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 Introduction

   Thanks go to my friend and mentor Neverlander, without whom this story
would never have been posted "naked and unashamed" for the enjoyment of
those who enjoy this particular (and somewhat esoteric) branch of the
erotica tree.  Anyone familiar with Neverlander's work will immediately
notice that I've unabashedly availed myself of his ideas, style and graphic
imagery but, as Sam Seaborn once said, "Good writers borrow ideas from
other writers; great ones steal them outright." and I aspire to one day be
a good writer.

   Thanks also to Eve, Maureen and Florence whose characters of Jan, Marcia
and Carol Brady have starred in my late night imaginings, off and on, for
pretty much all of my adult life!

   The usual caveats apply: No Bradys were harmed during the writing of
this story; don't try this at home, kids and don't waste your time flaming
- if you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, then you're
far more dangerous than I.

   (Please note - the .rtf file in my ASSTR folder has better formatting)

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   A Very Brady Boner

   (As broadcast Sept.  1972 on Soft Core Cable Television....  I wish!)

   By The Sorcerer's Apprentice

   (Preteen, tease, mast)

   Act One

   In which Jan discovers the drawbacks of hand-me-down fashion accessories
and Peter gets a tongue-lashing from Marcia.

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   "You'll have to go, Jan, I have cheerleading practice after school and
both Greg and Peter have a football game." Marcia held the wad of bills out
towards her younger sister.

   'Cheerleading practice!' thought Jan grumpily.  'She never misses a
chance to rub it in that I didn't make the cheerleading squad!'

   Marcia continued.  "All you have to do is pay for the tray and tell them
to engrave 'Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad from Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan,
Bobby and Cindy'.

   The $180 in Marcia's hand represented the accumulated efforts of all six
kids - months of babysitting, lemonade sales, lawn-mowing and other odd
jobs throughout the neighborhood and Jan was a little nervous about being
responsible for it.  The six Brady kids had found a beautiful silver tray
that they wanted to give to their parents for their third anniversary and
which had plenty of room to have all their names engraved.  By default, it
seemed that Jan would be the one to make the actual purchase.

   "O.K.," said the little blonde, "I'll get off the school bus at the mall
and go to the jewelery store after school." She took the money from Marcia
and pushed it into her overstuffed purse.  'I'll just have to be extra
careful with it,' she thought to herself.

   ---------

   The next day, Peter Brady was out the school door before the bell had
stopped ringing and he humped to get home.  He wanted to get there before
Marcia.  The constantly horny teenager had discovered that by crouching at
the foot of the steps, he could look up his older sister's skirt while she
climbed the stairs to her bedroom to drop off her books.  The peeks at her
panties and long, nylon encased legs as she climbed the steps invariably
sent him immediately to the bathroom where he would stroke and pump his
cock to a teeth-grinding orgasm.

   He rushed through the kitchen with a perfunctory wave and a 'Hi, I'm
home!' to his mother and Alice their housekeeper who were peeling carrots
in the kitchen.  He dumped his books on the living room couch and moved to
where he could see through the patio doors into the back yard.  With one
eye on the kitchen door and the other watching for Marcia's arrival, he
rubbed the outside of his pants where his cock began to rise in
anticipation.

   There she was!  A short green miniskirt with a yellow blouse, her
straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders.  As always, she was
wearing pantyhose; Jan still wore knee-socks to school but Marcia had
started wearing nylons at the start of this year and looking at her legs
made Peter just go weak!  He liked Jan; she could certainly get him hard
whenever she wore one of her really short dresses or carelessly sat in such
a way that he caught a glimpse of her panties and even little Cindy could
get him excited, but it was Marcia who starred in his masturbatory
fantasies every night.  He ducked behind the door of his father's study
where he could just see the first step of the stairway and waited.

   Marcia walked into the kitchen and greeted her mother.

   "Hi Mom.  Hi Alice.  Anybody home yet?"

   "Hi Honey.  Just Peter," replied Carol, "he arrived a couple of minutes
ago."

   Marcia inwardly rolled her eyes.  Of course he had!  He needed time to
hide near the bottom of the stairs.  She was pretty sure that Peter was
peeking up her skirt after school - the last few weeks he always seemed to
be at the bottom of the steps when she was about half-way up; it was too
much of a co-incidence!

   "Going to do my homework, Mom." she said.  As she crossed the living
room, she saw that the door to her father's office was slightly ajar. 
'I'll get him this time!' she thought to herself angrily.

   Peter watched Marcia's foot stop briefly on the bottom step before
disappearing.  He counted four seconds, then silently crouched down and
moved to where he could see around the corner of the stairwell.  Perfect!
Marcia was half-way up the stairs and he had a clear look up her skirt.  He
had a completely unobstructed view of her nyloned legs and light green
panties under the sheer pantyhose.  He watched the movement of her thighs
and the flexing of her gorgeous ass while rubbing his crotch.  She slowed
her ascent slightly and Peter thought excitedly that he might get an extra
few seconds thrill while she adjusted her books or something, but instead
she spun around and saw him.

   "Peter!  You pervert!" she cried, "Mom!  MOM!  Peter is looking up my
skirt!"

   Busted!!!  Peter stood up straight and backed away from the stairs.  "I
was NOT!  I was tying my shoelace!"

   "Sure you were, you little perv," sneered Marcia, her voice dripping
with sarcasm.  "Keep your eyes where they belong.  MOM!"

   Carol came through from the kitchen, drying her hands on her apron. 
"What's going on here?  What's all the noise about?"

   "Peter was trying to look up my skirt, Mom.  I caught him bending over
at the bottom of the stairs peeking at me!" Marcia looked at Peter
accusingly.

   "I was not, Mom!  Honest!  I was just tying my shoelace!" Peter's voice
had a note of desperate innocence and his face was starting to flush red.

   "You two behave yourselves!" ordered Carol, "and Peter, tie your
shoelaces somewhere other than at the foot of the stairs!" She returned to
the carrots, thinking about the potential problems which were just around
the corner.  All the kids were getting to the age where their hormones were
starting to bubble and fizz; no doubt there would soon be more fires to
extinguish.

   Peter looked up at Marcia but kept his eyes on hers.

   "Freak!" spat Marcia.  She turned on her heel and continued up to her
room.  Although the exchange had been heated, it had been not altogether
unpleasant.  Marcia enjoyed the attentions of boys and men - indeed, she
deliberately dressed so they would look at her so it was not completely
unexpected that her step-brothers would check her out.  Peter had been a
little too overt, that's all, and had needed to be put in his place.

   ---------

   While Marcia was giving Peter both a hard-on and a piece of her mind,
Jan was looking attentively out of the window as the school bus wound its
way through the suburbs.  She wanted to be sure she got off at the stop
nearest the mall and this part of town was strange to her.  The number 26
bus stopped at the mall, though, and as long as she caught it going in the
right direction, it would deposit her on the corner of her street after her
errand was complete.  Recently turned eleven, Jan was used to being in the
company of her parents or her older siblings Marcia and Greg, and she was a
little intimidated by the hustle and bustle in the commercial area of the
city.

   She got off the bus and walked the half block to the mall entrance. 
Walking between the stores, she was aware of the glances which fell her way
from passing boys - and even grown men.  She was a pretty little thing with
long blonde hair which fell straight almost to her tiny waist, slim legs
fetchingly exposed by a short checkered skirt which showed a good eight
inches or so of her pale thighs and small developing breasts which were
just starting to push against the white blouse and blue vest she wore.  The
glances of appreciation and occasional undisguised stare made her feel
good; she pulled her shoulders further back to accentuate the gentle swell
of her breasts.

   She found the jewellery store and walked confidently up to the counter.

   "Can I help you, young lady?" The older man behind the counter smiled at
his petite customer.

   "Yes, please.  I'd like to buy that silver tray" she pointed behind him
to the ornate silver tray on the shelf behind the counter "and have it
engraved."

   "I see." replied the clerk.  He turned to retrieve the tray and placed
it on a light blue cloth for her inspection.  "Is this the one?"

   "Yes, please.  The inscription should read ''Happy Anniversary Mom and
Dad from Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy'".

   The man wrote it all down on his pad and made a calculation.

   "Very well young lady, that would be one hundred and seventy-six dollars
and ninety cents.  The engraving will take a few hours - you could pick it
up tomorrow."

   "That will be fine, thank you." replied Jan.  Opening her purse to pay
the clerk, she dug through the junk that eleven year old girls carry in
their purses, looking for the money.  She found five twenty dollar bills,
but although she dug right to the bottom, could not find the rest.  She
placed the bills on the counter and with an increasing feeling of dread
dumped out the entire contents.

   "I know it's in here - I just KNOW it!" Jan spread the various items
around looking for the missing twenties but there were none.  The money was
gone.  "Ohhhh, NO!!" The little girl's voice cracked with despair.

   "This might be your problem," remarked the clerk, picking up her purse
and pushing his finger through a large hole in the bottom corner.  Marcia
had given her the purse after receiving a new one for her birthday and it
had obviously been more worn out than it looked.  Jan's blue eyes widened
and then filled with tears.

   "Oh, No!  What am I going to do?  This plate was to be a present for my
parents!"

   The clerk shook his head sympathetically but behind his thick glasses,
his mind was racing.  He was one of the grown men who, like those who had
looked her over in the mall, `appreciated' little girls and he had given
her a thorough appraisal as she stood before him.  He had watched the
little blonde as she approached his store, admiring the way she walked and
the slimness of her long legs in the short skirt and clean white
knee-socks. Beautiful, innocent and now in distress.  He didn't take long
to make his decision.  It was worth a try - if there was any trouble, he
could always claim that he had known nothing about the Agency's operation.

   "Well, dear, one hundred dollars would allow me to do the engraving and
hold the tray until tomorrow.  You can pay the balance when you pick it
up."

   Jan's lips quivered.  "I can't get that much money by then - or maybe
ever!  It took my brothers and sisters months to make that much!".  She
dissolved into quiet sobs, scooping her possessions into a pile on the
counter.  "Can I have a bag to put my stuff in?"

   "Certainly, dear, certainly." He produced a small plastic bag and gave
it to the distraught girl.  She moved the comb, brush, a diary, a pack of
Kleenex, a few sticks of gum and a change purse into the bag.  "You know,
it might be possible for you to earn the money yourself."

   "Eighty dollars?" Jan was unconvinced.  "The only money I can make is
fifty cents an hour when I babysit.  Eighty dollars would take years!" She
sniffled dejectedly,

   "A pretty girl like you?  I'm sure you could make a lot more than that!
Have you ever done any modeling?  That pays a lot of money."

   "You mean like for catalogues and magazines and stuff?" She wiped her
nose with a tissue from the plastic bag.  "Where could I find a job like
that?"

   "As a matter of fact, I know an agency which is looking for pretty girls
like you who do modeling.  They are shooting photographs advertising toys
and clothes right now and I'm sure you would be perfect."

   Indeed, the clerk did know of a modeling agency - one which published
magazines with titles like 'Naughty Nymphets', 'Teenage Temptresses' and
'Preteen Teasers'.  The agency kept him supplied with 'no-nude' kiddy tease
magazines in return for his referrals.  It excited him to think that if all
went well, in a month or so he might see a layout featuring this gorgeous
little blonde showing off her panties for his masturbation pleasure!

   Jan wasn't sure what to do.  Marcia and Greg would be so mad at her and
they'd have nothing to give their parents on their anniversary.  Maybe it
would be O.K.  to see what modeling was like.

   The clerk could see her indecision.  "Look," he said, "their office is
just at the end of the mall.  Down the corridor near the washrooms.  Why
don't you go and talk to them.  I'll let them know you're coming to see
them and I'll keep the tray for you until tomorrow."

   Jan picked up the plastic bag with her belongings.  "O.K., I guess so. I
don't know what else to do...  Thank you." She sounded heartbroken and the
clerk smiled inside.

   As she left the store, the clerk picked up the telephone and hit the
speed dial.

   "Fashion Models.  May I help you?"

   "Mary, it's me, Mervyn.  I've sent another one your way."

   "O.K.  If she works out, there are a couple of issues of 'Pouting
Preteens' and some out-takes from last month's shoots for you."

   "Fine, but I want a bit more for this one.  She's something special and
if she goes for it, I want to watch the session through the 2-way."

   "You fuckin' pervert!  Bring your own tissues.  I'll call you if she's
game." Mary hung up.

   Mervyn had a major hard-on as he replaced the receiver and returned to
work.

   *****

   Act Two

   In which Jan has to make a difficult decision.

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   Jan turned down the corridor at the end of the mall and found the door
marked "Fashion Models Inc." Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle.
Inside, the office was small and comfortable with thick carpeting, a sofa,
a coffee table and a desk occupied by a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman
who immediately reminded Jan of their housekeeper, Alice.  There were two
doors behind the desk and a chair in front.  The woman rose to meet her.

   "Hi there.  I understand you might like to do some modeling.  My name is
Mary - why don't you sit down?"

   "Hello," said Jan, "I....  I...  guess so.  I don't know, really.  My
name is Jan Brady" She sat in the chair in front of Mary's desk, her head
lowered shyly.

   Mary had a solo operation, doing the photography, marketing and
circulation duties herself.  Being a woman often allowed her to push the
models to pose in ways which might be resisted if suggested by a man and
besides, it allowed her to indulge her liking for smooth young girls.  Men
were hard and hairy, women were softer but still hairy; kids like this were
beautiful and smooth as silk.  Wishing to avoid prosecution and jail, she
avoided sexual contact with her models, but she certainly enjoyed
photographing their youthful softness and developing bodies.  And there was
money to be made in the business; the circulation numbers for her preteen
tease magazines were increasing with every issue as pedophiles discovered
that they no longer had to frequent schoolyards and playgrounds to get
their fixes of little girl panties.

   Mary looked Jan up and down.  The perv had been right - she was
something special.  If she could be talked into posing for the magazine,
that innocent look, her long legs and tiny tits would have her readers
cumming their cookies in no time!

   "So Jan," Mary began, "we need a pretty little girl for the next issue
of one of our magazines and you look like just the sort of model we're
looking for right now." Jan lifted her head and her eyes lit up.  "We can
offer pay rates of ten dollars an hour, twenty-five dollars an hour and one
hundred dollars an hour depending upon the assignment."

   Jan was stunned!  Even ten dollars would take a month of babysitting and
here she could earn that in one hour!  One hundred dollars an hour was
beyond her imagination!

   "And all you want to do is take photographs of me?" she asked
incredulously.  "What kind of assignments are they?  Why is there such a
difference in money?

   Mary smiled.  "Well, Honey, the easiest thing is for me to show you."
She opened a drawer, removed a thick binder and passed it across to Jan. 
"The first section is photographs for which the models were paid ten
dollars an hour.  The second section twenty-five dollars and the third
section, one hundred dollars.  We select the photographs for our magazines
from all three sections.  Why don't you take a look at them and let me know
what you think?  I'll just go and have a cup of coffee and let you look
through the pictures."

   Mary stood up and went through one of the doors behind the desk.  Jan
slid the binder onto her lap and opened it to the first section.

   She leafed through the pages.  The pictures were all of young girls
about her own age although some were as old as Marcia and others younger
than Cindy.  They were all very cute and wore pretty dresses, skirts or
shorts.  They posed primly sitting on couches or chairs, standing facing
the camera or looking back over their shoulders at the lens.  They smiled
warmly and seemed quite comfortable with the camera.  Jan turned the
separator for section 2.

   These were pictures of the same girls in much the same clothes, but now
there was a difference.  Where section one might have a girl sitting primly
in a chair with her hands clasped in her lap, the picture in this section
had her leaning back in the chair with her legs crossed and holding her
dress higher up her thigh.  There were pictures of the girls sitting on the
couch but with their knees apart and Jan could see flashes of their panties
under their dresses.  Some of them were lying on the couch with their feet
drawn up, their skirts having slid up to the tops of their thighs.  All of
the girls in skirts or dresses were showing off their legs and in all of
them Jan could see just a little of their panties.  Sometimes it looked as
if their dresses had accidentally slid up their thighs; in others the girls
were deliberately holding them up until just a hint of their panties could
be seen.  The girls wearing shorts now sat with their legs spread apart and
some other models were on their hands and knees pushing their bums out to
the camera.  The girls still smiled, but now some of them made little
kissing motions with their lips or stuck their tongues out at the camera.

