel eyes beautifully. A wide band of lace at the hem fell just past her knees.

Jan felt really pretty in the gown, and knew it didn't matter one bit. Laurie's fashion show was over, and she'd probably recognize the gown from her mom's closet. But it was a lovely thing to wear.

Jan heard a whimper from Danny's room. "What's that?" she asked.

"Never mind, it's just a Partridge learning a lesson." Cindy walked toward Keith's room.

"What are you doing, Cindy? Didn't you hear what Jan said about Keith? Anyway, he won't get hard again for hours."

Cindy turned and looked at Jan. The gleam in her eyes gave Jan the shivers. "I gotta plan," she repeated. Then she disappeared into Keith's darkened room.

Another whimper. Jan carefully opened Danny's door and peeked in. She gasped.

"My god, what did she do!" Jan ran to Danny's bedside.

Danny looked up with pleading eyes, and gasped, "The vibrator. My butt. Please."

He groaned as Jan extracted the shiny device, still humming, from beneath him.

"God, thanks, Jan! Oooh." Danny gasped with relief. When he caught his breath, he looked at Jan and asked, "Could you undo these things?"

Jan reached for the nearest bedpost to untie his hand, but paused. "Okay, just why did Cindy truss you up like this? I know she likes this sort of thing, but the dildo shows she was mad about something."

Danny tried to look innocent as Jan's eyes scanned the room. Nothing too odd, clothes on the floor, half finished model planes, crumpled homework papers, TV, battered textbooks, ...

Jan looked again at the TV. No, it wasn't a lame sitcom, it was the slumber party downstairs!

She walked over and turned it off. Reaching around, she ripped out the cable wire, breaking the connector off the end. That takes care of that, she thought.

The gown slipped off her shoulder again, and she heard a sort of gasp from the bed. Jan slipped it back on her shoulder. Turning, she looked at Danny curiously. The gown slipped off again.

"Sorry," he said, "it's just you look really terrific in that nighty."

Jan couldn't help but smile at him. Those Partridge boys were real charmers. There was no getting around it. Then she thought about Marcia and that brought back her frown.

"I have a party to go to, and I'm sure it'll go on just fine with you safely restrained." She started for the door.

"Please," Danny begged, "could you at least loosen things a bit? My hands are going numb."

She leaned over the bed and let her hair fall over his bare leg as she undid the rope holding his foot. Danny twisted in the bed and sighed as he flexed his long-strained arms. Jan repeated the process on his other foot, teasing his leg and thigh again with strands of long, blonde hair. His prick responded, stiffening up again.

Jan looked at his prick with annoyance. Looking Danny in the eye, she turned to walk out of the room.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he said. "Is there any way I can make this up to you?"

Jan turned and looked at him again. She really liked his eyes. And his prick was, indeed, stiffening up rather nicely.

Marcia looked around the living room uncomfortably. Girl #1 and Girl #3 were chattering about some boys at their school, and of course she'd never heard of either the boys or the school. Laurie was glancing through a fashion magazine with her smiling face on the cover. Jan and Cindy were still upstairs. What was keeping them?

Finally, she got up and headed for the stairs. Laurie made some condescending noises in her direction, but she ignored her.

As she approached the top of the stairs, Marcia scanned the doors for cracks of light. No one in the bathroom. A narrow sliver from Mrs. Partridge's door at the end of the hall. The same dim sheen from Danny's room. Oh, shit, there's a light on in Keith's room. A bright one, too.

Quietly, Marcia hurried down the hall, worrying about Jan. What's she gotten in to now? After all those warning about Keith, too!

She listened at the door. She could hear a voice in low, sexy tones, and sort of whiny responses from Keith. But that wasn't Jan's voice, it was Cindy!

Marcia opened the door a crack. Keith was lying back on his bed and a bright lamp faced directly in his eyes. There was a video camera set up just behind the lamp, and it was obviously zoomed in on his crotch. And his limp little prick.

Cindy seemed to be just off camera, sometimes reaching in with her fingertips, and sometimes dipping her platinum curls, to caress his wilted member.

"Aww, poor little wee wee," crooned Cindy, petting it with her fingertips.

