Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Will Somers Title: The Real Brady Bunch #1: After Hours Part: 1 Universe: The Real Brady Bunch Summary: Jan and Marcia compete for their brothers' attention while Cindy watches a video with Bobby. Keywords: bg, bg, bg, inc, oral, cons, parody, lingerie The Real Brady Bunch #1: After Hours a tribute by Will Somers It was school night at the Brady house. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening. Most of the kids were in the den watching TV. The boys were all in their PJ's. The girls were dressed for bed, too, Cindy in flannel jammies and Jan in a floor-length quilted robe. Marcia was in her room, doing her homework and setting a good, big sister example. Alice strode into the den, hair heaped high with curlers, and watched the opening titles roll by on the screen. "An Officer and A Gentleman." She frowned slightly, but only slightly, of course. "Isn't that an R movie? Your parents don't want you to watch such things, I don't think," she said, trying to sound authoritative without sounding 'mean'. Cindy looked up innocently, bobbing her pigtails. "But it's just on TV. They wouldn't show anything naughty on TV, would they?" Alice looked at the front of the VCR, where the word PLAY was flashing on and off in big, red letters. She never could figure those things out, she thought, wrinkling her brow. "Anyway," she continued, "I know you older kids have homework. Don't you have a test tomorrow, Jan?" Jan sighed, and glumly left the room. Greg tried not to look in Alice's direction, but she caught his eye. Caving in, he headed up to his room, too. Alice left, carrying a small paperback. The cover showed a woman whose long, satin nightgown was being torn off by a hansome man in pirate's garb. Cindy's attention returned to the movie. Her hand fell carelessly into her lap and she shifted her weight around, rocking her thighs, as the kid on the screen got kicked on the face. *** Greg grabbed a big, ugly looking textbook from the desk and climbed into the lower bunk. Jan stood at the door looking in. She sure was developing a terrific body, Greg thought. She kept her narrow waist and slender thighs as her hips and boobs took on a yummy fullness. Not like Marcia, who stuffed tissues in her bra for three seasons trying to look more mature than Jan. "What are you looking at? Aren't you going to go study?" he asked. "Marcia is bitchy tonight and she'll just make some snide comment when I walk in. I'm just putting it off." Then Jan stepped into the room, shutting the door. "Those robes you girls wear sure are ugly," Greg said. "Take it off. Don't you wear anything underneath?" Jan unzipped the robe, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a pretty pink nighty. The silky fabric fell softly to its lacy hem floating just above her knees. "See?" she said, "Just like Mom gets to wear." "Yeah, but her nipples never show through the fabric like that," Greg replied. His hand reached out to caress the cute mound that tipped Jan's swelling breast. "Nice," he mumbled. Maybe Mom never gets turned on, Jan thought. She closed her eyes as Greg's fingers teased her nipples more and more erect. Soon they were in bed, tongue kissing. Greg lifted up Jan's nighty and ran his finger over her young pussy, which got wetter and wetter. Jan grabbed his prick and pumped it as he got harder and harder. Jan didn't pay attention to the noise in the bathroom, she was having too much fun. She sighed, and Greg's persistent touch wrung tiny moans from her, ever louder and louder. Jan felt herself lifted higher and higher, closer to orgasm, when suddenly she heard a knock at the bedroom door. Greg shoved her out of the bed and Jan landed on the floor with a thump. She jumped to her feet, trying to smooth down the skirts of her nigthy. Greg recovered his textbook, trying to look busy. The door opened and Marcia walked in. Jan saw her eyes take in the robe lying on the floor and examine Jan's rumpled nighty and hair. If she noticed Greg's hardon, she didn't let on. Looking at Jan, Marcia said, "Don't you have a test tomorrow?" using her best, Nice but Patronizing Big Sister voice. Jan bit her lip and fled the room. *** Greg looked at Marcia, encased in her quilted robe. "Those robes you girls wear sure are ugly," he said. "Don't you wear anything underneath?" Marcia smirked and unzipped her robe, then pulled it slowly over her head. Greg watched as the hem travelled upwards, baring her long, tanned legs and moving up her bare thighs. He swallowed quickly as she paused, just for a moment, right before her crotch. The upwards sweep continued, briefly uncovering satin bikini panties just before the frothy hem of a babydoll nighty whooshed down about her thighs. The top of her babydoll was cut really low with little more than patches of silky fabric covering her breasts, cradling them with an Empire style elastic waistline. The thin, spaghetti-like straps tied around the back of her neck, with the end of a long, lazy bow peeping around from beneath her straight, blonde hair. "Young teens aren't supposed to dress like that on TV, are they?" Greg commented, trying not to drool. "I thought our Costume Department only catered to family-oriented clothing." "I got it at Frederick's at the mall," Marcia replied. "Like it?" Marcia twirled around, making the ruffled hem float a few inches higher, uncovering the matching bikini panties along with bare skin up to her navel. Then she struck a pose right in front of Greg, with