   Jan snapped the book shut.  She could feel the heat of embarrassment
rise in her cheeks and she didn't know what to think.  As long as she could
remember, her Mom had told her to make sure she kept her skirt down, to
always sit with her knees together and to never, ever allow anyone to see
her underpants!  And here were girls, just like her, letting themselves be
photographed doing exactly that!  She was truly shocked, but even more
surprised to feel a slight tingling in her tummy - or just below her tummy,
really.  It was the same thrill she had felt the time she had discovered
her brother Peter had hidden around the corner so he could look up her
skirt as she climbed the stairs to her room.  She had yelled at him, but
the tingle inside had felt really nice.  She found herself wondering what
might be in section 3......

   With trembling hands, the little girl opened the binder to section 3. 
One hundred dollars an hour!  The first girl lay on her back on the couch,
her dress up around her waist and her legs in the air.  She was about 8
years old and looked at the camera through eyes that were half closed; a
small frown creasing her forehead as if she was concerned about the viewer.
Her panties were white with small hearts and they were completely exposed.
Jan drew in a breath and turned the page.

   Another girl, this one her own age, stood facing the camera holding the
hem of her dress above her waist with both hands.  Her head was tilted back
slightly and she was licking her lips.  Her panties were light blue.  The
next page showed a girl on hands and knees, her bum towards the camera. 
Her dress had been pulled up and lay bunched on her back.  She looked back
at the camera with a teasing smile.  These girls knew they were being
naughty - that they were being paid to show off their underwear to whoever
was looking at those pictures.  "Now why would anyone want to look at
pictures like that?" thought Jan.  "Unless they..."

   She thought back to a conversation she'd had a few months ago with
Marcia and her friend Kathy one night in their bedroom.  They had been
talking about boys and Kathy had said that she'd caught her brother
'jerking off' to a dirty magazine.  Marcia had laughed and said she didn't
think her brothers did that but Kathy said that they probably did - Greg
and Peter anyway.  She said that all guys like to have orgasms and if they
can't get a girl to give them one, they'll do it themselves by jerking off.

   "What's 'jerking off?" Jan had asked.  She'd never heard of it before.
The two older girls looked at each other and giggled, but then Kathy had
explained that if a boy squeezed and stroked his penis, it would get big
and hard and feel really, really good.  After doing it for a while it would
squirt out a thick, white liquid called semen.  She told Jan that she would
learn about it next year in Health class.  Playing with their cocks and
making themselves cum was called 'jerking off'.  Kathy had added that
looking at pictures of girls while they did it made it feel even better!

   "Is that what these pictures are for?" Jan thought to herself, "for guys
to look at while they jerk off?  But they're only little girls!" She could
think of no other reason for pictures like these, though, so it had to be
that!

   The little blonde leafed through the remaining pages with increasing
wonder and disbelief.  All of the girls were exposing themselves with no
shame at all!  Legs spread wide, skirts and dresses raised high; panties
pulled tight over rounded bums and barely covered virginal mounds;
bubble-butts pushed obscenely out towards the camera.  A few had dark
eyeshadow and bright red lipstick on their faces and those pictures made
Jan giggle - it looked so strange on a little girl.  One picture was just
the heavily made-up face of an eight year old, her tongue licking her shiny
upper lip with an exaggerated expression.  None of the girls were naked and
that was good - there was no way Jan would ever let anyone take a picture
of her naked - but they all exposed their tight panties or pulled their
tops down tightly over their budding breasts which was almost the same; the
outline of their pussy lips or rosebud nipples pushing the material left
little to the imagination.  One of the girls had removed her blouse and
posed in her sheer little training bra, hunching her shoulders forward to
accentuate the soft swelling breast-flesh visible in her tiny cleavage. 
The looks on all their faces made it clear that these girls were
deliberately trying to excite the men looking at them; teasing them, making
them have erections and urging them to have an orgasm.  Jan struggled to
remember the word...., m..., mas...., masturbate!  That was it.  These
pictures must be in magazines for men to look at while they were
masturbating!

   Jan closed the binder and returned it to the desk.  Her mind whirled! 
These were incredible - there was no way she could do that kind of stuff!
But 100 dollars for an hour!  She could replace the lost money easily and
still have lots left over!  But could she really let someone take pictures
of her lifting up her skirt???  No.  No way!  Well....,maybe...., No!!  The
tingle inside made it hard for Jan to think straight - it had been getting
stronger and stronger as she leafed through section 3.

   Mary had been watching through a peephole in the door the whole time and
she let Jan sit and think for a minute or two before returning to the
office.

   "Well, Jan, what do you think?" she asked as she returned to her desk.
"Would you like to be in one of our magazines?

   "I..., I...., I don't know!" Jan's voice caught in her throat.  "I could
do pictures like section 1...., maybe even section 2, " she blushed.  "But
section 3...." Her voice trailed off.  "Aren't they illegal?  I thought you
could go to jail for taking pictures of kids like that!"

   "Absolutely not!" Mary replied firmly.  "There's no nudity or sex -
after all, you show much more when you go to the beach or swimming at the
pool.  If you tell your parents about this and they were to call the
police, nothing will happen because it is all perfectly legal."

   "No, I wouldn't tell anyone I was doing it." she said quietly, thinking
about the lost money.  "No-one needs to know.  It's not against the law? 
For sure?"

   "For sure!" Mary confirmed.  "You don't have to do any section 3
pictures if you don't want to, Jan.  Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money
for one hour's work.  Or even ten.  Whatever you want, Honey, its up to
you."

   Jan's brain was spinning with what she'd seen and heard.  She really
needed to pay for the silver tray, no-one would know and it was all legal.
But to show off her panties to masturbating men???

   "I need to think about it," she said finally.  "Can I call you later?"

   Mary smiled at her.  When they thought about it for more than thirty
seconds, they almost always went through with it.  It was as good as done!

   "No need to call, Honey.  I'll book you an appointment for tomorrow at
4, right after school.  If you come, we'll do a session, if not, then
that's O.K.  too.  There are quite a few other girls willing to work for a
hundred dollars an hour.  Have a good day, Jan."

   Jan stood slowly and left the office.  As she was climbing onto the
number 26 bus, the telephone rang in the jewelery store.

   "Heart of Gold Jewelery."

   "It's Mary.  She'll be here tomorrow at 4.  Be here by 3:30 or you'll
miss the show." Click.

   Mervyn smiled and called his colleague.  "You'll have to work tomorrow
afternoon, Gus.  I'm taking a half day off.

   ---------

   Jan was quiet that evening, preoccupied with the events of the
afternoon. Marcia had quizzed her on the plate and she had replied that it
was all taken care of - she would pick it up tomorrow.  Tomorrow!  She had
to be at Fashion Models after school!

   "Mom, I've been invited to Laura's for dinner tomorrow, O.K?  I'll go
home with her on the school bus?"

   Carol Brady was in the kitchen baking cookies with Alice.  "Sure, Jan.
Just make sure you're home before it gets dark."

   Jan lay in bed that night listening to Cindy's slow, regular breathing
and Marcia's faint snore.  She couldn't sleep.  She thought about the
photographs she had seen and what she would have to do to earn the $100. 
As she thought how it might feel to tease the unseen men with her young
body, the tingle began once again in the pit of her stomach.  She stared at
the dark ceiling and thought of the men who would be stroking their cocks
to her teasing, what they would look like as their hands worked on their
penises, pounding up and down, up and down, masturbating as she showed them
her panties.  Grown men moaning with need as she bent over for them,
pulling her panties tight against her bum or spreading her bare legs wide
apart or showing them her pretty little boobies in the training bra with
the daisies.  The tingle got stronger and stronger and although she tried
to make it go away by squeezing a pillow between her legs, it didn't help.
It was not until well after midnight that little Jan Brady finally fell
into an exhausted sleep, her decision finally made.

   *****

   Act Three

   In which Merv the Perv gets an eyeful and Jan makes a new friend.

   --------------

   The next morning, Jan searched her closet for an outfit she could wear
both to school and later for the photo session.  Although some of the
pictures she'd seen in the binder had the girls wearing sexy lingerie or
tight micro-miniskirts, most of them had been wearing everyday street
clothes.  The skirts and dresses had all been short, but most of Jan's
wardrobe consisted of short skirts and dresses - which although she was
totally ignorant of the fact, caused both of her older brothers no small
distress.  She finally settled on a neat chocolate brown skirt and vest
which she wore over a crisp checked blouse with a red scarf.  She pulled on
a pair of new pink nylon bikini panties and sat down to put on her socks
and shoes.  She ate breakfast with the mob, grabbed her lunch and with a
good-bye kiss for her mother headed off to school with her brothers and
sisters.

   The day passed quickly.  Jan's head wasn't into studying; she was
thinking about the upcoming photo session and the $100.  Once again, she
disembarked from the school bus at the mall and found her way to the door
marked "Fashion Models".

   Merv the Perv from the jewelery store had arrived half an hour earlier.
Mary had unlocked the room and left him to settle himself close to the
two-way mirror.  "What a pervert" she thought, "jerking off to little
girls." Still, whatever drove him also drove countless other men and was
what paid her bills, so she accepted it with a studied nonchalance and went
back to her desk.

   Twenty minutes later, there was a timid knock at the door and Jan
entered.

   "Hello, Jan!  I'm glad you decided to come.  My!  What a pretty outfit!
You look just wonderful!  Here, sit down while I finish the paperwork. 
Mary passed a pen and a form filled with long legal words across the desk.
"Just sign here and we'll get started.

   Jan looked at the form for a few seconds, still unsure if she could - or
should - go through with this.  Mary quickly opened another drawer and took
out a gray cash box from which she counted out five twenty dollar bills. 
"I'll just attach these to your copy of the form after you sign, Honey."

   Taking a deep breath, Jan signed her name to the bottom line and passed
it back to Mary.  Her girlish, loopy signature looked incongruous beside
the typewritten legalese.  Mary tore off the bottom copy, clipped the money
to the top and handed it back to Jan.  "There you go, dear.  Now why don't
we go back to the studio and get started?"

   Jan stuffed the money and the form into her new purse then followed Mary
through the right hand door into the studio.  It was a small well-lit room
containing a single bed, an easy chair and a sofa.  Camera equipment was
arranged on a table by the door and silver umbrella-shaped reflectors
directed light into the center of the room.  A large mirror was built into
the left hand wall.

   "I'll just be a moment, dear." said Mary as she picked up the camera and
loaded it with film.  She started arranging the lights and reflectors and
Jan searched in her purse for her hairbrush.  Standing in front of the
mirror in the wall, she pulled the brush through her white-blonde tresses
then reached back to re-tie the long red silk hair-ribbon at the back of
her head.  The movement pushed her tiny tits out fetchingly.

   Unbeknownst to Jan Brady, Merv the Perv was sitting just a few feet away
with his hand in his pants.  He stroked himself slowly while watching Jan
brush her hair.  She turned left, then right, examining her reflection in
the glass.  Putting away the hairbrush, she selected a tube of transparent
gloss which she began to apply to her lips.  Once they were slick and
shiny, she leaned closer to the mirror and made a little kissing motion at
her reflection - and at Merv.  He toyed with the head of his swollen penis,
watching her.

   'Those girls had all sorts of sexy expressions on their faces.' thought
Jan.  She moved closer to the glass, let her eyelids droop and ran the tip
of her pink tongue across her upper lip.  Merv's breathing became deeper
and faster and he fumbled with the belt of his jeans - he needed to free
his already hard cock to give it the attention this little cockteaser
warranted.  It seemed as if she were looking directly into his eyes!  Jan
tilted her head back and licked her lips again, this time following it with
an expression of concern; forming her slick lips into an exaggerated
'Ooooooh!'.  She tried to smile sexily, but she thought she looked a little
silly - like a little girl pretending to be a really hot woman - which was,
of course, exactly what she was.  She watched herself in the mirror, pursed
her shiny lips and made a few more kissing motions.  'Still looks silly,'
she thought, 'maybe if I do it a little more slowly, more deliberately.'
She tried a few more pouting kisses then licked her lips again.  Only a
foot on the other side of the glass, Mervyn fisted his rigid cock with a
steady rythmic stroking.

   She thought of her older sister and how she might look if she was trying
to turn on men.  Marcia always seemed to have a string of boys following
her - she had a permanent pouting come-on look that just excited men and
boys without even trying.  Jan could see the stares that Marcia got from
the male teachers and the boys at school as she flounced along the
corridors in her mini dresses and pantyhose.  It wasn't fair!  It was
always the same; Marcia is the prettier, Marcia is the smarter, Marcia has
another boyfriend, Marcia this, Marcia that, Marcia, Marcia, MARCIA!! 
Well, Mary had said that Jan was the kind of girl she was looking for - so
she could do it too; she could get men excited!  She fired a look at the
mirror which showed what she hoped was a combination of mock concern and
contempt for the men whom she would soon be driving to masturbation and ran
her tongue over both lips one last time.  Not bad, she thought.

   Not bad?!?  Jan's last look had hit Merv with a jolt that almost pushed
him to the point of no return!  What a tease!  He forced himself to release
his turgid prick and took a swig of the beer he'd brought with him.  Let
the show begin!

   "O.K., Jan, let's get going.  Just stand here, in front of this couch,
and clasp your hands in front of you." Mary brought the viewfinder to her
eye.  flash.  "Turn a little sideways, dear." flash "Now the other way. 
That's right." flash.  "Back to me and look over your shoulder, Honey. 
Pretty smile." flash.  Jan followed Mary's instructions and the photographs
were indeed good.  A lovely little blonde schoolgirl with a beautiful
smile. She threw her purse over her shoulder; flash, bent forward with her
hands on her knees, flash.  One hand on her hip, flash.  One knee bent on
the arm of the sofa, flash.  Mary took a few photographs with Jan sitting
on the edge of the sofa with her knees together then lowered the camera.

   "Those are beautiful, Jan!  We can take a few more like that and you can
just give me back the extra $90, or would you like to take some pictures
for section 2 of the binder, Hmmm?"

   'This isn't so bad,' Jan thought to herself, 'I can show more than
this....'

   "All right, Mary," she replied, "I'll try some like that."

   "Wonderful, dear!  Now cross your legs and slide the hem of that pretty
skirt up to show off your thigh." Mervyn now sat up straight and resumed
the manipulation of his cock.  flash.

   "Higher, Jan, Let's give them a glimpse of your pretty panties." flash.
"Cross your legs the other way....  that's it.  Keep that hem up high... 
Good!" flash.  "Now sit straight and open your legs just a bit - let those
dirty old men have a peek at your panties.  Oops!  Not so much, Jan, just a
peek.  Right!" flash.

   Mary had Jan lie back on the couch and raise her knees which gave a nice
view of the backs of the girl's thighs with just a tiny sliver of pink
nylon visible between them.  She coaxed Jan through pose after pose which
exposed just a little of her preteen charms, but enough to excite the
buyers of the magazine and keep them turning the pages for more of the
little blonde.

   Exposing her panties made Jan blush, but she followed Mary's
instructions.  She was flooded with a sense of immodesty - showing off like
this was so naughty - Mom and Dad would kill her if they knew - but the
idea that she was exciting strange men, getting them turned on and feeling
all hot gave her an exhilirating feeling.  A feeling, she was starting to
admit to herself, that she really liked.  Mary had her stand facing the
camera and look shyly at the lens while raising the side of her brown
skirt, flash, then she put down the camera.

   "Well, Jan," she said, "those were very good!  Now, how do you feel
about posing for Section 3 of the binder?

   Jan pressed her lips together.  Her entire body was tingling as never
before and her mind was filled with images of men and boys masturbating to
pictures of her.  She placed her black Mary Janes about two feet apart,
took the hem of her skirt in both hands and lifted it to her waist.  "Go
ahead!" she said excitedly, "I hope this makes those guys crazy!"

   "That's my girl," urged Mary, "make them really want you!  flash.  Turn
around and bend over.  That's it!  Keep your skirt up!" flash.  "O.K.,
Honey, sit on the floor with your back against the couch.  Now draw up your
knees," flash.  "And let them fall to the side.  flash.  This caused the
pink nylon of Jan's panties to stretch tightly across her pussy and she was
acutely aware that her crotch was totally exposed.  She felt a strong rush
of excitement and pursed her lips in a lascivious pout.  flash

   "That's great, Jan.  Now why don't you go over to the bed, lie on your
back and put your lovely long legs high in the air?"

