Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Will Somers Title: The Real Brady Bunch: Slumber Party, Part 1 Universe: Real Brady Bunch Summary: The Brady girls go to a slumber party given by Laurie Partridge to play Truth or Dare and hang out with her brothers Keywords: mf, bg, cons, oral, piv, bond To help make peace among the warring nations, the Brady girls were invited to a slumber party given by Lori Partridge. Mr. Leonard insisted they attend and, without a contract exclusion, the girls couldn't possibly get out of it. So the girls packed up nightwear, sleeping bags, stuffed animals, and other flotsam of girlhood, and submitted to a trip across the Valley to the Partridge home. Cindy climbed into the car holding her teddy bear in one hand and her travel bag in the other. She was already wearing her quilted robe. Jan climbed in behind her and asked, "Cindy, why are you wearing that in the car?" "I didn't want to pack a lot of clothes, so I'm wearing my PJs there." Marcia opened the other door to climb in, and added, "That's not going to win the Fashion Show, either." Jan looked up with surprise and asked, "What do you mean: Fashion Show?" "Didn't you hear? Laurie Partridge likes to do a Fashion Show at her slumber parties. Maybe she misses modeling." Marcia tried to sound unconcerned. "Marcia! Why didn't you tell me! I let those assholes in Wardrobe fill my bag with junk! I thought we were 'off' tonight!" Jan started to hyperventilate. "Now, Jan, just relax," her mother interjected. "It's just a party. You girls need to get to know each other better. Then you'll find you like each other fine instead of continuing this silly feud." "Yeah," Marcia added, "it's not as if you have the sort of reasons I do to hate those Partridges." "Now Marcia, don't you start, too! Remember, these are family-oriented shows. We all have to be nice, above all!" ***** "Okay, time to put on nighties!" Laurie sang it out like a camp counselor moving her charges to their next activity. Girl #1 looked up at her hostess and asked, "You want us to change right here? What about your brothers?" "I just checked with Mom. She's patrolling the upstairs halls to keep them in their rooms." With that, Laurie undid her bell bottoms and let them fall, Stepping out of the too-neat pile they made on the floor, she slipped off her top and undid her bra. Then she slipped into her nightie. It was a long, slender gown of shimmering nylon satin decorated in a muted floral pattern. Spaghetti straps met two ribbon and lace trimmed triangles that left bare the smooth skin of her shoulders and throat. To Girl #1's unasked question, Laurie said, "Barbizon." Marcia couldn't help thinking that the skinny gown made Laurie look like a shiny bean pole. Girl #2 and Girl #3 quickly followed, while the older Brady girls and Girl #1 rummaged around in their bags. "Cindy, you're first, since you're the first dressed!" Laurie gestured their little sister to stand on the "stage" at one end of the living room. Laurie aimed a gooseneck lamp at her, pretending it was a spotlight. "And here, we have Miss Cindy Brady modeling, what's that? Nylon pyjamas with lacy ruffles at the wrists and ankles! But wait, are those long pyjamas? No, they're not long enough for long. Short? No, they kind of reach the elbows. And the fabric? Perhaps the finest K-Mart ever offered!" Girl #1 and Girl #2 joined Laurie in her laughter. "We'll just see who laughs here, Miss Ex-Model Asshole," Marcia muttered, just loud enough for Jan's benefit. Looking at her sister, Marcia added, "Go ahead, you might as well get it over with. I'm sorry I didn't warn you." Jan shrugged. Grabbing her little bag, she headed towards the stairs. Laurie was fingering the hem of Girl #2's babydoll nighty. "Antron III nylon tricot. Finely woven into a light, smooth satin fabric. Beautiful. Cute matching panties, too. Double fabric crotch?" Girl #2 nodded. "This way to the bathroom?" Girl #3 pointed up the stairs as Laurie turned. "We have to change down here, Jan!" Laurie sounded annoyed. "Sorry, I need the bathroom!" Laurie turned to Girl #2 and whispered, too loudly, "Right. I doubt she's reached 'that time of month' yet. What do you think?" Girl #2 snorted in contemptuous agreement. Meanwhile, Girl #1 had slipped into her nighty and stepped