Introduction

Thanks go to my friend and mentor Neverlander, without whom this story would never have been posted “naked and unashamed” for the enjoyment of those who enjoy this particular (and somewhat esoteric) branch of the erotica tree. Anyone familiar with Neverlander’s work will immediately notice that I've unabashedly availed myself of his ideas, style and graphic imagery but, as Sam Seaborn once said, "Good writers borrow ideas from other writers; great ones steal them outright." and I aspire to one day be a good writer.

Thanks also to Eve, Maureen and Florence whose characters of Jan, Marcia and Carol Brady have starred in my late night imaginings, off and on, for pretty much all of my adult life!

The usual caveats apply: No Bradys were harmed during the writing of this story; don't try this at home, kids and don't waste your time flaming - if you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, then you're far more dangerous than I.

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A Very Brady Boner

(As broadcast Sept. 1972 on Soft Core Cable Television…. I wish!)

By The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

(Preteen, tease, mast)

Act One

In which Jan discovers the drawbacks of hand-me-down fashion accessories and
Peter gets a tongue-lashing from Marcia.

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"You'll have to go, Jan, I have cheerleading practice after school and both Greg and Peter have a football game." Marcia held the wad of bills out towards her younger sister.

'Cheerleading practice!' thought Jan grumpily. 'She never misses a chance to rub it in that I didn't make the cheerleading squad!'

Marcia continued. "All you have to do is pay for the tray and tell them to engrave 'Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad from Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy'.                                                                     

The $180 in Marcia's hand represented the accumulated efforts of all six kids - months of babysitting, lemonade sales, lawn-mowing and other odd jobs throughout the neighborhood and Jan was a little nervous about being responsible for it. The six Brady kids had found a beautiful silver tray that they wanted to give to their parents for their third anniversary and which had plenty of room to have all their names engraved. By default, it seemed that Jan would be the one to make the actual purchase.

"O.K.," said the little blonde, "I'll get off the school bus at the mall and go to the jewellery store after school." She took the money from Marcia and pushed it into her overstuffed purse. 'I'll just have to be extra careful with it,' she thought to herself.

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The next day, Peter Brady was out the school door before the bell had stopped ringing and he humped to get home. He wanted to get there before Marcia. The constantly horny teenager had discovered that by crouching at the foot of the steps, he could look up his older sister's skirt while she climbed the stairs to her bedroom to drop off her books. The peeks at her panties and long, nylon encased legs as she climbed the steps invariably sent him immediately to the bathroom where he would stroke and pump his cock to a teeth-grinding orgasm.

He rushed through the kitchen with a perfunctory wave and a 'Hi, I'm home!' to his mother and Alice their housekeeper who were peeling carrots in the kitchen. He dumped his books on the living room couch and moved to where he could see through the patio doors into the back yard. With one eye on the kitchen door and the other watching for Marcia's arrival, he rubbed the outside of his pants where his cock began to rise in anticipation.

There she was! A short green miniskirt with a yellow blouse, her straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders. As always, she was wearing pantyhose; Jan still wore knee-socks to school but Marcia had started wearing nylons at the start of this year and looking at her legs made Peter just go weak! He liked Jan; she could certainly get him hard whenever she wore one of her really short dresses or carelessly sat in such a way that he caught a glimpse of her panties and even little Cindy could get him excited, but it was Marcia who starred in his masturbatory fantasies every night. He ducked behind the door of his father's study where he could just see the first step of the stairway and waited.

Marcia walked into the kitchen and greeted her mother.

"Hi Mom. Hi Alice. Anybody home yet?"

"Hi Honey. Just Peter," replied Carol, "he arrived a couple of minutes ago."

Marcia inwardly rolled her eyes. Of course he had! He needed time to hide near the bottom of the stairs. She was pretty sure that Peter was peeking up her skirt after school - the last few weeks he always seemed to be at the bottom of the steps when she was about half-way up; it was too much of a co-incidence!

"Going to do my homework, Mom." she said. As she crossed the living room, she saw that the door to her father's office was slightly ajar. 'I'll get him this time!' she thought to herself angrily.

Peter watched Marcia's foot stop briefly on the bottom step before disappearing. He counted four seconds, then silently crouched down and moved to where he could see around the corner of the stairwell. Perfect! Marcia was half-way up the stairs and he had a clear look up her skirt. He had a completely unobstructed view of her nyloned legs and light green panties under the sheer pantyhose. He watched the movement of her thighs and the flexing of her gorgeous ass while rubbing his crotch. She slowed her ascent slightly and Peter thought excitedly that he might get an extra few seconds thrill while she adjusted her books or something, but instead she spun around and saw him. 

"Peter! You pervert!" she cried, "Mom! MOM! Peter is looking up my skirt!"

Busted!!! Peter stood up straight and backed away from the stairs. "I was NOT! I was tying my shoelace!"

"Sure you were, you little perv," sneered Marcia, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Keep your eyes where they belong. MOM!"

Carol came through from the kitchen, drying her hands on her apron. "What's going on here? What's all the noise about?"

"Peter was trying to look up my skirt, Mom. I caught him bending over at the bottom of the stairs peeking at me!" Marcia looked at Peter accusingly.
                                                                                  
"I was not, Mom! Honest! I was just tying my shoelace!" Peter's voice had a note of desperate innocence and his face was starting to flush red.

"You two behave yourselves!" ordered Carol, "and Peter, tie your shoelaces somewhere other than at the foot of the stairs!" She returned to the carrots, thinking about the potential problems which were just around the corner. All the kids were getting to the age where their hormones were starting to bubble and fizz; no doubt there would soon be more fires to extinguish. 

Peter looked up at Marcia but kept his eyes on hers.

"Freak!" spat Marcia. She turned on her heel and continued up to her room. Although the exchange had been heated, it had been not altogether unpleasant. Marcia enjoyed the attentions of boys and men - indeed, she deliberately dressed so they would look at her so it was not completely unexpected that her step-brothers would check her out. Peter had been a little too overt, that's all, and had needed to be put in his place.

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While Marcia was giving Peter both a hard-on and a piece of her mind, Jan was looking attentively out of the window as the school bus wound its way through the suburbs. She wanted to be sure she got off at the stop nearest the mall and this part of town was strange to her. The number 26 bus stopped at the mall, though, and as long as she caught it going in the right direction, it would deposit her on the corner of her street after her errand was complete. Recently turned eleven, Jan was used to being in the company of her parents or her older siblings Marcia and Greg, and she was a little intimidated by the hustle and bustle in the commercial area of the city.

She got off the bus and walked the half block to the mall entrance. Walking between the stores, she was aware of the glances which fell her way from passing boys - and even grown men. She was a pretty little thing with long blonde hair which fell straight almost to her tiny waist, slim legs fetchingly exposed by a short checkered skirt which showed a good eight inches or so of her pale thighs and small developing breasts which were just starting to push against the white blouse and blue vest she wore. The glances of appreciation and occasional undisguised stare made her feel good; she pulled her shoulders further back to accentuate the gentle swell of her breasts.

She found the jewellery store and walked confidently up to the counter.

"Can I help you, young lady?" The older man behind the counter smiled at his petite customer.

"Yes, please. I'd like to buy that silver tray" she pointed behind him to the ornate silver tray on the shelf behind the counter "and have it engraved."

"I see." replied the clerk. He turned to retrieve the tray and placed it on a light blue cloth for her inspection. "Is this the one?"