   Mervyn was flushed, sweating and well on the way to orgasm.  The pretty
little blonde who had seemed so helpless yesterday in his shop was doing
exactly what he'd imagined when he first saw her.  Her blatent showing off
had his cock throbbing and dribbling as he fisted it - his attempts at
making it last failing miserably as he succumbed to Jan's lurid tease.  She
was awesome, with her long slim legs, cute face and white blonde hair.  So
innocent yet, when holding up her skirt and pouting, so damned slutty! 
Mervyn could feel the approach of his orgasm deep in his balls.

   Jan followed Mary's instructions and posed in increasingly lewd
positions.  With each flash of the camera, she felt a jolt of high-voltage
sexual energy which fueled the next pose.  She licked her lips often -
partially because the heat in her body made them dry and partially because
she thought it would arouse the men even further.  She rolled over on the
bed, lowered her shoulders to the mattress and pushed her tiny tight ass up
in the air, wiggling it from side to side flash.  "I bet that makes some of
those perverted old guys have an orgasm!" she thought as she spread her
knees wide, arched her back and looked back over her shoulder at Mary's
lens.  flash.

   Mary shot two more rolls of film as Jan Brady cavorted on the bed.  Her
skirt was rarely below her waist as she twisted and stretched into
positions which showed off her nylon-covered pussy to the best advantage.
`Look at me, you perverts!  Am I making you hot?  Am I making you jerk
yourselves off?' she thought as she exposed herself shamelessly, pulling
her knees wide apart and pumping her hips at the camera.  It was this
image, with Jan on her back, legs spread wide and her hands holding her
hips off the mattress that pushed Merv the Perv over the edge.  She had
turned her head towards the mirror to see how she looked but to Merv, she
was looking right at him while he masturbated to her.  She made an
exaggerated kissing motion at the mirror and Merv lost control.  His fist
flew up and down and with his eyes glued between Jan's open legs and the
tightly stretched crotch of her pink panties, he unloaded a stream of cum
which flew a foot into the air.  Muffling a groan, spasm after spasm of
pure pleasure surged through his body and his cock twitched and jerked in
his hand until its load was spent.  He started breathing again, cleaned up
with a tissue and watched her through the mirror as she finished the last
few pictures of the set.

   Jan had become oblivious to everything but her sexual excitement and the
flash of the camera.  Mary had stopped giving instructions; there was no
need - Jan's imagination was now carrying her into pose after pose, all of
them designed to excite and arouse the pedophiles to self-inflicted,
body-shaking orgasms.  She didn't know whether she was cockteasing them to
give them pleasure or to punish them for being such perverts, but she did
know that she wanted to make their cocks swell and throb - to tease them
into erections that were so hard that they were almost painful.  Hard for
her; erect for her; spewing streams of cum for her - not for Perfect Miss
Marcia, but for her - little Jan Brady!

   "Jan.  JAN!" Mary had to raise her voice to penetrate the fog in Jan's
brain.  "That's all we need - I've run out of film!  That was just
excellent!!"

   Jan snapped back to reality.  With her heart still pounding, she climbed
off the bed and tugged her brown skirt back down to its more modest
position of mid-thigh.  She was amazed at the feelings that had just
coursed through her young body.  It was like nothing she had ever felt - so
incredibly good and incredibly shameful all at the same time.  She
recovered her purse and followed Mary to the door.

   "That was truly excellent, Jan!  I've never seen a first-timer do so
well.  Anytime you'd like to do another session, just come on down.  I know
the readers will be hoping to see you again soon."

   "Thanks, Mary," answered Jan.  She dug her hairbrush from her purse and
pulled it through her hair.  "But I don't think so.  That wasn't...., I
dunno...., that wasn't really me on the bed - it was like a stranger took
over.  I think this will be the last time - even for all that money."

   "Well, that would be a shame," said Mary, "A lot of men will be
disappointed.  If you change your mind, be sure to give me a call." She
looked at her watch and began rearranging the photography gear.  "I have an
appointment to see another young girl in a few minutes - she's about your
age with long brown hair.  If she's in the office, would you please tell
her to come in?

   "Sure," said Jan.  "Goodbye, Mary." Jan opened the door and taking a
deep breath, left the most unusual and unexpected event in her young life
behind.

   ----------------

   Jan pulled the studio door closed with a 'click'.  Sitting on the couch
in the office was the little brunette Mary had mentioned.  She looked to be
about twelve or maybe thirteen and was very pretty.  Her dark brown hair
was a little longer than shoulder-length and fell in bangs on her forehead.
She had soft-looking, pouty lips and was wearing a pair of tight jeans and
a tank-top.

   "Is Mary in the studio?" she asked.

   Jan was more than a little distracted.  "I'm sorry," she apologised,
"what did you say?"

   The girl smiled.  "That's O.K.  I'm here to see Mary.  Did you just come
from a session?"

   "Uh huh" answered Jan with a wry smile.

   "They can be pretty weird - especially the first time.  This your
first?"

   "Yes," said Jan," and I don't know what to think!"

   The girl stood up and took Jan's hand.  "I've done a few of them for her
magazines as well.  Would you like to have a Coke or something after I see
Mary?  I'll only be a second - I forgot to sign a release for the last
session."

   "I'd love to!" It would be good to talk to someone who knew how she felt
- that combination of shame and excitement.

   "Great!  I'll meet you at the food fair in a few minutes."

   Jan left the office and headed for the restaurant area.  She bought two
Cokes and found a table in the corner, away from everyone.  Less than five
minutes later, the little brunette appeared.

   She sat down opposite Jan and set her purse on the table.  Jan pushed
the Coke towards her.

   "Thanks." said the girl.  "I'm Gwendolyn Cooper - my friends call me
Winnie for short." She smiled warmly.  "And you are...?"

   "Jan.  Jan Brady." They shook hands.

   "Are you from around here?" asked Jan, "I haven't seen you at school."

   Winnie Cooper took a sip of her Coke.  "No, I'm from Culver City.  When
my Mom and Dad split up, my Mom moved here and I came with her.  We live
about 5 miles away."

   "Oh," said Jan, "that's too bad." She remembered what it was like having
a single mom.

   "Yeah.  I liked my school and my boyfriend Kevin really wanted me to
stay, but it's not bad here," replied Winnie, "there's a lot more to do
than back home." There was a silence as the girls sipped their Cokes.

   "I do know how you feel," continued Winnie, "doing all that stuff for
the photos.  Part of you thinks its wrong, part of you feels embarrassed;
yet part of you is excited and wants to do it again, right?"

   Jan smiled shyly.  "Yes.  That's exactly right." She tried to explain.
"Mom always told me to act lady-like; to be careful how I sat, to keep my
knees together - that sort of thing.  And those photos....., well, they
certainly were not lady-like!"

   "No, they're not," agreed Winnie, "but the guys that buy those magazines
don't want to see girls being modest - if they did, they'd jerk off looking
at Girls' Wear in Sears catalogue or something.  They want to see us acting
like little sluts and cockteasers.  Pervs!"

   Jan had certainly never thought of herself as being a cockteaser before,
but she had to admit, that's exactly what she had been doing in the
photographs.  The thought made her blush furiously.

   Winnie smiled and leaned forward confidentially.  "You'll get over being
shy or embarrassed, but you'll never get over the excitement.  It is just
so cool to see what you can do to men by giving them a little flip of your
skirt or a peek down your blouse!"

   Jan's look was non-commital - the only experience she had with
deliberate teasing had been with today's session and there had been no-one
there but Mary.

   "Have you done many sessions?" asked Jan.  Winnie seemed quite
comfortable about the whole thing.

   "Just a few.  Five, altogether." She counted them off on her slim
fingers.  "I'll be in the same magazine as you - it's called 'Preteen
Panties' by the way, if you can believe the title!" She rolled her eyes. 
"I did sessions for 'Teasing Teens', 'Hot Nymphets and 'Little Girl
Gallery' as well - those are more of Mary's perv magazines - and I did a
private session with one guy."

   "A private session?  With a guy??" Jan was intrigued.

   Winnie explained.  "Mary set it all up - I went to his hotel room.  He
was an important businessman or politician or something from back east and
he wanted to take some photographs himself.  He was real tall, with dark
hair and an expensive-looking suit." She looked down at the Coke and played
with the straw.  He wanted me to do the same sort of stuff as Mary - lift
my skirt, show off my bum, lick my lips - that sort of thing.  He got real
excited!"

   Jan leaned forward so as not to miss a word.  "Is it harder doing it for
a man than for Mary?"

   "Nah, not really.  Especially not when he offered me another hundred
dollars for something 'extra'." Winnie looked at Jan mysteriously.

   "Something extra?  Like what??"

   "Well," Winnie continued "I could tell his penis was getting hard while
he took the pictures because there was a big lump in his pants.  After he
ran out of film, he wanted me to keep posing and I could see him sort of
stroking himself through his pants.  Finally, he sat me on his lap and told
me that I had made his penis really big and hard and that he would give me
an extra hundred dollars if I stroked it for him."

   Jan sat up straight in surprise.  "What did you do?  Did you....."

   Winnie nodded.  "I didn't answer at first - I wasn't sure if I should do
it - but then he started saying things like 'Please, Baby, Please!' and I
thought how cool it was to have this big important man pleading with little
ol' me to play with his cock.  So I brushed my fingers over the bulge in
his pants and he went crazy!  'Oh, God, Yes!  Touch me again!  Please... 
Touch me again!' and stuff.  I told him to take it out and he almost tore
his pants he was in such a rush!  I took my time with him, though - he was
so turned on he just wanted me to pump him until he shot, but I liked
making him moan and plead and beg so I made it last - you know, getting him
close then slowing down?  I did that four or five times before I finally
finished him off."

   Jan didn't know, but she wasn't going to tell Winnie that.

   "Such a big, strong, powerful man, and me just a little girl who had him
almost in tears before I let him have his orgasm." She slowly shook her
head in amazement.  "It was so cool!!  I'm sure I could have made him give
me even more money, but I didn't - I almost felt sorry for him - he wanted
it so bad!"

   The two girls giggled, then chatted about the sessions, finding out what
guys liked and how to use it to tease them, about perverts who liked little
girls, about how to get guys really hot just by talking to them and lots
more.  Before she knew it, an hour had passed and Jan got up.

   "Thanks Winnie!  It's been really great talking to you - I feel much
better now, but I have to go - I have to pick up an anniversary gift for my
parents."

   Winnie got up as well.  "Sure.  Thanks for the Coke.  Maybe I'll see you
at Mary's some time.  See ya!"

   Jan walked towards the jewellery store, paid for the engraved silver
plate with her newly earned money then jumped onto the number 26 bus to go
home.  She made sure that she sat with her legs slightly apart and then
watched the middle-aged man across from her.  His eyes immediately went to
her legs and he took a quick glance up her skirt before looking away.  He
looked so funny; over and over again he'd sneak a peek then quickly look
away..., sneak a peek then quickly look away.  She stifled a giggle.  When
her stop came, she spread her legs wide for a moment and, catching him with
his eyes on the crotch of her pink panties, gave him a big smile before
standing up.  Winnie was right - men were so easy!!

   *****

   Act Four

   In which Greg makes a shocking discovery.

   --------------

   Six weeks later, Greg Brady chained his bike to the rack and strode
purposefully towards the mall entrance.  Fourteen years old, his body
filled with the raging hormones of a young teenaged boy, all he could think
of was sex!  It didn't help that for the last three years, he had been
driven crazy by his step-sisters.  All of them had hair of gold, like their
mother; the youngest one in curls and they were all gorgeous!  Even Cindy
was giving him boners - especially when she wore those really short
kiddy-skirts and climbed all over the furniture exposing her white cotton
panties!  Marcia was growing boobs now and seemed very proud of them the
way she stuck out her chest every chance she got; Jan had the tightest
little ass he'd ever seen and even Mom had tits which she sometimes showed
off in low-cut tops.  He had recently earned a metaphorical slap on the
wrist by getting caught with his gaze fixed on the delicious swelling of
flesh down the front of Carol's blouse.  "My eyes are up here, Greg!" she
had said, pointing to her face.  Three years of frustration - peeks at
panties or bra straps, tight jeans, short skirts and dresses, Mom's bulging
tits, bikini swim-suits, short baby-doll pyjamas - it seemed that he was
always erect and aching.  Even twice-daily jerking off wasn't enough!

   He pushed through the swinging doors and headed for the 'Rent-A-Box'
where he had a private mailing address.  It wouldn't do to have his
magazines delivered to the house!  A small ad in the back of a borrowed
'Cavalier' magazine had offered a selection of magazines aimed at men who
like teenaged girls.  The tiny picture visible in the ad had looked
remarkably like Marcia so with a good deal of excitement, he'd sent away
for it.  The result, while titillating, was somewhat of a disappointment -
the girl had looked only vaguely like his sister with her long,
center-parted hair being the only real similarity.  Nonetheless, the
advertising insert included in the magazine's packaging had stirred both
his interest and his prick!

   One of the mags had been called 'Preteen Panties' and the small cover
illustration had featured a very young girl raising her skirt.  Greg
actually masturbated to that picture more than to the girls in the magazine
itself.  Perhaps it was a function of his sisters' extended - if unknowing
- tease that he'd lived with for the past 3 years, but he had immediately
sent another money order to the publisher's address.  He was hoping the
magazine would be there today.

   YESSSS!!!!  Excellent!!  He withdrew the thin brown package stamped
'Educational Materials' and almost ran back to his bike.  Stuffing the
package into the waist of his pants, he pedalled furiously back home. 
Usually, as he shared a room with his two brothers, privacy was an issue
but everyone was out with Dad and Mom this morning so Greg took the stairs
two at a time, locked his bedroom door behind him and excitedly opened the
package.

   "Man!  What a gorgeous little redhead!" he thought as he examined the
cover.  She looked to be just a little older than Cindy and was lifting her
dress coyly, her head tilted to the side.  Greg's erection was immediate
and hard.  He lay back on his bed, folded a pillow behind his head,
unzipped his jeans and began looking through the magazine.  His hand
quickly began working his stiff cock as he flipped through the pages.  This
was what he had been looking for!!  The first pictures were of the little
girl showing only a little bit of thigh, but on the following pages, the
redhead was posed in all sorts of shameless ways - on her back with her
legs spread wide, on her tummy with her dress bunched up around her waist
and her tongue sticking out, holding a teddy bear with one hand while the
other held up her dress - Greg's heart was pounding with excitement.

   The next girl was a pretty brunette a little younger than Marcia, with
shoulder-length hair and bangs; she was wearing a pleated gray skirt and
pantyhose.  The theme was the same - a few prim and proper pictures, then
the girl began exposing her panties in every way conceivable.  He
especially liked the picture where she bent over the back of a couch with
her skirt up allowing him to see her white panties clearly through the
sheer nylon pantyhose.

   Greg masturbated slowly, enjoying the sight of these girls teasing and
taunting him with their legs, tight little bottoms and panty-encased
pussies.  Man!  If only he could see Marcia or Jan like that!!  The thought
almost took him over the edge, but he was just able to stop.  He gave
himself a minute to slow his breathing and let his orgasm retreat a bit,
then turned to the next page.

   The next little girl had long blonde hair and was sitting primly on a
sofa with her hands in her lap.  Wow!  This one really looked like Jan! 
Greg's hand returned to work in his pants.  Geez!  She really looked like
Jan!  He turned the page and the girl had crossed her legs and pulled her
skirt up to the top of her thigh.  Greg stopped jerking and looked more
closely at the model.  He couldn't believe how much she looked like his
little sister.  He sat up on the edge of his bed, trained the reading light
onto the magazine and turned the page.  The girl was standing beside a bed
licking her lips, and her brown skirt was pulled up to her waist.  Her pink
nylon bikini panties were completely exposed.  Greg stuffed the magazine
under his mattress, listened carefully, then quietly tiptoed through their
shared bathroom and into the girls' bedroom.  He pulled open the folding
door to Jan's closet and searched through the clothing hanging from wooden
hangers.