one leg propped up on Peter's toolbox, lying nearby. Greg reached out and ran his hand up the soft skin inside Marcia's thigh, then over the silky fabric covering her pussy. Marcia sighed and spread her thighs as she moved closer. Greg pulled her forward and crushed his mouth against her panties, moving his mouth over the satin crotch. Marcia climbed into the narrow bed, discarding her panties. Soon she was moaning loudly as Greg's tongue twirled about her clit. *** Cindy's hand had crept beneath the waistband of her jammie bottoms as she watched the men go through the obstacle course. A guy swung on the rope and fell, and Cindy watched closely as he hit the water, face first, with a loud, almost painful slap. She squeezed her thighs together around her fingertips. Then she reached for the remote control, and ran the sequence again. "Hey!" Peter complained. But Cindy ignored him. "But this isn't a tape," Bobby said, surprised. Cindy looked at Peter and rolled her eyes. If it wasn't for his agent, he'd probably be on Holywood Boulevard asking for handouts, and wondering why men kept inviting him to their hotel rooms. "It's okay, Bobby. Just think of it as magic," Peter explained. Nobody except Alice cared if they watched some dumb R-rated flick, and Bobby probably wouldn't know what the difference was anyway. Alice wouldn't care either if it wasn't for that nutball religious cult she'd started hanging out with. They probably outlawed sex, not that it would matter to Alice, who got off just cooking oatmeal. "She's still not going to get over that wall," Bobby added, as the woman in fatigues tried to climb the thick rope. "Just shut up, Bobby," Cindy said as Peter got up and left. *** It just wasn't fair, Jan thought. She was trying to study, ignoring the moist, tingly feeling between her legs. Whenever Jan thought she was getting ahead, or even breaking even, Marcia would horn right in. After that wonderful hunk on the JV football team popped Jan's cherry, Marcia lured him away and then humiliated him so completely that he wouldn't go near our street again, much less into the Brady household. And she acts like she's doing me favors! When Jan's bust started to out-develop Marcia's, she half expected Marcia's agent to get Jan wrapped in an ace bandage. Then there was that crap about getting parity on syndication residuals. Once Jan straightened that out and won, Marcia got a guest appearance on "Love Boat!" Shit. She heard a knock at the door and Peter came in. "You're not wearing your robe," he said. "Give me a break," Jan replied. "What happened to the movie on TV? Did the VCR break down?" Sarcasm. "They were getting to that dance part. Every time that band plays 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon' I want to puke." Peter tried not to stare at Jan. "You look better without that dumb robe, anyway." "It's really a bitch to wear those under studio lights. This shows off my figure better, anyway." "Still pissed off about 'Love Boat,' I guess." "Aren't you? Some family." Jan shifted around on her bed, and then hem of her nighty rode up, uncovering most of her thighs, the lacy hem barely covering her bush. Too bad the casting agents won't see this, she thought. She fought an urge to pinch her nipples and see what Peter did. But she smiled at the thought. Peter wished he hadn't mentioned 'Love Boat.' He was trying not to imagine his hands running over Jan's round breasts, poorly concealed under her nighty. He tried not to imagine his face pressed between her warm thighs, exploring her sweet bush with his face. He tried, but not too well. His prick was pretty hard. "I think this nighty is as pretty as any that Mom gets to wear," she said, running her hands along her sides, molding her figure, and pulling the fabric momentarily taut over her breasts and nipples. Peter let out a sharp breath and Jan saw the impossible to hide bulge in his PJ's. "So, is that a baseball bat in your pocket, or are you glad to see me," she said, wickedly. Peter replied by pouncing on her, trying to pull her down on the bed with him, and getting as much body contact as he could. Jan giggled and fought back, pinning him to the bed. Peter decided that this was one fight he would be happy to lose, especially as Jan's thighs wrapped around him while her boobs jiggled under the loose, silky fabric, inches from his face. Just then, the sound of a flushing toilet was heard in the bathroom. Jan tried to ignore it, but Peter wriggled from under her, and not with a playful wiggle. In seconds his rock-hard prick hung limp inside his PJs. Jan was so mad that she stormed into the bathroom. She found Marcia running water into the wash basin, waiting for the water to heat up. Her fingers were liberally splattered with gobs of white stuff, sticky and pungent. Jan squeezed past Marcia and went into the boys' room, closing the door behind her. *** Bobby watched with rapt attention as the long, bare expanse of the girl's back undulated on the TV screen, her breasts jiggling slightly as she moved. The man underneath her looked absorbed with his pleasure. Cindy glanced at Bobby and sighed, feeling a little sorry for him. "See what they're doing, Bobby?" she asked. "Do you want to do that with a girl some time?" "I dunno. Maybe. Will you do it with me, Cindy?" "No, Bobby. I think that would be miscegenation, or something. But I can help. Here, let's get your dong out." Cindy punched the remote control, to replay the good part. She ran her fingertips up and down his penis until