"Yes, please. The inscription should read ''Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad from Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy'".

The man wrote it all down on his pad and made a calculation.

"Very well young lady, that would be one hundred and seventy-six dollars and ninety cents. The engraving will take  a few hours - you could pick it up tomorrow."

"That will be fine, thank you." replied Jan. Opening her purse to pay the clerk, she dug through the junk that eleven year old girls carry in their purses, looking for the money. She found five twenty dollar bills, but although she dug right to the bottom, could not find the rest. She placed the bills on the counter and with an increasing feeling of dread dumped out the entire contents.

"I know it's in here - I just KNOW it!" Jan spread the various items around looking for the missing twenties but there were none. The money was gone. "Ohhhh, NO!!" The little girl's voice cracked with despair.

"This might be your problem," remarked the clerk, picking up her purse and pushing his finger through a large hole in the bottom corner. Marcia had given her the purse after receiving a new one for her birthday and it had obviously been more worn out than it looked. Jan's blue eyes widened and then filled with tears.

"Oh, No! What am I going to do? This plate was to be a present for my parents!" 

The clerk shook his head sympathetically but behind his thick glasses, his mind was racing. He was one of the grown men who, like those who had looked her over in the mall, ‘appreciated’ little girls and he had given her a thorough appraisal as she stood before him. He had watched the little blonde as she approached his store, admiring the way she walked and the slimness of her long legs in the short skirt and clean white knee-socks. Beautiful, innocent and now in distress. He didn't take long to make his decision. It was worth a try - if there was any trouble, he could always claim that he had known nothing about the Agency’s operation.

"Well, dear, one hundred dollars would allow me to do the engraving and hold the tray until tomorrow. You can pay the balance when you pick it up."

Jan's lips quivered. "I can't get that much money by then - or maybe ever! It took my brothers and sisters months to make that much!". She dissolved into quiet sobs, scooping her possessions into a pile on the counter. "Can I have a bag to put my stuff in?"

"Certainly, dear, certainly." He produced a small plastic bag and gave it to the distraught girl. She moved the comb, brush, a diary, a pack of Kleenex, a few sticks of gum and a change purse into the bag. "You know, it might be possible for you to earn the money yourself."
                                                                               
"Eighty dollars?" Jan was unconvinced. "The only money I can make is fifty cents an hour when I babysit. Eighty dollars would take years!" She sniffled dejectedly,

"A pretty girl like you? I'm sure you could make a lot more than that! Have you ever done any modeling? That pays a lot of money."

"You mean like for catalogues and magazines and stuff?" She wiped her nose with a tissue from the plastic bag. "Where could I find a job like that?" 

"As a matter of fact, I know an agency which is looking for pretty girls like you who do modeling. They are shooting photographs advertising toys and clothes right now and I'm sure you would be perfect."

Indeed, the clerk did know of a modeling agency - one which published magazines with titles like 'Naughty Nymphets', 'Teenage Temptresses' and 'Preteen Teasers'. The agency kept him supplied with 'no-nude' kiddy tease magazines in return for his referrals. It excited him to think that if all went well, in a month or so he might see a layout featuring this gorgeous little blonde showing off her panties for his masturbation pleasure!

Jan wasn't sure what to do. Marcia and Greg would be so mad at her and they'd have nothing to give their parents on their anniversary. Maybe it would be O.K. to see what modeling was like.

The clerk could see her indecision. "Look," he said, "their office is just at the end of the mall. Down the corridor near the washrooms. Why don't you go and talk to them. I'll let them know you're coming to see them and I'll keep the tray for you until tomorrow."

Jan picked up the plastic bag with her belongings. "O.K., I guess so. I don't know what else to do... Thank you." She sounded heartbroken and the clerk smiled inside.

As she left the store, the clerk picked up the telephone and hit the speed dial.

"Fashion Models. May I help you?"

"Mary, it’s me, Mervyn. I've sent another one your way."

"O.K. If she works out, there are a couple of issues of 'Pouting Preteens' and some out-takes from last month's shoots for you."

"Fine, but I want a bit more for this one. She's something special and if she goes for it, I want to watch the session through the 2-way."
	
"You fuckin' pervert! Bring your own tissues. I'll call you if she's game." Mary hung up.

Mervyn had a major hard-on as he replaced the receiver and returned to work.

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Act Two

In which Jan has to make a difficult decision.

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Jan turned down the corridor at the end of the mall and found the door marked "Fashion Models Inc." Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle. Inside, the office was small and comfortable with thick carpeting, a sofa, a coffee table and a desk occupied by a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman who immediately reminded Jan of their housekeeper, Alice. There were two doors behind the desk and a chair in front. The woman rose to meet her.

"Hi there. I understand you might like to do some modeling. My name is Mary - why don't you sit down?"

"Hello," said Jan, "I.... I... guess so. I don't know, really. My name is Jan Brady" She sat in the chair in front of Mary's desk, her head lowered shyly.

Mary had a solo operation, doing the photography, marketing and circulation duties herself. Being a woman often allowed her to push the models to pose in ways which might be resisted if suggested by a man and besides, it allowed her to indulge her liking for smooth young girls. Men were hard and hairy, women were softer but still hairy; kids like this were beautiful and smooth as silk. Wishing to avoid prosecution and jail, she avoided sexual contact with her models, but she certainly enjoyed photographing their youthful softness and developing bodies. And there was money to be made in the business; the circulation numbers for her preteen tease magazines were increasing with every issue as pedophiles discovered that they no longer had to frequent schoolyards and playgrounds to get their fixes of little girl panties.

Mary looked Jan up and down. The perv had been right - she was something special. If she could be talked into posing for the magazine, that innocent look, her long legs and tiny tits would have her readers cumming their cookies in no time!

"So Jan," Mary began, "we need a pretty little girl for the next issue of one of our magazines and you look like just the sort of model we're looking for right now." Jan lifted her head and her eyes lit up. "We can offer pay rates of ten dollars an hour, twenty-five dollars an hour and one hundred dollars an hour depending upon the assignment."

Jan was stunned! Even ten dollars would take a month of babysitting and here she could earn that in one hour! One hundred dollars an hour was beyond her imagination!

"And all you want to do is take photographs of me?" she asked incredulously. "What kind of assignments are they? Why is there such a difference in money?

Mary smiled. "Well, Honey, the easiest thing is for me to show you." She opened a drawer, removed a thick binder and passed it across to Jan. "The first section is photographs for which the models were paid ten dollars an hour. The second section twenty-five dollars and the third section, one hundred dollars. We select the photographs for our magazines from all three sections. Why don't you take a look at them and let me know what you think? I'll just go and have a cup of coffee and let you look through the pictures."

Mary stood up and went through one of the doors behind the desk. Jan slid the binder onto her lap and opened it to the first section.

She leafed through the pages. The pictures were all of young girls about her own age although some were as old as Marcia and others younger than Cindy. They were all very cute and wore pretty dresses, skirts or shorts. They posed primly sitting on couches or chairs, standing facing the camera or looking back over their shoulders at the lens. They smiled warmly and seemed quite comfortable with the camera. Jan turned the separator for section 2.

