======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mike11a Brady Bunch mmf mmff inc nc From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Date: 30 Jun 1996 17:46:54 GMT If you like this story, please archive it. BRADY BUNCH: One Big Happy Family By Uncle Mike The two boys sat on their beds in a room decorated with model planes and toy cars and one rather worn-out teddy bear. "At least Bobby's away at summer camp, so it's just the two of us," Peter said. Greg nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But it's worse for me, Pete. If Dad hadn't gotten married again, I'd be in my own room still. I'm too old to room with you kids. You've got a couple of years yet before you can complain." "Oh, yeah? Havin' to share my bedroom with my dumb little brother and you? And having those girls around the house all the time? I wish Dad had just stayed single. Mom would never had made us all share one room. Why can't we just buy a bigger house? Or build one? He's an architect, isn't he?" "But not a pretty good one," Greg said. "What kind of architect makes six kids share one bathroom?" Peter smiled. "Then I'm glad he's no good. That keyhole is the only good thing about having the girls in here." "Yeah, you're right. But I'm gettin' too old to whack off just watching. I hate having to wait for Marcia or Jan to get out of the bathroom again before I can go in and wash off." "But what can we do about it?" Greg was about to reply when they heard a noise in the bathroom. The boys held their breath, straining to hear. It was after 9 in the evening, the girls' turn to use the bathroom. Over the last few months they'd gotten used to the noises each one made: Cindy, the smallest, always made the toilet squeak when she crawled on top, and usually knocked over the toothpaste tube at least once. Jan, the middle girl, was really quiet; even when she peed, you could hardly hear the splash. They'd already heard Cindy's bumbling and Jan's timid "swoosh," but sometimes one of them snuck back in before their oldest sister got her chance. They heard the clatter of bottles bumping together. That had to be Marcia, the oldest. She always wore makeup during the day and smeared it off at night. The boys looked at each other, huge grins on their faces. "Well, I guess whacking off one more night won't hurt," Peter said. They tiptoed up to the door and silently played scissors, paper, stone to see who went first. Greg won, so he kneeled down and put one eye up to the keyhole. In the narrow bathroom, Marcia was standing at the sink, wearing only a bra and panties, both in demure white. She wasn't as big as the women in the Playboys Greg had hidden under his bed, but she was big enough to need a bra, at least. She was tall for her age, and slim but not skinny: she had curves in all the right places. Her long blond hair fell straight down onto her shoulders, framing an oval face that was pretty enough to have several guys at school asking Greg to set them up with his new step-sister. Fat chance, though; Marcia was a snooty bitch, Greg thought; she barely talked to him, let alone his friends. His train of thought was derailed by Peter's poke from behind. "Hey, it's my turn!" The boys changed places. Peter knelt before the keyhole and slipped his slacks and underpants down to his knees. His hand hovered over his cock, but he didn't touch it and it stayed soft. "She's not naked yet," he said with a frown. Marcia was posing in front of the mirror now, holding her hair up in a bun, then pulling it into a ponytail. Finally she let it fall back and put her hands behind her back, reaching for the snap of her bra. Peter was about to start stroking when Greg pushed him out of the way. "Time's up," the older boy said. As Greg watched, Marcia pulled the bra off and tossed it on the toilet tank. Her breasts were even whiter than the rest of her creamy body, making her dark nipples and the circles around them stand out sharply. Marcia posed in front of the mirror again, cupping the tits and pushing them together to form cleavage. Greg's cock was out of his pants and he was rubbing himself slowly. He saw Marcia turn away, looking at her tits in profile. They stood out nicely from her chest, like smoothly rounded hills. That was all Greg got to see; Peter pushed in and took up the spot at the keyhole. As he watched, Marcia pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Peter had one hand on the doorknob and the other on his knob; for a second he forgot which was which and rattled the doorknob. Marcia looked up quickly, but Peter was quiet. Marcia then kicked the panties off. Peter's stroking grew faster as he saw the small patch of hair that bloomed like a flower just above her cunt, leaving the the lips fully exposed. He saw her pull aside the shower curtain and turn on the water, then quickly toss a towel onto the toilet seat and step into the shower, drawing the curtain behind her. Greg put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "There's nothing to see, she's in the shower now," Peter said, shrugging off the touch. "Leave me alone, I want to finish." "Yeah, she's probably standing right in front of the keyhole," Greg whispered back. As the boys struggled, Peter's hand pushed on the doorknob again. "SSssshhh!" Greg hissed, and he put a hand on top of Peter's. Their hands slipped on the knob and it twisted; as they pulled away the door began to open. Hastily, they eased it closed. "That was close," Peter said. Then the boys looked straight at each other. And at the door. And at each other again. "Didn't she lock the door?" Greg asked. "I thought you saw her," Peter said. MORE IN PART b