Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Will Somers Title: The Real Brady Bunch #2: Skipping Homework Part: 2 Universe: The Real Brady Bunch Summary: Marcia dresses for action under her quilted robe, Jan surprises Greg, and Cindy puts a collar on Bobby. Keywords: bg, bg, bg, inc, oral, piv, parody, lingerie, light bd The Real Brady Bunch #2: Skipping Homework a tribute by Will Somers Marcia wasn't sure what was happening with Greg and Jan, but she couldn't do anything about it either. They all endured evening after evening of wholesome family entertainment as Mom and Dad insured that the kids did their homework and didn't watch too much TV. A hassle, but it brought in the bucks. Finally Mom and Dad just had to get out of the house for an evening. After getting dressed for bed, Marcia searched the house for Greg. She finally spotted him in the living room reading the Sears catalog. She started down the stairs towards him just as Alice walked into the room, carrying one of her paperbacks. The cover of this one showed a girl shackled in a dungeon as a hansome brigand cut through the remaining strap of her gown with his saber. Looking at Marcia in her quilted robe, she said, "Isn't it your turn to wear flannel jammies? I was sure you were supposed to wear flannel jammies this time." Marcia looked at her sharply. "No. I traded with Cindy." "Bullshit," Cindy said, walking in wearing her quilted robe. "Well, maybe it was Jan." Marcia tried to look innocent. Alice looked at her feet. "Where are your fuzzy slippers? You aren't wearing fuzzy slippers." Looking closer at Marcia's feet, Alice exclaims, "You're wearing nylons! You can't wear nylons to bed." "It's okay, Alice. Really." Marcia started to look nervous. "My feet were cold. Just not that cold. I put on slipons, that's all. Look, I'll go back and put on my fuzzy slippers, okay?" Marcia fled back up the stairs. "And flannel jammies, that's a good girl," Alice called after her. Back in her room, Marcia stripped off her robe and stood in front of the mirror. Too bad, Greg. Shit. Marcia undid the half-cup bra that cradled her breasts, making both nipples stick up like little points. Then she slipped off the lace-edged satin bikini panties that coordinated so nicely with the satin garterbelt. Bummer. This would have been a fantasy and a half for a horny guy like Greg. She unsnapped the stockings and rolled them off her thighs. Let's see, she thought, looking through her jammies. We've got dull flannel, ugly flannel, and industrial strength flannel. Fuck. Her eyes returned to the froth of satin discarded on her bed, and suddenly she forgot all about Alice. *** Jan peeked into the boys' bedroom. No Greg. Just Peter on that same bottom bunk, studying. Well, not really. A thick, dull looking textbook sat on the bunk nearby. Peter was reading the latest copy of "Variety." Jan hesitated and then asked, "Where's Greg?" "Dunno. Why?" "Er, he's supposed to help me with social studies tonight." "I thought that test was last week." "Yeah, and what's that you're studying for? Looks more like job hunting to me." Jan paused and bit her lip. "Sorry." Peter looked at Jan, trying to imagine the lucious body he remembered was under that quilted robe. "Why do you wear that ugly thing?" "It's a contract requirement." Jan looked at Peter with a little smile. "Do you want me to take it off?" Peter tried to be suave. "Suit yourself. But it sure is ugly." Jan dropped it on the floor, leaving herself in a short, white nighty of silky nylon. Juliette style, it had a low, round neckline and a high waist that nicely shaped her young but swelling breasts. The hem danced about her slim thighs as she moved across the room. "You know," he continued, "I'm still trying to figure out that wrestling hold you tried on me last week. I've never seen such a move at a tournament but it worked really slick. Try it again." A little confused, but not very, Jan stood next to Peter and lifted her arms. "That's right," Peter encouraged, "Now, take my hands and push!" Jan fell headfirst onto the bed, covering Peter with her body. Her face was right next to his, and he whispered, "I lose, I guess." Then he opened his mouth and kissed her. Jan's lips parted as Peter's tongue slithered in and around, caressing her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. *** Marcia's ears pricked up. She was sure she heard something. A sort of mewing sound from the boys' room. Sort of like Jan having an awfully good time while I'm hiding from Alice, she thought. She slipped into her quilted robe. I don't care. I'll wear those damn slippers but there's no way I'm wearing flannel jammies tonight, she thought. Marcia crept quietly into the bathroom and listened at the door to the boys' room. Sure enough. Opening the door a crack, Marcia could clearly see Jan lying on that bottom bunk, thighs open, and her nighty bunched up around her stomach. Peter's head was bobbing up and down between her legs with a slow, delicious rhythmn. Jan let out a loud gasp and Marcia shrank down, trying not to be seen. No, Jan's too absorbed to see anything, that's for sure. Marcia moved to get a better look. She could see the long, pointed tip of Peter's tongue dancing over Jan's clit. The muscles of Jan's thighs