These were pictures of the same girls in much the same clothes, but now there was a difference. Where section one might have a girl sitting primly in a chair with her hands clasped in her lap, the picture in this section had her leaning back in the chair with her legs crossed and holding her dress higher up her thigh. There were pictures of the girls sitting on the couch but with their knees apart and Jan could see flashes of their panties under their dresses. Some of them were lying on the couch with their feet drawn up, their skirts having slid up to the tops of their thighs. All of the girls in skirts or dresses were showing off their legs and in all of them Jan could see just a little of their panties. Sometimes it looked as if their dresses had accidentally slid up their thighs; in others the girls were deliberately holding them up until just a hint of their panties could be seen. The girls wearing shorts now sat with their legs spread apart and some other models were on their hands and knees pushing their bums out to the camera. The girls still smiled, but now some of them made little kissing motions with their lips or stuck their tongues out at the camera.

Jan snapped the book shut. She could feel the heat of embarrassement rise in her cheeks and she didn't know what to think. As long as she could remember, her Mom had told her to make sure she kept her skirt down, to always sit with her knees together and to never, ever allow anyone to see her underpants! And here were girls, just like her, letting themselves be photographed doing exactly that! She was truly shocked, but even more surprised to feel a slight tingling in her tummy - or just below her tummy, really. It was the same thrill she had felt the time she had discovered her brother Peter had hidden around the corner so he could look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs to her room. She had yelled at him, but the tingle inside had felt really nice. She found herself wondering what might be in section 3......

With trembling hands, the little girl opened the binder to section 3. One hundred dollars an hour! The first girl lay on her back on the couch, her dress up around her waist and her legs in the air. She was about 8 years old and looked at the camera through eyes that were half closed; a small frown creasing her forehead as if she was concerned about the viewer. Her panties were white with small hearts and they were completely exposed. Jan drew in a breath and turned the page.

Another girl, this one her own age, stood facing the camera holding the hem of her dress above her waist with both hands. Her head was tilted back slightly and she was licking her lips. Her panties were light blue. The next page showed a girl on hands and knees, her bum towards the camera. Her dress had been pulled up and lay bunched on her back. She looked back at the camera with a teasing smile. These girls knew they were being naughty - that they were being paid to show off their underwear to whoever was looking at those pictures. "Now why would anyone want to look at pictures like that?" thought Jan. "Unless they..." 

She thought back to a conversation she'd had a few months ago with Marcia and her friend Kathy one night in their bedroom. They had been talking about boys and Kathy had said that she'd caught her brother 'jerking off' to a dirty magazine. Marcia had laughed and said she didn't think her brothers did that but Kathy said that they probably did - Greg and Peter anyway. She said that all guys like to have orgasms and if they can't get a girl to give them one, they'll do it themselves by jerking off.

"What's 'jerking off?"  Jan had asked. She'd never heard of it before. The two older girls looked at each other and giggled, but then Kathy had explained that if a boy squeezed and stroked his penis, it would get big and hard and feel really, really good. After doing it for a while it would squirt out a thick, white liquid called semen. She told Jan that she would learn about it next year in Health class. Playing with their cocks and making themselves cum was called 'jerking off'. Kathy had added that looking at pictures of girls while they did it made it feel even better! 

"Is that what these pictures are for?" Jan thought to herself, "for guys to look at while they jerk off? But they're only little girls!" She could think of no other reason for pictures like these, though, so it had to be that!

The little blonde leafed through the remaining pages with increasing wonder and disbelief. All of the girls were exposing themselves with no shame at all! Legs spread wide, skirts and dresses raised high; panties pulled tight over rounded bums and barely covered virginal mounds; bubble-butts pushed obscenely out towards the camera. A few had dark eyeshadow and bright red lipstick on their faces and those pictures made Jan giggle - it looked so strange on a little girl. One picture was just the heavily made-up face of an eight year old, her tongue licking her shiny upper lip with an exaggerated expression. None of the girls were naked and that was good - there was no way Jan would ever let anyone take a picture of her naked - but they all exposed their tight panties or pulled their tops down tightly over their budding breasts which was almost the same; the outline of their pussy lips or rosebud nipples pushing the material left little to the imagination. One of the girls had removed her blouse and posed in her sheer little training bra, hunching her shoulders forward to accentuate the soft swelling breast-flesh visible in her tiny cleavage. The looks on all their faces made it clear that these girls were deliberately trying to excite the men looking at them; teasing them, making them have erections and urging them to have an orgasm. Jan struggled to remember the word...., m..., mas...., masturbate! That was it. These pictures must be in magazines for men to look at while they were masturbating!

Jan closed the binder and returned it to the desk. Her mind whirled! These were incredible - there was no way she could do that kind of stuff! But 100 dollars for an hour! She could replace the lost money easily and still have lots left over! But could she really let someone take pictures of her lifting up her skirt??? No. No way! Well....,maybe...., No!! The tingle inside made it hard for Jan to think straight - it had been getting stronger and stronger as she leafed through section 3.

Mary had been watching through a peephole in the door the whole time and she let Jan sit and think for a minute or two before returning to the office.

"Well, Jan, what do you think?” she asked as she returned to her desk. “Would you like to be in one of our magazines?

"I..., I...., I don't know!” Jan’s voice caught in her throat. “I could do pictures like section 1...., maybe even section 2, " she blushed. "But section 3...." Her voice trailed off. "Aren't they illegal? I thought you could go to jail for taking pictures of kids like that!"

"Absolutely not!" Mary replied firmly. "There's no nudity or sex - after all, you show much more when you go to the beach or swimming at the pool. If you tell your parents about this and they were to call the police, nothing will happen because it is all perfectly legal."

"No, I wouldn't tell anyone I was doing it." she said quietly, thinking about the lost money. "No-one needs to know. It’s not against the law? For sure?"

"For sure!" Mary confirmed. "You don't have to do any section 3 pictures if you don't want to, Jan. Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money for one hour's work. Or even ten. Whatever you want, Honey, its up to you."

Jan's brain was spinning with what she'd seen and heard. She really needed to pay for the silver tray, no-one would know and it was all legal. But to show off her panties to masturbating men???

"I need to think about it," she said finally. "Can I call you later?" 

Mary smiled at her. When they thought about it for more than thirty seconds, they almost always went through with it. It was as good as done!

"No need to call, Honey. I'll book you an appointment for tomorrow at 4, right after school. If you come, we'll do a session, if not, then that's O.K. too. There are quite a few other girls willing to work for a hundred dollars an hour. Have a good day, Jan."

Jan stood slowly and left the office. As she was climbing onto the number 26 bus, the telephone rang in the jewellery store.

"Heart of Gold Jewellery."

"It’s Mary. She'll be here tomorrow at 4. Be here by 3:30 or you'll miss the show." Click.

Mervyn smiled and called his colleague. "You'll have to work tomorrow afternoon, Gus. I'm taking a half day off.

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Jan was quiet that evening, preoccupied with the events of the afternoon. Marcia had quizzed her on the plate and she had replied that it was all taken care of - she would pick it up tomorrow. Tomorrow! She had to be at Fashion Models after school!

"Mom, I've been invited to Laura's for dinner tomorrow, O.K? I'll go home with her on the school bus?"

Carol Brady was in the kitchen baking cookies with Alice. "Sure, Jan. Just make sure you're home before it gets dark."