onto Laurie's makeshift stage. "Aah, lovely satin fabric," Laurie said, slipping into her fake announcer's voice, "trimmed around the sleeveless neckline with lace edging and same-fabric piping. Elegant hem with a wide band of lace. I especially like the slightly fitted bodice, emphasizing the model's lovely figure!" Girl #1 smiled. The attention made her nipples erect into little points beneath the fabric. She walked back to her sleeping bag just as Jan appeared at the top of the steps. "Just in time!" Laurie called out. With a sigh, Jan strode into Laurie's makeshift spotlight and stood there while Laurie took aim. "Can't you girls wear anything on that show but crap?" Laurie gave Jan a pitying look. Jan bit her lip and tried to keep her voice calm. "It's in the contract. We have to wear whatever Mr. Leonard gets us. It's not all bad." "Sure it is!" Laurie burst out laughing, joined by the other girls. While attention was focused on Jan, Marcia had slipped into her nightgown. Striding towards the stage, she gestured Jan to move along. Jan gave her sister a withering look, but abandoned the stage with a huge feeling of relief. The knives were coming out, but she escaped with only a few cuts. Girl #3 made a noise, a "Wow!" whispered low but clear, as Marcia stepped into the makeshift spotlights. Laurie paused, almost dumfounded, at her guest's appearance, and Marcia played announcer herself. "From renowned designer Janet Reger, this gown is trimmed around the keyhole neckline with translucent lace and same-fabric piping. The capped sleeves give it a peasant aura. The fabric is a satin tricot of Antron III nylon, woven exclusively for Janet Reger." With a twirl, Marcia walked back to her sleeping bag. As Marcia settled herself down, Girl #1 and Girl #2 moved towards her and Girl #2 asked, "Can I see the fabric?" As Girl #3 looked towards the others, Laurie stood up and announced, "Time for Truth or Dare!" ***** "Yes, yes! Truth or Dare!" The other girls chimed in, making it a clear majority. The Brady girls looked around, wishing it hadn't happened so soon. Another girl chimed in, "Jan, you're a guest, so why don't you roll the dice. Remember, we count from you to pick who goes for Truth or Dare!" Jan rolled, hoping it wouldn't be her. There were too many things she couldn't stand to talk about, especially with these girls. One, two, three, four, ... Laurie! "Laurie, it's you!" Girl #2 and Girl #3 chimed in, giggling. "I didn't want it first!" The tall girl giggled and tried to look shy. The little act might have fooled Cindy, or maybe Jan, but it didn't fool any of the older girls. "Let's have Marcia ask the question!" Laurie looked around to see who said that, but couldn't tell. Her protests were drowned out by a chorus of "Yes, yes!" Marcia got a funny smile and looked up at her hostess. "Okay, Laurie, you know the question that all America wants to know: you're an ex-model and now you're an actress and singer. Is this all too good to be true? Don't you really just lip-synch your songs?" A couple girls giggled, but mostly there was silence as Laurie looked in surprise at her sharp-tongued guest. So that's how it's going to be. Well, you little bitch... "Actually, I've taken voice lessons all my life and I sing my own songs!" So there, you talent-free blond asshole. "My roll!" Laurie sang out, as she rolled the dice in Marcia's direction, with obvious intent. Sure enough, one, two, three.. "Marcia, it's you! Truth or Dare! Let *me* choose!" Laurie considered her adversary carefully as she framed the question in her mind. But it was obvious: what did *everyone* wonder about that household? After all, they're adopted so it wouldn't really be incest, would it? "Here's the question: have you ever made out with that hunky big brother of yours?" To rub salt on the wound, Laurie added, "Of course, he's not an international rock star, but he's a fox: what girl would ever kick him out of her bed?" Marcia felt herself turning red, then realized she had to hold up the family honor. "Er, I'll take the dare!" Marcia stared back at her, without a hint of backing down. "Fine. Here's the dare: go upstairs and knock on my brother Keith's bedroom door!" "OK!" Keith Partridge was about the last person on the planet she wanted to see, especially tonight, but a dare was a dare. Maybe she'd kick him in the balls to pay him back for last time. "But she can't see a boy's bedroom by herself!" Cindy's plaintive little voice carried across the living room. "I hafta go to the bathroom. I can go with her!" "Let's go together, Cindy!" Marcia put on an air of victory as she marched towards the staircase with her little sister. As the girls disappeared up the stairs, Girl #2 turned to Laurie and asked, "I don't get it. Why's that a dare?" Laurie smiled. "Let's just say they have some history." "Who cares? Give me THAT dare any day! 