   There it was!  The same outfit worn by the girl in the magazine!  He
returned to his room, took out the magazine and studied the pictures in the
layout closely.  He was sure now - either the girl really was Jan, or Jan
had an identical twin - and one who had exactly the same outfit.  A flood
of heat and excitement passed through his body and he found himself
lowering his jeans and underwear then falling back onto his bed.  He
grabbed his cock and started full-stroke masturbation.  His little sister,
taunting him and tormenting him with sex-tease!!  He stared at the pictures
of Jan holding up her dress, sticking her tight little ass into the air,
spreading her legs wide to expose her crotch, licking her lips and leering
at him in his need.  He pumped faster and looked at her lying on her tummy,
her bum slightly elevated and her legs spread in such a way that her pussy
lips were clearly visible.  On the final page, there was his sister lying
on her back holding her legs in the air and pulling them wide apart with
her hands.  It was more than Greg could take; he exploded with the hardest,
longest orgasm of his young life, spurting great shots of pearly cum over
his hand and belly.  Over and over the streams of semen shot into the air
and an agonized groan escaped from his lips.

   When Greg had finally recovered from his earth-shattering orgasm, he hid
the magazine and lay down to think.  So his sister Jan was modeling for a
jerk-off magazine, a little cocktease who knew how to really get guys
going. 'I'll bet no-one else knows about this,' he thought to himself, 'and
I wonder what she might do to keep it that way?'

   --------------------

   An hour later, Greg was again masturbating to the photographs of his
little sister.  She was such a turn on with her long slim legs and little
bubble-butt pushed out towards the camera.  He made it last as long as he
could, but the blonde cocktease and his own intense horniness had him
shooting another load ten minutes later.  He staggered to the shower to
clean up and as the hot water splashed down over his body, the answer came
to him.  He wanted Jan to show off for him the same way she did for the
camera and the faceless men who bought that magazine.  He would threaten to
show it to Mom and Dad, Peter, Marcia and the guys at school unless she
showed him her panties like in the photographs.  Real, live jerk-off
material for as long as he wanted!  All he had to do was wait for the right
moment.

   *****

   Act Five

   In which Mrs.  Brady makes a diagnosis and Bobby takes his medicine

   --------------

   The following Monday, Carol Brady was preparing for a meeting of her
afternoon bridge club.  She'd luxuriated in a relaxing bubble bath and was
putting the final touches to her make-up prior to dressing when there was a
quiet knock on the bedroom door.

   "Come in!" she called, putting the cap on the mascara and turning to see
the visitor.  It was Bobby.  He closed the door behind him and leaned
against the doorknob.  There was a worried look on his face.

   "What's wrong, Bobby?" She went to the bed and patted a place beside
her. Bobby sat.

   "I think there's something wrong with me, Mommy," he said.  Concern
flooded across Carol's face.

   "What is it, Sweetheart?  Why do you think something's wrong?

   Bobby squirmed and wrung his little hands.  "It's my nibby.  I was
playing with Cindy and I could feel something funny in my nibby and when I
checked, it was too big and it felt funny when I touched it." He was
obviously in some distress.

   Carol put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze.  "O.K,
Bobby.  You were playing with Cindy?" He nodded.  "And what game were you
playing?" she asked.

   "We wus playing circus and we wus acrobats doing cartwheels and
somersaults an' stuff.  We wus having a contest to see who could do
handstands against the fence for the longest." He brightened a bit.  "I did
it for a whole two minutes!  Cindy only did it for one minute."

   "Good for you, Bobby!" Carol squeezed his shoulders again.  She thought
for a moment.  Cindy usually wore cute little dresses and Carol was sure
that she'd been wearing one this morning.

   "Was Cindy wearing a dress when she was doing handstands?" she asked. 
Bobby nodded.

   "And I guess when she did the handstand for one minute her dress must
have fallen down and you could see her underpants, right?" Bobby nodded
again.

   "Bobby, was that when you noticed your nibby was getting big?  When you
were looking at Cindy's legs and underpants?"

   "Uh huh." said Bobby.  Another mystery solved!  Carol smiled
reassuringly.

   "No need to worry, Bobby, its perfectly normal.  As you get older, it
will probably happen whenever you see a girl's underwear and at some other
times, too.  We'd better just have a look, though, to make sure."

   She stood him up, loosened his jeans and slid down his Superman
underpants.  He was such a cute boy and Carol had never seen a little boy's
penis.  Having had only a sister and then three daughters, the only cocks
she had seen were those of teenaged boys or adult males.  Bobby's cock and
little balls would fit in the palm of her hand.  It was difficult to
imagine him with a hard-on for Cindy!  She examined his smooth, hairless
little penis closely - he was beautiful!

   "It's not big now." she said.  Let's do a test to make sure I was
right." Bobby nodded and Carol pulled him between her knees so that his
cute bum rested against her inner thigh.  She put her arm around his waist
to support him.

   "O.K.  Bobby, I want you to think of what Cindy was doing, playing
acrobat.  She did a handstand against the fence.  Think about how her dress
fell down and you could see all of her legs.  Cindy has long legs, doesn't
she?  Long and slim.  Was she wearing little white ankle socks?  Think
about Cindy's dress falling down and how you could see her underpants. 
Think about that.  What colour were Cindy's underpants, Bobby?"

   "They wus white," replied Bobby, "with little flowers on them."

   "That's good, Bobby, think about Cindy's white panties and her long
legs." Carol watched as Bobby's little cock began to stir.  Right before
her eyes, it slowly began to swell.

   "Think about how it would feel to touch Cindy's legs.  Would you like to
do that Bobby?  Maybe go up to her while she was doing a handstand and put
your hands on her legs and feel her."

   Bobby's cock was now standing straight out from his body.  Carol
continued.  "Do you think you'd like to see Cindy take her panties down,
Bobby?" Carol asked quietly.  "To see her bare bottom and between her
legs?" Bobby nodded.

   "There you are, Bobby!  See?  When you think about Cindy's legs and
panties, your nibby gets hard, just like I told you." Carol took his now
erect penis in her perfectly manicured hand.  He flinched at the contact,
and his little cock swelled even more.  The little knob was dark pink and
looked so cute!

   Bobby looked up.  "It feels funny again, Mom.  Kind of tingling.  How
can I make it go back down?"

   Carol made a quick decision.  If she were to 'help' him make his nibby
go back down, it would make her job much easier when he grew to be a
teenager - she'd already have him under her thumb, so to speak.  There was
little doubt in her mind that if she could get the little guy off, he'd be
back for more and any misbehaviour on his part would result in her
withdrawing the pleasure her hand could provide.

   "I can make it go down if you want, Honey, Do you want me to fix you
up?" She took his his little erection into her hand and gave it a gentle
squeeze.

   Bobby flinched again but then nodded.  "Fix me up, Mom, please."

   Carol pulled him closer and closed her fingers around the little prick.
Although erect, it was still so small that there was little room to make a
full stroke.  Carol decided to use her fingertips on the head instead of
pumping his shaft.  That could come later, when he was bigger.

   She held him tight around the waist and teased the head with her
fingertips, gently rubbing and tapping the velvety smoothness.  Bobby let
out a little whimper and pushed his hips forward.  "Harder, please, Mom" he
said.

   She scraped her long fingernails lightly up and down Bobby's shaft then
gently twisted the head, pulling it carefully then running her fingers
around the tiny ridge at the bottom.  Bobby started to squirm, so Carol
squeezed him in place between her legs and tightened her grip around his
waist.

   "It's O.K., Honey.  Feels nice, doesn't it?" She formed a ring with her
thumb and forefinger and rapidly rubbed up and down over the ridge at the
base of his tiny cockhead.  "Think about Cindy showing off her panties and
nice long legs."

   "Jan, too," he whispered, "an' Marcia.  I wanna see their underpants
too!"

   Carol smiled.  Little Bobby was certainly growing up!  Having three
pretty sisters who gave him hard-ons was going to make the next few years
interesting for the little guy - not to mention a mother with a 'helping
hand'.  She went back to massaging his firm, hot cockhead with the tips of
her fingers.

   "Mmmm..., mmmm....," Bobby moaned as Carol worked on his little prick.
His young body was filled with a maelstrom of new sensations and urges.  He
pushed his hips into his step-mother's teasing hand, trying to increase the
pleasure he was feeling.  Carol's robe had loosened and fallen away from
her breasts leaving a gap to where young Bobby's eyes were irresistably
drawn.  He could see the enticing swell of the tops of her ample breasts.

   "Can I see your boobies, Mom?" Bobby asked breathlessly.  The urge to
see Carol's breasts had come from nowhere - he didn't know why; he had
never thought of it before but the strange feelings that were flooding
through his body were all new to him and he was too young to even begin to
understand them - much less control them.  He was being carried along on
the waves of pleasure generated by Carol's stroking, massaging hand.

   Carol Brady felt a rush of heat when Bobby asked to see her tits.  Her
manipulation of the little boy's penis had not left her unaffected; she
could feel herself becoming moist between her legs and her large pink
nipples were already tingling and sending jolts of pleasure through her
body.

   `In for a penny, in for a pound.' she thought.  "O.K, Bobby.  You can
see them.' She released Bobby's cock and moved him away a little so that
she could slip her robe off of her naked shoulders.  Underneath was a low
cut, cream colored camisole with lace trim.  She had been about to dress
before Bobby's arrival interrupted her, so she was wearing no bra and the
camisole barely hid her luscious mounds.  Her large pink nipples were
clearly outlined under the satin.

   Carol looked at Bobby, standing before her with jeans and Superman
underpants around his knees and his small, pink penis swollen and sticking
straight out from his body.  His gaze was fixed on the swelling of her
camisole.  Her own urges were now making themselves felt and reaching for
Bobby again, she guided him to the bed beside her.  She eased him towards
her, turning him so that he lay on his back with his little head in her lap
and then used her hands to scoop both of her big, soft breasts out of the
camisole.

   "There you go, Bobby!" she said.  Cradling his head in the crook of her
elbow, she brought his face to her left breast.  Holding it with her right
hand, she guided the pink nipple towards his lips.

   Instinctively, Bobby opened his mouth and began sucking.  Carol gasped
and squeezed her tit, pushing it further into the little boy's mouth.  The
nipple quickly became erect from the friction of his tongue and with
pleasure coursing through her body, she once again took his cock into her
hand.  It seemed to have grown even more, pulsing and twitching under her
touch.  His groan was muffled by the breast in his mouth.

   Carol resumed her manipulation of Bobby's penis, squeezing gently,
twisting the head and scraping her fingernails up and down the shaft.  He
pressed his face harder into her soft breastflesh, sucking noisily at her
nipple and moaning quietly under his step-mother's teasing touch.  His mind
was filled with images of girls - Cindy's panties and long legs, Jan's
short skirts, Marcia's small, rounded titties and his Mom's bulging
breasts. He had never, ever felt this good in his whole life, and with
every movement of his Mom's hand, it felt better and better.  He brought
his hands up to hold the breast, squeezing its softness as he sucked.

   The added stimulation of her breasts had made Bobby's little cock grow
even further and she could now apply full strokes to his shaft.  She pumped
gently, twisting her fist as it traveled up and down his little prick,
squeezing the head at the top of the upstroke.  He started squirming
violently, thrusting his hips upwards towards her hand, muffled grunts
escaping from his full mouth.

   Carol held him tightly in her cradling arm, talking quietly into his
ear. "It's all right, Bobby, it's all right.  Just let it happen.  It feels
good, doesn't it, Honey?  up and down..., up and down...  "Trying to make
his new-found pleasure even more intense, she whispered ideas, thoughts and
suggestions all calculated to arouse the little boy even more.  "Think
about Marcia, Bobby.  Think about her lifting her dress and pulling down
her panties for you.  Would you like that?" Bobby grunted and squirmed. 
"She'd let you look at the slit between her legs, or bend over for you and
show you her bare bum.  Would you like to see Marcia without any panties
on?" up and down..., up and down....  "And Jan - would you like Jan to
touch you just like I'm doing now?  Hmmm?  Jan has such soft tiny hands, I
bet they'd feel good working on your nibby like this.  Oops!  Careful with
your teeth, Bobby, no teeth!  Just suck on my booby, mmmmm, yes, like
that."

   Bobby sucked and squeezed, his tongue lashing at Carol's nipple. 
Suddenly, the tone of his small muffled grunting changed - lower and more
throaty, and he pressed his face harder into her breast.  Carol recognized
the symptoms - obvious even in one so young.  Her hand had ignited an
orgasm, and he was now rushing headlong toward it.  She removed her nipple
from his mouth - not wanting him to lose control and bite her while racked
by his orgasm.  She pushed his thin thighs as wide apart as possible then
returned to her work, pumping and twisting the little boy's cock with
increasing speed.

   "O.K., Bobby, this is going to feel really, really good.  Don't fight,
just let me take you through it." up and down...., up and down...  A quiet
moan came from deep in Bobby's throat.  It went on and on, rising slowly in
pitch and stopping only so the little guy could take a breath.  Carol felt
his cock get harder and thicker so increased the speed of her fist to about
two strokes a second.  She held his shoulders tightly as his body started
to buck and finally, her relentless pumping produced a small discharge of
clear liquid at the end of his bright pink cockhead.  Bobby cried out, his
body twitched and tensed half-a-dozen times and then he went limp on
Carol's lap, his eyes searching her face.

   "There, now, Honey.  Wasn't that good?  Your nibby will go down all on
its own now.  See?  I've fixed you up just fine!  But we don't want to be
telling anyone about what we did, O.K?  If we want to do it again sometime,
we have to keep it a secret." She gently set Bobby on his feet, pulled up
his pants and fastened his belt.  He had recovered to the point where he
could now speak in normal tones.

   "Thank you, Mommy" he said.  "I'm good at keeping secrets.  I don't tell
- not even to Cindy!"

   "That's good, Sweetheart," said Carol, fitting her tits back into her
top and fastening her robe.  "Now, off you go and play.  Mommy's got to get
ready to go out."

   -----

   After dinner that evening, Carol was reading the newspaper in the family
room while Mike did a little work in his office.  Bobby came into the room,
looking over his shoulder then stood by the arm of Carol's chair.

   "Mom?", he said quietly, looking around the room.  "Can you fix me up
again?"

   Carol smiled and give the little boy a hug.

   *****

   Act Six

   In which Greg holds all the cards but Jan wins the hand.

   -----------------

   Greg, wearing only his jockeys and a T-shirt, sat at the kitchen table
and ate his cereal.  A whole day without the thundering horde!!  Mom and
Dad had gone two hours ago with Marcia, Cindy, Peter and Bobby headed for
Anaheim and Disneyland but Greg had begged off, insisting that he was too
old for Mickey Mouse and that he had football practice that morning.  A
white lie that would give him some hard-to-come-by privacy for a while. 
Jan had stayed the night at her friend Laura's, and was due back later in
the day.

   Breakfast over, he went back upstairs, extracted the copy of 'Preteen
Panties' from under his mattress and then lay back on his bed to enjoy it.
As always, he turned straight to the pictures of Jan, but before he even
had a chance to start stroking, the noise of the garage door opening
outside got his attention.  He jumped off the bed and looked out of the
window to see Jan pushing her bike into the garage.  She was home early! 
His heart skipped a beat - this was his chance!

   He pulled on his jeans and took the stairs two at a time, meeting Jan
just as she passed through the glass doors into the house.  She had on a
checked blouse and a bright red dress that stopped half-way down her thighs
along with red knee socks.  His cock twitched when he saw her.

   "Hi, Greg!" she said.  "Everyone gone to Disneyland?"

   "Yeah,'" he answered, "you're home early."

   "Uh huh.  Laura forgot that she had to visit her grandmother this
morning and I didn't want to go with her."

   She started to walk past him, but Greg reached out and took her arm. 
"Listen, Jan, there's something I want to talk to you about." He walked
with her into the kitchen, searching for the words.  She went to the
fridge, poured a glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table.  "O.K.  So
what's up?" she asked.

   He wasn't sure how to broach the subject, but quickly decided that he
should just go for it - he had the leverage, that was for sure.  He sat at
the table opposite his sister.

   "O.K.  This is how it is." he said.  "You've been driving me crazy with
those short little dresses you wear.  You've got really nice legs and I'd
like to see more of them so I want you to lift up your skirt and show me
your panties." There.  It was out.

   Jan stared at him, a blank expression on her face.  Greg could see her
mental gears spinning.

   She frowned and shook her head as if to clear it.  "What did you say???"

   "I said your legs really turn me on and I want to see you pull up your
dress!  What's hard to understand about that?"

   A look of horrified indignation spread over her pretty face and she
jumped up from the table, almost knocking over her glass of milk.  "You're
crazy!" she cried, "And I'm going to tell Mom what you just said!" She
started towards the stairs, but Greg grabbed her arm as she went past.