Jan lay in bed that night listening to Cindy's slow, regular breathing and Marcia's faint snore. She couldn't sleep. She thought about the photographs she had seen and what she would have to do to earn the $100. As she thought how it might feel to tease the unseen men with her young body, the tingle began once again in the pit of her stomach. She stared at the dark ceiling and thought of the men who would be stroking their cocks to her teasing, what they would look like as their hands worked on their penises, pounding up and down, up and down, masturbating as she showed them her panties. Grown men moaning with need as she bent over for them, pulling her panties tight against her bum or spreading her bare legs wide apart or showing them her pretty little boobies in the training bra with the daisies. The tingle got stronger and stronger and although she tried to make it go away by squeezing a pillow between her legs, it didn't help. It was not until well after midnight that little Jan Brady finally fell into an exhausted sleep, her decision finally made.

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Act Three

In which Merv the Perv gets an eyeful and
Jan makes a new friend.

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The next morning, Jan searched her closet for an outfit she could wear both to school and later for the photo session. Although some of the pictures she'd seen in the binder had the girls wearing sexy lingerie or tight micro-miniskirts, most of them had been wearing everyday street clothes. The skirts and dresses had all been short, but most of Jan's wardrobe consisted of short skirts and dresses - which although she was totally ignorant of the fact, caused both of her older brothers no small distress. She finally settled on a neat chocolate brown skirt and vest which she wore over a crisp checked blouse with a red scarf. She pulled on a pair of new pink nylon bikini panties and sat down to put on her socks and shoes. She ate breakfast with the mob, grabbed her lunch and with a good-bye kiss for her mother headed off to school with her brothers and sisters.

The day passed quickly. Jan's head wasn't into studying; she was thinking about the upcoming photo session and the $100. Once again, she disembarked from the school bus at the mall and found her way to the door marked "Fashion Models".

Merv the Perv from the jewellery store had arrived half an hour earlier. Mary had unlocked the room and left him to settle himself close to the two-way mirror. "What a pervert" she thought, "jerking off to little girls." Still, whatever drove him also drove countless other men and was what paid her bills, so she accepted it with a studied nonchalance and went back to her desk.

Twenty minutes later, there was a timid knock at the door and Jan entered.

"Hello, Jan! I'm glad you decided to come. My! What a pretty outfit! You look just wonderful! Here, sit down while I finish the paperwork. Mary passed a pen and a form filled with long legal words across the desk. "Just sign here and we'll get started.

Jan looked at the form for a few seconds, still unsure if she could - or should - go through with this. Mary quickly opened another drawer and took out a gray cash box from which she counted out five twenty dollar bills. "I'll just attach these to your copy of the form after you sign, Honey."

Taking a deep breath, Jan signed her name to the bottom line and passed it back to Mary. Her girlish, loopy signature looked incongruous beside the typewritten legalese. Mary tore off the bottom copy, clipped the money to the top and handed it back to Jan. "There you go, dear. Now why don't we go back to the studio and get started?"

Jan stuffed the money and the form into her new purse then followed Mary through the right hand door into the studio. It was a small well-lit room containing a single bed, an easy chair and a sofa. Camera equipment was arranged on a table by the door and silver umbrella-shaped reflectors directed light into the center of the room. A large mirror was built into the left hand wall.

"I'll just be a moment, dear." said Mary as she picked up the camera and loaded it with film. She started arranging the lights and reflectors and Jan searched in her purse for her hairbrush. Standing in front of the mirror in the wall, she pulled the brush through her white-blonde tresses then reached back to re-tie the long red silk hair-ribbon at the back of her head. The movement pushed her tiny tits out fetchingly.

Unbeknownst to Jan Brady, Merv the Perv was sitting just a few feet away with his hand in his pants. He stroked himself slowly while watching Jan brush her hair. She turned left, then right, examining her reflection in the glass. Putting away the hairbrush, she selected a tube of transparent gloss which she began to apply to her lips. Once they were slick and shiny, she leaned closer to the mirror and made a little kissing motion at her reflection - and at Merv. He toyed with the head of his swollen penis, watching her.

'Those girls had all sorts of sexy expressions on their faces.' thought Jan. She moved closer to the glass, let her eyelids droop and ran the tip of her pink tongue across her upper lip. Merv's breathing became deeper and faster and he fumbled with the belt of his jeans - he needed to free his already hard cock to give it the attention this little cockteaser warranted. It seemed as if she were looking directly into his eyes! Jan tilted her head back and licked her lips again, this time following it with an expression of concern; forming her slick lips into an exaggerated 'Ooooooh!'. She tried to smile sexily, but she thought she looked a little silly - like a little girl pretending to be a really hot woman - which was, of course, exactly what she was. She watched herself in the mirror, pursed her shiny lips and made a few more kissing motions. 'Still looks silly,' she thought, 'maybe if I do it a little more slowly, more deliberately.' She tried a few more pouting kisses then licked her lips again. Only a foot on the other side of the glass, Mervyn fisted his rigid cock with a steady rythmic stroking.

She thought of her older sister and how she might look if she was trying to turn on men. Marcia always seemed to have a string of boys following her - she had a permanent pouting come-on look that just excited men and boys without even trying. Jan could see the stares that Marcia got from the male teachers and the boys at school as she flounced along the corridors in her mini dresses and pantyhose. It wasn't fair! It was always the same; Marcia is the prettier, Marcia is the smarter, Marcia has another boyfriend, Marcia this, Marcia that, Marcia, Marcia, MARCIA!! Well, Mary had said that Jan was the kind of girl she was looking for - so she could do it too; she could get men excited! She fired a look at the mirror which showed what she hoped was a combination of mock concern and contempt for the men whom she would soon be driving to masturbation and ran her tongue over both lips one last time. Not bad, she thought.

Not bad?!? Jan's last look had hit Merv with a jolt that almost pushed him to the point of no return! What a tease! He forced himself to release his turgid prick and took a swig of the beer he'd brought with him. Let the show begin!

"O.K., Jan, let's get going. Just stand here, in front of this couch, and clasp your hands in front of you." Mary brought the viewfinder to her eye. flash. "Turn a little sideways, dear." flash "Now the other way. That's right." flash. "Back to me and look over your shoulder, Honey. Pretty smile." flash. Jan followed Mary's instructions and the photographs were indeed good. A lovely little blonde schoolgirl with a beautiful smile. She threw her purse over her shoulder; flash, bent forward with her hands on her knees, flash. One hand on her hip, flash. One knee bent on the arm of the sofa, flash. Mary took a few photographs with Jan sitting on the edge of the sofa with her knees together then lowered the camera.

"Those are beautiful, Jan! We can take a few more like that and you can just give me back the extra $90, or would you like to take some pictures for section 2 of the binder, Hmmm?"

'This isn't so bad,' Jan thought to herself, 'I can show more than this....'

"All right, Mary," she replied, "I'll try some like that."

"Wonderful, dear! Now cross your legs and slide the hem of that pretty skirt up to show off your thigh." Mervyn now sat up straight and resumed the manipulation of his cock. flash.

"Higher, Jan, Let's give them a glimpse of your pretty panties." flash. "Cross your legs the other way.... that's it. Keep that hem up high... Good!" flash. "Now sit straight and open your legs just a bit - let those dirty old men have a peek at your panties. Oops! Not so much, Jan, just a peek. Right!" flash.

Mary had Jan lie back on the couch and raise her knees which gave a nice view of the backs of the girl's thighs with just a tiny sliver of pink nylon visible between them. She coaxed Jan through pose after pose which exposed just a little of her preteen charms, but enough to excite the buyers of the magazine and keep them turning the pages for more of the little blonde.