'Oh, Br'er Bear, please don't throw me in that briar patch!'" The older girls laughed. ***** "Oh, Br'e'r Bear, please don't throw me in that briar patch!" The cheap speaker scratched out the words as Danny squinted at the TV picture. Kind of fuzzy, but it gave him generous eyefuls of hot girls in thin nighties. And so much easier than trying to hide behind the drapes! Danny gently stroked his prick as he considered the girls on the TV screen. His member was soft and wilted after the dressing and fashion shows. Boy, did those girls have fine little bodies, especially those Brady girls. No doubt his big brother would get himself a piece of that older one! Danny was a real sucker for blondes. Noises in the hallway drew his attention from the screen. Marcia and Cindy, no doubt. The bathroom door closed. Then there was a knock, obviously on Keith's door. He got up and pressed his ear against his locked bedroom door, wondering how Keith would talk that hot Brady girl into his room. He didn't doubt his brother's skill, though usually it was enough just to be Keith Partridge to get a girl to toss her panties, and then herself, in his direction. Danny peeked into the hall as he heard his brother's door close. Sure enough, Marcia was in his room, not in the hall. Good work, big brother! Now, if only *he* could get a Brady girl, or any one of those girls, into his room. He ought to be able to get Jan, after all, she's only a little older than him and he's a pretty big star, too. She might like his "bad boy" reputation, even. A shaft of light spilled into the hallway as the bathroom door opened. Cindy Brady, dressed only in her polyester blend pyjamas, walked barefoot down the hall. Leaning out with slightly more of a smile than a leer, Danny asked, "Little girl, would you like some candy?" He suppressed the urge to draw the last word out or cackle like a melodrama villan. Cindy looked at him with her wide eyes and said, "Gee, aren't you Danny Partridge?" Danny smiled to himself, and thought, "This is going to be easy!" ***** "Ungh, Ungh, UNGH!" The rude noises escaped Marcia each time Keith rammed deep inside her. The whole thing was incredible and she felt really turned on, but something was missing. The word "technique" flashed through her consciousness and she idly wondered if she should squeeze her pussy around Keith's long, thick member. Her eyes watered as Keith roughly squeezed her tits through the nylon nighty. She tried to concentrate on the fleeting excitement that touched her clit when Keith ground his crotch against hers. Maybe, maybe, maybe... any second now... Not pausing, Keith hissed at her, "You had your period?" Marcia wasn't sure if she said "yes" or nodded or what, but she felt Keith withdraw. She propped herself up in surprise, just in time to see him unload all over her bare hips. Quickly she tugged the hem of her mom's nighty out of Keith's firing line. Spent, he flopped onto the bed next to her. Both kids were still panting. Marcia was afraid to move, not wanting the puddles of spunk to make more of a mess. As she caught her breath, she tried to suppress her annoyance and disappointment. Choosing her tone of voice carefully, she said "Could you get me a towel?" Between gasps, Keith replied, "They're in the bathroom." "Kleenex, then." Keith didn't seem to hear. Marcia let a little annoyance show. "Keith...?" From the hallway, they heard a voice echo, "Keith...?" Keith breathed, "Oh, shit!" and jumped off the bed and into his pyjama bottoms. Marcia didn't move, frozen in confusion. Keith grabbed her arm, pulling her toward his closet and tossing her quilted robe along with her. The closet went dark as Keith closed the door. Marcia heard the bedroom door open and Keith