   "No, you're not." he stated.  "If you can show off your panties to
thousands of men in a magazine, you can show them to me as well!" He
reached for the hem of her short skirt, but she pulled sharply and escaped
his grip.  She backed away into the living room, her look of indignation
now one of wide-eyed astonishment tinged with fear.

   "What do you mean?  I've never done anything like that!  You're crazy!"
she repeated.  She backed further away and Greg followed her into the
living room.

   "A picture is worth a thousand words Jan, and I've got the pictures. 
The magazine is called 'Preteen Panties'.  Ring any bells?"

   Jan stared at him for what seemed an eternity and then sank slowly onto
the sofa, shaking her head.  "Oh, no, no, no!  You've seen them?" she
moaned.  Her worst nightmare had just become reality; her very biggest
secret was a secret no longer and she was devastated.  "Who else knows?"
she whispered, "has anyone....."

   "No.  Just me." he replied.  "We could keep it that way, you know. 
After all, you did it for all those strangers, I'm sure you could do it for
your own brother - well, step-brother."

   Jan was silent while she fought back tears of despair and tried to
think. It was no good to keep denying it - he must have the magazine or he
would never have known its name.  If he told Mom and Dad, or even worse his
friends at school, she would just die!  Maybe she could do what he wanted,
if he promised to keep it a secret.  As she considered the possibility of
showing off for Greg, the now-familiar thrill started low down in her body.

   She looked at him earnestly.  "Greg, if I do it for you, will you
promise not to tell anyone that I'm in that magazine?"

   "Of course I promise, Jan," he assured her, "I don't really want to get
you in trouble, I just want to get a good look at your legs and panties!!"
He tried to laugh, but she was still too distraught even to smile.  She
looked down at the floor, then back up at Greg.

   "Just like in the magazine?  That's all?"

   He had her!  He felt a tremendous rush of excitement and his cock
started to swell inside his jeans.  She was going to do it!!  "Just do the
same as what you did in the magazine, O.K?" He held his breath.

   The pleasant tingle inside got stronger and stronger as she thought
about it.  It was really weird, but she decided it would be worth it.  She
took a deep breath, then nodded.  "O.K." she said, "I'll do it.  But only
if you promise, cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die, that you'll never, ever
tell anyone about me being in that magazine!"

   Greg stood up, his heart pounding like a pile-driver.  "Deal!" he said.
"Lets go upstairs!"

   She got to her feet and headed towards the stairs.  Greg followed and as
Jan went up the steps, he stopped at the bottom.

   "Aren't you coming?" she asked with a puzzled look.

   "Uh huh, but I've always wanted to look up your skirt while you went up
the stairs and now I can!" He smiled again and this time he was rewarded
with a half-smile back.  She turned and slowly continued to the top of the
stairs, acutely aware of Greg's eyes searching for her panties under her
skirt.  His gaze was almost tangible.  She turned at the top and looked
down at him.  His eyes were locked on her slim legs.

   He snapped out of it.  "I'll be right there!" he called, and took off
for the kitchen.  Jan walked down the hall to her bedroom, thinking about
her conversation with Winnie Cooper in the mall.  If she could get Greg
really excited - make him want her more and more - and if she gave him just
a little taste...., he'd fall over himself to keep her secret.  It was
certainly worth a try; she had nothing to lose.

   Greg grabbed a pair of scissors from the junk drawer in the kitchen.  He
pulled the pockets of his jeans inside out and cut large holes at the
bottom.  He could put his hands in his pockets and if he was careful, he
might be able to squeeze his cock while Jan posed.  Man!  That would feel
so good!

   He took the stairs two at a time and went into the girls' bedroom.  Jan
was was sitting on the end of her bed looking a little nervous.  "I've
never seen the magazine," she said, "there were a lot of pictures and I
don't know which ones they used.  You do want me to do the same poses as in
the magazine, right?"

   Greg nodded.  "Just a second." He cut through the shared bathroom and
into the boys' room.  Rooting under his mattress, he retrieved the
magazine. Back in the girls' room, he gave the magazine to Jan and sat
beside her.

   She opened it and leafed through the contents.  She immediately
recognized Winnie as the second model, with the gray skirt and pantyhose.
"Do you like her?" asked Jan.

   Greg nodded.  "Uh huh, but not as much as you." Jan felt strangely
elated at the compliment.  She turned the pages with Winnie showing off her
nyloned legs and then came to the first picture of herself.  She was
sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands in her lap.  Beside it was
the one of her crossing her legs with the hem of her skirt drawn up to the
top of her thigh.  Her blonde hair fell down over her shoulders, her head
was bent forward slightly and she looked at the camera shyly.  Jan thought
that they were both actually pretty good pictures.  Then she asked Greg a
question to which she already knew the answer.

   "Do you masturbate when you look at these?"

   Greg looked at her with an astonished look on his face.  "Of course
not!!" he exclaimed vehemently.  Then perhaps realizing the absurdity of
his lie, he backtracked.  "Well, sometimes.  Just a bit.  Yeah, I do." He
blushed.  It was then that Jan remembered Winnie's statement about sexy
talk making guys hot.

   "You jack off looking at pictures of me?  Isn't that a bit weird,
masturbating to pictures of your sister?" She looked mock-astonished.

   Greg had lost all of his adolescent bravado.  "But you're not really my
sister, and you sure are hot!" She turned the pages slowly.  "Oh, yeah, I
remember these.  Tell me Greg, which one is your favorite?" She looked up
from the magazine and directly into his eyes.  "Which one of my pictures do
you look at when you want to have an orgasm?  Hmmm?"

   He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.  It was like another person beside
him in Jan's body.  The pendulum had swung and Greg was no longer the one
with leverage.  He had seen only the tiniest glimpse of Jan's panties as
she went up the stairs, but now he wanted more and the fact that she had
agreed to show him more had given the little blonde the upper hand.

   He turned to the last page of her layout.  She was lying on her back on
the bed with her head propped on a pillow against the headboard.  Her brown
skirt was up around her waist, her knees were bent and her hands were
behind them pulling her legs up and as far apart as possible.  Mary had
crouched at the foot of the bed and aimed the camera up between Jan's legs.
Her pretty face could be seen looking down at the lens and her panties were
stretched so tightly across her pussy that her puffy vaginal lips were
outlined by the pink nylon.  Jan's tongue was touching her upper lip and
her eyes were half-closed.

   "Hmmmm," she said, "that one.  It's the last one in the layout, so we'll
do them in the same order and save that for last!" She looked at him with
what she hoped was a come-on look.  "O.K., let's get started but," she
wiggled her forefinger in his face as a warning, " What you do when you
look at the magazine is up to you, but no playing with yourself while I'm
doing this, O.K?  Keep your penis in your pants.  This is already weird
enough without you jacking off in front of me as well!"

   He nodded breathlessly.  She didn't know about the holes in his pockets.
If he was really careful...

   In fact, as when she had posed for Mary, Jan was tremendously excited by
the idea that she could cocktease a guy until he needed to masturbate.  She
was pretty sure she could excite Greg to the point where he wanted to
stroke his cock; her warning to him was just a ploy to get him totally
frustrated and really hooked on her teasing.

   She put the magazine, open to the first page of her layout, on Marcia's
bed then pulled the chair from the desk and placed it a few feet from the
corner of the bed.  "Best seat in the house." she said.  "No couch in here
so I'll have to do it all on the bed.  That O.K.  with you?"

   Greg sat down.  He couldn't believe this was really happening!  "Yeah,
that's fine." He was already almost fully erect and she hadn't even
started!

   Jan sat primly on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap and
looked at him.  Her bright red dress was extremely short and naturally
showed a lot of leg.  She let him look for a minute; his eyes moving over
her body from her Mary-Janes up over her knee-socks to the red silk ribbon
in her hair.

   "O.K.  That's number one.  Here's number two." She shifted sideways
slightly and crossed her legs.  With one finger, she slowly pulled the hem
of the dress up until her upper thigh was completely exposed and Greg could
see just a hint of her white panties.  He slid his hips forward on the
chair and put his hands in his pockets.  "You look really good, Jan.  Much
better than in the pictures."

   "Glad you like it." She pulled the hem back down and got up to look at
the magazine on Marcia's bed.  "Number three.  Oh, yes." She sat back down
facing him, leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs.  The red
material slid up on its own and Greg had a clear view up her skirt to the
crotch of her panties.  He was getting really turned on and with his
forefinger pushed through the hole in his pocket, he pressed it against the
head of his hard cock.

   Watching Greg's squirming, his flushed face, his wide eyes and the small
drops of perspiration which were beginning to form on his brow, Jan
recognized the same feeling that had flooded through her during the last
part of her photo session with Mary - the irresistible desire to sexually
excite men, to use her tiny, preteen body to give them monstrous, almost
painful erections that throbbed with unmet lust and frustrated longing. 
She had tried to think of things she could do to make their cocks even
bigger and harder, to make them want her eleven year-old body even more. 
She wanted to drive them crazy with wanting - she wanted to make them jack
off!  And now she felt it for her step-brother Greg.

   "Are you getting hard, yet?" she asked with a small smile.  "This is the
sort of thing that gets you hard, isn't it?  Looking at little girls'
panties?" She spread her legs a little wider.

   Greg's cock was pulsing and twitching and he could respond only with a
nod.

   "Good," she said.  "I like making you hard.  Let's try number four."

   Jan rolled onto the bed and lay on her tummy.  She wriggled the red
skirt up until half her bottom was exposed, opened her legs a bit and bent
her knees so that her feet were in the air.  The angle to Greg's chair made
it harder for her to see him and he took the opportunity to slide the skin
of his cock up and down.  It felt so damn good!  He drank in her smooth
pale thighs, the lace trim on her panties and that wonderful tight little
butt just a few feet away.  She twisted around so she could see him and his
hand froze.

   "Bet you wish you could see my bare bottom." she said.  "Too bad you
can't; there are no pictures like that - but you can imagine it, can't
you?" She kicked her feet back and forth a few times, then dropped them to
the bed and drew one knee up as if she were climbing a tree.  Jan reached
back and pulled the red skirt up over the rest of her panties.  She held
the position for a while, allowing her brother to appreciate the tight
nylon stretched across her pert bum and her pussy.

   Greg stood up and moved to the edge of the bed.  He wanted to stay out
of her line of sight so that he could continue to stroke his cock, but
little did he know that Jan had already seen him touching himself.  She
wasn't blind and the movement of his hand in his pocket had been obvious to
the little girl and she now deliberately looked away to let him get in a
few strokes before looking back.  She could see that it was getting harder
and harder for him to stop when she looked his way.  This was getting to be
fun - excitement was coursing through her young body and was washing away
any remnants of doubt she felt about having agreed to her step-brother's
demand.

   Greg had manouvered the head of his cock out of his jockeys and it was
now sticking through the hole in his pocket.  He stroked and squeezed it
with his fingertips whenever Jan was looking away and the direct contact
was bringing him close to orgasm.  Although incredibly difficult, he
managed to stop whenever she turned her head towards him - she had warned
him against masturbating and he was afraid her tease might end if she were
to catch him.

   The next photograph had shown her with her shoulders on the mattress,
her little bubble butt pushed fetchingly into the air and since she was
already lying face down required only that she get up on her knees.  She
looked up at him over her shoulder to make sure he was behaving himself and
wiggled her cute little ass back and forth.

   "I bet you're really hard now, aren't you?" she asked in a soft voice.
Greg was so focused on the tight nylon stretched over her cheeks that he
could only grunt.  "Yeah." His cock cried out for direct stimulation, but
Jan's eyes stayed fixed on his face.  She loved his look of helpless lust,
the dry lips and wide, unblinking eyes.  She ground her hips a few more
times.

   "What's next?" she asked brightly, stepping off the bed and pulling her
skirt back down.  She checked the magazine.  "Oh, right!"

   Greg, of course, had the pictures memorized and knew what was coming so
he slipped his hand out of his pocket and returned to the chair.  She would
be facing him for the next couple of poses, so there would be no chance for
self-stimulation.  Jan closed the magazine and walked over to him, stopped
about two feet from his knees and put her shiny black Mary-Janes together.

   "I'll bet you never thought you'd see me doing this when we all moved in
three years ago!" said Jan, then slowly, slowly, pulled up her skirt. 
Nothing artsy, nothing graceful or composed, just a pretty little girl
raising her skirt for her big brother.  Greg's heart was pounding in his
chest as she held the hem of the skirt at her waist, her white panties just
a couple of feet from his red face.  He let out a low moan, his cock
throbbing mightily inside his pants.

   "Would you like to touch?" teased Jan.  "Would you like to kiss my
legs?" She moved her feet apart, still holding up her dress, and came a few
inches closer.  "Think how nice it would be to feel my legs against your
cheeks." His eyes locked onto her nylon covered pussy then traveled over
the pale, smooth skin of her thighs as he imagined pressing his face
against them.  So soft.  So warm.  So smooth.  She moved another six inches
closer until she was touching his knees with hers.  "But you can't!  That's
not allowed.  Just like it's not allowed for you to pull my panties down
either - even though I know you want to.  They're my rules now and the
rules say that I can show off for you, but no touching me - or yourself
either." She giggled.  "You O.K.  with the rules, or should we just forget
this altogether?" She lowered the hem of her skirt and stepped back. 
Greg's voice cracked with disappointment.

   "Oh, Jan!" he croaked.  "Sure.  Whatever.  Just do that again.  Please?"
His cock had never been this big, or this hard and it cried out for
attention.

   "Well, there are two pictures left.  This one," she turned away from him
and her hands returned to the hem of her dress and repeated their upward
journey.  She pulled it higher and higher, pausing briefly at the tops of
her thighs until she heard him breathe "Please, Jan" and then finally to
her waist.  She bent forward slightly until the white nylon clung to her
ass like a second skin.

   Greg's hand slipped back into his pocket and he touched the furnace-hot
head of his cock.  A short grunt escaped his lips as he massaged the
tortured head, his sister's panty-covered ass a couple of feet from his
face.  She spread her legs and bent further forward until her blonde hair
touched the floor and she could just see his knees between her legs.  She
smiled to herself - he was masturbating alright, she could see the movement
in his pants where his hand was working his prick.  She had done it! 
Teased him to masturbation!  The feeling of power that flowed through her
was like a narcotic.  She stood straight and turned slowly to face him,
giving him plenty of time to withdraw his hand.  With a monumental effort,
he stopped manipulating his cockhead just in time.  He was in an agony of
frustration - so close to orgasm, but the last pose would have her looking
at him so there would be no chance to finish himself off!  A small part of
his fevered brain told him that there was no way he would have been able to
hide an orgasm from her, so it was just as well.

   "And the last one." Jan said.  "The one that you look at when you cum,
right?"

   Greg nodded, his brain a haze of frustration and unsatisfied lust.  He
needed to cum so badly, and this last pose was going to make it much
worse....

   He moved to the foot of her bed as she arranged two pillows against the
headboard then lay back on them.  She looked down at him, gathered her
dress above her waist and bent her knees.  Her hands went behind them and
with a slow smile at Greg, she lifted her long legs high into the air, then
pulled her knees to the side and up against her budding tits to expose the
tight, white nylon stretched between her legs and clinging to the puffy
lips of her tiny hairless pussy.

   Greg swallowed hard.  Watching Jan's lascivious display had the muscles
in his cock contracting wildly and for a second he thought he was going to
cum in his pants without even touching himself.  It settled into a fierce
heat which spread throughout his tension-filled body.  Jan's face was
visible between her legs as she looked at him.

   "There you are, Greg.  That's what you wanted, right?" He nodded.  "Is
it as good as you thought it would be?  Does seeing me like this make you
want to masturbate?  He nodded again.  It was impossible for him to speak.
Jan felt a thrill of pleasure at his admission.  She was sure that in a few
minutes, Greg would be stroking his penis because of her and the thought
excited her even more.

   She lowered her legs, got up off the bed and rearranged her skirt to a
more repectable level.  She went up to Greg, who was still standing
motionless at the end of the bed.  He turned to her and she threw her arms
up around his neck.  He was over a foot taller and she had to pull him down
to whisper in his ear.

   "I did what you wanted and you promised you wouldn't ever tell anyone
about me being in that magazine, right?"

   "I promise." said Greg, who was now eager to get to his own room and
finish what Jan had started.