Exposing her panties made Jan blush, but she followed Mary's instructions. She was flooded with a sense of immodesty - showing off like this was so naughty - Mom and Dad would kill her if they knew - but the idea that she was exciting strange men, getting them turned on and feeling all hot gave her an exhilirating feeling. A feeling, she was starting to admit to herself, that she really liked. Mary had her stand facing the camera and look shyly at the lens while raising the side of her brown skirt, flash, then she put down the camera.

"Well, Jan," she said, "those were very good! Now, how do you feel about posing for Section 3 of the binder?

Jan pressed her lips together. Her entire body was tingling as never before and her mind was filled with images of men and boys masturbating to pictures of her. She placed her black Mary Janes about two feet apart, took the hem of her skirt in both hands and lifted it to her waist. "Go ahead!" she said excitedly, "I hope this makes those guys crazy!"

"That's my girl," urged Mary, "make them really want you! flash. Turn around and bend over. That's it! Keep your skirt up!" flash. "O.K., Honey, sit on the floor with your back against the couch. Now draw up your knees,” flash. “And let them fall to the side. flash. This caused the pink nylon of Jan’s panties to stretch tightly across her pussy and she was acutely aware that her crotch was totally exposed. She felt a strong rush of excitement and pursed her lips in a lascivious pout. flash

“That’s great, Jan. Now why don’t you go over to the bed, lie on your back and put your lovely long legs high in the air?”

Mervyn was flushed, sweating and well on the way to orgasm. The pretty little blonde who had seemed so helpless yesterday in his shop was doing exactly what he’d imagined when he first saw her. Her blatent showing off had his cock throbbing and dribbling as he fisted it - his attempts at making it last failing miserably as he succumbed to Jan’s lurid tease. She was awesome, with her long slim legs, cute face and white blonde hair. So innocent yet, when holding up her skirt and pouting, so damned slutty! Mervyn could feel the approach of his orgasm deep in his balls.

Jan followed Mary’s instructions and posed in increasingly lewd positions. With each flash of the camera, she felt a jolt of high-voltage sexual energy which fueled the next pose. She licked her lips often – partially because the heat in her body made them dry and partially because she thought it would arouse the men even further. She rolled over on the bed, lowered her shoulders to the mattress and pushed her tiny tight ass up in the air, wiggling it from side to side flash. “I bet that makes some of those perverted old guys have an orgasm!” she thought as she spread her knees wide, arched her back and looked back over her shoulder at Mary’s lens. flash. 

Mary shot two more rolls of film as Jan Brady cavorted on the bed. Her skirt was rarely below her waist as she twisted and stretched into positions which showed off her nylon-covered pussy to the best advantage. ‘Look at me, you perverts! Am I making you hot? Am I making you jerk yourselves off?’ she thought as she exposed herself shamelessly, pulling her knees wide apart and pumping her hips at the camera. It was this image, with Jan on her back, legs spread wide and her hands holding her hips off the mattress that pushed Merv the Perv over the edge. She had turned her head towards the mirror to see how she looked but to Merv, she was looking right at him while he masturbated to her. She made an exaggerated kissing motion at the mirror and Merv lost control. His fist flew up and down and with his eyes glued between Jan’s open legs and the tightly stretched crotch of her pink panties, he unloaded a stream of cum which flew a foot into the air. Muffling a groan, spasm after spasm of pure pleasure surged through his body and his cock twitched and jerked in his hand until its load was spent. He started breathing again, cleaned up with a tissue and watched her through the mirror as she finished the last few pictures of the set.

Jan had become oblivious to everything but her sexual excitement and the flash of the camera. Mary had stopped giving instructions; there was no need – Jan’s imagination was now carrying her into pose after pose, all of them designed to excite and arouse the pedophiles to self-inflicted, body-shaking orgasms. She didn’t know whether she was cockteasing them to give them pleasure or to punish them for being such perverts, but she did know that she wanted to make their cocks swell and throb – to tease them into erections that were so hard that they were almost painful. Hard for her; erect for her; spewing streams of cum for her – not for Perfect Miss Marcia, but for her – little Jan Brady!

“Jan. JAN!” Mary had to raise her voice to penetrate the fog in Jan’s brain. “That’s all we need – I’ve run out of film! That was just excellent!!”

Jan snapped back to reality. With her heart still pounding, she climbed off the bed and tugged her brown skirt back down to its more modest position of mid-thigh. She was amazed at the feelings that had just coursed through her young body. It was like nothing she had ever felt – so incredibly good and incredibly shameful all at the same time. She recovered her purse and followed Mary to the door.

“That was truly excellent, Jan! I’ve never seen a first-timer do so well. Anytime you’d like to do another session, just come on down. I know the readers will be hoping to see you again soon.”

“Thanks, Mary,” answered Jan. She dug her hairbrush from her purse and pulled it through her hair. “But I don’t think so. That wasn’t…., I dunno…., that wasn’t really me on the bed – it was like a stranger took over. I think this will be the last time – even for all that money.”

“Well, that would be a shame,” said Mary, “A lot of men will be disappointed. If you change your mind, be sure to give me a call.” She looked at her watch and began rearranging the photography gear. “I have an appointment to see another young girl in a few minutes – she’s about your age with long brown hair. If she’s in the office, would you please tell her to come in?

“Sure,” said Jan. “Goodbye, Mary.” Jan opened the door and taking a deep breath, left the most unusual and unexpected event in her young life behind.

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Jan pulled the studio door closed with a 'click'. Sitting on the couch in the office was the little brunette Mary had mentioned. She looked to be about twelve or maybe thirteen and was very pretty. Her dark brown hair was a little longer than shoulder-length and fell in bangs on her forehead. She had soft-looking, pouty lips and was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank-top.

"Is Mary in the studio?" she asked.

Jan was more than a little distracted. "I'm sorry," she apologised, "what did you say?"

The girl smiled. "That's O.K. I'm here to see Mary. Did you just come from a session?"

"Uh huh" answered Jan with a wry smile.

"They can be pretty weird - especially the first time. This your first?"

"Yes," said Jan," and I don't know what to think!"

The girl stood up and took Jan's hand. "I've done a few of them for her magazines as well. Would you like to have a Coke or something after I see Mary? I'll only be a second - I forgot to sign a release for the last session."

"I'd love to!" It would be good to talk to someone who knew how she felt - that combination of shame and excitement.

"Great! I'll meet you at the food fair in a few minutes."

Jan left the office and headed for the restaurant area. She bought two Cokes and found a table in the corner, away from everyone. Less than five minutes later, the little brunette appeared.

She sat down opposite Jan and set her purse on the table. Jan pushed the Coke towards her.

"Thanks." said the girl. "I'm Gwendolyn Cooper - my friends call me Winnie for short." She smiled warmly. "And you are...?"

"Jan. Jan Brady." They shook hands.

"Are you from around here?" asked Jan, "I haven't seen you at school."

Winnie Cooper took a sip of her Coke. "No, I'm from Culver City. When my Mom and Dad split up, my Mom moved here and I came with her. We live about 5 miles away."

"Oh," said Jan, "that's too bad." She remembered what it was like having a single mom.

"Yeah. I liked my school and my boyfriend Kevin really wanted me to stay, but it's not bad here," replied Winnie, "there’s a lot more to do than back home." There was a silence as the girls sipped their Cokes.

"I do know how you feel," continued Winnie, "doing all that stuff for the photos. Part of you thinks its wrong, part of you feels embarrassed; yet part of you is excited and wants to do it again, right?"

