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The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 1

By: j.g.e. powers



(Author's note: This story and "The Bradford Family Saga" were written simultaneously; parallel stories with the same theme. Certain scenes and/or dialogue are common to both.)

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Carol Brady sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hairs. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. At her feet a magazine lay open; two classified ads circled. Her and her husband, Mike had answered one of them last night. The other was one she wasn't sure that she would tell her husband about. 

"Mike?"

"Yeah?" he answered, pushing the bathroom door open. 

"Well, aren't you a sight?"

Except for a towel around his midsection, Mike Brady was naked and his flaccid cock made a delightful bulge. Eyeing his wife appreciatively, he felt a stirring in his loins. Even at age 50, Carol Brady still possessed the physical attributes that first caught his attention over twenty years ago. Blessed with good skin tone, and bone structure, her face showed no surrender to her years. She was petite, but well put together, with still firm tits; small, but full; a flat stomach, and tight buns. If someone didn't know her age, she could pass for thirty-five. And how she could fuck!

Looking at her, he knew he was a very lucky man and he blessed the day he met her - in court! He, with three young sons, for the final probate of his late wife's will, and Carol, with three equally young daughters, trying to induce her ex to pay back child support.

"Oh, Mike," she said, "I can't wake up this morning. I'm beat up. What about you?"

"Ol' Stallion Brady? Fit as a fiddle and rearin' to trot. Want to go around again?"

"You're too much," she giggled, "Did you hide the video? I don't want the kids stumbling over it while they're here."

"Of course, I did. Relax, Bobby doesn't go sneaking through our drawers anymore."

"Oh, God. Do you remember when he found your rubbers and thought they were balloons. I almost died from embarrassment."

"Hell, we've come a long way since then, haven't we?"

"And how. That's why I want that video stashed where no one is going to find it. You amateur C.B. DeMilles' are going to get us hung."

He smiled as he watched his wife delicately wipe her pussy. "Com'on, admit it; you enjoy watching the replay as much as I do. Admit it," he urged.

"I'll do no such thing," she said with a smile, " You're a dirty old man."

"I sure am," he said, pulling her to him, feeling her full, firm tits against his bare chest, making his blood stir, and was amazed that he still couldn't get enough of her, not even after twenty years. They had found the real secret of keeping the magic alive.

"How'd you like this 'dirty ol' man' to prong you again?"

"After last night? You can't have that much energy left."

Mike rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple. Immediately it came alive and hardened. He knew that her pussy was beginning to soup up; her tits were her trigger.

"Oh, you bastard! That feels so good." She said, playfully punching his arm.

"So you're not really all that beat up."

"You know how beat up I am. You have it recorded for posterity."

"I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I get horny. Come on, let's go to bed."

Carol giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Mike pulled the tassel on her gown and it fell to her feet almost causing her to trip. Reaching out for her he found her left tit. The electric shock made her suck in her breath, and instantly reach for his hardness.

"God," he said with a choke in his voice, "you're a good-looking woman; the same as you were twenty years ago."

She kneaded his cock, feeling it grow hot in her hand. "And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too," she giggled.

He pushed her back on the bed, his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. He spread her legs wide apart and blew softly into her silky, hot cunt making her moan. He could see the pussyjuice glisten on the golden strands of her cunt hair. The hot pink lips beckoned. Slowly, he flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.

"Oooooooo, Mike... mmmmmmmmm." Automatically, her cunt lips parted. He grabbed her asscheeks and buried his face in her musky mound.

"Oh, God... yes!" she screamed as he began sucking her pleasure spot. "That's it, that's it!... Oh, shit, yesss! Oh, Mike, suck harder... no... don't stop...don't.. don't be mean, keep sucking!... Oh, oh, aaaaaaaaaah! Christ! Stick your finger in my cunt... pleaseeeee!.. Yes, yes, like that... oh, so good. Fill me up!... Harder, Mike, suck harder!"

Mike's tongue darted in and out of her cunt; he nibbled the outer lips; sucked hard on her clit, then slowed. He knew her body; her responses; how to drive her to the brink and back again. He twisted his finger around her cunt wall, feeling the slippery texture, adding to her torment and pleasure.

"Oh, you sonofabitch," she screamed, "my ass... my ass, stick your finger in my ass! Hurry, I'm dying!... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

The muscles of her ass contracted as he relentlessly pushed his finger into the tight ring of her bunhole. A vision of Carol with a huge, thick prick in her ass flashed through his mind, and his erection became almost painful.

Her breathing was labored and her words came in gulps. "Oh, Mike... I'm so full... aw, shit... I need your cock in me, bad. Quick, lay down... I've got to have it!"

Quickly, they shifted positions, and Carol placed her throbbing cunt directly over her husband's purple cockhead. Hunkering down, she slowly easing herself down on his raging prick. With love and tenderness she felt her pussy stretch, felt it push its' way deep into her body. She controlled the sensation, making it last. It was heaven!

"Sooooo, sooo, good," she sighed as her cunt filled up with cock. Oh, how she loved to have a man's prick inside her body. It was a pleasure beyond description. She leaned forward, forcing his pleasure rod deeper. Eyes glazed, mouth open, she slipped into a state of euphoria where only this great, indescribable feeling existed; a feeling she kept alive by the constant piston and churn motions of her wanton hips.

"Shit, your cunt's like fire... burning me alive. I gotta cum!"

"Oh, no, no, don't come yet... please, not yet. More! Oh, God, More!!" she cried; their loins beating a frantic rhythm as they sensed the apex of their passion. 

"I'm gonna cum, Mike! I'm gonna Cum... harder! Fuck me harder. Make me Cum!!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yesssssss... Cummmmmmmmmming!!!"

"Ughhhhhh... aaaaaaag...ooooooooooh."

Carol shuttered as her orgasm exploded outward from her cunt. Hotly, Mike's cum juices splashed deep in her pussy and the receding flood as his cum washed over her cunt walls, back over his cock, and began leaking out and down her trembling thighs. She fell forward; his cock disengaging from her sopping box with a loud pop. Her rapid breathing slowly abated. "Now you know I'm beat-up. Where do you get all that juice from? You should've been drained last night."

"I'm a voyeur," he laughed, "I think of you, like last night and my factory starts pumping."

"Hell, I'm glad the kids are coming this weekend for our anniversary. Maybe I can get some rest."

"Yeah, it'll be good to see them, especially the girls."

"What does that mean, you lecher?"

"Hey, three good-looking sets of buns running around in bikinis; the answer to every dirty old man prayer."

"You're horrible!"

"And you're going to tell me you didn't do a whole bunch of crotch watching when Peter was here last month. Don't lie, Carol, I saw you."

"That's different," she laughed, "he's not really my son; just one of my adopted sons."

"Oh, and just what the hell are the girls to me?"

"Oh, Mike, where has the time gone? Greg's a doctor; Peter, a lawyer. And Bobby almost has his MBA."

"I ask myself that question all the time. Marcia has her own decorating business; married over three years to that asshole. Jan's a full fledged architect, and Cindy's about ready to graduate."

"At least Bobby and Cindy are together, the rest of the family is so spread out. That's why this reunion is so important; even if we have to put off some of our... er, other activities," she paused for a moment then continued,

"Jan following in your footsteps means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

Carol rolled to Mike, rested her head on his chest and fingered his now limp, sticky dick. "And she's doing so well, too."

"Yeah, she's good, too." He laughed, "And being built like a brick shithouse didn't hurt, either. Old man Marley drooled all through her job interview."

"Mr. Brady, I think you have impure thoughts about your daughters."

"And you for the boys, Mrs. Brady. After what we've been doing, how can it be helped?"

"I hate to admit it, but you're right... I did peek at Peter's crotch, it looked nice; and with all of them home this weekend we should get all the peeking we can handle."

She ran her hand through her short, thick blonde hair, then tweaked his drooping prick. "Come on, Mr. Brady, let's get up. You know how much I enjoy that first cup of coffee in the morning."

Mike made a mental note to hide last night video. Carol retrieved her nightgown and the magazine from the bathroom floor. The ad stared back at her. 

WHITE LADIES - AT YOUR SERVICE FIVE BLACK MEN - OVER 50 INCHES OF COCK. YOUR WILDEST DREAMS AND FANTASIES FILLED TO THE BRIM AND THEN SOME. CALL 555-3573

After the children left, she thought, then there would be enough time to explore the possibility.

***

Marcia Brady-Dansforths' mind was detached, separated from her body. It floated free, and its' eye wandered about the bedroom. It saw Marcia laying on the bed, legs wide and pushed back over her husband's shoulders; saw Tom Danforth's skinny dick pumping furiously in and out of Marcia's semi-dry cunt. It could hear her respond by rote; moaning or moving on cue, like an actor in a role. It was a good performance.

She knew she would have to call it back; help her through this - as she had done so frequently in the past. Sex with Tom Danforth has lost the little sparkle that it once had. Her mind circled once more, taking in Tom's heaving flanks, her own firm, rounded asscheeks; pink, puckered anus involuntarily contracting; round tits flattened against her chest by her husbands weight, blonde hair framing her oval face, then it returned to its' rightful place.

Greg! Oh, Greg, she thought, come to me! I need you. She could see her brother as he had been that day, younger, but with a full grown prick; thick and heavily veined. He lay naked on his bed, legs apart. His hand slowly caressing his heavy cock, bringing it to life. She saw herself watching from the closet - a childish impulse - her sister, Jan, gripping her arm tightly. She could 'see' the strange heat begin in her cunny; in Jan's. She could 'see' it spread upward through their young bodies.

Greg gripped his cock tightly but he couldn't quite fit his hand around the whole, throbbing shaft. His prick mesmerized them. It was the first real cock either of them had seen; long, thick, and meaty, with a heavy ballsac drooping between his legs. Marcia watched him stroke the shaft; gaining speed. Each stroke seem to send an electric shock through her cunny. She pressed her mound and hot, sticky juice began to flow and wet her pants.

"Look," Jan whispered, look! It's so big!"

"Quiet," Marcia hissed, "he'll hear you."

Straining to get a better view, the girls turned towards each other; young bodies; budding breasts, pressing against each other. They were breathing hard. Each had a hand pressed hard against their virginal pussies trying to intensify this new thrill. Without conscious thought their hands began small explorations of each other: stomach, hips, breast, thigh. Breast and thigh! They heard Greg moan, watched his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged shaft; saw the veins bulge, the purple head. Fingers slipped beneath elastic panty-bands: searching, finding. A blinding flash erupted before Marcia's eyes as Jan found one special spot. Her legs went weak. 

Frantically, she sought the some spot in her sister's secret place; felt Jan's teeth sink, painfully into her shoulder when she found it. She sucked in her breath, but made no sound. Fingers moved without finesse, roughly. Pleasure came in waves. Greg's cock filled her vision. She could see it explode! She could feel it! It filled her up with depraved passion!

"Oh, God," she screamed, "that's it! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Make me come!"

"Oh, shit, Marcia, oh, shit... baby, you're so hot. I love it. I love it. Cum for me. Cum for Tom!"

Her mind reached for her brother's cock, her sister's hand; felt the enormous wave carry her up and over.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGG... I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmm."

Her legs wrapped tight around his back; fingers dug into his flesh. He yelled his pain and pleasure as his cock erupted hotly in his wife's, now juicy, box. His breath was harsh with exertion. "Christ, Marcia... you're a hot bitch."

She smiled shyly, "You're just a great lover, honey," she lied. The forbidden fantasy was pushed back, deep into her mind. They lay side by side, touching lightly, letting their breathing return to normal.

"You don't mind me going to my Mom and Dad's anniversary alone, do you, honey?"

"Naw, I'm just sorry I have so much work; just can't break free now." And I'm looking forward to putting the make on that redheaded secretary, he thought.

Marcia's play-acting, and her sexual fantasy, had made Tom Danforth think he was an A-number-one stud.

Marcia didn't hear his answer, or see the look in his eye; not that it would have mattered, she could only think that for a whole weekend she would be free; at home, with her family, away from her boring husband. And Greg would be there.

***

"Are you going to pack tonight or tomorrow morning," Bobby asked his sister, Cindy.

"Tomorrow."

"Why don't you do it tonight. With all your junk we'll get a late start in the morning."

"I don't have that much, and it's only for the weekend."

"The Normandy Invasion didn't have as much stuff as you pack for a weekend."

"The what?"

"Forget it. Try to pack tonight, willya."

Cindy Brady stretched, arching her back; her large cherry-tipped breasts standing proud. Bobby cupped the left beauty and took the nipple in his mouth.

"Ooooooo, Bobby," Cindy cooed, putting her arms around him, "Is this my wake up call?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, "your obscene wake up call."

"I don't think it's obscene."

Gently, she pushed him back, "How are we going to make it through a whole weekend?"

He shrugged, "Who says we have to do without? It never stopped us before."

Cindy smiled at the memory. She and Bobby had started playing "doctor" at nine and ten, began playing "almost" - a popular teenage game - at twelve and thirteen, and started fucking in their early teens. They hadn't stopped since, even while dating and having sex with others. They always had each other.

"But we always had places to go then. This weekend we'll be stuck at home with everybody."

Bobby smiled and cupped her melon breast, "We'll just have to find a way. We always did."

She returned his smile and pecked him lightly. "Anyway, it'll be good to see the guys again. It's been so long." 

"Yeah, it'll give the poor bastards a chance to make cow eyes at each other again."