"Honey, just wait a bit, and I promise, it'll be big and hard! More than a girl like you can handle! Really!" Keith sounded hurt, and sort of desperate. He obviously hadn't noticed the camera just behind the bright light.

"Awww, but we've waited and waited so long already!"

As Marcia watched, Cindy lifted up Keith's soft prick and licked it. On camera, you couldn't quite tell it was Cindy, but you could see a tongue, wet with spit, running along the boy's shaft, trying to bring it to life. Unsuccessfully.

"We're tired of waiting for the big rock star's tired little wee wee! We'll just have to do ourselves!"

Keith started to sob as Cindy faked an incredible orgasm into the camera's microphone. Tears glistened on the boy's cheek.

Marcia quietly backed out of the room, knowing what video she would be playing at her next slumber party!

Now, where was Jan?

“And what's this called?” Jan asked, as she sank her thighs gently onto Danny's prick, which she had just made rigid with her tongue.

“'Riding St. George' in the older books,” he replied.

“Unggh!” she sighed, as she felt Danny slide up inside her. Danny was pretty sore after Cindy's not-so-tender mercies, so Jan was trying to be gentle but still have fun. And she loved to be on top.

“Well, Sir Knight, it's my favorite ride,” she said, with a laugh in her voice. She sort of wondered what else “they” had in those “older books.”

Danny heard the unasked question and said, “Here, lean forward a bit,” and rolled her to her side. Jan giggled as Danny started to slip out, but with a grunt he pushed himself back inside.

“Move this leg a bit, yeah, like that,” he added, sliding one leg between hers. The hem of her satin nighty got tucked in between their crotches, but Danny tugged at the fabric, pulling it loose.

“Flanquette!” Danny announced, sounding a little too much like a bird watcher identifying his favorite species. Jan stifled a giggle.

Then Danny pushed his hips into hers, thrusting his cock even deeper. She felt his crotch push firmly against her clit, dragging a loud, involuntary moan from her.

Another thrust, another moan. This was good.

Jan felt herself tingling all over. She felt her nipples crinkle, and then the touch of fingertips tracing the circle of her nipple through the silky nightgown. Danny gently squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, fonding, rubbing, and almost pinching.

Jan felt a special tingle at his touch, but then he squeezed just a little bit harder. It almost hurt. Maybe she should tell him to stop, especially if he pinches any tighter.

The fingertips squeezed a bit more. Jan almost gasped. She opened her mouth, and started to tell him...

WHOOSH.

Jan would have launched herself right off the bed if she hadn't been caught in a tangle of arms, legs, and thighs. She let out a girlish shriek. She knew it was too loud, but shrieked again before she realized it.

A half a house away, Cindy raised her head from the pillow and whispered to her big sister, "That sounded nice," before falling back to sleep.

The third shriek she suppressed to a really loud gasp, followed by three more. Heartbeats were loud in her ears, thankfully louder than the sounds from her throat.

With satisfaction, Jan noticed that Danny had his climax, too. As they caught their breath, the two kids untangled and laid back on the bed.

Catching his breath, Danny said, "Wow."

Unguarded, Jan replied, "Yeah."

Before they realized it, both kids were fast asleep.

A shaft of morning sunlight fell across Marcia's pillow, piercing her eyelids. She squeezed them shut and rolled over. A discordantly musical hum floated across the room and she sat up a little, looking in that direction. It was Laurie, snoring.

Very quietly, Marcia sat up and looked toward Jan's sleeping bag. Untouched.

Again very quietly, Marcia snuck up the steps to retrieve her younger sister. She wasn't positive where Jan went, but she had a good guess.

Danny's door was the first one she tried. Still quiet, she hustled next to her sister and shook her. As the girl strugged to awaken, Marcia pulled down the hem of the long, silky nightgown to cover Jan's thighs.

Awake, Jan looked at her sister, and then looked at Danny, still fast asleep. She leaned over Danny's face and brushed a light kiss on his cheek. With a quick caress, she jumped out of the bed and followed her big sister.

As soon as they were out the door, Marcia turned to Jan and demanded, in the loudest whisper she dared, “Just what were you doing in there?”

Jan smiled a funny smile and said, “ Flanquette.”

- THE END -

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