Jan smiled shyly. "Yes. That's exactly right." She tried to explain. "Mom always told me to act lady-like; to be careful how I sat, to keep my knees together - that sort of thing. And those photos....., well, they certainly were not lady-like!"

"No, they're not," agreed Winnie, "but the guys that buy those magazines don't want to see girls being modest - if they did, they'd jerk off looking at Girls’ Wear in Sears catalogue or something. They want to see us acting like little sluts and cockteasers. Pervs!"

Jan had certainly never thought of herself as being a cockteaser before, but she had to admit, that's exactly what she had been doing in the photographs. The thought made her blush furiously.

Winnie smiled and leaned forward confidentially. "You'll get over being shy or embarrassed, but you'll never get over the excitement. It is just so cool to see what you can do to men by giving them a little flip of your skirt or a peek down your blouse!"

Jan's look was non-commital - the only experience she had with deliberate teasing had been with today's session and there had been no-one there but Mary.

"Have you done many sessions?" asked Jan. Winnie seemed quite comfortable about the whole thing.

"Just a few. Five, altogether." She counted them off on her slim fingers. "I'll be in the same magazine as you - it's called 'Preteen Panties' by the way, if you can believe the title!" She rolled her eyes. "I did sessions for 'Teasing Teens', 'Hot Nymphets and 'Little Girl Gallery' as well - those are more of Mary's perv magazines - and I did a private session with one guy."

"A private session? With a guy??" Jan was intrigued.

Winnie explained. "Mary set it all up - I went to his hotel room. He was an important businessman or politician or something from back east and he wanted to take some photographs himself. He was real tall, with dark hair and an expensive-looking suit." She looked down at the Coke and played with the straw. He wanted me to do the same sort of stuff as Mary - lift my skirt, show off my bum, lick my lips - that sort of thing. He got real excited!"

Jan leaned forward so as not to miss a word. "Is it harder doing it for a man than for Mary?"

"Nah, not really. Especially not when he offered me another hundred dollars for something 'extra'." Winnie looked at Jan mysteriously.

"Something extra? Like what??"

"Well," Winnie continued "I could tell his penis was getting hard while he took the pictures because there was a big lump in his pants. After he ran out of film, he wanted me to keep posing and I could see him sort of stroking himself through his pants. Finally, he sat me on his lap and told me that I had made his penis really big and hard and that he would give me an extra hundred dollars if I stroked it for him."

Jan sat up straight in surprise. "What did you do? Did you....."

Winnie nodded. "I didn't answer at first - I wasn't sure if I should do it - but then he started saying things like 'Please, Baby, Please!' and I thought how cool it was to have this big important man pleading with little ol' me to play with his cock. So I brushed my fingers over the bulge in his pants and he went crazy! 'Oh, God, Yes! Touch me again! Please… Touch me again!' and stuff. I told him to take it out and he almost tore his pants he was in such a rush! I took my time with him, though - he was so turned on he just wanted me to pump him until he shot, but I liked making him moan and plead and beg so I made it last - you know, getting him close then slowing down? I did that four or five times before I finally finished him off."

Jan didn't know, but she wasn't going to tell Winnie that.

"Such a big, strong, powerful man, and me just a little girl who had him almost in tears before I let him have his orgasm." She slowly shook her head in amazement. "It was so cool!! I'm sure I could have made him give me even more money, but I didn't - I almost felt sorry for him - he wanted it so bad!"

The two girls giggled, then chatted about the sessions, finding out what guys liked and how to use it to tease them, about perverts who liked little girls, about how to get guys really hot just by talking to them and lots more. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and Jan got up.

"Thanks Winnie! It's been really great talking to you - I feel much better now, but I have to go - I have to pick up an anniversary gift for my parents." 

Winnie got up as well. "Sure. Thanks for the Coke. Maybe I'll see you at Mary's some time. See ya!"

Jan walked towards the jewellery store, paid for the engraved silver plate with her newly earned money then jumped onto the number 26 bus to go home. She made sure that she sat with her legs slightly apart and then watched the middle-aged man across from her. His eyes immediately went to her legs and he took a quick glance up her skirt before looking away. He looked so funny; over and over again he’d sneak a peek then quickly look away…, sneak a peek then quickly look away. She stifled a giggle. When her stop came, she spread her legs wide for a moment and, catching him with his eyes on the crotch of her pink panties, gave him a big smile before standing up. Winnie was right - men were so easy!!

*****

Act Four

In which Greg makes a shocking discovery.

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Six weeks later, Greg Brady chained his bike to the rack and strode purposefully towards the mall entrance. Fourteen years old, his body filled with the raging hormones of a young teenaged boy, all he could think of was sex! It didn't help that for the last three years, he had been driven crazy by his step-sisters. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother; the youngest one in curls and they were all gorgeous! Even Cindy was giving him boners - especially when she wore those really short kiddy-skirts and climbed all over the furniture exposing her white cotton panties! Marcia was growing boobs now and seemed very proud of them the way she stuck out her chest every chance she got; Jan had the tightest little ass he'd ever seen and even Mom had tits which she sometimes showed off in low-cut tops. He had recently earned a metaphorical slap on the wrist by getting caught with his gaze fixed on the delicious swelling of flesh down the front of Carol's blouse. "My eyes are up here, Greg!" she had said, pointing to her face. Three years of frustration - peeks at panties or bra straps, tight jeans, short skirts and dresses, Mom's bulging tits, bikini swim-suits, short baby-doll pyjamas - it seemed that he was always erect and aching. Even twice-daily jerking off wasn't enough!
 
He pushed through the swinging doors and headed for the 'Rent-A-Box' where he had a private mailing address. It wouldn't do to have his magazines delivered to the house! A small ad in the back of a borrowed 'Cavalier' magazine had offered a selection of magazines aimed at men who like teenaged girls. The tiny picture visible in the ad had looked remarkably like Marcia so with a good deal of excitement, he'd sent away for it. The result, while titillating, was somewhat of a disappointment - the girl had looked only vaguely like his sister with her long, center-parted hair being the only real similarity. Nonetheless, the advertising insert included in the magazine's packaging had stirred both his interest and his prick!

One of the mags had been called 'Preteen Panties' and the small cover illustration had featured a very young girl raising her skirt. Greg actually masturbated to that picture more than to the girls in the magazine itself. Perhaps it was a function of his sisters' extended - if unknowing - tease that he'd lived with for the past 3 years, but he had immediately sent another money order to the publisher's address. He was hoping the magazine would be there today.

YESSSS!!!! Excellent!! He withdrew the thin brown package stamped 'Educational Materials' and almost ran back to his bike. Stuffing the package into the waist of his pants, he pedalled furiously back home. Usually, as he shared a room with his two brothers, privacy was an issue but everyone was out with Dad and Mom this morning so Greg took the stairs two at a time, locked his bedroom door behind him and excitedly opened the package.

"Man! What a gorgeous little redhead!" he thought as he examined the cover. She looked to be just a little older than Cindy and was lifting her dress coyly, her head tilted to the side. Greg's erection was immediate and hard. He lay back on his bed, folded a pillow behind his head, unzipped his jeans and began looking through the magazine. His hand quickly began working his stiff cock as he flipped through the pages. This was what he had been looking for!! The first pictures were of the little girl showing only a little bit of thigh, but on the following pages, the redhead was posed in all sorts of shameless ways - on her back with her legs spread wide, on her tummy with her dress bunched up around her waist and her tongue sticking out, holding a teddy bear with one hand while the other held up her dress - Greg's heart was pounding with excitement.