"Don't make fun of them. They just weren't as lucky as us." Cindy felt a sudden loss as he released her tit and lay back on the bed.

"I know, I just feel sorry for the guys."

"Feel sorry for Marcia and Jan; they're the ones who've done without." Cindy leaned back and remembered how each of the girls, her and her sisters, Marcia and Jan, had selected a personal 'brother' of their own. That they selected the brother closest to their own age did nothing to reduce the romance involved in the process. She was sorry that their relationships hadn't fared as well as hers and Bobby's.

"Do you think they ever played 'Almost'?"

Bobby grinned. "Greg had a pair of Marcias' dirty panties; he used to jerk-off while smelling them."

Cindy couldn't help but laugh. "Greg has a beautiful prick."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically. She shrugged. "All the Brady men have beautiful cocks. I even saw Daddy's once."

"And all the Brady women have real blonde pussies," he said, grinning at her, "You weren't the only one who peeked."

"Would you fuck Marcia or Jan?"

"That's a silly question," he said as a lewd picture of his sisters flashed through his mind.

"I'd fuck Greg or Peter, if I had the chance."

"Girl, you'd fuck a nigger!"

She giggled. "I have."

Bobby pulled her to him, flattening her tits against his chest. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her firm, young ass.

"Talk dirty some more. It turns me on."

She gripped his semi-erect cock. "I know what really turns you on, dear brother!" Panther-like, she shifted positions, placing her blonde muff inches from his face. Her hand squeezed his prickhead, and her tongue flicked wetly across its crown. He sighed as the warm, moist oval of her mouth engulf him and felt her jump as he stabbed her cunt with his tongue. As they began to pass into the world of self-pleasure, each had a stray thought: that it was a shame their brothers and sisters only dreamed about what they, in fact, had. Then they were beyond the portal and their thoughts were only of themselves.

***

"Good Afternoon, Miss Parsons," Peter Brady said formally.

"Mr. Brady." Lucy Parsons turned to her secretary, "Thank you, Pam, that'll be all. And hold my calls, please. Mr. Brady and I have to review his pending cases."

Peter and Lucy Parsons smiled at the secretary as she left the office. Peter appreciated her long legs and her good-looking ass. One of these days, he thought. Lucy watched him appraise the girl, and she smiled. Horniness was one of Peters' endearing qualities.

"Well, Mr. Brady, do you have your portfolio available?"

Peter turned and gave her his best smile. She could feel his attraction all the way down in her crotch.

"Actually, Miss Parsons, I didn't come prepared to review my cases, I came to ask a favor."

The older woman appraised the young lawyer in front of her: dark, curly hair, square chin, dazzling smile, good body - very good body. At forty-five, Lucy Parsons was still an attractive woman, dressed somewhat severe, as proscribed by her position as a full partner in one of the best law firms on the West Coast. The clothes hid a full, womanly figure, still firm, still desirable, still in need.

"And the favor, Mr. Brady?"

"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this weekend, and they're planning a reunion of the clan. I'd like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright with you, of course."

Miss Parsons came around her desk and stood close to Peter. He caught a flash of thigh as her skirt flap parted. He could smell her: fresh and clean; no heavy perfume for the boss lady.

"This must be a first. A new lawyer showing consideration for the firm," she said.

"Isn't that the way it's done?"

"Not usually. Young lawyers are fairly arrogant, and favors always come with a pay back."

"I'm just asking for a day off."

She smiled at him, the way a cat smiles at a mouse.

"Everything has its' price, Mr. Brady." She leaned back against the desk, arms back, legs apart, skirt taut; the slit wide, nylon clad thighs showing.

"What's the price of a day off, Miss Parsons?"

She came at him like a shot. Her arms gripped him tightly, her lips covered his - hard; her tongue searched for its mate, found it and entwined. He felt her body mold to his, seeking, in need. His hands found her breast and her tight ass. He pulled her to his groin, and ground his dick into her crotch.


The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 1



"Damn you,' she hissed, damn you. I missed you last night." Her voice was thick with emotion, her movements frantic. She grabbed his erection through his pants and squeezed.

"Ow! Why the hell are you mad at me? You're the one who had to go to that shitty recital." He kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. His tongue traced a wet course down her neck into the cleavage of her silk blouse.

"Corporate duty," she said, hoarsely.

"Fuck Corporate duty. I want you! Is the door locked?"

"I don't care, just fuck me. Here! Now! On the desk." Lust caused her to lose all sense of convention and the possibility of discovery actually added to her excitement.

He pushed her back against the desk until she was forced to put her arms back to keep her balance, then grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Lucy Parsons wore no panties. Her thick, black thatch sparkled with her flowing cunt juices. With a practiced hand, he unzipped his pants, releasing his engorged cock, and with a sure stroke, parted her cuntlips and roughly sank his throbbing shaft in her hot, cum-slick box.

The shock of penetration sucked the breath from her lungs. Her mouth was open, as to yell, but no sound came. Her eyes glazed and her body convulsed as the first spasm of orgasm rushed over her body. Lucy's arms went around his neck, her legs around his ass, in a desperate attempt to force his cock in as deep as possible. She felt the desk bite sharply into her asscheeks.

"Aaaaag... Oh, Christ, yes, yes... fuck me, Peter," she hissed in his ear, "stick it deep!"

Peter obliged and began moving his thick, cum slick cock in and out of his boss with a purpose. He forced her legs up against his shoulders, and she moaned, half in pain, as her body strained against the awkward position, but it gave deeper entry into her cunt, and she sighed in pleasure as the extra meat filled her up. "Oh, yes," she panted, "Give me your cock! I'm dying for it."

"Com'on, Boss Lady, fuck me back, Com'on, fuck!"

"Peter... Peter... oh, Christ, I'm gonna cum again. I can't hold back."

"Cum for me, baby, cum for me."

"Yes, yes, yesssssssss... ughhhhhhhhh! Cummin'! Cummmmmmmmm." Her voice was a rasp.

Peter dug his fingers into her ass, unable to hold back the violent eruption in his balls. His hot jism spurted deep into Lucy's sopping pussy, mixing with her own juices; overflowing her cunt. She could feel its hot path down her asscrack. Peter's legs trembled, his body heaved with sexual aftershock, as he tried to control his breath. Slowly, he began to pull his still rigid dick from her steaming cunt. Her legs fell to the floor heavily.

"Oh, God, that was so good," she said. Sliding to her knees she began licking his cock clean, heedless of her own dripping pussy; cum juice spotting her expensive rug. Her tongue swirled around his deflating member, searching for stray droplets of mixed cum. One hand cupped his large balls while the other milked the last vestige of their passion from his purple cockhead.

"I guess this means that I have the day off," Peter laughed.

As he left Lucy Parson's office, her secretary smiled a knowing smile at him. "I guess I'll be seeing more of you, won't I, Mr. Brady?" Peter smiled his best smile at her.

"That's my intention, darlin'. Yes sir, that's my intention."

**************

It was one of those rare California days: sunny, clear, and smog free. On top of that, the Coast Road was virtually deserted of traffic. To Jan Brady, this was frosting on the cake. She handled the convertible easily, confidently. The wind whipped her blonde ponytail around, and she brushed a stray wisp of hair from her full lips. The morning sun warmed her face and body. Like a kid out of school, she revelled in it, impulsively unziping her denim jacket and front-zipped denim skirt. She wore no bra.

The racing wind hardened the nipples on her full 37 inch breasts; flipped her jacket open, exposing her left tit. A horn blast made her laugh. Eat your heart out, she thought, with a smile. Jan was proud of her superstructure, the best of all the Brady girls, and her slender frame served to accent them even more. They were full, firm, and big nippled; perfectly round and jutting and she worked hard at keeping them that way.

Going into one of the never ending curves, the sun found her tan thighs. It was warm, sensuous; like a lovers' caress, and she opened her legs wider to receive it. She tugged the skirt's zipper further up and was rewarded with a hot sunbeam directly on her snatch. She allowed the heat to flow through her body, to penetrate her being. Her hand idly played with the blonde pubic hair protruding from her minuscule panty. She felt on top of the world - for a change. Another horn blasted the air. She heard the squeal of tires and she giggled.

Jan was glad to be going home. She needed something, but wasn't sure what it was. She just knew that whatever it was, she would find it among her brothers and sisters. An unnamed feeling had been gnawing at her for days, ever since her Mother had told her about the anniversary reunion. If she was honest with herself, she could have put a name to the feeling; the need. But convention refused to allow her to consciously form the thought. Only her subconscious, and her fantasies gave her a hint of what she really wanted. But she didn't acknowledge her subconscious, and her fantasies she kept to herself.

She pressed the accelerator down and the car surged forward. Jan Brady was in a hurry.

***

When the young Flight Attendant bent over to assist an elderly passenger, her skirt tightened across her ass. It was a very nice ass, Greg Brady thought, as he watched from two rows back. It had a familiar look about it; an ass that he knew - and liked. He had this almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and pat it; so much so that he deliberately crossed his arms to avoid a reflex action. He watched the well shaped derriere sway from side to side. The more he looked, the more he was sure he knew that ass from somewhere, but Flight Attendants weren't a part of his background. Nurses - well, that was another story - he knew intimately.

Where did he know that ass from?

The Flight Attendant stood up and straightened her skirt out, effectively hiding the heart shaped mounds. But Greg had her contours memorized. He searched his mind, taking in the girl's long legs as he did. Impulsively, he rang the CALL button. Young, mid-twenties; blonde - on the darker side, good smile, good teeth, small, but well shaped bust.

Marcia!

Damn, he thought, Marcia! Always at the edge of his thoughts. Before he could pursue the psychological aspects of this, the Flight Attendant interrupted him. "Yes, Doctor, can I get you something?" It was amazing how quickly they picked up on titles.

"Er...yes, another Scotch, please."

"Right away, Doctor," she said, giving Greg her best airline smile. He watched her walk away. Was it his imagination, or was the sway of her hips more pronounced? Marcia walked like that. Heat filled his loins, like it always did when he thought about his sister. She was part of a fantasy world that he kept safely hidden away; only to be examined in the dark of the night. He knew he shouldn't feel this way; knew that he should have outgrown this fixation, but he couldn't put it down. It was unfinished business.

He watched the Flight Attendant bring his drink, and crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. He felt silly. Marcia was married. He hadn't seen her in almost three years. And the last time he had been really close to her had been back in high school. God, how long ago was that? Yet, here he was, years and bocou women later, still getting aroused over something that never was. Maybe, he thought, seeing her now will, finally, dispel this silly urge. Maybe. But he wasn't really sure.

***

The arrival of the Brady kids was a well orchestrated drill conducted by Carol Brady. Moments after Jan pulled into the long, circular driveway, Cindy and Bobby Brady arrived from college. Cindy had managed to reduce her weekend requirements to three suitcases and a large floppy handbag.

Carol had arranged to have Marcia, Peter, and Greg arrive at the airport within minutes of each other, instructing them to meet in the baggage claim area. But even the best laid plans can not cope with a delayed flight. In this case, two delayed flights; Greg's and Peter's. Marcia arrived on schedule and, finding her brothers delayed, took a cab home. The delay gave the Brady Bunch the opportunity to have two reunions, one more boisterous than the other. If Mike or Carol Brady noticed the intensity of the greeting between their four oldest children, they didn't let on; but it didn't go totally unnoticed. Cindy and Bobby saw it and gave each other a knowing look.

Actually, the senior Bradys were rather busy admiring the physical qualities of their opposite offspring, and so wrapped up in trying to touch various pieces of anatomies; that certain peculiarities went unseen.

"Boy," Jan Brady said, "this place hasn't changed a bit." The girls were up in their former bedroom, finally alone together.

"We did have some doings here, didn't we? Marcia said.

"Yeah," Cindy answered, "A lot of sticky finger action."

"Cindy! Don't be crude."

"Crude? Me? Hell, I'm not the one who almost gave Greg a tonsillectomy just now, big sister."

Jan laughed.

"You too, Jan. I thought you'd climb in Peter's pants, you were so close. I saw you grind your hips."

"I did not!"

"Bull! I'll bet your panties are drenched, Jan. Yours too, Marcia."

"What the hell are you, Cindy, some moralist, or something?" Jan stood in front of her sister; infuriated and somewhat embarrassed. She hadn't meant for anyone to see her grind herself against Peter's body. She didn't want to share the look on Peter's face with anyone, either.

Cindy shook her blonde head. "No way. I just think it's a shame the way you guys drool over each other and don't do anything about it."

"What's that suppose to mean? Marcia asked. She was almost as mad as her sister.

"Com'on. You two have had the hots for those guys since you were kids. Do something about it."

"And what would that be, Miss Smartass?"

"Get real, Marcia. Fuck them! That's what you want!"

"Cindy! They're our brothers!"

Cindy looked at her sisters and shook her head sadly. "Only on paper. I certainly didn't let that stop me."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Jan asked, sensing what Cindy would answer.

"I learned from your mistakes. Bobby and I have been fucking for years... and I've never regretted it for a second. He's what I wanted, and he's what I got. What do you guys have?"

"You and Bobby? You've been fucking?

"Yup. For years."

The room was suddenly quiet as the sisters looked at each other intently, and somewhat abashed.

Out of the mouth of babes, Jan thought.

"Well," Marcia stared slowly, "it's never been a secret that I've been... fond of Greg. But you're talking about incest."