rippled as his tongue danced, and her breasts rose and fell with uneven, labored breathing. Marcia had never imagined her little brother had such talent. He was playing Jan like a violin. He strummed and she just quivered. Marcia's hand stole down to her own pussy, which was getting damp as she watched. She had to lift that goddamned robe out of the way, but then her finger could tickle her clit, pretending that she felt Peter's long, rough tongue. Then she remembered herself, and crept back to her bedroom and down the hall to the other door to the boys' room. She knocked. Loudly. There was a loud bump as Jan landed on the floor. Marcia opened the door just as Jan got to her feet. She looked at Marcia and said, "You're supposed to be wearing flannel jammies." "Get lost." Marcia looked at Jan. She meant it. Jan collected her quilted robe and left, steaming. *** Jan passed Cindy in the hall and stopped. Her little sister was leading Bobby with a leather collar around his neck. "What are you doing with Tiger's collar?" Jan asked. "It's part of my science fair project." Cindy pointed to the garment wadded up under Jan's arm. "You're not wearing your quilted robe." "Never mind. Where are you going with him? And what kind of science fair project is this, anyway?" Jan wondered. "It's, er, biology. We'll just be in the garage." Cindy started moving down the hall again, faster, towards the stairs. "If you don't want to wear your quilted robe, be sure to put on your flannel jammies. Anyway, Marcia said you traded with her." Cindy moved a little faster, egging Bobby on with the leash. "Get a life," Jan snarled, as Cindy started down the stairs. The hem of Cindy's quilted robe swirled as she stepped, uncovering the heel of a leather boot. *** Peter laid on his bed watching Marcia, waiting for something else to happen. He licked his lips, twirling his tongue. He could still taste Jan. "So what were you and Jan talking about?" Marcia asked, turning to Peter. "I asked her what you girls wear under those ugly quilted robes," Peter replied. Marcia smiled. *** Alice peeked out of the kitchen as Jan walked down the stairs. She caught Jan's eye and Jan asked, "Have you seen Greg?" "He's using Mister Brady's office to study. Who's wearing flannel jammies tonight? I think Marcia said you were, Jan." Alice took her duties seriously. "No, it's Marcia's turn. I think she's upstairs changing." Jan added, "You might want to check on her in a minute." "Well, she's getting older and responsible, you know," replied Alice, "and we need to trust her to do what she's told." Jan gave her a sweet glance, "Maybe, but we'll always need a little help from you, Alice." Alice beamed as Jan left. *** Greg looked up with alarm as the door opened. Should have locked it, he thought, as he shoveled the magazines under his dad's desk. He was struggling back into his pants as Jan appeared. He sat back down behind the desk, blushing but trying not to look unclothed. "What do you want, can't you see I'm busy!" Offense is sometimes the best defense. "Relax. I just had to get out of there," she replied. "Did you find something interesting?" She reached under the desk and retrieved a magazine, ignoring Greg's modified state of undress. She looked at the girl on the cover, naked with satin fabric draped strategically over her private parts. Jan paused, and then mumbled, "I hear the articles are good." Greg suppressed a snort. Then he noticed how nice Jan's breasts looked under her nighty. The thin fabric simply emphasized the glories beneath. Her nipples looked like little strawberries, their shape and color clearly visible under the white nylon. The gown cinched in just below her young breasts, lifting them high, pointing outwards a little. "Better lock the door first," he said as Jan opened the magazine. *** God, this is great, Peter thought, as his tongue moved up and down Marcia's pussy. She was spreadeagled on the bottom bunk with her legs on his shoulders. Her nylon clad thighs caressed his ears and back, gyrating with the ministrations of his tongue. His hands ran up and down her sides, fondling the satin and lace detailing on her garterbelt. Marcia felt her muscles tighten with little spasms of pleasure, making her quiver slowly and surely towards orgasm. Each lick of Peter's tongue seemed to move her a little closer, each pause let her fall a little back, only to be built up again. She felt her nipples crinkle. Then a pause. Again. Then a pause. Soon. Soon. The knock at the door startled Peter out of his crouching position. Marcia's limbs was so tangled with his that they both lost balance and slid off the bed with a bump. "Peter, are you OK? What happened?" Alice wouldn't barge in since she Respected Their Privacy, but she might think it was An Emergency and then she'd want to Save The Children. "Just a minute, I'm putting my pyjamas on," Peter called. Marcia sprinted to the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind her. "That's taking an awful long time, Peter." "Okay, come on in." Alice found him in his bunk, pyjama top on, reading a textbook. Peter shifted uneasily under the blanket, trying to hide his hardon. "What was that noise?" Alice wanted to know. "Er, I dropped my textbook." "That was a pretty loud bump. But