The next girl was a pretty brunette a little younger than Marcia, with shoulder-length hair and bangs; she was wearing a pleated gray skirt and pantyhose. The theme was the same - a few prim and proper pictures, then the girl began exposing her panties in every way conceivable. He especially liked the picture where she bent over the back of a couch with her skirt up allowing him to see her white panties clearly through the sheer nylon pantyhose.

Greg masturbated slowly, enjoying the sight of these girls teasing and taunting him with their legs, tight little bottoms and panty-encased pussies. Man! If only he could see Marcia or Jan like that!! The thought almost took him over the edge, but he was just able to stop. He gave himself a minute to slow his breathing and let his orgasm retreat a bit, then turned to the next page.

The next little girl had long blonde hair and was sitting primly on a sofa with her hands in her lap. Wow! This one really looked like Jan! Greg's hand returned to work in his pants. Geez! She really looked like Jan! He turned the page and the girl had crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up to the top of her thigh. Greg stopped jerking and looked more closely at the model. He couldn't believe how much she looked like his little sister. He sat up on the edge of his bed, trained the reading light onto the magazine and turned the page. The girl was standing beside a bed licking her lips, and her brown skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her pink nylon bikini panties were completely exposed. Greg stuffed the magazine under his mattress, listened carefully, then quietly tiptoed through their shared bathroom and into the girls' bedroom. He pulled open the folding door to Jan's closet and searched through the clothing hanging from wooden hangers.

There it was! The same outfit worn by the girl in the magazine! He returned to his room, took out the magazine and studied the pictures in the layout closely. He was sure now - either the girl really was Jan, or Jan had an identical twin - and one who had exactly the same outfit. A flood of heat and excitement passed through his body and he found himself lowering his jeans and underwear then falling back onto his bed. He grabbed his cock and started full-stroke masturbation. His little sister, taunting him and tormenting him with sex-tease!! He stared at the pictures of Jan holding up her dress, sticking her tight little ass into the air, spreading her legs wide to expose her crotch, licking her lips and leering at him in his need. He pumped faster and looked at her lying on her tummy, her bum slightly elevated and her legs spread in such a way that her pussy lips were clearly visible. On the final page, there was his sister lying on her back holding her legs in the air and pulling them wide apart with her hands. It was more than Greg could take; he exploded with the hardest, longest orgasm of his young life, spurting great shots of pearly cum over his hand and belly. Over and over the streams of semen shot into the air and an agonized groan escaped from his lips.

When Greg had finally recovered from his earth-shattering orgasm, he hid the magazine and lay down to think. So his sister Jan was modeling for a jerk-off magazine, a little cocktease who knew how to really get guys going. 'I'll bet no-one else knows about this,' he thought to himself, 'and I wonder what she might do to keep it that way?'

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An hour later, Greg was again masturbating to the photographs of his little sister. She was such a turn on with her long slim legs and little bubble-butt pushed out towards the camera. He made it last as long as he could, but the blonde cocktease and his own intense horniness had him shooting another load ten minutes later. He staggered to the shower to clean up and as the hot water splashed down over his body, the answer came to him. He wanted Jan to show off for him the same way she did for the camera and the faceless men who bought that magazine. He would threaten to show it to Mom and Dad, Peter, Marcia and the guys at school unless she showed him her panties like in the photographs. Real, live jerk-off material for as long as he wanted! All he had to do was wait for the right moment.

*****

Act Five

In which Mrs. Brady makes a diagnosis and
Bobby takes his medicine

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The following Monday, Carol Brady was preparing for a meeting of her afternoon bridge club. She’d luxuriated in a relaxing bubble bath and was putting the final touches to her make-up prior to dressing when there was a quiet knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in!" she called, putting the cap on the mascara and turning to see the visitor. It was Bobby. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the doorknob. There was a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong, Bobby?" She went to the bed and patted a place beside her. Bobby sat.

"I think there's something wrong with me, Mommy," he said. Concern flooded across Carol's face.

"What is it, Sweetheart? Why do you think something's wrong?

Bobby squirmed and wrung his little hands. "It's my nibby. I was playing with Cindy and I could feel something funny in my nibby and when I checked, it was too big and it felt funny when I touched it." He was obviously in some distress.

Carol put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "O.K, Bobby. You were playing with Cindy?" He nodded. "And what game were you playing?" she asked.

"We wus playing circus and we wus acrobats doing cartwheels and somersaults an' stuff. We wus having a contest to see who could do handstands against the fence for the longest." He brightened a bit. "I did it for a whole two minutes! Cindy only did it for one minute."

"Good for you, Bobby!" Carol squeezed his shoulders again. She thought for a moment. Cindy usually wore cute little dresses and Carol was sure that she’d been wearing one this morning.

"Was Cindy wearing a dress when she was doing handstands?" she asked. Bobby nodded.

 "And I guess when she did the handstand for one minute her dress must have fallen down and you could see her underpants, right?" Bobby nodded again.

"Bobby, was that when you noticed your nibby was getting big? When you were looking at Cindy's legs and underpants?"

"Uh huh." said Bobby. Another mystery solved! Carol smiled reassuringly.

"No need to worry, Bobby, its perfectly normal. As you get older, it will probably happen whenever you see a girl’s underwear and at some other times, too. We'd better just have a look, though, to make sure." 

She stood him up, loosened his jeans and slid down his Superman underpants. He was such a cute boy and Carol had never seen a little boy's penis. Having had only a sister and then three daughters, the only cocks she had seen were those of teenaged boys or adult males. Bobby's cock and little balls would fit in the palm of her hand. It was difficult to imagine him with a hard-on for Cindy! She examined his smooth, hairless little penis closely - he was beautiful!

"It’s not big now." she said. Let's do a test to make sure I was right." Bobby nodded and Carol pulled him between her knees so that his cute bum rested against her inner thigh. She put her arm around his waist to support him.

"O.K. Bobby, I want you to think of what Cindy was doing, playing acrobat. She did a handstand against the fence. Think about how her dress fell down and you could see all of her legs. Cindy has long legs, doesn't she? Long and slim. Was she wearing little white ankle socks? Think about Cindy's dress falling down and how you could see her underpants. Think about that. What colour were Cindy's underpants, Bobby?"

"They wus white," replied Bobby, "with little flowers on them."

"That's good, Bobby, think about Cindy's white panties and her long legs." Carol watched as Bobby's little cock began to stir. Right before her eyes, it slowly began to swell.

"Think about how it would feel to touch Cindy's legs. Would you like to do that Bobby? Maybe go up to her while she was doing a handstand and put your hands on her legs and feel her."

Bobby's cock was now standing straight out from his body. Carol continued. "Do you think you'd like to see Cindy take her panties down, Bobby?" Carol asked quietly. "To see her bare bottom and between her legs?" Bobby nodded.

"There you are, Bobby! See? When you think about Cindy's legs and panties, your nibby gets hard, just like I told you." Carol took his now erect penis in her perfectly manicured hand. He flinched at the contact, and his little cock swelled even more. The little knob was dark pink and looked so cute!

Bobby looked up. "It feels funny again, Mom. Kind of tingling. How can I make it go back down?"