"Real incest is when you fuck a blood relative, not an adopted one."

"Just suppose... you're right, Cindy," Jan said, "just how do you think this grand seduction would take place?"

Cindy threw up her hands. "That's your problem, guys. Think of something. It's going to be a long weekend."

Jan and Marcia Brady looked at each other for a long time, each with their own thoughts, each with the same thought. Carol Brady had to call her daughters twice before they answered her.

***

It was almost 11PM when Greg came back from the airport. Peter was in the kitchen eating a chicken leg when he came in. "Did they get out alright?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just the usual airport bullshit. Mom looked on the verge of tears, and the old man was still so pissed he couldn't talk properly."

"Can you blame them? That bastard really has his nerve?

"Well, that's the way of the business world. It's over, let's forget it."

Greg went to the refrigerator and got a beer. His brother, Bobby, walked in, hair tousled, and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

"Hey," he said, "What happened?"

"Shit, Bobby, go put some clothes on. What if one of the girls walked in," Peter said.

"Listen to the Reverend Mr. Brady. Nothing here the girls haven't seen before. How'd it go, Greg?"

Greg really didn't want to repeat himself. The truth was that he was almost as mad as his father. John Scivone, president of Scivone Construction, had called earlier in the evening and demanded that Mike Brady fly to Sacremento to oversee a design problem with the new office plaza he was building. Mike Brady had been the principle architect of the project. To make matters worse, Scivone had demanded that Carol Brady come too, since it was her Real Estate firm that had recommended Mike for the job. 

The telephone conversation between the Bradys and Scivone had been loud and heated, but in the end Scivone had his way. The senior Bradys would spend their 20th anniversary at a construction site, almost a thousand miles away from their family, and the reunion they had planned.

Everytime Greg remembered the tears in his Mother's eyes he got mad. That bastard, Scivone, had ruined all their plans. He hoped his fucking building fell on his head.

Cindy and Marcia entered the kitchen together. Marcia wore a white silk robe that accented her lush body, but effective hid everything from sight. Cindy wore a babydoll set of pajamas and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Bobby said to Peter, "I notice you didn't tell Cindy to go and put on more clothes."

To change the subject and forestall additional questions, Greg gave a quick answer to the questions he knew they were going to ask. As he finished, Jan walked in.

"Wow," Peter said, "Lord love a duck, look at you!"

Jan smiled sweetly. She had dressed just for such a reaction. The black silk and lace peignoir set was designed to show more than it hid.

"I'll second that motion," Greg said. His cock had twitched when he saw her.

Jan turned around slowly, giving them all a good view.

"Thank you, kind sirs. Just something I threw on."

Peter turned quickly to the refrigerator. He didn't want anyone to see the bulge in his pants. "Anyone want something to eat?" he asked.

"Yes. Bring it out," Marcia said, "We might as well eat something." Scivone's call had made a shambles of dinner too.

"Nothing for me," Bobby said, standing up from the kitchen table, "I'm going to go browse."

"My God, Bobby!" Marcia exclaimed. She could feel her face becoming flushed.

"Look at the well dressed MBA man," Jan said. Cindy just laughed. Even in boxer shorts the outline of his heavy prick was visible.

"Gets to you, doesn't it; my manly features?"

Surprised, Jan stared, her eyes wide. Marcia was a bright shade of red but couldn't stop looking, and not sure if she wanted to. Walking out the door, Bobby whipped his shorts down and mooned his brothers and sisters. The ensuing laughter dissolved the nervous tension that had been building up. When he finally stopped laughing, Greg joined Peter and the girls at the table. It was safer.

"You know, Pete. We are two very unlucky guys. The best looking girls in the State turn out to be out sisters. How unlucky can you get?"

"Hear, hear," Peter said.

Marcia leaned over and patted Greg's cheek. The movement opened her robe and gave him a spectacular view of her tits. He could just make out the top of her exposed nipples. He had to squeeze his legs together.

"You poor baby. Only your young nurses to keep the lonely doctor company."

"Ouch. Cheap shot, Marcia."

And they all laughed. Jan leaned her body closer to Peter, and rested her head on his shoulder. "With the anniversary party shot to hell," she said, "what are we going to do this weekend?"

"I don't know about you guys," Cindy said, leaning forward on her elbows "but I know what I'm going to do." She smiled mysteriously. Marcia slapped her arm forcing her to sit upright. Bending forward, her healthy chest had been almost completely exposed to her brothers' wide-eyed view. Peter slouched in his chair, put his head in his hand and groaned. Cindy giggled.

Bobby burst into the room. "Hey!" he yelled. "You gotta see this. It'll blow your mind. Com'on, com'on. Move."

"What the hell's with you, Bob?"

"Pete, move your ass. This is the greatest. You have to see it. Com'on, all of you." He tore out of the kitchen as quickly as he had come in. The others shrugged their shoulders, got up and followed. He was in the living room, setting up the VCR.

"What the hell are we going to do? Watch an old movie?" Peter asked, "Did you find the original Dracula or something?"

Bobby turned around. He was really hyped. "Just settle down folks," he said, waving his arms, "Let me set the stage here. This is gonna knock your socks off." He had their undivided attention. "Mike Brady married Carol Cummings, right? Right!" he answered himself. "John Cummings, Mom's brother, married Mary Brady, Dad's sister. Big family joke, right? Well, we all know how close the Brady's are, right?"

"Oh, get on with it," Marcia said.

"Well, I'm about to show you just how close the Brady family really is. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, The Brady's and their Friends. Turn out the lights, Cindy," he said.

Bobby turned and punched the PLAY button. The tape in the VCR whirred and the TV screen flickered and flared. The picture suddenly came into focus.

"Hey, that's Mom and Dad's bedroom," Marcia said.

"Quiet, watch this," Bobby ordered.

"What the hell...?"

The camera panned the Brady's large master bedroom as three women came into view wearing trenchcoats and sunglasses. Two were white. One was black.

"Hey, That's Mom and Aunt Mary. Who's the Black lady? What the hell's going on here."

"Hush, Cindy," Jan said, suddenly intrigued. The women pranced around coquettishly; striking various model-type poses. Marcia giggled and someone hissed at her.

"I can't help it. They look so silly," she said.

Facing the camera, the women nodded at each other, then laughing, threw open their coats. They were naked, except for high heel shoes.

"Holy shit!" someone yelled.

"Look at them. They're naked!"

"What the hell's going on, Bobby?"

"Shut up!" Bobby yelled.

Eyes wide, mouths agape, the Brady kids watched in shocked fascination as the video unfolded. A strange tightness gripped their loins.

The very attractive black woman stepped between the other women. She had an hourglass figure with large breasts and hard, extended nipples. Her body glistened and her color was in dramatic contrast to the white sisters. Arms went around each other with the unknown black female finding a tit of each sister. Lovingly, she rolled the cherry-red nipples between her fingers, and faces glowed with heightened excitement.

The Bradys heard their mother moan softly. Then their aunt, Mary Cummings and the black stranger embraced, their mouths joined, hands roamed and bodies rubbed against each other. Fingers found hairy mounds and started to move rapidly. They made little mewing sounds.

With tight chests and pounding hearts, the Brady children stared in rapt fascination as their mother undulated her body against the back of the black woman; an erotic, lewd dance, sandwiching her. The nipples of her tits traced wild, zigzag patterns on the dark, satiny skin while her pelvis ground against the black woman's buttocks.

Marcia's breathing was ragged and shaky. She and her sister, Jan, had explored each others body, but never to this extent. She had fantasized about making love to another woman, but had never done anything about it. Now, here was her mother and aunt actually doing what she had only dreamt about.

Greg realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he closed it with a snap. The video was sending conflicting signals to his brain: anger, on one hand; voyeuristic pleasure on the other. His subconscious registered the women's bodies and he was aroused by what he saw. He was being turned on by his own mother! He looked around quickly. So were his brothers.




The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 1



Just then two aroused, naked men, one a black, entered the picture and embraced the three squirming women. The black man was a stranger. The naked white man was their uncle, John Cummings - their mother's brother!

Uncle John took the black woman and his giggling wife out of the picture while the camera stayed on Carol Brady and the black man. He was very tall; towering over the petite woman and his erection was huge; thick and heavily ridged, the pale cockhead a startling contrast to his rich, dark color. He stood behind Carol and cupped her tits, his thumbs flicking her hardened nipples; his rigid cock tight against the small of her back. It almost reached her shoulder blades.

Cindy Brady sucked in her breath, and chewed on her lips roughly. She was no longer watching her Mother in some sort of interracial orgy, she was in an erotic fantasy and her focus was now on this stranger's monstrous cock. Her hand had sneaked into her pajamas, and her finger was gently playing with her clitoris. She was very wet.

The Black man spun Carol around and squeezed her tight to him, actually holding her off the floor. She squirmed against him, eager for his embrace. Her legs went around his waist, and her hips moved lewdly. His cock, plainly visible, prodded her hairy slit. The Brady's heard their Mother's voice, rough and hoarse, tell the stranger to stick it in.

Jan's hands covered her mouth. She was on the verge of screaming; not vindictive, but her frustration, her desire. The walls of convention surrounding her were crumbling. She pressed her back to Peter's body transmitting her pent-up excitement to him.

The camera followed, giving full view of their Mother's desire, her lust. They saw the huge black prickhead part the lips of her pink and juicy pussy; saw it press pass the tight opening, stretching it. They heard her moans, her cries; saw her contorted face, flushed with passion, as she screwed her pussy down on the thick, black fuckpole.

Marcia sought the protection of Greg's arms. She wanted to hide, not from what she was viewing, but from her own arousal. Greg felt the fullness of her tits against him, smelled her wonderful fragrance. Their fantasies of each other began to merge.

Carol Brady was laying on her side getting fucked sidesaddle by the big black man. Her left leg stood almost straight up giving the camera a spectacular shot of his ebony cock, slick with cum juice, driving deep into her body. Cindy couldn't believe such a small woman could take that size prick. She was proud and jealous at the same time.

The camera jiggled and the scene abruptly changed. The black woman, facing the camera, was straddling John Cummings; his long white cock buried in her hole, and she was sucking their Father's prick. Any thought that they were watching only their Mother's indiscretion was quickly dispelled. This definitely was a family affair, condoned and encouraged.

Their parents were swingers! Incestuous swingers!

Mike Brady gestured at the camera. It jiggled, the picture jumped, then settled down. Mary Cummings, nee Brady, ran to her brother, dropped to her knees and began to suck his cock with relish. Her bobbing head frequently blocked the camera's view. Carol and her black lover came back into view. Cum spots could be seen on her body, and a tinge of white pussy cream still clung to her pubic hair. Her body glowed. The Black man walked to the camera, his flaccid cock hanging down. Even limp it was impressive. 

Then Carol knelt in front of the Black woman, like a supplicant. Her brother's rod was jammed, full length, in her black hole; only his heavy balls, bouncing erratically, showed. Carol started to lick them and John's movements became frantic. The black cunt's suction, and his sister's licking was too much and he started to shoot his load.

Roughly, Carol pulled her brother's cock out of the woman's churning cunt and cum juice splashed her face before she could get his pulsating prick in her mouth. The camera, handheld now, came in for a close up. Carol Brady's eyes were bright but smiling as she expertly sucked her brother John's cock dry. Then it panned to their Father. Mike's eyes were closed and his chest heaved. His sister's face was splattered with dripping cum. Her fingers caught the running droplets, and licked each finger clean. The Black woman joined them and helped each woman clean her brother's cock.

Movement caught Greg's eye. He turned and nudged Marcia. Cindy had turned around on the couch, her ass stuck up in the air and she was vigorously sucking Bobby's prick.

"Greg...?" His lips were soft against hers; his hand cupped her breast. Her chest felt like it was caught in a vice. She could hardly breathe. They left the room quietly. It registered on the others that they were no longer there, but it didn't really penetrate.

On the screen Mike and John were busy fucking their own sisters. The Black woman hovered near, giving encouragement to each couple.

***

Marcia's blonde cunt squished from the amount of cum juice in it, hers and Gregs'. She had lost count of the times she had climaxed, as her fantasies became reality. And Greg was, yet again, humping her, this time doggie-style, his cock still hard, even after several cums.

When they had reached the bedroom they had not make love, they made war! There was no foreplay, no preamble. She ust wanted his cock in her! She wanted it to stretch her, fill her; never leave her demanding body. Greg felt the same way as if all the years of frustration had to be purged immediately. He was relentless, almost ruthless in his fucking. It was practically a rape but Marcia didn't care. Her desires and frustrations matched her brother's; her need, as powerful. Her nails and teeth left their marks as they vented their anger and dissolved their frustrations.

Greg's hands bit harshly into her upturned asscheeks, his hips frantically slapped against her heart-shaped butt as his sister reached behind and felt his balls, still heavy with cum. "Oh, Greg. Cum for me!" she cried.

His strokes were long and hard. Each forward thrust sucked her cuntlips in and forced her face deeper into the pillow. He began to hump faster. Marcia moaned as pain and pleasure mixed together.

"Shit! I gotta cum, Marcia... I gotta... can't hold back."

"Cum, Greg, oh, please cum... yes, yes, hurt me. Oh, Greg, cum in my mouth... let me taste it... please cum in my mouth." His body stiffened and she scrambled to turn around. She wasn't fast enough.