say, "Yes, Mom?" Marcia ignored the conversation as she felt the fabric of her mom's nighty graze against Keith's spunk and then cling to it, soaking it up. She felt herself getting red with mortification. Might as well sacrifice the quilted robe, too, she thought. No way she would walk around this place in nothing but that nighty, even if it wasn't streaked with cum. Hangers scraped against the clothes pole as she tried to reach it. She realized the voices outside had stopped. She froze. "Keith...!" His mom was obviously suspicious. "C'mon, Mom! Just let me sleep! Those girls are all losers, anyway! It's easier to do girls on the tour. Give me some credit! Why would I try to do one here and get caught?" The Mother's Sigh could be heard clearly, even in the closet. "Okay, Keith. Goodnight." Moments later, Keith opened the closet. Summoning up her remaining shreds of dignity, Marcia marched out and said, "Just let me out of here." A door closed down the hall. "It should be OK. Let me look." Keith opened his bedroom door and peered out. Marcia said nothing else as she marched out of the room and down the hall. ***** "Uh, Cindy, could you loosen the rope a little?" Danny's prick was rigid and sticking straight up, but nobody, especially Cindy, seemed to pay it any attention. Danny himself could do nothing with both hands and legs tied to his bedposts. Tight. "We need to finish the last part of the game first." Then a shout, obviously Laurie's voice, drew her attention to the TV in the corner. She watched for a few moments and turned to Danny, shaking her finger. "You naughty boy! I should teach you a lesson!" Danny's hard-on started to wilt with fear. "Awww!" Cindy crooned, wrapping his fingers around his shrinking prick. "Put it back up, Danny!" The boy winced, then squeezed his eyes shut, obviously trying to concentrate. Then he looked shamefaced and said, trying to sound nonchalant, "Well, maybe if you untie my hand..." "Nooo, that's not how the game works!" Cindy was emphatic. "Anyway, I think I can help. I found this in the bathroom." She waved thin chrome cylinder, which Danny recognized as his mom's vibrator. "Where did you get that!" Danny felt protective of his mom's privacy, or at least of her personal toys. "Never mind, but I know where it belongs now!" Cindy flipped the "On" switch and slipped it under Danny's buttocks. The boy found himself teetering on the smooth, pointed tip of the buzzing device. Not able to stop it, he felt it slip into his anus, pushing hard. "Unggh!" Danny moaned loudly and, to Cindy's satisfaction, his prick reared up hard again. "Now, if you're good, the game will end soon." Cindy waved her finger at him again, "But you have to be good." "Okay, okay, arggh!" Danny replied. Out of the corner of his eye, Danny could tell that Cindy was slipping out of her pyjamas, but she wasn't naked. When she moved closer, he saw she was wearing some sort of teddy of transparent nylon, trimmed with lace in surprising places. He recognized it: a "fun suit" from the Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. He gasped out, "Where... didjou... getthat? Not kid's size!" Cindy smiled. "I did a favor for a nice man in Wardrobe. He altered it for me. Never mind. You need to kiss me now." She put her lips to his, and Danny was only a little surprised when her mouth opened and her tongue slipped into his mouth. Gently and sweetly, it probed his, drawing his tongue into her little mouth. "Very good. Now kiss me again." But this time Cindy crawled around and lowered her crotch onto his face. Danny found himself faced with her cute bottom, clad in nylon, with the fabric split open from her ass crack to the top of her hairless, little-girl pussy. The split was neatly trimmed with lace. Danny stuck out his tongue to taste her hairless, little-girl pussy. Delicious. Cindy rocked her thighs and squatted down against his face. Danny felt her hand, wet with spit, wrap around his rigid cock. "I love red hair!" the little girl crooned. ****** To Be Continued... **** Feel free to copy and/or modify this work and redistribute it as long as you acknowledge that the new work copies some content from this story. Cite this story by name and acknowledge its author, Will Somers. **** 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.