   "That's good," she replied, "because if you do, this will never, ever
happen again.  And," she brushed her tiny hand against the lump at the
front of his pants and felt his body stiffen.  "I think you'd like it to
happen again, don't you?"

   She let go of his neck and skipped out of the bedroom before he could
answer.

   *****

   Act Seven

   In which Jan seals the deal and Marcia goes into the closet

   --------------

   Several weeks later, the Bunch were eating dinner together on a Friday
evening.  As Alice brought in the dessert, Carol addressed the family.

   "Your Dad and I will be going downtown with Alice tonight to do some
Christmas shopping.  Anyone else want to come with us?"

   Cindy's and Bobby's hands shot into the air.  "We do, we do." they
chorused.

   "Me, too." said Peter, "I don't have anything, yet."

   Marcia nodded at her Mom.  "O.K." she said.  "I'll come."

   "Greg?  Jan?" asked their Dad from the other end of the table.  "What
about you?"

   Greg glanced at Jan and his eyes met hers for a split second before
breaking away.  The past few weeks had been both heaven and hell for the
young teen.  If he thought he'd been horny and frustrated before by his
sisters' unwitting displays of their legs and occasional glimpses of their
panties, it was as nothing compared to what Jan was doing to him now.  She
frequently managed to give him a good look under her skirt; on weekdays
often waiting until everyone had gone down to breakfast before popping into
the boys' room and deliberately showing Greg the panties she was wearing
under her school outfit.  On days when she failed to do so, he was out of
sorts for hours and would follow her around like a puppy hoping to see her
cross her legs, give him a flip of her skirt or anything that might feed
his growing addiction.

   Privacy was hard to come by in a house with six kids and three adults
but when it was available, Jan would sometimes fuel his dependency by
giving him an extended show similar to the first time she'd cockteased him.
In her bedroom, or his, or downstairs in the living room, she'd flirt and
pout and tease, exposing her panties shamelessly until he felt he was about
to explode!  Maybe she'd do it again tonight!

   In fact, that was exactly what the little blonde had in mind.  Although
her primary aim had been to ensure Greg's silence, Jan was coming to terms
with the fact that she truly enjoyed cockteasing her big brother.  The
exhilirating rush of excitement and the aggressive desire to sexually
arouse males which had overwhelmed her while initially posing for Mary
returned in full force every time she exposed herself to him.  The feeling
of power she experienced when her displays reduced him from a cocky young
teenager to a fawning, eager-to-please little boy was as addictive to her
as her sex-tease was to him.

   Marcia thought she saw a quick look pass between Greg and Jan before
they both declined their parents' offer; Jan saying she had a pile of
homework and Greg stating that his Christmas shopping was all done.

   "Well, you two behave yourselves all alone in the house," said Mike with
a smile,

   There!  Another flicking of their eyes towards each other!  Marcia was
sure of it!  Strange!

   Not so to Alice who, while distributing bowls of Twinkie slices
smothered in vanilla instant pudding, had also seen the quick look pass
between brother and sister.  She had seen that look many times before - in
the too-far-distant past when she and her older brother had played naughty
games in the attic of their parents' house.  Speaking volumes, the look
said that these two kids wanted to be alone, and she could think of only
one reason why a fourteen year-old boy would want to be alone with his
eleven year-old sister.

   It was inevitable, Alice thought as she carried the last of the dirty
plates into the kitchen.  Throwing six attractive kids into such close
proximity could only lead to a cauldron of bubbling hormones.  The only
surprise to her was that the look had passed between Greg and Jan; Alice
would have expected it to be Greg and Marcia.  Jan was tiny compared with
Greg - he was almost twice her weight and over a foot taller.  The little
blonde certainly did have nice long legs though, and skirts today were so
darned short!  There would be hanky-panky going on in the house this
evening, or she would donate a month's salary to the Foreign Domestic
Worker's Social Club!

   She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and started washing the dishes. 
Should she say anything to Mr.  and Mrs.  Brady?  After a moment's
consideration, she decided no, let the kids have their fun.  Those hot
afternoons in the attic with her brother had provided her with delicious
memories of sensual discovery and illicit excitement that pleased her
still. And there was not much chance of Mrs.  Brady figuring it out for
herself - whatever qualities she possessed that had enticed Mr.  Brady into
marriage; well, a razor-sharp intellect was not one of them.

   In actual fact, Alice had a pretty good idea of what those qualities had
been.  Her bedroom in the old house had been right next to Mr.  Brady's and
when he started dating Carol Martin, many an evening's entertainment had
been found using the old `wineglass against the wall' trick.  Unless Mr. 
Brady meant the phrase, "Carol, use your tongue more..." to request more or
livelier conversation from his date (and Carol's usual response of
"mmmffff...., mmmfff...., mmmfff...," would tend to refute that
interpretation), her primary attributes had been those pouting lips.  Carol
had `put her mouth where the money was, so to speak, and it seemed to be
working.  They were all one big, happy family....!

   The dishes were soon done and the group was ready to leave.  Greg and
Jan went into the family room to watch TV and the others headed for the
car.

   Marcia touched her Mom on the shoulder.  "Mom, I think I'll go another
day.  I'd like to go down to the Choc Shoppe and hang around with my
friends, O.K?"

   "Sure, Sweety," said Carol, "just don't be too late.  Eleven at the
latest."

   "Thanks, Mom." replied Marcia and turned to go back into the house.  She
headed back to the girls' bedroom on a mission.  Jan had a beautiful pink
cashmere sweater that was just a tiny bit too tight for Marcia and clung to
her budding tits like a second skin.  Without a bra, the friction of the
material against her bare skin excited her and kept her nipples constantly
erect and clearly visible under the soft, clinging material.  Her sister
had vehemently refused to let her borrow it, but Warren Mulhaney would
probably be at the Shoppe tonight and Marcia wanted to look her best -
better than her best!  If she could sneak Jan's sweater out of the house,
Warren would get an eyeful tonight!  She silently made her way to Jan's
closet and slid open the folding doors.  Now where did she keep that
sweater?

   There it was!  Marcia was removing it from the pile of folded tops when
she heard Jan's voice and footsteps in the hallway.  Perhaps it was her
guilty conscience which prompted her reaction, but instead of just closing
the doors and walking away from the closet, she stepped inside and pulled
the doors together behind her.  She cursed herself - if she'd just moved
away and told Jan she had changed her mind about Christmas shopping, she
wouldn't be squeezed into a closet holding her breath!

   She looked between the slats in the closet door and saw Jan enter the
bedroom with Greg following behind her.  She could see almost the entire
room, albeit with thin horizontal stripes.

   "Let's play a game, this time!" suggested Jan.

   Greg rolled his eyes but was smiling.  "Whatever you want Jan." On the
cusp between childhood and adolescence, Jan's actions might be either
sophisticated or child-like at any given time and Greg had quickly learned
that if he wanted sex-tease from her, he had to go along with her whims.

   Marcia listened carefully through the closet door.  ''Whatever you want,
Jan?'' That's really strange!  Greg usually paid very little attention to
Jan and would barely give her the time of day let alone play some childish
game with her!

   "O.K." said Jan, clapping her hands.  She led him to the edge of her bed
and sat him down.  "You sit here with your hands behind your back.  Yes,
like that.  I'll start here and move closer and closer to you.  When you
think you can get me, try to grab me without getting off the bed.  If you
can, I'll let you....., let's see....," she searched for a suitable reward,
"I'll let you put your hands up my skirt for, say, ten seconds.  Then you
can try to catch me again.  O.K?  Oh, yeah..., and I want you to take your
pants off so I can watch your penis get big."

   Marcia almost fell against the door!  She must have misheard her sister
- there could be no way Jan had actually said what Marcia thought she
heard!!

   "No problem, Jan." said Greg in a voice that sounded strangely hoarse.
Up until now, she had always limited him to looking and he would have stood
on his head naked if it meant she'd let him touch her under her dress.  He
stood up, kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his jeans and jockeys.
His cock was already beginning to thicken in anticipation although when he
sat back down, it lay flat against his thighs.

   In the closet, Marcia was beside herself!  That's what the glance
between them at dinner had been all about!  Jan and Greg were fooling
around!  And now she had a ringside seat!  There was nothing for it but to
keep quiet and watch what was about to unfold.

   "O.K.  Here we go!" said Jan in a sing-song voice.  She stood about five
feet in front of him.

   Jan's dress was dark blue with thin, red horizontal stripes on the skirt
and vertical stripes on the top.  A red patent belt was buckled low on her
tiny waist.  She reached down and very slowly began to pull the hem up over
her thighs.  When it was about half-way, she took a step towards him.

   "Want to see a little more?" She took another step and raised her skirt
higher.  A bit more thigh and Greg's cock began to stir - God!  She was
such a turn-on!!  Another step and she lifted the skirt until he could see
a sliver of cream-coloured panties.  She was almost close enough that he
thought he could reach her.  Up higher, this time all the way to her waist
and now he could see all of her long, slim legs and nylon bikini panties.
She waited a few seconds, watching his cock begin to lift from his thighs
then took another step forward.

   Greg lunged for her, but she had been expecting it.  Jumping back with a
loud squeal she leaned forward, pulling the hem of her dress down to her
knees.

   Jan giggled.  "Too slow!!" she teased.  "Want to try again?

   He nodded breathlessly and she began again.  The skirt began climbing up
her thighs and she moved slowly towards him.  It reached her waist again
and stopping just out of his reach, she swung the raised hem of her skirt
from side to side, like a can-can dancer.

   "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa!  You can't get me!" and stuck out her tongue.
Greg made another frantic lunge.  Again, Jan squealed and jumped back just
in time.  His cock was now sticking straight out from his body.

   "I think our friend likes this game, doesn't he?" She blew a kiss in the
direction of his lap.  "But I think he'd like it better if you caught me!"
She giggled.  "Let's try it like this...."

   Jan turned her back and looked at Greg over her shoulder.  "Going up!"
she said and started lifting the back of her dress.  She backed towards him
as she continued lifting the dress until he could see just how sheer the
cream-coloured panties were at the back - he could see her tight little ass
clearly through the thin nylon.  She backed up a little more and wiggled
her bum back and forth at him.  Once more Greg made a grab for her but this
time she was caught off guard and felt his hands close around her hips. 
Her screech filled the room - it was a good thing no-one else was home!

   "Gotcha!  You little tease!" said Greg triumphantly, pulling her towards
him.

   "O.K!  O.K!" laughed Jan.  "A deal's a deal!" She stood against his
knees, which he spread enough to let her get closer, and looked down into
his lap where his cock was now fully erect.  "Oooooh, just look how hard
I've made it!  I'll bet this makes it even harder!  Ten seconds!" She
placed her hands on his shoulders and watched his face as she began to
count.

   "One...., two...."

   He slipped his hands under Jan's skirt and slid them right up to her
panties.  He squeezed her gloriously tight little buns through the nylon
then went down a little to squeeze her upper thighs.  Marcia could see the
material of her dress moving as Greg's hands roamed underneath.

   "Five..., six...,

   He had never actually touched Jan's legs before, and he reveled in their
incredible smoothness.  He pushed one hand betwen her warm thighs and
kneaded her ass with the other.  He could almost fit both cheeks in his
hand.

   "Eight..., nine,..."

   He pushed the edge of his forefinger against the tight nylon between her
legs and could feel the soft lips part slightly under the pressure.  One
final squeeze of the back of her thighs...

   "Ten!" She stepped backwards, out of his reach.  "That's all, unless you
can catch me again!" She looked down at his cock and smiled wickedly.  It
was sticking straight up parallel to his belly and bobbed with the beating
of his heart.  It was so hard it almost hurt.

   "I was right!" she exclaimed, "that did make it harder.  Ooooh, Greg! 
It looks so swollen!  Does it hurt?"

   Greg answered through dry lips.  "Yes and no," he said, "it aches a
little but it feels really good, too."

   "Well, let's see if we can make it feel even better...  "Jan looked at
him and licked her lips.  "Or make it ache a little more."

   She resumed her position in the middle of the floor and once again
slowly raised her skirt.  An anguished groan escaped him as the blood
pounded in his cock again.  This time she pinned the skirt hem to her waist
with her hands and sashayed around the room swinging her slim little hips
like a miniature model walking down the runway.  He could almost hear the
drum beat in time with her walk - boom-de-boom-de-boom-de-BOOM!  It could
also have been the sound of his heart beating as she paraded back and forth
in front of him.

   After half-a-dozen circuits, she stopped and began advancing on him
again.

   "Here I come!  Ready or not!!" Closer and closer.  He had to catch her
again - this was driving him crazy!  She knew that, of course, She had
spent weeks getting Greg to the point where she would no longer have to
worry about him revealing her magazine photographs to anyone; getting him
so addicted to her sex teasing that he would be afraid of her putting an
end to their 'games'.  She figured that he was almost at that point now and
tonight she was planning to 'seal the deal'.  One way or another, Jan was
going to give Greg an orgasm.  After that, she'd be able to stop worrying.
He'd always want her to do it again and maybe she would or maybe she
wouldn't - he'd never know.

   Closer..., closer..., he grabbed for her and caught her, but he had had
enough of this particular tease - and so had Jan.  He pulled her, shrieking
with laughter, onto the bed where brother and sister wrestled and giggled
and laughed.  He took every opportunity to get his hands under her dress or
to rub his naked prick against her.  Sometimes it would touch her bare
thigh or the back of her hand and this contact, along with her infernal
teasing, had him quite a ways down the road to orgasm.

   Marcia had been watching this entire episode with her knuckles pressed
to her lips.  She was alternatively appalled and aroused; horrified and
excited as never before.  She had imagined Greg's prick at times, wondering
what it looked like or how it might feel, but he had in reality been
handsomely endowed by nature and she had been amazed at its size.  Even
from ten feet away, she had seen it bob and sway and had noticed the
smooth, rounded head go from light to dark pink and finally to a deep red
under Jan's relentless teasing.

   And Jan!  Her wishy-washy little sister now obviously had the biggest
and strongest of the Brady boys under her complete control.  Shy little Jan
who, not long ago, had invented an imaginary boyfriend, was doing things
Marcia had never even dreamed of; taunting, tempting and unabashedly
cockteasing her older brother!

   She continued to watch the pair tussling and fighting on the bed.  Jan's
small body felt as light as a feather and although Greg could easily have
held her down, he preferred it when she was on top as it gave him more
opportunity to feel her up.  He had her dress bunched up over her waist and
his erect cock was nuzzling the front of her warm thighs when she shifted
slightly and it popped up between her legs.  She stopped fighting and
squeezed her thighs together, trapping his prick between them with its
plum-colored head protruding an inch or two behind her.  She squeezed hard
again and he groaned in pleasure - Jan's soft, smooth, thighs gripping his
aching rod - it felt unbelievably good!

   All Marcia could see from the closet was Jan's back, her panty-covered
bum and her long legs fitted between Greg's slightly spread ones.  Her head
was on his shoulder and her blonde hair covered them both.  Marcia could
also see a couple of inches of Greg's throbbing cock capped by the shiny
head trapped between Jan's pale thighs an inch or two below her panties. 
She could hear him groaning.

   Jan crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together again, this time
really hard, and Greg groaned once more.

   "Like that?" Jan said quietly.  "Do you like that a lot?" She squeezed
again.

   He could barely answer, his young body awash with desire and previously
unimagined sensations.

   She slowly began to raise her hips, allowing the tortured head of Greg's
cock to slide against her smooth skin until it just disappeared between her
legs.  She held it there a moment cushioned by her warm, resilient flesh
then just as slowly lowered herself until the head once again projected a
few inches.  She could feel his body tense under her.  Again she raised
herself until the throbbing head was surrounded by her smooth thighs, held
him a few seconds then lowered herself back down.  A third time, up and
down.

   Jan spoke quietly, but loud enough that Marcia, ten feet away in the
closet, could hear every word.  "I'll bet that feels a lot like fucking,
don't you think?  I guess we could call it `play fucking'!" She giggled. 
"Like playing house or playing cowboys, this is play fucking!  We can't do
the real thing, of course; I'm only eleven and besides, I'm your sister! 
But if you want, I can get you off by play fucking..."

   "Uhhhnnnhhh!" Greg's hands closed onto Jan's hips and he tried to urge
her up and down.  He instinctively began thrusting back and forth between
her legs and she reached back to gently close her slim, cool fingers around
the exposed head of his overheated cock.  He moaned again and quickened the
pace of his thrusting, raising himself from the mattress in an attempt to
find more of her dancing, flicking fingertips.