"Aaaaaaaggggggg!" His voice choked as his control broke and reason left him. His cum splashed her face, her hair and her tits before she could get her hand around his erupting cock and direct it into her mouth. He was shooting by the cupful. Her mouth filled and she swallowed automatically hardly tasting its thick, salty mixture. She swallowed again and again as Greg's body shook with uncontrollable tremors. Marcia held his ass tightly and continued to suck his thick cock clean. Thick white cum dribbled down her chin. Finally, his shaking began to subside. With weak legs he collapsed on the bed, taking Marcia with him. "Oh, God, that was good," he said.

"Uhmmmm. Yeah, we waited long enough. Stupid us! Do you think the other guys are doing the same thing?"

Greg laughed. "Does a bear shit in the woods?"

Marcia rolled over on her stomach, her full tits rested on her brother's arm; her body still aglow from their vigorous fucking. "Ooh, my pussy's sore. A good sore, though. Greg? What do you think about all this? I mean, the film; Mom and Dad? Those people? Us?"

"I don't really know yet," he shrugged. "Maybe the Brady's are just a horny bunch and don't give a shit about everyday morality, but whatever happened with the folks and Uncle John and Aunt Mary must be recent; like they discovered something they've been missing. I can't remember anything strange going on when we were kids, can you?"

"No, I can't. Maybe they were like us, when we were kids; having the hots for their brothers and sisters and never doing anything about it.

"Jan and I used to hide in that closet and watch you jerk off," Marcia said, with a giggle. "We would finger each other like crazy. God, we were horny. We always wanted you and Peter. Did you know that Cindy and Bobby have been fucking since they were kids? She told us last night; said she learned from our mistakes."

"I'm not surprised; not from the way she was sucking his cock last night. Wish I'd been smarter and gotten into your pants when we were kids."

"When my husband fucks me I dream about you; that you're the one doing it to me. It's the only way I can cum." They linked eyes and looked at each other closely.

"Then you don't think we did anything wrong either. And this isn't going to be a one shot deal."

She fingered his now flaccid prick. "Not after last night. Not after what we saw Mom and Dad do. I want it all, Greg."

"Me too," he said, and kissed her softly.

"Oh, Christ. I'm squishing like a wet dish rag. I didn't think one person had that much juice in them. I have to take a shower."

"You weren't so bad yourself. Com'on, I'll wash your back."

"Bullshit! That cock is getting hard again. You'll drown me. Stay here a minute and rest. Let me make myself presentable, then come in."

Greg stretched and yawned. His body was sore in a hundred places; his back raked by Marcia's nails; angry welts on his shoulders from her teeth. He couldn't remember when he felt better.

"Well, look what we have here." Jan stood in the doorway, resting an arm on the jam. She was naked.

***

Jan stood in the doorway and smiled at her brother's automatic reflex to cover up. "It's a little late for that, Greg. I peeked. Where's Marcia?"

Greg gestured towards the bathroom. From the look in his eyes, she knew that he was appraising her naked body; comparing it to her sister's and she knew the comparison would be favorable. Marcia was taller, more lithe, but her smaller frame and larger chest gave her a more sensuous appearance. She looked like a sex machine! She liked that description.

Despite himself, Greg had a semi-erection; his cock making a small tent out of the sheet he'd hastily tossed over his lower body. He couldn't help it, Jan had that type of body. Her large tits sat upright, cherry-tipped, on her small chest. Her tiny waist flared into a perfect hip line leading to good strong legs. A flat stomach ended at a surprisingly thick reddish blond mound. On top of everything else, her long blonde hair was in a wild disarray, giving her a completely wanton look - a real sex machine.

"Eh, where's Pete?"

She walked fluidly to the bed and sat down. Greg noted the sway of her hips and the puffy lips of her cunt peeking out through her thick muff. His cock twitched. "He's still sleeping. I think I fucked him out. How about you?" she said, nodding to the bathroom.

"Wild," he said, smiling, "absolutely wild."

"No regrets?"

"Only that we waited so long."

Jan ran her fingers up and down her brother's thigh. She smiled as the bulge became larger. Slowly, she pulled the sheet off of him, exposing his thick hard-on.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"Fair's fair, dear brother. I'm giving you a full frontal shot, aren't I?" she asked as her hand moved softly over his erection, like a caress; teasing.

"Jan! Marcia's going to be out in a minute."

"Relax, Greg. After what we saw Mom and Dad do, can you imagine not wanting to share... everything. Did you know Marcia and I watched you jerk off, right from that closet." Her hand circled his now raging prick, and squeezed gently.

"Aaah. Oh, wow, I didn't think it would come up again so fast." She began to stroke him up and down, very slowly; glancing at the bathroom as she did. "You really have a beautiful cock, Greg. It's even better now than when we saw it long ago. I'm glad of that." They heard the shower stop.

"Look, Jan. I don't know what Marcia's going to say when she comes out but I don't want to fuck this up."

Jan smiled and slid downward on the bed, her face inches from his rampant dickhead. Just seeing her that close to it made his dick swell up even more. Greg couldn't believe it; after a night of the wildest fucking in his life; when he should be completely dead, he was getting another enormous hard-on. And his sister was responsible for it. Both his sisters.

"Don't worry. You won't fuck it up, but you will fuck it! When I came home, I was looking for something. I thought it just was Pete. Now, I know I'm just like Mom. I want all the Brady men," she smiled, and quickly licked the tip of his cock, "and the Brady women, too." Without warning, she sucked his cock deep into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. Her tongue worked furiously, and her sharp teeth raked the tender underside of his shaft. Greg gasped and grabbed fistfuls of her wild hair, forcing her head downward.

"Oh, shit! Jan! That feels so good. Your mouth's like a fucking furnace."

Jan made little moaning sounds as she worked his shaft in and out of her oval mouth. She could feel it pulsate as the tip hit the opening of her throat. Greg tugged at her shoulders pulling her slightly forward so he could reach her beautiful tits. He kneaded them, and rolled the big nipples between his thumb and finger. He saw her eyes become slitted with passion. She opened her mouth to moan, and a large droplet of saliva ran down his prick into his pubic hair.

"Oh, yes, Greg, yes. I love it when you squeeze my nipples. Ooooooh. Oh, fuck me, Greg. Fuck me!"

Marcia wrapped a towel around her damp hair. The shower had been invigorating; hot then freezing cold. She wasn't tired anymore. She smiled at herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt like a complete woman. She knew Greg had fallen asleep when he didn't join her, which she thought was okay, because she knew a marvelous to wake the poor dear up. She licked her lips and opened the bathroom door.

She saw them on the bed. Fucking! Rather, she saw two asses. They were facing away from her. But she knew who they were. Her Greg! And Jan! She could see Greg's powerful cock plunging in and out of her sister's cunt; slick with juicy secretions. Jan's legs were wrapped tight around his back, and her hands dug deep into his asscheeks. She could hear the sounds of their lovemaking and a wave of jealous anger swept through her, followed almost immediately, by a feeling of erotic arousal so strong that her legs began to tremble. She had seen her Mother in almost the same position in the movie and an identical feeling had hit her. But that had been film. This was real. She could put out her hand and touch them. She could even smell them; smell the sex, the sheer animal vitality of them. Her breathing became ragged and warm moisture ran down her inner thigh - hot cum juice!

Greg drew his cock out of Jan's grasping cunt, almost to the tip and with a deep groan plunged it back in mercilessly. Jan screamed. "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh. Cummin'... cummmmmin'... oh, God, I'm cumming!... Oh, fuck me, Greg! Harder! Please, harder!... oh, God, oh, God.!"

Marcia saw Jan's body go out of control as she erupted in a major climax. She shook and trembled wildly; churning and bucking; trying frantically to hold Greg's cock captive and make the moment last forever. Her violent contortions were too wild for her brother, and he bucked off just as his prick started to spray his love juice. He splashed her stomach, her tits, her face, her hair. His throbbing cock seemed to spurt forever. Cum ran in rivulets down the crevasses of her body.

Marcia ran to her sister and held her trembling body in her arms. She slid in Greg' cum. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Marcia's here. Easy, sweetheart. Rest!"

Automatically, Jan wrapped her arms around her sister. They were cheek to cheek, breast to breast, mound to mound. Greg's cum made them slide against each other. The heat of their bodies was transmitted. Marcia felt her nipples become hard and erect. Without being aware of it they began to rub against each other, lewdly. Their lips found each other and tongues entwined.

Greg's panting became less severe. His cock, still half hard, glistened with dripping cum and pussy juice. His legs were rubbery and just about kept him upright. Jan's wild bouncing had pushed him to the other side of the bed, near his sisters' heads and he watched their passionate embrace with wonder. Then, with another surge of lust, put his cock directly above their faces - it just seem the thing to do - and let a last drop of cum juice fall on Marcia's nose. Immediately it ran down to her lips and he watched in fascination as their tongues fought to lick it.

"Suck my dick," he said hoarsely, "both of you."

Marcia's struck first taking all of his semi-soft prick in her mouth. She clamped her ruby lips tightly around the flaccid meat and began to suck greedily. Jan contented herself with licking her brother's heavy balls. Neither of them let go of the others tits while they set about their new task.

The film; the realization of what their parents, aunt and uncle, were doing had opened a Pandora's box of sexual need, and once started on their erotic path they had a demanding desire to taste and feel it all.

"Ahhhh, oooooh. Yeah! That's it! Suck! Yeah, lick my balls, Jan. Do it, babe. Yes, yes! Suck them!"

Jan had taken half of his heavy sac in her mouth and was sucking gently on his testicle. Each sudden movement send a wild shiver up his spine. Marcia's educated tongue coached his cock back to life and his body was again alive with electric thrills. Bending over he spread Marcia's legs wide, dislodging Jan's grip on her tits, baring her silky blonde pussymuff. The thick cuntal lips could be seen easily through the fine hair. He pulled her cuntlips apart, the meat was pink and pretty. "Oh, sweet pussy. I'm going to eat you 'til you die!"

With his dick embedded in her mouth, Jan sucking his balls, Greg began to run his tongue, ever so gently, around the inner walls of Marcia's wet pussy. Her clitoris immediately became distended and he gently nibbled at it. She jumped and tried to talk, but his cock choked off the words. Then she jumped even higher when Jan's tongue joined her brother's and she reveled in the double tongue-fucking; one gentle, one rough. Chills and shivers attacked her body as her sensory system registered thrill after thrill. 

Each new sensation slammed her hips against their faces as brother and sister fought to give her the cum of her life. She squeezed Greg's ass as hard as she could, desperately holding on as her climax built to a crescendo. Strangling and gasping for breath she spit his cock out and screamed her passion loudly. "Aggggggggg!... Ughhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhh!... Oh, Jan, stop... for Christ sake...stop... I'm dying. No more, please, no more. I can't take it. Oh, Greg, give me your cock again... hummmmm."

Greg stood up slowly. Marcia was gently sucking at his purple cockhead. Jan' head was now buried deep between her sister's thighs; her tongue softly tapering her off. He pulled away; his cock making a 'plopping' sound when if left Marcia's mouth. She spread her legs as wide apart as possible, giving Jan complete access to her most inner being. The feeling was still there as her sister's tongue slowly brought her down from a sexual high never experienced before. She had been eaten by her brother and her sister - at the same time! And she had loved it! As Her breathing slowly returned to normal she felt a slight chill as she became conscious of the cool air on her perspiring body.

Jan looked at Marcia and smiled. "Good, wasn't it?"

"Oh, hell. It was better than good. I thought my body was going to explode... I can't really describe it. You have to experience it yourself."

Jan's smile became broader. "I was hoping you'd say that. Me next." Marcia's eyes opened in sudden excitement.




The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 1



"Greg?"

"I'll watch this time. I always wanted to see two chicks eat each other."

Jan sat against the headboard of the bed, drew her legs up and spread them wide; her thick reddish-blond muff in sharp contrast to Marcia's silky blondness. She fondled her own tits, making the nipples taut and erect.

"Com'on, Mar, eat me! Eat my pussyjuice! Suck Greg's cum out of my dirty cunt! Eat me!"

The words assailed Marcia's mind. How long ago was it that she and Jan had fingered each other's pussies, trying to capture the new sensations that were beginning to make themselves known? How frequently had she fantasized about making love to another woman? Now the past had caught up to the present and fantasy had become reality. As if it were the most natural thing in the world her head dipped between her sister's legs and she began to lick at her cunt and savor its musky aroma.

Greg became caught up in the voyeuristic pleasure of watching. He saw Jan's face contort; her brow crease, her jaws clinch as each wave of pleasure began to wash over her. He saw Marcia's head bob rhythmically and in his mind's eye he could see her tongue dip in and out of the sopping pussy of his younger sister. Marcia's lovely ass stuck straight up in the air; two perfect half moons beckoning to him. His erection was almost painful.

Marcia felt the pressure on her cuntlips, their sudden parting as the rough ridges of her brother's prick rubbed the walls of her vagina. She moaned loudly into her sister's pussy.

"Oh, yeah, Greg. Fuck her cunt!" Jan said when she felt the sudden extra weight against her. She rubbed her sister's back, her tits, squeezing them roughly.

Greg's cock was sunk to the shank in Marcia's cunt. He leaned forward, grabbed Jan's large tits and kissed her hungrily; his tongue probing deep in her mouth. They were completely linked, joined by mouth, pussy, and cock; trans- ported to another dimension, yet each a part of the other. When they came, it was in unison. Their passion, their love could be heard throughout the house.