I guess that's a pretty big textbook, too." Alice chuckled at her own joke. "Why are you licking your lips so much? You're too old to be sneaking candy up here aren't you, Peter?" Then her eyes narrowed. "What's this?" she asked, gesturing at the floor. Peter froze as he recognized the silky froth of Marcia's panties, lying near the end of the bed. Alice bent over and picked up the copy of "Variety." Looking stern, she said, "Now Peter, you know you're supposed to concentrate on your homework. Besides, if there's one thing I've learned after years in this business, it's to trust your agent and not worry yourself. We all have great futures ahead of us, take it from me!" Dropping "Variety" on a nearby dresser, she stooped and picked up Marcia's panties. She left the room muttering, "Those girls leave dirty clothes everywhere." *** "How does this feel, Bobby?" "Okay, but don't pull so hard. Oww." "How's that?" "Yeah, no, oww! Wait a minute." Bobby peered out of the garage towards the brighly lit window of their parent's room. "Hey, there's Jan and she's bouncing on Mom and Dad's bed!" "Never mind. Pay attention to the experiment." Peter turned to the window again. "I think I see Greg, too. Jan's face looks funny." "Lemme see." Cindy pulled on the leash, moving Bobby out of the way. She could see Jan sitting straight up, back slightly arched, smoothly bobbing up and down. The bright bedroom lights made her look like a young angel in her white nighty, with a dreamy look of heavenly bliss on her face. Cindy marvelled at how strong and tight Jan's thigh and calf muscles must be. She couldn't see much of Greg beneath Jan's undulating body, but he was obviously naked. His hips and crotch were hidden under the white skirts of Jan's nighty. "Do you want to watch, Bobby?" "Watch what?" "Never mind." Cindy paused. "How about if we play the Sixty Nine Game with me on top? If you're good I'll take off the handcuffs." Cindy knew she'd have to offer him something. "No. Handcuffs first!" "Okay, you win. But the collar stays on!" *** Greg stretched out on his back as Jan straddled him. She lifted the hem of her nighty as she settled down on him, and he watched the tip of his prick disappear slowly into the mass of soft curls covering her young pussy. Jan moaned as she slowly settled on his thick penis, burying it in her warm, moist pussy. As they got into a good rhythmn, Greg reached up and fondled her breasts through the smooth nylon fabric of her nighty. Grabbing first one nipple, then the other, he rolled them gently between his fingertips as Jan sighed with pleasure. The little strawberries changed shape to his touch, reaching towards his fingers. Jan leaned her head back and sighed, her straight blond hair floating about her shoulders as she pumped up and down on his cock. Greg lost sight of her pussy, hidden under the hem of her nighty, spread about his chest and legs. But he didn't mind, since the feeling inside her pussy was incredible. Jan moved up and down on him, drawing him out almost to the tip, then settling back down and taking in his cock again to the hilt. Even as she pulled away, Greg could feel her still grasping at his cock, holding him in a silky vise. His mind raced, and erotic tension mixed with a new found fondness for his young sister. Jan felt him going soft. "What's wrong?" she asked. A poor choice of words. Greg wilted some more. "Er," Greg started. "Uh, maybe I shouldn't come inside you?" Jan snapped, "Gimme a break. I'm on the Pill. Now don't tell anyone, not even Marsha!" She was trying to remain calm, but Greg's cock was reaching the consistency of Jello. Jan laid down, pressing her body against him and licking his ear, as she tried to keep the rhythmn going. Greg turned his face and tongue kissed with her. He slipped the nighty off her shoulders, pulling the neckline low to uncover her breasts. She sat up again and crushed his face against her. Greg's tongue circled a nipple as he felt himself harden again. His hand moved beneath the creeping hem of her nighty and rubbed her clit, moving in time with Jan's faster and faster tempo. Then she shuddered, and Greg moved as fast as he could as she came. She writhed around on his prick and moaned as she was rocked by waves and waves of orgasm. Greg was again rock hard, on the verge of begging her for an orgasm. So Jan went back down on his huge prick, lashing it with her tongue as she pumped it with her fist. She soon had him built up to the point where he was raising his bottom upwards towards her, savoring every touch of her lips and tongue. This could have been a blissful, erotic moment. But Greg had whipsawed a bit too much between dread and delight that night. He came suddenly and unexpectedly. Only a couple of flecks fell on their parents' bedspread. Most of it landed on Jan's nighty. She bit her lip. Some things just aren't worth griping about. "Hey, we missed the bedspread." Greg didn't look very closely, though he noticed flecks of come glistening on Jan's cheek. Jan disappeared into their parents' bathroom and returned with a washcloth. As she cleaned the bedspread she wondered if they'd notice the odor. Would it matter if they did? After all, she had a contract. *** 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.