   Marcia swallowed hard.  "Geez," she thought, "Jan's masturbating him
with her thighs!  If she keeps going like that, he's going to shoot all
over her!"

   But Jan removed her hand and relaxed the pressure her legs were exerting
on Greg's cock.  His moan of frustration was almost a sob.  Jan brushed her
hair away from his face and again whispered into his ear.  "That felt good,
didn't it?  Do you want me to do it some more?  I will if you want." He
mumbled what she took to be assent, so she resumed the intermittent
squeezing.  She raised and lowered her hips once more.  "Do you want me to
keep doing this to you until you cum?"

   "Yes..., Oh, God, Jan, Yes!  Please, Please!"

   "Are you sure?" Her voice was low and silky, yet undeniably child-like.
"Do you really want to cum between my thighs?" She raised and lowered her
hips again, then again, then again.  She maintained a slow, regular rhythm:
up and down, up and down.  Greg's cockhead poked in and out from the back
of Jan's legs.

   "Mmmmm!  I like using my legs to excite you.  Feels good to me too, your
hot, hard prick pressing against the insides of my thighs...."

   Marcia watched the painfully swollen head of Greg's cock appear then
disappear between Jan's pale thighs again and again.  She could hear his
begging and sense his distress from ten feet away!  She felt herself
getting moist between her legs as she watched.

   Greg groaned and squirmed underneath Jan's little body, once again
holding her hips to guide her up and down around his cock.  She moved with
him, squeezing her thighs together as he thrust back and forth with
increasing speed.

   "You're getting close now, aren't you?" she breathed.  "Make sure you
pull my dress all the way up - I don't want you to get any cum on it when
you squirt - and you're getting ready to squirt right now, aren't you?"

   "Uhhhh!  Yeah.  Oh, God, Jan, that feel's so good...."

   "C'mon, Greg, let it go!  Shoot your cum onto my legs!" She reached back
to tickle the head of his cock again as it emerged from between her thighs
and he began to moan and buck under her.  She squeezed her long legs
together as hard as she could and had to hold on to the edge of the bed to
maintain her position as he pushed against her.  There was one final, deep
thrust; she felt his hands clutch her pantied ass and as she heard him cry
out she felt a hot, wet sensation on the back of her legs.  Jan felt his
body stiffen and relax, stiffen and relax under her as he shot stream after
stream of hot sperm into the air where it fell onto the back of her thighs
and the sheer nylon of her panties.  Again and again, the contractions
wracked his body, releasing all the pent-up tension she had been building
in him with her calculated tease until with a drawn out "Ohhhhhh!" he
finally relaxed under her.

   Jan stretched forward for the box of tissues on the bedside table then
reached behind her to wipe Greg's sperm from the back of her legs.  "There.
I'll bet you don't mind my teasing now, do you?" She climbed off, pulled
down her dress and went over to the dresser for a clean pair of panties. 
She reached under her skirt, slid down the damp pair and pulled up the new
ones.  Greg had struggled to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.

   "Jan, you are amazing!" he said.  "That was just incredible!" She smiled
at him.  Now that he knew what she could do to him - what she would do to
him - she was sure he'd do just about anything to have her get him off
again.  Certainly, he would keep a secret.....

   Marcia had seen it all.  Watching Greg's purple cockhead spurting cream
all over Jan's thighs had made her extremely excited.  It was a scene that
she would replay in her mind later that night, when Jan and Cindy were
asleep and she could stroke herself to her own orgasm.  But what really
affected her was how Jan had been able to completely control her much
bigger, stronger brother with her teasing.  Making Greg cum had finished it
off, but he had been hers from the first time she had lifted her skirt. 
She remembered his hot, flushed face and his heavy breathing as Jan slowly
exposed her panties; were all men that easy to control?  A bit of sex-tease
and they'd eat out of your hand?  Her mind whirled with ideas as she
patiently waited for Jan and Greg to get organized and head downstairs. 
When she heard the television, she quietly left the closet, sneaked down
the stairs and out the patio doors.  It would be a long time before she
forgot about the events of this night!

   *****

   Act Eight

   In which Marcia devises a Cunning Plan and Peter gets all worked up for
nothing

   --------------

   Marcia lay on her back under the bedsheets gently stroking the lips of
her pussy.  Thinking about what she had seen earlier between Greg and Jan
had turned her on to the point where she had fingered herself to an orgasm
so intense that she had barely been able to muffle her moaning.  Now, as
her middle finger caressed the soft slickness between her legs, she thought
about Warren Mulhaney, her almost-boyfriend.  He was in high school and
although Marcia was still in junior high, they had gone out twice so far
and had even done some necking up at Lookout Point the last time.  She knew
that on their next date, he'd probably try to put his hand up her skirt or
touch her breasts and that was O.K.  - she was even looking forward to it -
but she was sure he would also want her to do more and she really didn't
know what or how.  What did boys like?  There was no way she would fuck -
Warren or anyone else - until she was at least eighteen.  It was a promise
she had made to herself and to her Mom.  Obviously Greg liked what Jan had
done to him - `play fucking' - but Warren and Marcia would be in the closed
confines of Warren's car - at least for their next few dates.  What to do?
Kathy had told her that boys jerked off - maybe Warren would like her to do
that to him.  But she didn't know how to do it properly!  She would seem
like a little kid if she asked Kathy; but there had to be someone.....

   A seed of an idea began to grow in her pretty head.  Her brother Peter
was still trying to look up her dress whenever he had the chance and Marcia
was sure he must jerk off afterwards.  Why bother looking, otherwise?  She
could maybe excite him on purpose, then watch him to see how he does it. 
With the half-formed plan floating around in her pretty head, Marcia
finally drifted off into sleep.

   ---------

   The next evening, Marcia found Peter in the family room watching TV. 
Most of the clan were out for pizza and then grocery shopping and Greg had
left for a date.  Her plan now fully formed, she had put on her shortest
dress and a pair of strappy, mid-heeled shoes, taken her copy of `Teen
Beat' into the family room and settled onto the couch.  She glanced at
Peter, who was sitting in an easy chair against the adjacent wall and
caught him looking at her legs.  He quickly redirected his eyes back to the
TV screen.

   Marcia crossed her legs, making sure that her dress slid quite a way up
her thigh, and continued reading.  A minute or two later, she crossed her
legs the other way and although she didn't look directly at him, she was
sure that Peter's eyes were on her more than they were on the screen.

   Now that she had his attention, she put a cushion against the arm of the
couch, rested her head against it and stretched her legs out along the seat
cushions.  She balanced the magazine on her tummy and continued to read. 
From this angle, she could see him at the edge of her magazine and he was
definitely looking her way.  `Time to ramp this up.' she thought to
herself. She let the magazine drop to her chest and closed her eyes,
feigning sleep.  She could see him through her eyelashes.

   Peter returned to the TV for a minute or two and then once again let his
eyes roam over his older sister's body.  She shifted slightly and raised
her left knee until her dress slid up over the nylon pantyhose to the top
of her thigh.  Peter should be able to see just a sliver of white panties
from where he sat.  Marcia lay still for a moment then shifted again, this
time bringing up the other knee.  Her dress was now bunched at the top of
her legs.  She saw Peter, now completely oblivious to the television,
slowly bring his hand to his lap where he began rubbing his crotch with the
tips of his fingers.

   `Got him!' thought Marcia.  `He's really turned on, now!'

   She let him feast his eyes on the back of her thighs for a minute or two
but as she didn't want him to come off in his pants, she yawned and
stretched.  Peter started and snatched his hand away from his crotch. 
Pretending she hadn't noticed, Marcia stood up and walked into the kitchen.
As she poured a glass of milk, Peter came through on his way to the
stairway; she was sure he was headed to his room for a badly needed jerk
off session.  Phase one of her plan was complete.

   She waited in the kitchen for a couple of minutes before going upstairs
and into her own room.  Slipping quietly into the bathroom the girls shared
with the boys, she put her ear to the sliding door to the boy's bedroom. 
She could hear a rhythmic squeak from the mattress and the occasional grunt
and moan from her brother.  `Here we go.....' she thought.

   Marcia slid open the door and walked straight over to the top bunk where
Peter lay with his jeans and underpants around his knees and his erect
penis in his fist.  He was well and truly busted!

   "Marcia!!" Peter jumped and tried to cover himself.  "What are you
doing? Get out of here!!" Flustered, angry and very, very embarrassed, he
was trying to pull up his pants under the sheet.

   "What were you doing, Peter?" asked Marcia with a tilt of her pretty
blonde head.  "Were you masturbating?"

   "None of your business!" he retorted, trying to regain some composure
while lifting himself to pull his underwear up over his ass.  "Get out of
here.  I'm going to tell!!"

   "Tell what?" she asked.  "Tell that you got all hot and bothered looking
up my skirt?  And when you went to jerk off while thinking about me, I
caught you doing it?  Is that what you're going to tell Mom and Dad?"

   Peter was silent.  He hadn't thought it through that far.  "Just get
out!"

   "Just a minute - not so fast." She looked at Peter who was still
fumbling under the sheet.  "Let's make a deal."

   Peter stopped fumbling and looked at her.  She continued.  "You keep
trying to peek up my skirt - don't deny it; I've caught you twice and I see
you do it more often than not.  How would you like it if I let you have a
really good look?" She leaned towards him and lowered her voice.  "Up close
and everything.  But you'd have to do exactly what I want."

   Peter finally had his pants zipped.  He threw off the sheet and climbed
down the ladder to face his sister.

   "I don't get it." he said suspiciously.  "You told Mom when you caught
me the last time."

   "I know," she replied, "because you were being a sneak.  But not this
time.  Admit it, you look up my skirt so you can think about my panties
when you masturbate, right?" Peter admitted nothing, but the question had
been rhetorical.  "And I want to see how a guy masturbates, so it's a
perfect match.  Let me see how you do it to yourself and I'll show you my
panties!"

   Peter was suffering a bit of emotional whiplash.  In less than two
minutes, he had gone from the embarrassment of being caught jerking off to
having his gorgeous older sister suggest that he do it again, but while
actually watching her!  Maybe she was only kidding; maybe it was a trap of
some kind and the uncertainty made him hesitate.  "I dunno...."

   "Oh, for crying out loud, Peter!" said Marcia impatiently.  "Isn't this
what you want to see?"

   She climbed two steps of the ladder on the bunk bed then bent forward
and rested her elbows on the upper mattress.  This position caused the back
of her short dress to uncover her panty-covered ass; Peter's face was only
a foot away from Marcia's thighs - so close he could see the individual
stitches of her sheer pantyhose and the lace trim on her white bikini
panties - and his prick immediately returned to full hardness.  She hadn't
been fooling!  This was exactly what he wanted to see!!

   Marcia looked back over her shoulder and watched as his face began to
flush.  She bent over a little more.

   "There you are, you little perv!" she said with a half-smile.  "Have a
good look so you can jerk off later." She wiggled her hips slightly.  "Or
you can jerk off right now and let me see.  What do you think?"

   Peter's hesitation was now gone.  He fumbled with his pants as Marcia
carefully descended the ladder and pushed him gently backwards until he
flopped down onto Greg's bed.  He fell back onto the pillows, raised his
hips and pushed his jeans and jockeys back down over his ass.  His smooth
young cock stood straight up and he closed his fist around it.  Marcia came
over and stood by the bed, looking at him.

   "Go on," she ordered, "start jerking it."

   "I will, but show me your panties again, O.K?  You said I could see
them." His desire to see under Marcia's skirt made his voice sound almost
plaintive.

   His sister lifted her dress and stood closer to Peter's head.  She
watched his eyes grow round and heard his breathing speed up as he started
jacking off.  She rested her hands, holding the hem of her print dress, on
her hips, spread her legs slightly and looked back and forth between
Peter's face and his pounding fist.  He pumped hard and fast, eager to cum
while looking at Marcia's long, nyloned legs.  This was even better than he
had imagined it could be in his wildest masturbatory fantasies!  Her legs
were long and shapely under the sheer beige pantyhose; the strappy heels
giving a nice turn to her calves.  He beat away at his erect cock.

   "Why so hard, Peter?" asked Marcia.  "It has to hurt when you pump it
like that!" Was this the way boys liked it?  So hard and fast?

   Peter just grunted - he was well on his way to orgasm and his attention
was riveted on Marcia's exposed panties.  He had discovered the pleasures
of self-stimulation only a couple of months ago and due to the fact that he
shared a room with his two brothers and a bathroom with five other kids,
his technique was to reach orgasm in as little time as possible - hence the
rapid pounding of his fist.

   "Geez, Peter, you're going to hurt yourself!" She dropped her skirt and
sat on the edge of the bed at Peter's hip.  Reaching for his flying fist,
she grabbed his wrist and moved it away from his erect cock.  "Here.  Let
me try."

   She closed her hand lightly around his erect penis and gave it a slight
squeeze.  It felt really nice - hot and hard, yet the skin was so soft. 
She squeezed again and Peter gasped.  It was the first time that a girl had
touched his cock and the feeling was indescribable!  Marcia started moving
her hand just as she had seen him do but much more slowly and very gently.
The Brady boys were uncircumcised and she was fascinated by the way the
plum colored head emerged as her hand retracted his foreskin on the
downstroke.  Up and down...., up and down, the head peeking out at the
bottom of every stroke.

   Peter moaned and the muscles of his ass tensed up, urging his prick
further into his sister's fist.  She gave him a few more slow strokes then
shook it gently from side to side.  Playing with it like a kitten with a
new toy, she waved it around, pulled it past vertical and released it so
that his cock smacked back onto his stomach, then traced her finger lightly
over his hairless balls.  She knew enough to be careful with them and
gently moved them around with her finger before taking them into the palm
of her small hand and giving them a slight squeeze.

   "Tell me if it starts to hurt" she said and squeezed a little harder. 
Peter's body tensed in the anticipation of pain, but she was careful.  She
wanted to know just how sensitive a boy was there so carefully increased
the pressure.

   "Tell me when it hurts and I'll stop right away." she said, squeezing
harder.  "There?"

   Peter's ass muscles tightened, but there was still no pain, just a
pleasant sensation of pressure.

   "No, that's still O.K." She squeezed a little more.  "There?"

   There was just a hint of discomfort but his prick was now harder and
more erect than it had ever been.  Surprised that having Marcia squeeze his
balls felt so good, he shook his head, "No." She increased the pressure of
her little hand.

   Now the pain was evident, but the excitement was blurring the edges.  He
could take a little more.

   "Hurts just a little, Marcia, but it feels good, too.  Keep going.  I'll
let you know when it gets bad"

   She really wasn't squeezing very much and the knowledge that she could
virtually incapacitate Peter with one hard squeeze was strangely
intoxicating.  She would never, ever hurt him like that, but knowing that
she could.....  She squeezed his balls harder.

   Now the pain was becoming uncomfortable despite his rock-hard erection.
"O.K.  Marcia.  Enough!"

   She held him for about three more seconds - just to show him that she
could - then released the pressure and very gently rubbed them again with
her fingertips, easing away the ache she had caused.  Peter's body relaxed
for a moment, but when Marcia's hand returned to his shaft and began an
agonizingly slow pumping he began to squirm slightly.  Up and down...., up
and down....

   She shifted sideways on the bed so that she could reach him with both
hands.

   "Marcia, Oh Marcia, that's good," Peter's voice was becoming ragged.  He
rested his hand on her thigh.  "Can I.....?" He slid it up a few inches
towards the hem of her skirt.  "Please?"

   She released Peter's cock and it lay rigid, bobbing with his heartbeat a
few centimeters above his stomach.  Marcia stroked the underside gently
while considering his request.

   "Can you what, Peter?  Tell me what you want." She pulled his foreskin
tight with one hand and used the other to run a fingertip over the smooth
skin on the underside of his cockhead.

   A sharp intake of breath.  "You know...." he said, rubbing her thigh
with his hand.

   "What?" she teased.  Her finger was now exploring the ridge at the base
of the glans and he squirmed again from the rush of pleasure that resulted.
"You want to put your hand up my skirt?  Is that what you want?"

   Marcia felt his prick throb as she said the words.  That must be exactly
what he wanted.  She closed her fingers loosely around the shaft and
resumed the gentle pumping, her hand barely touching the cock as it rose
and fell.  "I might let you do it" she said quietly, "but you have to ask
nicely." Up and down...., up and down....