And they didn't care. 

(To be Continued)



The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 2



When Peter woke up he felt hungover. His head thundered and his body ached in places he didn't know it was possible to hurt in. Looking in the mirror he saw teeth marks on his chest and long, vivid nail marks were still visible on his back. No wonder I hurt, he thought. Looking around he saw that Jan was gone, but the imprint of her body remained. So it wasn't a dream, he thought, I actually fucked my sister! Not that jerk off kid stuff, but a real, honest to God fucking! And sucking! And . . . shit, what didn't we do? 

An image of his sister jumped into his mind: her body bouncing against the mattress, legs tight around his back, her hands gripping his ass. He saw her lust, her wantonness, her desperate desire; felt her tits under his hands; his cock plunging into her depths, stretching her cunt wide; her secretions glistening on his shaft, lubricating his way. He could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze his prick in a death grip as her climax ripped through her churning body, his own following seconds later, their juices mixing together.

He shivered and shook himself to clear his head. The mental pictures were too vivid, too real. Just thinking about last night made his breathing ragged and stiffened his prick. He threw cold water on his face, dried himself then grabbed his pants and went downstairs. There was no one in the den. The television was still on; actually the VCR, but the tape had finished and the picture tube flashed a surreal image. He turned the TV off and hit the Rewind switch on the VCR, went to the kitchen and drank a tall glass of cold orange juice then poured another. He was beginning to feel alive again, but the revitalization began to focus his thoughts more coherently.

He had fucked his sister! And she had fucked him right back! Incest! He was rational enough to know it was not biological incest; the Brady Boys and the Brady girls were adopted, but it was moral incest; a relationship outside of contemporary community standards. To the world outside, it would be incest!

"Fuck it!" he said out loud, as he forcibly pushed the thoughts from his mind. What happened last night was a dream come true and he wasn't about to let this line of thought take that away from him. Not now, anyway. He grabbed the glass of juice and walked briskly to the living room.

He almost missed them. Cindy and Bobby were laying on the deep pile carpet, almost completely hidden by the large, formal couch. Only the tips of Cindy's feet protruded and that's what had caught his eye. He knelt quietly on the couch. His youngest sister lay naked between his brother's legs, her head on his thigh; her lips less than an inch from his flaccid cock. There were dried cum stains on her cheeks. Peter noted in passing that all the Brady men seem to carry substantial sexual equipment. However, he was more interested in his sister's body.

Cindy, physically, was the girl in the middle; shorter than Marcia, taller than Jan. Although flattened against her chest, her tits were perfectly round, larger than Marcia's, but smaller than Jan's. She and Jan shared one trait: large areolas and extended nipples. He wondered if Marcia followed suit. His eye was drawn to the vee at the base of her stomach. One leg was cocked to the side, giving him an excellent view of her cunt-mound. Leaning over the couch he gently brushed the hair surrounding her pussy. It was thick, like Jan's, but finer, less coarse. Lightly, he fingered an individual strand causing Cindy moved ever so slightly in her sleep.

Peter licked his lips. Cindy's lush, young body was turning him on. Heat was flowing to his cock, making it push hard against the rear of the couch. Wondering how close he could get to it without waking her up, he shed his pants and went behind the couch, his erection standing stiff and proud. Cindy's foot was cocked inward blocking his way. 

Cautiously, He moved it aside clearing the way. Now Cindy's young pussy stared back at him, the lips slightly ajar, a tinge of pink, succulent meat clearly visible. He blew softly into the tangle of pubic hair. She stirred and her legs opened wider. Her thighs were firm and tan, a bikini line very evident. The tip of his tongue explored the leading edge of her hairy defense. It tasted tangy. Her cunt scent was now strong in his nostrils. He let his tongue snake through the hairy labyrinth, finding its own path. 

Gently, ever so gently; careful that his face didn't touch her open thighs, he probed her thick cuntal lips. He was surprised when he saw them open of their own volition, her hooded clitoris winking seductively at him. His control was at the ragged edge. He wanted to ram his tongue into this juicy cunt, suck on that pleasure button, and feel her hot cum juices splash his face.

"Oh, Peter," Cindy moaned quietly, "You really know how to wake a girl up."

His head shot up at the sound of her voice. Her eyes were slitted; her smile, seductive and knowing. "Eat me, big brother!" she ordered, "Suck my pussy and make me cum. I want you, Pete! I really want you!"

With a strangled groan he pushed her legs apart and stabbed her cunt with his hard tongue, sinking deep into the hot pussy channel. She bit one hand to hold back a sudden moan, the other hand jammed his face into her squisky, hot box. Peter's hands reached for her full tits. He raised his eyes and saw the tip of her tongue flicking wetly over Bobby's circumcised cockhead; her lips pursed to suck his shaft into her waiting mouth. Suddenly he wanted to see her do it!

"Go for it!" he said, "Suck his cock! Let me see you take it all the way down your throat." he choked, not recognizing his own voice. Slowly, his brother's cock disappeared into Cindy's willing mouth.

"Hey, man, stick your finger up her ass," a now wide awake Bobby Brady said, "She loves it, and she'll cum like a race horse."

With a smile in her eyes, Cindy raised her legs, giving Peter easy access to her pink shitter. He slid his index finger in and out of her butterslick cunt, lubricating it, then slowly slid it past the tight ring of her oval asshole. The muscles contracted, then relaxed, and his finger slid in the rest of the way with ease; into the depths of her bowel.

Her climax was shattering!

***

Marcia watched as Jan, standing naked in front of the mirror, ran a comb through her long blonde hair. "Aren't you going to put something on?" she asked.

"What do I have to hide? You should take off that silly robe and face the world a-la-natural!" Marcia hesitated, then looked at Greg for an answer.

"Don't ask me," he said, "I'm prejudiced; naked women always look better than naked men."

"Is that why you're wearing shorts?"

"Like I said . . ."

"Yeah, I heard. Oh, hell, why not? I want to see the look on Peter's face anyway." Marcia said. Jan laughed and replied, "Is that really the part you want to see?" They all laughed, and left the bedroom surprising comfortable in their new relationship, and eager to expand it.

They heard the others before they saw them. Cindy's voice was loud, almost shrill, but there were no words, only noises. Hurrying into the living room, the reason for their sister's squealing became obvious. She was on her hands and knees and Peter was slowly, relentlessly, stuffing his heavy dick up her asshole! Her face was contorted and flushed with excitement, and her mouth was full of Bobby's, prick! Lustfully engrossed they were unaware of the others.

Marcia and Jan stopped so short that Greg ran into them. Gasping, their eyes opened wide in wonder. And all three felt the heat return to their loins.

"Oh, my God," Marcia said in a strangled voice, "he's fucking her in the ass!" As Greg's arms encircled her, his dick rubbed against her ass-cheeks, and a vicarious thrill run up her spine. 

Jan's hot cum juice began to dribble down her thigh. Her legs were weak. Ass-fucking! The whole scene assaulted her mind. Her rear hole, like Marcia's, was virgin territory, but highly aroused she was suddenly intrigued by what she saw. 

Crawling behind Peter, she watched in awe as his cock sank into Cindy's backhole, his balls bouncing against her wide open pussy, while her baby sister's fingers alternated between rubbing her clitoris and squeezing Peter's heavy ballsac. Wide-eyed, she watched her baby sister get assfucked by Peter's wonderful looking dick while Cindy's hips ground up against her brother's cock, trying to get every centimeter of pleasure up her ass.

Meanwhile, Marcia gripped Greg's hands; they were covering her tits, kneading the nipples. She moved one to her crotch, guiding it to her gaping pussy. Her juices were flowing richly and her cunthair glistened. His fingers needed no urging as he gently began to roll her clitoris between his fingers. The heat flowed through her body and her eyes went wider as she saw Jan's index finger sink to the first joint in Peter's ass. The sudden intrusion forced his dick further into Cindy's stretched rectum and she moaned loudly. Marcia urged Greg's finger to move faster.

Bobby held his sister's head tightly in his hands and pumped his large cock into her mouth. It was like fucking a live volcano with teeth. Through slitted eyes he watched his brothers and sisters join the tableau of lust; saw Marcia and Greg, their hands moving frantically over cock and pussy; saw Jan's tongue slide alone Peter's ass, her finger wedged in his butt. He saw her slide on her back, beneath Peter and Cindy, and without withdrawing her finger, begin to suck her sister's sopping cunt.

Jan's tongue was too much for Cindy. She jumped forward, almost strangling on Bobby's ready prick, its tip at the opening of her throat. She began to spasm, her body convulsed, and she started to suck Bobby's cock like a vacuum. She gurgled as she felt him erupt, his hot cum spurting straight down her gullet.

"Oh, Christ! I'm cumming! Suck my cock! Suck it!" he screamed as Cindy's pussy juice squirted in Jan's mouth. The invading tongue moved snakelike in its effort to lap it all up and frothy cream covered her lips and mouth.

Driven by the electrified lust in the air, Peter sank his cock in his sister's ass and exploded! His legs trembled violently as cum juice sprayed her insides and his wildly spurting cock popped loose to hose her asscheeks and her back. To Cindy, his cum felt like molten lava on her skin. With a deep groan he dropped to the floor, his body still shaking.

"Oh, make me cum, Greg, make me cum!" Marcia hissed violently, then bent her knees, giving everyone a full view of her blonde pussy, and Greg's hand freedom to completely satisfy her. Two strong, agile fingers were jammed up her hole, and his thumb was massaging her extended clit. She was on the verge of bursting.

"Make her cum, Greg," Cindy said in a hoarse voice, her face dotted with Bobby's love juice, "Finger-fuck her to death!"

"Com'on, baby, cum for me!" Greg said, "Feel my fingers! Feel the good times. Com'on, Marcia. Cum!"

Throwing an arm around his neck for support, Marcia squeezed his cock brutally. "Oh, yes, yes, yessss," she screamed as a thousand volts of electricity surged through her body.

"Aaaaaaaaaggg! Ughhhhhhhhh! Ohhhh . . . oh, God! Oh, God! Stop! . . . Stop! . . . Stop!" She pleaded. Gasping, unable to breath, her legs turned to jelly and she slid from Greg's grip to the floor, panting heavily. Greg grabbed his cock and in sure, swift strokes shot his pent-up cum all over her face and supine body. Then, he too, sank to the floor, exhausted.

No one moved. Time passed. No one cared. The Brady's were in a world all their own. There was no outside, just them but even as they lay on the floor, exhausted from lust, there was a need to touch, to be in contact with another so each Brady had a piece of their body in contact with one of their siblings. It didn't matter who, just as long as there was physical contact.

Sometime later, she didn't know when, Marcia saw Jan beginning to stoke Bobby's limp dick. "Oh, no you don't!" she said suddenly, "You're two up on me. Bobby and Peter are mine. Go play with Cindy for a while." She turned to Greg who was smiling at her, "Don't worry, darling, I'm saving my asshole for you."

"Oh, Christ," Cindy moaned, "I think somebody's trying to make up for lost time. Look out guys."

***

The Brady bunch sat around the pool relaxing. It was late afternoon, and the still warm sun caressed their sated bodies. In deference to the neighbors, the girls wore string bikinis that belonged to Jan and showed more than they hid.

The day had passed in a cavalcade of sexual delights, each more exciting, more thrilling, than the one before it. Marcia had caught up to Jan; first by double blowing Bobby and Peter, then fucking each one in succession while sucking the life force from the other's rock-hard cock. 

Her hot searing pussy seem to have a life of its own; a desire that was almost unquenchable. Her cunt never stopped oozing pussyjuice. Then, with the aid of a bottle of baby oil, and a lot of family encouragement, she gave up her virgin asshole to Greg. With Cindy and Jan on either side of her, urging her; holding her until the initial pain passed, Marcia entered the realm of the Three Way Broad - one who fucked, sucked, and took it up the ass. Once Greg's cock was inside her ass, new sensations assaulted her brain; new pleasures, new desires; and once again she berated herself for her denial of her own needs.

Not to be outdone, Jan devised a three-way for herself. She sat on Bobby's hard cock - she loved that all the Brady men were hung - gave Peter her virgin asshole to fuck, and took Greg's still hard cock deep down her throat. Like the master conductor of a fine symphony, she coached, changed the tempo, fine-tuned the arrangement until, in one shattering climax the four lovers came in a simultaneous explosion that left them breathless, and Jan drenched with cum juice from head to toe. Her sisters helped her to lick it all up.

Much later, after all three Brady girls had fucked all three Brady boys, the girls indulged in a pussy-licking daisy chain. The voyeuristic pleasure of watching their sisters eat each other cunt, made the guys go from limp-dick to rigid steel in seconds. Minutes later the day's pleasures ended as they had begun with Marcia and Greg, Jan and Peter, Cindy and Bobby - all fucking.

Now they sat around the pool, quietly relaxing. The girls clustered on chaise loungers, talking softly, the guys at a table sipping cold beers.

"Would you believe," Greg said, "I almost didn't come. The head of surgery made me feel like a real shit, asking for the time. Can you believe it?"

"Well, I'm glad you did. I don't think Bobby and I could have lasted the day with those three," Peter said, jerking his thumb at the girls. "They're the ones I can't believe. Them . . . and Mom. I mean, did you see the size of that black dick? If that sonofabitch wasn't a foot long I'll kiss your ass in Macy's window at high noon."