it started to harden. She restarted the tape, watching out of the corner of her eye as she ran her tongue up and down Bobby's prick. Bobby moaned. *** Peter sat dumbly on Jan's bed, as if he hoped something else would happen. He wasn't sure what _might_ happen or what _could_ have happened, but he had some pretty interesting ideas. Marcia emerged from the bathroom, finding him still there. Peter's oldest sister looked at him and decided she needed some privacy. "Don't you have something to do that's not in my bedroom?" she asked. "Go watch the movie. If you hurry, you might still see the hanging." Peter walked down the stairs, shaking his head. These girls are acting pretty strange tonight, he thought. He found Cindy and Bobby still in the den. Bobby was asleep on the couch and Cindy sat nearby under a blanket. Her jammie bottoms sat unnoticed in a heap next to the couch. He'd missed the hanging but arrived just in time for the big fight. Cindy let out a short breath as the sergeant pulled off his shirt. "Leave the boots on," she whispered, mostly to herself. She started to rock back and forth, visibly controlling her breathing, as the fight started. Peter was quickly caught up in the feints and counters, forgetting his little sister. When the sergeant finally rendered his coup de grace, both kids let out a loud groan, Peter out of sympathy for a foot in the balls and Cindy for her own reasons. Still absorbed, Peter ignored Cindy's labored breathing as the scene closed. The sound of the family car reached the den as Mom and Dad pulled into the garage. Peter looked at Cindy with alarm and a bit of disappointment. Cindy flipped the Eject button and said, "We've seen all the good parts, anyway." Then she retrieved her jammy bottoms and headed up to her room. *** Greg was still lying on the bottom bunk when Jan entered the room. He was looking at his textbook again, but with a grin that looked both sated and smug. Feeling more than a little pissed off (and horny), Jan had to say, "You mean she didn't swallow it?" Greg's face fell, and flushed slightly. Jan looked more surprised. "You mean she didn't even use her mouth? Not at all?" Greg shook his head. Jan, feeling almost sorry for him, sighed and said, "I shouldn't do this, but..." and crawled into the narrow bunk. Greg was pretty limp, but that seemed to be the only kind available in the Brady house that night. Jan explored lightly with her tongue, to see if any life was left. "Oooh," Greg moaned. "That feels great." Jan's tongue ran up and down Greg's cock, feeling it harden again. She caught a few flecks, sharp and pungent, left over from Marcia's hand job. Not bad, she thought. Greg let out another moan as she continued to move up and down his cock. My god, Jan thought, he didn't seem this big before. He's lots more impressive up close. She took him all the way into her mouth, enveloping his cock. As she sucked, Greg kept getting bigger and thicker and harder until Jan couldn't take all of him into her mouth any more. She kept working him, though, running her tongue over his sensitive skin. Meanwhile, Greg moved his own face between her legs and explored her dripping pussy. "I want you inside me," Jan hissed, and she climbed on top of him. She was really wet and ready, but she still had to be careful taking him inside her. Soon she had his thick cock stuck up inside her and she slowly rode him up and down. His big cock filled her, and with only the lightest touch on her swollen clit she shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. Jan gave him a dazzling smile as she climbed off his still swollen member and nestled betwen his legs. Then Greg felt warm, soft lips, smooth as velvet, and her warm, wet tongue, as she enveloped his penis with her mouth. Greg felt Jan circle her lips below the head of his prick, at the ridge, and flick the tip of her tongue with feather strokes across the tip of his prick, sucking lightly, teasingly. Jan opened her mouth wide, taking his shaft in again with a slick but tight grip. Greg moaned with pleasure. Her tongue swirled about his shaft like a snaking spiral, up and down and around. Her smooth hand, wet with saliva, gripped his shaft like a vice as she pumped the upper end in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. Greg gyrated his hips, trying to mush his raging prick against Jan's face as her tongue continued its magic. He's getting close, she thought, as she ran her lips roughly over his underside, drawing moans from his throat. Soon. The sound of the garage door opener filtered through Jan's ears, followed by a muffled roar as the family station wagon pulled into the driveway. Jan lept out of the bunk and disappeared through the bathroom door. Greg lay there for a moment, eyeing his rigid prick. Then he watched it wilt. *** Marcia looked at her sharply as Jan emerged from the bathroom. Jan looked right back at her and said, "Greg was helping me with social studies. I'm going to bed." *** Just after Mom and Dad closed the door to the boys' room, Peter rolled over and whispered, "Greg, could you tell me something?" "What?" "What do the girls wear under those ugly quilted quilted robes, anyway?" Greg snorted and went to sleep. *** Copyright 1992, 2006 by Will Somers. Rights to reproduce or embellish are gleefully granted as long as an acknowledgement of the original author is included. *** This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 543 Howard Street, 5th Floor, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.