   "Oh, Marcia...., that feels so nice!" He started to slip his hand past
the edge of her skirt but she let go of his cock and pushed his hand back
down to her knee.  She returned to his swollen prick, just resting her hand
on the shaft.

   "You didn't ask nicely!" she chided.

   Peter exhaled in frustration.  "O.K.  Marcia, can I put my hand up your
skirt?  Please?"

   "That's better," she replied.  "Alright.  Go ahead." As Peter's hand
disappeared under the material of her dress, Marcia resumed stroking,
pausing after every few pumps to worry the smooth head with her other hand.
Peter's fingers felt good as they rubbed and squeezed her thigh beneath her
skirt and it was exciting her to know that she was arousing him even more
by allowing him to touch her legs.  She made her hand move a little faster
on his thobbing penis.  Up and down....  up and down....

   A long, drawn-out moan escaped Peter's dry lips as Marcia continued
masturbating her younger brother.  She experimented with different grips -
making a 'V' with her fingers and squeezing the penis between them while
moving her hand up and down; holding the shaft motionless with one hand
while twisting the other back and forth around his hot pink cockhead;
rubbing her soft palm over and over the cute little slit in the head until
he arched his back off the bed and cried out; but she always returned to
the gentle but relentless pumping.  Up and down...., up and down...., the
head emerging then disappearing into her dainty little fist.

   She assumed that Peter would show the same symptoms of approaching
climax as she did when she fingered herself so she watched him for a rapid
increase in his breathing, more pronounced squirming and the quick tensing
and relaxing of his cock under her hands which would indicate that he was
about to cum.  She would then slow her hands, or loosen her grip and let
him simmer for a minute or two before continuing.  She watched his face as
well as his straining, little-boy penis to see the effects she was having
on him and Marcia was learning fast.  If a particular squeeze or tweak or
rub generated a positive reaction, she would focus on it - repeating the
stimulation over and over until she began sensing the onset of his orgasm
at which point she would stop and let him calm down before returning to her
gentle pumping.  Peter's face was bright red and his eyes had a flash of
wildness as he looked down at Marcia's hand jacking him off.  She realized,
with more than a little excitement, that she had him under her complete
control, just as Jan had done with Greg.

   "Unhh, Marcia,....Ohhhhh, Marcia....., Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!

   "See now, Peter?" Marcia's voice was sultry - barely above a whisper. 
She looked questioningly at him, her head tilted to the side.  "Doesn't
that feel better than beating yourself so hard and fast?  She caressed the
underside of the hot, smooth head with her thumb.  "Slow and steady wins
the race, right?" She grasped the head and twisted it gently then squeezed
the base and saw a drop of clear liquid emerge from the slit.

   "Oh, look!!" she cooed sympathetically, "It's crying!  Have I made it
cry, Peter?" She smoothed the liquid over his glans with a soft fingertip,
working it into the hot, velvety skin with a circular motion.  It was
replaced by another drop which she massaged into the ultra-sensitive spot
on the underside of the head.  Round and round and round with the pad of
her fingertip until the liquid was gone.

   Peter's throat was tight and he was unable to make any sound other than
the occasional grunt or moan of pleasure.  He couldn't believe that she was
doing this to him and that it could feel so good!

   "You've been a really good teacher, Peter!" said Marcia.  Up and
down...., up and down....  "I should do something nice for you as a `Thank
You'.  Now I wonder what you want..."

   It was time to give Peter his reward.  His reactions to her masturbating
hands had given Marcia the confidence to carry her relationship with Warren
to the next level.  She now felt she could give Warren Mulhaney a handjob
that would knock his socks off and she'd no doubt be his girlfriend for as
long as she wanted.  She tightened her grip slightly on Peter's cock and
increased the speed of her pumping hand.

   "Unh.., Unh..., Unh..." Peter grunted as he felt the cum rising in his
balls under Marcia's relentless ministrations.  She smiled and squeezed the
shaft a little harder, matching the speed of her fist to Peter's grunting.
The one thing left was for her to actually see a boy's orgasm - the white
cum spurting from his purple cockhead and his facial expression as his body
was wracked with the ultimate pleasure - and all because of her!  Up and
down, up and down, just a little faster...

   "Peter?  Marcia?  We're home!  Come help with the groceries!" Their
mother's voice floated up from the living room.

   Marcia released Peter's cock and jumped from the bed.  Geez!  If Mom
found out about this she'd just FREAK!!!  She headed for the door, but
stopped for a moment and whispered loudly into Peter's ear.  "Sorry, Peter.
I'll just have to finish you off next time."

   Peter was in a haze of desire and now frustration, but he too knew that
to be caught would be unthinkable.  He forced himself from the bed and
pulling up his pants, followed Marcia down the stairs.

   Carol and Alice were unpacking bags of groceries as Marcia strode in,
beaming brightly.  "Hi Mom!" Her brother followed her into the kitchen a
few seconds later.

   "Hi Honey," replied Carol.  "There are more groceries in the car. 
Peter!!  Are you alright??" Carol dropped the cans of peas and rushed over
to him, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his brow.  "You look
feverish! Are you feeling O.K?"

   "I'm fine, Mom, I was just taking a nap." His voice sounded cracked and
hoarse.

   Alice looked over at Peter's flushed face and dishevelled appearance
then at Marcia heading out to the car, her short skirt swirling around her
thighs.

   'O.K.' thought Alice.  'Now it's getting good.  There are enough
pheromones floating around in here to stun a horse!  First Greg and Jan;
now Marcia and Peter.  It's going to be an interesting few years around
here!" She grinned and returned to the grocery bags.

   -----------

   Marcia smiled to herself as she brushed her hair before the mirror.  She
was pleased with how things had worked out.  Hiding in the closet while Jan
did Greg had shown her the power of sex-tease and her own experience with
Peter had confirmed that she too enjoyed the feeling of control that came
from reducing a young teen to a shaking, pleading little boy desperate for
the sexual pleasure that her legs and hands could provide.  She had yet to
fulfill her promise of bringing him off, but she made sure that he had
plenty of opportunities to look up her dress.  Only an hour ago, she had
flipped up her skirt as she passed him in the hallway - just to keep him on
the boil.  She pulled the brush through her long, blonde hair.

   There was a tentative knock at the door; it opened a crack and Peter
stuck in his head.

   "Marcia?" he whispered, "Mom and Alice are in the kitchen and everyone
else is outside.  Could you...?  Please....?  You know......  Just for a
minute?"

   She put down the hairbrush and turned away from the mirror.  "Well...,
O.K.  But just for a minute."

   Peter rushed towards her and stood by her thigh.  He tore down his
zipper and levered his already hard penis into freedom.

   Without getting out of her chair, Marcia put one arm around his waist
and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his shaft.

   "Oh, God..." he moaned as she started jacking his penis, "that feels so
good!  He looked down, watching the purple head of his aching cock
disappear into her pale, pumping fist before re-emerging, swollen and
shining, to receive another languid stroke.

   "Does it, Peter?" up and down....  up and down....  "Does it feel really
good?"

   Looking up at his face, she masturbated him for about a minute and then
withdrew her hand.

   "O.K.  Peter, that's enough.  Better go."

   "Oh, Marcia!  Please, just a little longer?" he begged.  She had worked
on his cock for only a minute, but already had him teetering on the edge of
an orgasm.

   "Now, Peter!  Mom could come in at any time." She loved teasing him like
this.

   "I'll tell you what," she said softly, "next time we have the house to
ourselves, you can look through my closet and choose the dress and panties
you want me to wear while I give you a nice, long leg show.  Then if you're
good, I'll finish you off with my hand, O.K?  Right to the end this time.
Would you like that?"

   Peter nodded, breathing deeply.  Pushing his turgid cock back ito his
pants, he stumbled from the room - probably to finish what she'd begun. 
Looking forward to that should keep him hot and hard for quite a while! 
She laughed quietly to herself and resumed brushing her hair.  'I guess its
true what some people say' she thought, smiling at herself in the mirror.
'Marcia Brady is a bitch!'

   *****

   Act Nine

   In which Jan and Marcia share The Secret and the Brady Boys suffer for
their sins.

   --------------

   It was early on Saturday morning and Carol was packing the two youngest
Bradys into the back of the station wagon.  She and Mike had been invited
to the wedding of an old friend in San Diego and would not be home until
very late that night.  Cindy, who was to be a flower girl and her brother
Bobby were looking forward to the trip.  Mike called for Marcia, Jan, Greg
and Peter then stood in front of the assembled group.

   "Now Alice is on vacation, so you four will be alone for the entire day.
I want you to behave yourselves, do you understand?" He raised an eyebrow
and waited for an answer.

   "Of course we will, Daddy!" replied Marcia.  "We're not kids anymore!"

   Mike smiled and nodded.  "O.K.  We should be back shortly after
midnight. 'Bye, now!" He kissed the the two girls on the cheek then slapped
Greg and Peter on the shoulders as he made his way to the car.  Carol
rolled down the window.

   "Don't forget, girls, the dry cleaner will be here this morning for a
pickup.  The bag is in the laundry room - put whatever you need cleaned in
the bag."

   "Will do, Mom.  Bye!" Mike backed out of the driveway and the car
quickly disappeared down the street.

   The boys went back to their breakfast while Jan and Marcia went up to
their room to make their beds and get the clothing for the dry cleaners. 
Jan pulled her bedsheets tight.

   "Marcia, would you get my red jumper out of the closet please?  That's
all I have for the cleaners this week."

   "Sure." replied Marcia and reached into Jan's closet.  The blue dress
with red stripes which Jan had worn while giving Greg a thigh-job was
hanging alongside the red jumper.  Marcia noticed a chalky white streak on
the back of the flared skirt.  She pulled the dress from the closet and
held it out.

   "You'd better send this one as well." Marcia said.  "Greg left a stain
on it after all!"

   Both girls froze.

   "What do you mean?" asked Jan, understanding perfectly, but going
through the motions.  How had Marcia found out?  If Greg had said anything
that would be the end of their 'games'!

   "Oh, Shoot!" The cat was out of the bag.  Marcia paused, considering. 
"Can you keep a secret, Jan?  Promise not to tell anyone?"

   "Cross my heart!" replied Jan.

   "Well," Marcia continued, "I was going to 'borrow' your cashmere sweater
that night and when I heard the two of you coming upstairs I hid in the
closet.  I watched you cock-teasing Greg with your raised skirt game and
how you made him have an orgasm between your thighs.  That was really cool,
actually." Jan's face reflected the astonishment she felt.  "Don't worry,"
continued Marcia, "I won't say anything.  I guess I can tell you now," her
voice took on a conspiritorial tone, "I'm doing Peter as well!!"

   The astonished look stayed on Jan's face as she assimilated this new
information.

   "You're doing Peter?" she asked incredulously.

   "Uh huh.  I wanted to find out how boys jacked off so I told him I'd
lift my skirt for him if he showed me how he masturbated.  It kind of
developed from there to where now, after I tease him by showing off my
panties for a while, I jerk his cock instead of just watching him do it. 
It's far out how I can make him moan and beg, and I like the way he squirms
around.  You know!  I bet Greg does the same thing when you do him?"

   "Sure.  The longer I keep him on the edge, the more he pleads." Jan
giggled.  "But I've never actually jacked him off - I like him to slide it
between my thighs - it feels so hot against my skin and sometimes it rubs
against the crotch of my panties.  That feels really good.  I do tickle his
cock with my fingers, but I've never actually pumped him to an orgasm."

   The girls were silent for a moment.

   "Listen," said Marcia.  "Mom and Dad won't be home until after midnight.
Why don't we dress up tonight and try to make them crazy?  I'm sure they're
hoping we'll do something with them while we're alone in the house.  If we
work together, we could give them a really good cock-teasing, then if you
want to feel Peter's penis between your thighs for a change, I'll give Greg
a handjob!  I've been wondering what he looks like when he's spurting.  Jan
nodded, an enormous smile on her pretty face.  "Sure!  That's a great
idea!"

   Giggling, the two girls headed downstairs to tell Greg and Peter not to
make any plans for the evening......  --------------

   The tires droned monotonously on the concrete of the interstate as the
four Bradys started on their way home from the wedding.  Cindy and Bobby
were asleep under a blanket in the back of the station wagon.  Carol looked
pensively out of the side window, then turned her head towards her husband.

   "I was a bit concerned a couple of weeks ago."

   Mike glanced sideways at his wife.  "Really?  About what?"

   "About Peter." She paused.  "About all the boys, actually, but
especially Peter.  And Greg."

   Mike raised an enquiring eyebrow and Carol explained.  "Marcia accused
Peter of trying to look up her skirt on the stairs a month or so ago.  He
denied it but it seemed pretty obvious that was what he was doing.  She
hasn't mentioned it again, though, so I guess he's stopped." The thought
that Marcia might now be actively encouraging it never entered her pretty
but empty blonde head.

   Mike gave her a quick glance before returning his attention to the road
ahead.  "I don't think we have to worry, Carol.  The boys are pretty good
kids and they know what is expected of them.  It was probably just a
momentary lapse.  Or Marcia might have been mistaken."

   "I know that," said Carol staring into the distance, "it's just that
those teenage male hormones can be so powerful and Marcia and Jan are
younger than the boys.  The girls are very naïve." She pondered the remote
possibility that the boys might act inappropriately towards her two oldest
daughters.  "They would have told me if they were being pressured though,
so I'm sure there's no problem."

   --------

   It was with more than a little irony that at the very moment the words
were passing Carol's full, moist lips, Jan, wearing nothing but a pair of
tight pink bikini panties and a too-small training bra, was lying on her
back at the edge of her bed with her long blonde hair spread over the quilt
and her legs in the air.  Her puffy-sleeved blue dress and pantyhose, their
purpose fulfilled, lay in a pile on the floor.  Peter was holding both of
her slim calves together over his right shoulder and his fully erect prick
was nestled between her smooth eleven year-old thighs.  The purple head
protruded a good two inches out from the front of her legs and Jan was
squeezing and twisting it with her fingertips.  He moved his hips back and
forth, the delicious sliding pressure of her smooth skin against his penis
bringing him ever closer to spraying a load all over her tummy.  Jan
giggled and trapped the head of his cock with her fingertips as it emerged
from the softness of her thighs.

   "He's like a chipmunk peeking out from his hole!" she said as she rubbed
the velvety head.  Peter groaned and pushed harder, exposing more of his
shaft for the little girl to caress.  After a few seconds, she withdrew her
hand leaving his cock isolated and oozing precum.

   "More, Jan.  Please?"

   She grinned and shook her head mischievously.  "Not yet.  You're getting
too close.  Slide it back and forth some more first." Peter pulled back and
resumed thrusting.  Half a minute later her small hand was back tickling
the head and again lavishing it with pinches, twists and squeezes.  The
pleasure was so intense, Peter's knees almost buckled under him.  Again, he
held her ass and thighs tight against his groin, forcing his penis to
protrude as far as possible towards her flicking, teasing fingers.....

   In the boys' room next door, Greg lay on his bed with his teeth
clenched; his jeans and jockeys bunched just above his knees.  Marcia sat
astride his thighs with her green dress pulled high, her left hand holding
the base of his erection so that it stood vertically away from his stomach.
His swollen glans - indeed his entire body - was being held prisoner
between just the thumb and forefinger of the little blonde's right hand. 
Slowly, and ever so lightly, she slid them up and down over the ridge at
the base of his cockhead.  Every few minutes or so, she'd stop and let his
engorged penis slap against his belly, then holding it down and using just
the tip of her finger, she'd make light circles around and around the
sensitive underside.  Using just two fingers, she had Greg writhing,
moaning and begging under her ministrations.  Marcia looked down into his
pleading eyes and smiled gently.

   "Don't worry, Greg, I'll make you cum, I promise!  In a little while."
She ran her pink tongue over her upper lip then wrapped her entire hand
around poor Greg's overheated prick and gave it half a dozen full, firm
strokes before once more pulling it vertical and resuming the two finger
torture.  "Mom and Dad won't be home for a couple of hours and Peter and
Jan are busy in our room, so we have lots of time to play like.....this..."
Greg's voice caught in his dry throat.  "Oh, God, Marcia, Please...,
PLEASE!"

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   Mike's gaze never left the road ahead as he agreed with his wife.  "I
can't imagine that Greg and Peter would try to force their attentions on
the girls or do anything inappropriate.  I'm sure you're right, Honey. 
There's no problem at all."

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