"Yeah," Bobby said, "and Mom took every inch of it. What a pussy she must have!" He laughed. "Guess we know where the girls get their hots from.

"Hey, tell the truth, did you guys get horny when you watched Mom with that black dude?"

Smiling, the brothers slowly nodded their heads.

"Of course," Peter said, "that was before I got a look at the log that guy had for a cock. I felt like a midget with an inverted hard-on." They all laughed.

"Seriously, though, guys," Greg said, "we have to talk about this; us and them. I mean, we're talking some heavy shit. Incest!" He lowered his voice when he said the word. "We're one big fucking family, and I mean that literally."

Bobby and Peter laughed at Greg's unintentional joke.

"Yeah," he continued, "It would be funny as hell, if it wasn't so serious. What are we going to do about it?"

"I think I know where you're coming from, Greg," Peter said, "but I don't feel bad about what happened, not a bit. Maybe I feel that way because of what Mom and Dad are doing. I know all the legal and moral implications, but I don't give a shit. I've wanted Jan ever since I can remember. I'm glad it happened. I want it to happen again, and anytime from now on."

"That's what I mean! I want Marcia, too. All the time! The question is, what do we do about it?"

"Maybe we should ask the girls," Bobby said, "Here they come."

"I hope you were talking about us," Marcia said as she sat on Greg's lap. The bra of her borrowed bikini was too large and Greg could see all the way down to her nipples. They kissed gently, like lovers. There were no extra chairs so Jan and Cindy followed Marcia's example.

"We've been talking things over," Jan said, "and we want to make you guys a proposal."

"Hell, this sounds like a business meeting," Peter said.

"Hush up," Jan said, playfully pulling his hair. "Listen to what Marcia has to say."

"Okay, look. We've been talking about . . . things. We know how we feel about you, and we think the feeling is mutual." She waited for reaction. When she saw heads nod she continued. "Well, if that's the case, then everything we want is right here - in this house. So let's all come home, where we belong; where we want to be and with whom we want to be with."

"Wait a minute," Peter said, "We all have other lives. Hell, you're a married woman."

"He's an asshole," Marcia snapped. "I'm getting a divorce. I'm not in love with him. I knew that the moment Greg put his cock in me." She looked directly at her brother. "I'm in love with Greg!" she said softly. "And for the rest - chuck it! Greg can be a doctor anywhere, so why not here. The same goes for you, Pete. Jan can work for Dad's firm, and I can decorate houses here as well as back there. When Cindy and Bobby graduate, they can come back too.

"We think it can work. What do you say? Com'on, say yes. Please."

"Whoa, honey," Greg said, "Skip the hard sell. We were talking about the same thing. There's one small problem you may have overlooked - Mom and Dad! What the hell are they going to be doing while we're fucking our brains out? They certainly aren't going to be wearing blinders. Don't you think they'll tumble real fast - not to mention, we'll be cramping their style, too."

The girls smiled at each other. "I told you they were smart guys," Cindy said, beaming.

"That was part one of our proposal," Jan said, "Part two is that we make Mom and Dad want us to come home. We make them want to be part of our fun group."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Greg asked.

"Why not?" Cindy piped up. "Would you throw Mom out of bed? No, you wouldn't! You all had hard-ons when you saw her take that black dick. Well, we think the same about Daddy."

Greg looked at his brothers. He shrugged his shoulders and Peter answered the same. Bobby's expression said, 'Why not.' Smiling at his sisters, Greg said, "I suppose you three have some lecherous plan to make this come to pass?"

"Oh, Greg," Marcia hugged her brother/lover tight, "I knew I could count on you."

"Okay, guys," Jan said in a serious voice, "This is the plan."

***

John Cummings put the phone down and stared at it for a moment, somewhat lost in thought. "That was Greg," he said to his wife, Mary. "They still want to have the anniversary party, even though Mike and Carol won't be there."

Mary Brady-Cummings didn't really hear husband. Her whole concentration was focused on the long, incredibly thick, black cock that was wedged deep in her hot, juicy pussy. She was straddling a large, muscular black man; feet firm on the floor, and she moved up and down in a deliberately slow motion; a sexual rhythm all her own. Her face was flushed, and a thin film of perspiration covered her tingling body. She was very close to cumming. A lovely black woman knelt on the couch beside her sucking her nipple and kneading her tit.

"Oh, yesss. Com'on, Leroy, put it all in . . . don't hold back. I want it!" Mary hissed as her hips began to move faster, twisting and gyrating up and down the huge, slimy shaft. Pussyjuice leaked from her cunt. The black man grunted, gripped her by the waist and pulled her down - hard, shoving his entire twelve inches of thick, black fuckmeat up her searing cunt.




The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 2



"Awwww," Mary Brady-Cummings yelped as her face contorted with pain and pleasure. "Oh, God, yesssss. Fuck me! Fuck me! I love your black cock." Her eyes glazed and her mouth flopped open, as if to scream, but no sound came out. She grabbed the black woman for support just as the shattering climax rippled through her body. Her legs shook, her chest heaved and her arms jerked uncontrollably as wave after wave of pure heaven washed over her. Leroy pumped furiously, working his cock all the way up to the hilt, and back down to the very tip.

"Oh, momma," he yelled. "I'm cummin' white bitch, I'm cummin'. Take it all! Take it all!"

His cock exploded deep in Mary's vagina. She could feel the eruptions splash against her womb, each one hotter and more powerful than the one before it and it triggered another juicy orgasm. She bounced like a toy and she raveled in his rough treatment. Slowly, the tremors began to subside as thick, white globs of cum mixed with clear pussy nectar and leaked from her pleasure-raw cunt. The black woman quickly got on her hands and knees and began licking Mary's cunt and Leroy's balls, her agile tongue slurping up the droplets of cum and pussyjuice. She worked swiftly, hardly missing a drop.

Mary leaned back against the muscular black man and kissed him greedily. "Ohhhh," she sighed. "Your wife's tongue is almost as good as your cock, Leroy."

He laughed a deep laugh. "You're only saying that 'cause it's true. Marcy can blow the hat right off your head."

John Cummings stood there, naked, stroking his prick. Watching his wife get fucked always gave him his biggest hard-ons, but even his good size cock was no match for the huge weapon the black man carried. He moaned. Marcy, Leroy's wife, turned, saw his erection, and crawled to him. Her mouth ovaled around his dickhead and slowly his cock disappeared into her hot wet mouth. He grabbed her black, kinky hair and began to piston his hard fuckpole in and out. It felt almost as good as her juicy, black pussy. The suction was electric. Shock waves ran from his cock to his brain and back. Her mouth was a fiery vacuum, sucking the life from his dick as her head bobbed in rhythm to his vigorous thrusting. He felt the pressure building to the boiling point.

"Suck it, bitch!" he snarled. "Suck my white cock! Make it cum all over your black hide. Suck . . . suck . . . oh, shit, I'm cumming, Marcy, I can't hold it, baby. I'm cummmmmming!"

He felt Marcy Lincoln suck his cock deep down her throat with all the strength of her powerful jaws. It felt as if the tip of his dick was going to be ripped off. His body shuttered, convulsed, and he erupted in her mouth. It was a strong, powerful load.

She held his hips in support as his jism splashed down her throat; globs of it. She swallowed quickly, not missing a drop of the heavy onslaughts - she was a real pro at sucking cock. Then, as the eruptions began to subside she savored the taste of his tangy cum, rubbing it on her face and her tits.

"Good shit, man. Makes the skin shine," she said with a sticky smile.

Exhausted, John Cummings dropped to the floor while Marcy continued to rum his cum juice over her deep chocolate colored body, and her skin did, indeed, shine. Mary also dropped to the floor, her cunt still oozing, and kissed her husband tenderly. "Oooh, baby, watching you gets me sooo hot again," she said.

John laughed. "Fuck off, woman. That bitch ate my cock; ain't nothin' left."

"Never send a boy to do a man's job," Leroy said with a smile. He swaggered to the women and saw the lustful look in their eyes; his huge rod was hard again, stranding almost straight out and up. "Well, ladies, whatcha say?" he said.

"Whoa, you black bastard," John said conversationally, "We have a problem!" Quickly he related the phone call from his nephew, Greg.

"The phone rang?" his wife asked, "Where was I? I don't remember any phone call."

"You were on Leroy's big dick," John said with a smile. "An A-Bomb could have gone off and you wouldn't have heard it."

She giggled. "Well what are we going to do about his party? It's a little strange, isn't it? Mike and Carol won't be back until Monday at the earliest."

Before leaving for Sacremento, Mike Brady had called his brother to tell him what had happened, and to cancel the anniversary party.

"Maybe the kids just want to have a party. After all, they came in from all over the country; they're probably bored. Hey, why don't you and Marcy come along, Leroy."

"That's a great idea," Mary Brady-Cummings said.

"That's not the type of party Marcy and I had in mind, John."

"Oh, what the hell," Marcy said, "If we can't fuck, we might as well have a few drinks and some laughs. Maybe one of the boys will be cute."

"Hey," John said, "You're talking about my nephews."

***

Children have a tendency never to grow up in the eyes of adults. John and Mary Cummings were no exception; so it was a pleasant revelation for them when Marcia and Greg answered the door to realize that their nephew and niece were now full grown and very striking. Remembering them as children, John was actually embarrassed by the fact that Marcia wore no bra; her well-shaped, taut tits; nipples erect, were plainly visible through the thin summer material of her dress. His embarrassment turned to arousal when he saw that Cindy and Jan were in the same state. Jan's superstructure was really magnificent, he thought.

When Aunt Mary introduced Leroy and Marcy, the young Brady's immediately recognized them as the black couple from the home video. "I hope you don't mind us tagging along," Leroy said.

"Of course not," Marcia said, always the perfect hostess. "In fact, this may be a even better party than we planned," she said with a knowing look at her sister, Jan, who was eyeing Leroy with obvious interest.

"Let me get you a drink," Peter said, steering Marcy Lincoln to the bar. He gave his brother a sly wink as he passed.

Leroy stood with the other males at the bar watching the women across the room. Like most house parties the men and women had split into separate groups. He noticed that one of the Brady girls - Jan - kept looking at him. He knew that look. Another white chick with black cock fantasies. Okay, he thought, maybe not tonight, sweet thing, but some time and he filed Jan Brady away for future reference.

John watched his niece, Marcia, walk across the room to them. He noted her lovely tits, the way her light dress swished with the sway of her hips and he found himself wondering how she would look naked. Hell, he thought, she wasn't a girl any longer, she was a woman. Even little Cindy had a sexuality about her that triggered lecherous images in his mind. He smiled at his own horniness.

"The purpose of a party is to have the guests mingle," Marcia said, "not hide out in corners. Why don't you guys entertain Aunt Mary and Marcy while we kidnap Uncle John and Leroy. Wouldn't you like to see the house, Leroy," she said innocently. Her tit was leaning on his arm, and Leroy could feel the heat through his sleeve. "Er . . . sure, why not?" 

"I've seen the house."

"Don't be a party pooper, Uncle John," Cindy said, taking her uncle's arm. "You've never had me as a tour guide." Her smile was wide and inviting. John shrugged at his wife as he was led off by his young niece. Marcia and Leroy led the way. Jan Brady followed. Her smile was wide and inviting, too; it was also very knowing.

Greg and Peter sat on either side of Marcy Lincoln and their Aunt. Greg, next to his aunt, had his arm draped on the back of the large sofa. Bobby stayed behind the bar, a silly smile on his face.

"I hope you don't mind my saying, Marcy, that you're a lovely lady," Peter said. "In fact you look like a movie star."

"Oh, listen to that blarney," Mary said.

Marcy Lincoln laughed. "You hush up, Mary. This boy has good taste," she said, patting Peter's knee. "You just keep it up, honeychile, flattery will get you everywhere."

"I hope so," he said and moved closer to the lovely black woman.

"I second what Peter said. Both of you ladies should be in pictures," Greg said. His arm went around his aunt's shoulders. With his free hand he traced a soft line from her neck, down her thrusting breast to its tip.

Her eyes flew open. "Greg! What are you doing?"

Marcy felt the pressure of Peter's leg against her and their eyes met in a knowing stare. Her hand rested on his upper thigh.

"I think," Marcy said in a low voice, "these boys have something on their minds besides conversation."

Mary tried, with difficulty, to control her breathing. Her nephew's touch had sent a jolt of electric excitement through her body. She could feel the warm juice begin to flow in her cunt. This was her young nephew she told herself, her sister's child. However, what she saw before her was full adult male; a lean hard body hiding beneath his clothes. And he had a hard-on! For her!

His arm tightened around her. "Yes," he said, "you should definitely be in pictures. X-rated pictures. Like the ones you make with Mom and Dad."

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She looked from Greg to Peter, who were smiling, and back to Marcy, who was laughing. She looked at Bobby. He still wore the silly grin, only now he held a camcorder in his hands.

"You bastard!" she said, but the tension had been broken, replaced immediately by forbidden desire.

"Think you're big enough, white boy?" Marcy asked, pressing her body to Peter.

"Try me!" he said, and pulled her to him.

Greg and Mary watched them entwine, hands searching. Her nephew cupped her full tits and squeeze the nipples sending a shivering tremor up her spine and a hot excitment erupted throughout her body. "The girls?" she said, suddenly remembering where she was.

