Sequel to Brady Bunch Story


It was a typical evening at the Brady household. Children were playing merrily
outside in the golden rays of the setting sun. Every now and then screams of
childhood merriment filtered in the windows - left open in the face of summer
heat. Upstairs, Mike and Carol were getting ready for a dinner engagement with
one of Mike's more well-heeled clients. These engagements were always
important to Mike's success, and he always made sure that Carol was along, as
sometimes her services were invaluable in procuring the final deal. "Aren't
you done yet?", he asked imploringly, turning to straighten his tie before the
full-length mirror. "Now Mike, you know I couldn't get dressed earlier because
Jan kept running to the bathroom". "I'll bet the little bitch has an infection
again... or do you suppose she's barfing?", asked Mike. "I don't think so",
said Carol, "Cindy was the one that was tossing her cookies, last time I
checked..." "actually... I wonder whatever happened with that?".

"No! No! - The black ones", asserted Mike, "He hates the red stuff!". Carol
was in the act of putting on some strawberry edible underwear. She twisted her
hips in the rays of the setting sun after she corrected the oversight,
stroking her pussy through the material. Across the street, Peter and his
friend David were taking turns at the telescope. "What a hot bitch!", said
Dave cranking his dick as he watched the spectacle. "Here - Let me have a
look" said Peter grabbing the scope and pressing it to his eye. Dave was too
busy in his own little world to mind - frantically pumping his prepubescent
manhood until it spat white foam. Peter licked his lips as he watched the
spectacle his mother was presenting. She looked almost as good across the
street as she did on top of him. She left his view, almost dressed. "Damn!",he
cursed and turned his attention to a more interesting target - the bathroom.
Inside, he could see Cindy squatting on the toilet, her dress hiked up above
her waist, and her little legs dangling on each side. Pete zoomed the scope
when he saw her lean forward. Her face turned beet red - apparently she was
having a hard time. In the background, Peter could barely see Marcia hike her
skirt and grease her anus with two fingers, wiping the excess off on some
toilet paper that she had in the other hand. Right then and there, Peter knew
that it would be an interesting night at the Brady household.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!",laughed Mike as Carol tried her hand at the whip he just bought.
She packed it into her purse along with a vibrator and some K-Y jelly, and
headed for the door. As she passed by Mike, he grabbed a handful of ass and
pulled her close to him. "Don't forget Tiger!", he said - a look of amusement
crossing his features. "Oh Mike", said Carol, "Even you know that Mr. Rogers
isn't into feisty white mutts!". "Maybe later", she winked with a positive
gleam in her eyes before she turned and headed out into the street. Mike
followed after. "Damn - What a good piece!", he thought as he watched her ass
as she crossed to the car. "What a FUCKING GOOD PIECE!".

"Mmmf!", Jan was tied spread-eagled to the lower bunk bed while Alice rode her
merrily. "Eat me out, you little bitch!", she grunted, pressing her cunt hard
against Jan's face, "or I'll tell mom you're barfing!". Jan's tiny 13 year old
body buckled hard in her repeated efforts to get air and Alice was *loving*
every minute of it. "Bobby!", she yelled, "My broom! GET MY BROOM!". She
wanted to work Jan's cunt something fierce - she wasn't gonna lube it or
nothing. She just wanted to see her squirm, hear her gasping underneath her.
Almost snuff her out and then bring her around again for some more. The funny
thing was that Jan liked it too. Apparently, her mind was pretty fucked up
after all that glue she used to sniff.

Apple-cheeked Bobby appeared at the door a short time later. He had a broom,
some kind of box, and a shit-eating grin on his face. "You rang?", he asked.
He walked up to the bed with a slight limp, as his ass was still sore from
Greg's tool. What was even worse, Peter had just come home from across the
street - horny as hell, and had demanded instant lip-service from our little
hero. "What the hell is that?", groaned Alice - pointing to the box. Jan was
starting to pass out underneath her, but Alice was feeling mighty good. She
leaned forward to let her have some air, and laughingly ripped of a smelly,
loud fart in the poor little girl's face. "It's Peter's volcano power
supply!", said Bobby, "It generates over 50,000 volts!". Alice sat back down
on Jan's face as she thought about the possibilities. Underneath her, she felt
Jan begin squirming again. "Get me a bucket of water!", she shouted, hoarse
with animal lust "I've got an idea!".

Upstairs, Greg was spreading mentholeum cream all over his man-sized tool
while Martia and Peter were undressing Cindy on their parent's bed. She
trembled as they stripped off her little yellow dress and threw it in a
crumpled heap. Her white panties were next. "Ha - lookit the shit-stain!",
laughed Peter as he indicated a brown line in the panties. They pushed her
face-down against the bed, her little bare butt sticking up in the air.
"Their'll be more than shit in there when I'm through with her", boasted Greg
as he submitted his tool to one last inspection. Peter took off to get the
camera. These sessions looked great on film and he knew a man down the street
who liked to buy pictures like these. In fact, once Greg said he saw some of
these pictures in an actual magazine somewhere...

Cindy was having second thoughts. She kept trying to get away, screaming
"No!", "No!". However, a few good whacks from Marcia with a belt buckle seemed
to reassure her and help calm her fears. Greg poised himself before her trem-
bling rosebud anus. His cock burned from the menthol cream he had spread all
over it. Peter licked his lips - He knew first-hand what that cock could do.
THRUUUUUST! Greg shoved. Cindy screamed. Upstairs, Alice climaxed as she rode
Jan. Jan's body was vibrating with an electrically induced motion.

Suddenly the power went out. "What the fuck happened?!?!", yelled Greg,
majorly pissed off that he couldn't see what he was doing. Bobby came running
in. "Alice hooked Jan up to your volcano power supply! - I'll bet that did
it!". They went into the room and Pete brought a flashlight from the cupboard.
Alice was looking down at a motionless form on the bed. "Shit...", she said "I
think she's dead...". Cindy let out a plaintative wail. "What'll we do???"
,she was breaking out into tears, "What'll we tell mom and dad?". "Who
cares?", said Marcia eyeing the stain that was spreading beneath Jan's form,
"THAT WAS MY BED!".

"I have an idea", said Greg, a mischievious look in his eyes, "A GREAT IDEA!".
He climbed on top of the bed, like preacher climbing on a soapbox. "HOW ABOUT
SOME NECROPHILIA!!??"

The rest of this story is history. Mom and Dad took the news pretty well and
they told the authorities that Jan ran off with a biker. As for the body, they
stuffed it in an old freezer in the basement - keeping it for those nights
when Greg or the others were interested in some forbidden action.