"What do you think?"

"Oh, you bastard!" she said grabbing his hard-on. Her last words before his mouth and tongue found hers were: "Fuck me!"

***

"This is the bedroom," Cindy proclaimed, "And this is the bed. It's a big one!"

"Dad always believed in large rooms," Jan said. She had taken Marcia's place on Leroy's arm and was standing very close to the large, black man, who was trying valiantly to keep his erection in check. He wasn't having much luck since Jan's lush body constantly rubbed against his. He wished he could just throw this honky chick on the bed and fuck her brains out. She was really getting to him.

At six foot four, 230 pounds, and with rugged good looks, Leroy had little trouble enticing women, black or white, to his bed. This little minx was the first chick, in a long time, he'd go out of his way to fuck. Her full tits, and sweet round ass were even better than her mothers'. Christ, he thought, imagine fucking both mother and daughter; that would really be a kick!

Like Leroy, John was aroused; only the object of his attentions was his niece, Cindy. Following her up the stairs, he had watched her heart-shaped ass bob in front of his eyes. He had actually licked his lips in desire. Now she stood with her arm in his, her body pressed tight against his, and the heat of her almost naked tits burning his arm. 

Marcia stood in the doorway of her mother's dressing area, her arms on either side of the frame, her eyes unusually bright.

"This is where Mom undresses," she said. Her throaty voice seem to caress the last word. "This is where she takes off her clothes. Ever wondered how she does it, Uncle John? Maybe she starts like this," she said then reached under her arm and pulled the zipper of her dress down. The top fell away. Naked from the waist up, the nipples of her firm tits thrust out stiff, enlarged with desire. Leroy and John lost their fight with their erections. The black man took a tentative step in Marcia's direction.

"No," Jan said sharply, "You stay here with me!" She placed his hand on the zipper of her dress. "Pull!" she ordered.

John's mouth had flopped open like a dead fish when he saw Marcia's bare her body. His cock got achingly hard and he felt a tight pressure surround his balls. His mouth opened even wider when he realized that Cindy - sweet, little Cindy - was squeezing his nuts. From the corner of his eye he saw Leroy pull Jan's zipper all the way down. The dress puddled at her feet. She wore flimsy black lace panties, dove gray hose, and high heels. Nothing else. She's beautiful, he thought. Stacked! God, what a set! What a body! Cindy squeezed harder. "Ouch," he yelped.

"Pay attention, Uncle John, your turn will come; but not before I'm through with you." Then she slid the zipper of her dress down revealing her lovely young body to him. In every direction John looked, semi-naked women filled his vision. His nieces! His brother's stepdaughters!

Marcia knew his mind was awhirl, and it excited and thrilled her to have him watch as she slid the silk panties down her legs. Smiling, she knew he could see the silky blonde thatch between her legs and the puffy cuntlips. Turning her head she saw Jan kneeling in front of Leroy, her hands cradling his big black dick, stroking it like something alive; her lips pursed in front of the huge dark purple head. Slowly it disappear in her mouth. 

Pussyjuice dribbled down Marcia's thigh as she saw Cindy starting to suck on Uncle John's cock; the glistening shaft disappearing all the way down her throat, then slowly reappearing an inch at a time. The deep suction made her uncle's eyes glaze over and he wasn't unaware of her removing his clothes. Kissing him, she tongued him deep; her active hands kneading his bare buttocks. He tried to say something to her, but his voice was strangled and he could only make incoherent noises. 

Her hand found the secret spot in her pussy and her index finger began to move over it, slowly and deliberately. She knew her uncle's eyes were following her, watching her finger play in her pussy. It heightened her pleasure. She wanted him to watch. She wanted him to want her . . . to want them all, and to have them.

Jan refused to concede defeat to Leroy's cock. It was immensely thick and long; heavily ridged with bulging veins. The pungent, musky aroma filled her nostrils and excited her to a fever pitch, but despite his encouragements, the constant thrust of his hips, she could only get his cockhead in her mouth. She gripped his shaft, tightly, with both hands; holding on in desperation. Her lips were stretched to the tearing point but her tongue kept licking his cockhead and the tender underside of his dick. She strained to get another centimeter of his ebony prick in her willing mouth but she couldn't. 

Just the thought of fucking, sucking this huge black man had filled her with lust - lust! That was the right word! Peter was love, this was lust; the near fulfillment of all her wanton fantasies. Her lips strained, her body glowed with the flush of desire.

Marcia knelt beside her sister and began to lave Leroy's meaty shaft with her delicate tongue, her breath ragged with anticipation. She could see herself speared by this huge, black engine; Uncle John in her ass. Her mind reeled with erotic fantasies that she knew could - would - come true.

"Oh, yesss," Leroy sighed, "Oh, suck my cock, girl. Lick it good!" He grabbed each woman by their blonde hair, his black hands in shocking contrast to their fair color. He pulled tight, desperate to have them close. "Johnny, boy," he yelled at his friend, "You have some fine pussy in your family! . . . eat my cock, both of you!"

Marcia and Jan fought a tongue dual over his cockhead, with neither losing. Leroy released their hair but quickly substituted a firm tit from each sister, kneading and squeezing their soft flesh, sending new, more exciting, waves of pleasure down to their sopping pussies. Their very busy fingers frigged pulsating clits; keeping desire at a fever pitch.

John Cummings knew that something had been said to him, but he didn't hear what it was, nor did he care. Cindy's warm, moist, yielding mouth occupied his entire mind and all his concentration. He held her head firm, pumping his dick in and out of her sweet mouth. Her hands dug into his asscheeks; demanding, pulling his cock further into her oval-sucking machine. He felt like his prick was going to be sucked right out of his body.

"Do it, baby . . . oh, suck your uncle's cock! Sweet Cindy," he cooed, unaware of his own words. "I'm fucking you in the mouth! Oh, yesss . . . that's it . . .that's it!"

"Don't cum yet, Uncle John," Cindy said breathlessly. "I want you to cum in my cunt! Here!" She leaned back on the floor and spread her legs obscenely wide; pulling her cuntlips apart. "Here!" she repeated. John fell between his lovely niece's wide open legs. His cock stretched her cunt opening, then slid easily into her sopping pussy.

"Aaaaahhh," he sighed, and slowly he began to fuck sweet Cindy. In a moment, they were locked together, moving in sexual unison; her body moving up on his shaft to meet his powerful forward thrust. "Oh, yesss, Uncle John," she moaned, "Stick it in deep. Fuck me good. Ohhhhhh, that's so gooood."

Cindy's words floated across the room to Marcia and Jan, and Leroy. They turned and saw Uncle John's cock pumping up and down in Cindy's juicy cunt. It was too much for Leroy. His cum boiled up from his ballsac; he felt it coming. Two, sure, swift strokes of his large fist and he erupted over the girls pretty faces. He came in powerful spurts. "Agggggh," he cried, panting, as the tremors crashed through him, turning his legs to jelly, and causing his body to shake uncontrollably. 

Fortunately, Jan turned her face, mouth open, just as the first glob of cum exploded from Leroy's wildly pulsing prick. She caught it on her tongue, the tangy alkaline flavor burning into her flesh. The next splashed on the bridge of her nose and began to dribble downward. 

She lunged at the cockhead and successfully captured it as it began erupting in furious spurts. Jan gulped, swallowing a mouthful of cum. The slimy wads slid down her gullet like hot oysters. Marcia pulled Leroy's cock from her sister's mouth roughly. He winced but couldn't stop shooting his wad. He was cumming by the cupful. 

A spraying droplet splashed on her cheek before she could get his cock in her mouth, then she began to swallow. Jan caught the cum that had leaked down her nose and chin and shoved it back in her mouth with her fingers, savoring the spunky flavor.

Together, the sisters rubbed the still-dribbling cockhead over their faces; sucking its huge knob, milking the last vestiges of jism from the pisshole, sliding their lips and tongues up and down up and down until Leroy's black cock was clean and shiny. As they did, it began to twitch again; began to grow from half limp to steely hard. Jan got up and laid on the bed, her face shiny with a sheen of cum-juice.

"Fuck me, Leroy! Put your big black cock in me! Stretch me wide! Com'on, fuck me."

Marcia licked his cockshaft, feeling it respond to her touch. "Do it," she said, looking up at the sweating, panting black man. Gently, she pulled him by his dick to where her sister lay, and guided his huge black fuckpole into Jan's blonde pussy.

"Awwww, oh, God. It's so big!" Jan said as her cuntlips were stretched as her mouth had been. How had her mother, her tiny mother, taken this cock? It was a beautiful fucking, killing machine. He paused.

"NO!" she screamed. "DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! DO IT!"

Leroy's chest heaved as he felt Marcia behind him, running her hands over his body, caressing his heavy balls.

"Yeah, sweet-thing, open up your pussy for my black cock. Here it comes, baby! Take it! Just like your Momma!"

Jan forced her hips upward, impaling herself on his rigid rod. She came immediately! Her eyes rolled, and her toes curled, clutching at the bedsheets. She pumped upward, fucking herself on his steel-like cock, while Leroy held himself up on his arms and watched the beautiful white girl do all the work. "Yesss," she yelled. "Fuck me like you did my mother. Oh, yesss, that's it . . . do it . . . hard! Please, please fuck me! I'm on fire."




The Amorous Brady Bunch Ch. 2



Marcia sucked on Jan's hardened nipples and played with Leroy's swinging ballsac. "Stick your cock all the way in her, you black bastard," Marcia snapped at Leroy. "Fuck her," she screamed. He gave Marcia a dirty look, then rammed his cock into Jan's open white body. 

He was brutal. And she loved it. Her orgasm exploded upward from her pleasure-raw cunt, and erupted in her brain. The intensity made her body convulse and spasm with involuntary tremors. Blinding colors flashed behind her closed eyelids as waves of unexpressive pleasure crashed over her. She was in heaven. Then she fainted.

Leroy pulled his still hard cock out of Jan's dripping pussy. It was slimy with her cum juices. "Your turn now, bitch!" he snarled at Marcia, who jumped back at the harshness of his voice. She wasn't quick enough. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard, forcing her down.

"On your knees," he commanded. "Let see if you're as good as your mother." He pushed her down on her hands and knees beside her sister's panting body.

"Wait," she said, suddenly scared. "What are you going to do to me?"

The big black man laughed. "What do you think I'm goin' do to you, honky cunt. I'm gonna fuck your pretty pussy ragged, then I'm gonna ream out your asshole . . . and you're gonna love it - just like your momma."

"Oh, no," she yelled and tried to squirm away, but he held her down in a vise-like grip. Fear spread through her body.

The last of Uncle John's cum was dripping in Cindy's wet pussy, mixing with her cum juice. His cock gave a final twitch and finally was still. Every ounce of morrow had been sucked from his body by his young niece's demanding, ever juicy, always cumming cunt. 

Her body had squirmed beneath him; hips grinding, demanding. Her nails and teeth had torn at his flesh. He couldn't believe her wantonness; her lust. Her cums were so frequent and intense; her body so wild, he feared that he would be thrown off of her. Now they lay quietly, still entwined; Cindy's tongue tracing zigzag lines on his face and neck, the world slowly intruding upon them.

Voices, once just noise, became clear. They pulled apart and looked across the room. Leroy was forcing Marcia to her knees; describing in detail what he was about to do to her. Jan lay beside them; exhausted or unconscious, neither could tell. They could see the glistening droplets of cum dangling in her pussy hairs; the open, pink, inner walls of her cunt staring back at them.

Cindy raised up on her arm. Leroy's ebony cock, slick with pussy juice, stood up, straight and hard, and filled her vision. "Oooh," she said, eyes bright again with excitement, "Lets get a closer look. That fuckin' thing is huge!"

Leroy's left arm lay heavily across Marcia's buttocks and with his right hand he guided his thick cock up and down the crack of her ass; around her pussy, lubricating it with her flowing secretions. His words, his threats; his huge club, had actually stimulated her even more and her pussy was full of cunt juice. She could feel it leaking out, down her legs; feel it oiling Leroy's fat dickhead as he slid it over her fat cuntlips. Its very touch sent a shiver through her body. 

Pleasure and fear of the unknown mixed together as she felt him place his massive dong at the very tip of her cunt, teasing her lips. Her body twitched, then with one smooth stroke he shoved his erect cock to the hilt up her hot, searing pussy.

"Aaaaaaggggggg!" she screamed; face contorted, hands tearing at the sheets. The initial pain of penetration by Leroy's huge shaft almost caused her to blackout. Sweat broke out on her brow and she shoved the bedsheet in her mouth to keep from screaming again. Kneeling behind her, hands tight on the white mounds of her ass, she felt the muscles of his large black body bunch into knots as he strained to hold himself in check.

"Oh, shit, hot white pussy! I'm in!" he proclaimed. "That's it baby, you can take it . . . easy now, that's it. Just like your sister; just like your momma."

By sheer force of will, Marcia controlled her ragged breathing. Leroy's huge, black fuckpole was buried to the hilt in her pussy, stretching her beyond belief. Slowly, she felt a strange warm feeling begin to take hold. The pain was no longer there. His mammoth prick begin to move. The strokes became longer, and the pleasure began to grow.

"Ooooooh," she moaned, as the warm glow started to wash over her. "Oh, yesss. Fuck me, Leroy! Just like you did my mother. Oh, yeah . . . harder, harder, Leroy. That's it! Fuck!"

Leroy's cock was slick with pussyjuice and now moved easily in the lovely white chick's cunt and he could see the thick, pale-white cream clinging, slimy, to his prick. He panted harshly as her cunt spread wide and accepted him, the thick lips sliding back and forth over his shaft as he drove his dong into her. "Oh, hot pussy. I love it!"

Marcia panted, grinding her hips back into him, wanting more of his exotic blackness. She heard him laugh, then he smacked her ass and shoved his dick in hard.

"I'm cunning!" she whined. "OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!"

The big black humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until it felt like she'd faint from the intensity of her sensations and she would have collapsed if Leroy hadn't held her up by the hips.

"Now for the big one!" he huffed, pulling his cock from her dripping pussy. Droplets of cum clung to his shaft and her silken pussy hair.

"Look," Cindy whispered hoarsely to her uncle, "He's going to fuck her up the ass!"

John Cummings had seen Leroy Lincoln fuck a white asshole before; his own wife's, in fact. But this was something else; more stimulating, more erotic. These were his own nieces, and there was something more graphic, more lewd about watching this than anything he had ever seen before. His hard-on was back, and Cindy held it tightly.

Leroy ran his hand up Marcia's cunt, spreading slick cunt-juice up her asshole. Jan, now awake, Cindy, and Uncle John watched in passionate fascination as Leroy ran a finger up Marcia's asshole and pistoned rapidly as she squirmed, then suddenly yanked his finger out. Marcia jumped wildly, as if touched by live wire. Her eyes widened, and her mouth flopped open, but, so sudden was the intrusion, and its retraction, that no sound came out.

Leroy's attack on Marcia's asshole was so swift that everyone, including Marcia, was caught unaware. The surprise saved her, but she wasn't aware of it. Had her ass muscles tightened; fought back, Leroy's massive rod would have torn her apart. He had mounted her and in one swift motion, had guided his cock into her almost virgin butt, sinking it to the shank.

"Eeeeeeeeh!" Marcia yelled. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she panted, suddenly feeling the full stretch of her asshole. Her eyes bulged and her eyeballs rolled until the whites showed. She was breathing so rapidly that she almost hyper-ventilated; her body swaying with dizziness.

"Ahhhhh, yeahhhhh! I love tight ass!" Leroy hissed. Then, slowly, with great care - he knew just how big he really was - he started to move his cock up her Marcia's ravished ass. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the pain; but it didn't come. Instead, a strange, exciting feeling surged through her body engulfing her brain.

"Oh, oh, yessss! Ooooooo! Oh, God, yesssss! It's great! It's great!" she yelled. Her body squirmed backward, head flopping from side to side. Her fingers probed her cunt; she was dripping again. Swiftly, they moved over her distended clit and blinding flashes of light began to explode in her brain. She rammed two wet fingers up her sopping pussy and her hot juices dribbled down her thigh.

Jan was on her hands and knees, straining to see her sister's pleasure. She felt a sudden pressure at her asshole; turning, she saw her uncle between her legs, his tongue licking and probing her sensitive third hole. He slobbered saliva all over her orifice as the tip of his tongue penetrated her ass. Her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Ooooh, yesss, lick my asshole . . . tongue it!" Her voice was hoarse with new passion. She lowered her head and raised her ass to give her uncle greater access to her treasure. The view from between her legs; her uncle's big cock and heavy balls, made her cunt boil over with new, hot cunt-juice. She watched as his cock disappeared from view; his balls now close to her cunt. Her asshole was being stretched - slowly, cautiously. She panted as the sensations she had seen in her sister's face began to take hold of her. His cock was halfway in, his ballsac now slapped her open cunt. Automatically, she began to play with her pussy; fingering herself, stabbing her cunthole with her index finger; running it over her super-sensitive clit.

"Oh, baby-love. I've got to fuck your ass! Relax, babe, I'm almost there. Relax!"

She leaned back, impaling herself on her uncle's joy stick, remembering the sensations that Peter had first introduced her to just days - hours? - ago. Her hands moved rapidly in her cunt. She was close to climax.

Cindy knelt between her two skewered sisters; both with their asses high, impaled with thick, wonderful fuckmeat, her body shivering with desire and voyeuristic pleasures. She lived the assfucking - both of them - by watching her sisters, sharing the thrills and pleasures that crashed through their bodies and brains. She got down between them; hugging each, kissing them; lips, necks, bodies; sucking their tits; heightening their joy. Her own pleasure threatening to crash through the dam at any second. Without conscious thought, she shoved her cum-rich muff in Marcia's face, laid back and offered her swollen tits to her sister, Jan. 

Responding to their total abandonment of convention, the incestuous sisters added their younger sibling to the rutting group. Marcia's tongue spread her cuntlips apart and she sucked on Cindy's' swollen clitoris, while Jan laved the hardened nipples of her younger sister. Cindy's orgasm began the second Marcia started to suck on her clit. It triggered a chain reaction as, first, each of her sisters began to cum, followed by the ass-humping men. The screams of passion, of ejaculation, of orgasm echoed off the bedroom walls; mixing together to form a calliope of loud, disjointed groans, moans, and whimpers. As suddenly as it started, it stopped, and the exhausted quintet fell to the floor, panting.

"Mmmmmmmm. Oh, I feel so good," Marcia said.

"Me too," Jan sighed.

"I'm not talking while the flavor lasts," Cindy said and the girls giggled. John and Leroy sat on the floor, their chest heaving from the exertion of fucking two super-hot, young assholes. They smiled at each other in self- satisfaction.

"Like I said, man; you have some fine pussy in your family. Fine pussy!" Leroy's words came in gulps.

"Oh, yeah, that we do. And I didn't even know it until tonight." John looked at the girls. "What triggered this passion, anyway?"

They laughed in unison. "Your X-rated epic," Cindy said.

Marcia said: "Staring Mom and Dad; their brother and sister, and . . ."

". . . a all black supporting cast." Jan said, finishing her sister's sentence.

"You know about that? You mean all this was planned?"

"Oh, yes, very definitely," Marcia said, "And if our plan is doing well, Aunt Mary and your wife, Leroy, have, hopefully, been fucked and reamed as well as we have."

"Christ! I forgot about them. Are the guys fucking their Aunt Mary?"

"Of course," Jan said in a tolerant voice.

"What's the purpose?" her uncle persisted.

"Who gives a big rat's ass, John. They fuck like aces. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

Jan leaned over and kissed her uncle, lightly, on the lips; her hand caressed his flaccid cock. "Don't worry, Uncle John," she said, "we'll explain everything in good time."

"Yeah," Cindy said, "like right after I get Leroy's big dick in my cunt and ass."

"And after I get to fuck my mother's brother," Marcia said with a excited glow in her eyes. Jan waved her hand in the air. "Don't forget about me."

The two men looked at each other, then at the three lovely, very horny, young women. "Oh, shit!" they said together.

***

Much later, when the sated quintet returned to the living room only Greg was up and on his feet. He was standing at the bar having a drink and he looked like he needed it. Marcia walked to him, careful not to step on any of the bodies laying on the floor. "Hi, honey," she said, hugging him. "How do you feel?"

He held her tight, feeling the warmth of her naked body against his. The smell of sex permeated her skin, like a heady perfume. He kissed her, first lightly, then with more force and desire. "Hi, yourself," he said with a smile. "I missed you, believe it or not. And I probably feel about the same as you do."

"That good?" She laughed and looked around the room. Leroy had Marcy up and leaning against him. John was assisting his wife.

"Looks like you guys had a good time - a real good time," Jan said from the sofa. She was prodding Peter's limp cock with her bare toe. Everyone was naked.

"It was a draw," Greg said. "And we were damn glad to get it. Those two ladies can fuck!"

"Com'on," Marcia said, tugging Greg by the hand, "sit down. You look like you're ready to fall."

"Thanks heaps," he said.

"Oh, Christ!" Peter said with a yawn, "I am definitely pussywhipped. Where did you learn to fuck like that, Aunt Mary?"

Mary was sitting in an armchair, rubbing a cold washcloth over her warm body. Cum spots were still evident on her face, and in her hair. When she smiled, as she did now, you could tell that Mike Brady was her brother. The smile was the same. 

"I'll take that as a compliment, Peter; but to tell you the truth, I'm a late bloomer. Of course, the way things are turning out, I'm not complaining. I have been thoroughly screwed, blued, and tattooed, tonight. Now would someone kindly tell me what's going on here?"

"We were fucking," Cindy said in all innocence.

"Before we tell you our part, we'd like to know how everything started between you all and Mom and Dad."

Mary looked at her husband for guidance. He shrugged. "That was a fortunate accident! A couple of years ago we, that is, your parents, John and I, went to Lake Tahoe for the weekend. We had connecting rooms at the hotel. That night we danced 'til the wee hours, and were pretty high, too, so we just fell into the first bed that was handy. Only, somehow, John was with his sister and I was with my brother.

"Chalk it up to the drinks, the atmosphere, whatever; sometime during the night we all got horny and wound up fucking each other."

"Did you know you were fucking your own brother?" Jan asked.

"Oh, no, I didn't. It was dark in the room. John wasn't aware of who he had in bed, either."

"That's right," their uncle said. "Carol and Mary are built pretty much the same."

"Yes, we are," Mary said, continuing her story, "but that night was different. It was like being first married again. We just tried to screw each other to death. It was really super-charged night of sex.

"We all woke up when the phone rang the next morning and we realized what happened. Well, I can tell you, we were four nut cases. Carol and I cried; the guys paced the floor. They didn't know whether to punch each other in the mouth or ... or what. It really was a mess."

"How did you settle it? How did you all get together?" Peter asked in his best attorney manner.

"Well, we each went off in different directions. When we got back we had a bottle sent up and we started talking seriously. After a couple of drinks, we started to tell the truth. We were horny again! Sex with my brother; John with his sister, was the thing that made us horny again. We'd been in a rut. And the truth of the matter was, secretly I'd always wanted to fuck Mike, even when I was a young girl; and Carol had always wanted to fuck her brother, too. We were naturally close to each other and he had been my first secret love.

"The guys finally admitted that they used to peek at us taking baths; Carol and I did the same thing. It just seemed that brothers and sisters are sexually attracted to each other but convention forces that sexuality to the back of the mind, but it's always there. We found that out. So, what we did was to admit the truth. We had enjoyed ourselves and, more importantly, we wanted to do it again.

"And we did. This time in the same room, and in the same bed!" Mary Brady Cummings leaned forward, hands together in her lap. She looked at her nephews and nieces; meeting the eye of each. "Want to know something funny? When I was fucking my brother, and watching John fuck his sister, I never felt move love towards him then I did at that moment."

Marcia looked at Greg. "I know what you mean, I really do. I felt close to Greg when Uncle John was fucking me; I didn't feel like I was cheating on him."

Mary smiled at her. She held her husband's hand and looked up at him, her eyes full of love. "What we found out; what your parents found out, was that sex was a great stimulation, a constant source of pleasure. Sharing it with others didn't detract from the love you had for one particular person."

"Amen to that," Leroy said, and held his wife, Marcy closer. "I think my wife has the sweetest, the workingest pussy in the world. I love watching her fuck. She can make rocks cum."

Peter raised his hand. "Shit, I'll swear to that."

And the Brady bunch laughed and hugged.

And they loved.

***

Mike and Carol Brady did not arrive home until late Monday evening. The house was empty, their children gone.

"Well," Carol said, her voice forlorn, "so much for our family anniversary party. They're gone."

"Yeah," her husband said gruffly. He didn't admit it, but, he too, had looked forward to the reunion. To make matter worse, the trip to Sacremento had been a bust. The building had not needed design modifications, Scivone had been running scared and just wanted to play the big man at their expense. They had spent almost three days in a constant yelling match until, at last, Scivone had relented, admitting he had made a mistake. Reluctantly, he apologized.

"Stick your apology up your ass! You're going to choke when you get our bill," Mike had yelled at him. They were home now, emotionally exhausted; their hard won victory over Scivone a sour taste in their mouths. All their personal plans had been ruined.

"Oh, look, Mike, a note from the kids," Carol said picking up an envelope marked: To Mom and Dad. She tore it open.

"What do they say?"

"I . . . don't understand, look at this," she said thrusting the note to him.

'Dear Mom and Dad,' he read, 'we've gone home to get our things in order. With luck, we'll all be back within a week or two. Then we'll have a real party. By the way, we left you a little something to remember us by. It's in the den.'

"I guess they're coming back; probably want to give us the anniversary party we missed. I think that's great."

"But arranging for them to get here for this weekend took weeks. And what do they mean by 'getting our things in order.' What things?"

"Carol, you're asking the wrong person. There's the phone, give Marcia a call. She's the one who wrote the note. Hey, lets see what they left for us."

"I don't see anything," Carol said looking around the den.

"Neither do I . . . wait a sec, there's a note on the VCR." He picked up the piece of paper. 'Just hit the PLAY button,' it said. Carol looked at her husband, a strange sinking feeling in her chest. "Mike, you did hide that tape, didn't you?"

"Of course, I did," he said punching the PLAY button. The screen whirred and the picture took focus. John and Mary Cummings stood by the pool, arm in arm, fully dressed, waving at the camera. Carol sighed in relief. The scene shifted to the den; to a close up of Marcia and Mary faces; their heads were together, smiling. Carol thought they looked flushed, excited; and they seem to be straining to control their breathing.