Carol made a quick decision. If she were to 'help' him make his nibby go back down, it would make her job much easier when he grew to be a teenager - she'd already have him under her thumb, so to speak. There was little doubt in her mind that if she could get the little guy off, he'd be back for more and any misbehaviour on his part would result in her withdrawing the pleasure her hand could provide.

"I can make it go down if you want, Honey, Do you want me to fix you up?" She took his his little erection into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Bobby flinched again but then nodded. "Fix me up, Mom, please."

Carol pulled him closer and closed her fingers around the little prick. Although erect, it was still so small that there was little room to make a full stroke. Carol decided to use her fingertips on the head instead of pumping his shaft. That could come later, when he was bigger.                                                                    

She held him tight around the waist and teased the head with her fingertips, gently rubbing and tapping the velvety smoothness. Bobby let out a little whimper and pushed his hips forward. "Harder, please, Mom" he said.

She scraped her long fingernails lightly up and down Bobby's shaft then gently twisted the head, pulling it carefully then running her fingers around the tiny ridge at the bottom. Bobby started to squirm, so Carol squeezed him in place between her legs and tightened her grip around his waist.

"It's O.K., Honey. Feels nice, doesn't it?" She formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and rapidly rubbed up and down over the ridge at the base of his tiny cockhead. "Think about Cindy showing off her panties and nice long legs."

"Jan, too," he whispered, "an' Marcia. I wanna see their underpants too!"

Carol smiled. Little Bobby was certainly growing up! Having three pretty sisters who gave him hard-ons was going to make the next few years interesting for the little guy - not to mention a mother with a 'helping hand'. She went back to massaging his firm, hot cockhead with the tips of her fingers.

“Mmmm…, mmmm….,” Bobby moaned as Carol worked on his little prick. His young body was filled with a maelstrom of new sensations and urges. He pushed his hips into his step-mother’s teasing hand, trying to increase the pleasure he was feeling. Carol’s robe had loosened and fallen away from her breasts leaving a gap to where young Bobby’s eyes were irresistably drawn. He could see the enticing swell of the tops of her ample breasts.

“Can I see your boobies, Mom?” Bobby asked breathlessly. The urge to see Carol’s breasts had come from nowhere – he didn’t know why; he had never thought of it before but the strange feelings that were flooding through his body were all new to him and he was too young to even begin to understand them – much less control them. He was being carried along on the waves of pleasure generated by Carol’s stroking, massaging hand.

Carol Brady felt a rush of heat when Bobby asked to see her tits. Her manipulation of the little boy’s penis had not left her unaffected; she could feel herself becoming moist between her legs and her large pink nipples were already tingling and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

‘In for a penny, in for a pound.’ she thought. “O.K, Bobby. You can see them.’ She released Bobby’s cock and moved him away a little so that she could slip her robe off of her naked shoulders. Underneath was a low cut, cream colored camisole with lace trim. She had been about to dress before Bobby’s arrival interrupted her, so she was wearing no bra and the camisole barely hid her luscious mounds. Her large pink nipples were clearly outlined under the satin.

Carol looked at Bobby, standing before her with jeans and Superman underpants around his knees and his small, pink penis swollen and sticking straight out from his body. His gaze was fixed on the swelling of her camisole. Her own urges were now making themselves felt and reaching for Bobby again, she guided him to the bed beside her. She eased him towards her, turning him so that he lay on his back with his little head in her lap and then used her hands to scoop both of her big, soft breasts out of the camisole.

“There you go, Bobby!” she said. Cradling his head in the crook of her elbow, she brought his face to her left breast. Holding it with her right hand, she guided the pink nipple towards his lips.

Instinctively, Bobby opened his mouth and began sucking. Carol gasped and squeezed her tit, pushing it further into the little boy’s mouth. The nipple quickly became erect from the friction of his tongue and with pleasure coursing through her body, she once again took his cock into her hand. It seemed to have grown even more, pulsing and twitching under her touch. His groan was muffled by the breast in his mouth.

Carol resumed her manipulation of Bobby’s penis, squeezing gently, twisting the head and scraping her fingernails up and down the shaft. He pressed his face harder into her soft breastflesh, sucking noisily at her nipple and moaning quietly under his step-mother’s teasing touch. His mind was filled with images of girls – Cindy’s panties and long legs, Jan’s short skirts, Marcia’s small, rounded titties and his Mom’s bulging breasts. He had never, ever felt this good in his whole life, and with every movement of his Mom’s hand, it felt better and better. He brought his hands up to hold the breast, squeezing its softness as he sucked.

The added stimulation of her breasts had made Bobby’s little cock grow even further and she could now apply full strokes to his shaft. She pumped gently, twisting her fist as it traveled up and down his little prick, squeezing the head at the top of the upstroke. He started squirming violently, thrusting his hips upwards towards her hand, muffled grunts escaping from his full mouth.

Carol held him tightly in her cradling arm, talking quietly into his ear. “It’s all right, Bobby, it’s all right. Just let it happen. It feels good, doesn’t it, Honey? up and down…, up and down… “Trying to make his new-found pleasure even more intense, she whispered ideas, thoughts and suggestions all calculated to arouse the little boy even more. “Think about Marcia, Bobby. Think about her lifting her dress and pulling down her panties for you. Would you like that?” Bobby grunted and squirmed. “She’d let you look at the slit between her legs, or bend over for you and show you her bare bum. Would you like to see Marcia without any panties on?” up and down…, up and down…. “And Jan – would you like Jan to touch you just like I’m doing now? Hmmm? Jan has such soft tiny hands, I bet they’d feel good working on your nibby like this. Oops! Careful with your teeth, Bobby, no teeth! Just suck on my booby, mmmmm, yes, like that.”

Bobby sucked and squeezed, his tongue lashing at Carol’s nipple. Suddenly, the tone of his small muffled grunting changed – lower and more throaty, and he pressed his face harder into her breast. Carol recognized the symptoms – obvious even in one so young. Her hand had ignited an orgasm, and he was now rushing headlong toward it. She removed her nipple from his mouth – not wanting him to lose control and bite her while racked by his orgasm. She pushed his thin thighs as wide apart as possible then returned to her work, pumping and twisting the little boy’s cock with increasing speed.

“O.K., Bobby, this is going to feel really, really good. Don’t fight, just let me take you through it.” up and down…., up and down… A quiet moan came from deep in Bobby’s throat. It went on and on, rising slowly in pitch and stopping only so the little guy could take a breath. Carol felt his cock get harder and thicker so increased the speed of her fist to about two strokes a second. She held his shoulders tightly as his body started to buck and finally, her relentless pumping produced a small discharge of clear liquid at the end of his bright pink cockhead. Bobby cried out, his body twitched and tensed half-a-dozen times and then he went limp on Carol’s lap, his eyes searching her face.

“There, now, Honey. Wasn’t that good? Your nibby will go down all on its own now. See? I’ve fixed you up just fine! But we don’t want to be telling anyone about what we did, O.K? If we want to do it again sometime, we have to keep it a secret.” She gently set Bobby on his feet, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. He had recovered to the point where he could now speak in normal tones.

“Thank you, Mommy” he said. “I’m good at keeping secrets. I don’t tell – not even to Cindy!”

“That’s good, Sweetheart,” said Carol, fitting her tits back into her top and fastening her robe. “Now, off you go and play. Mommy’s got to get ready to go out.”

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After dinner that evening, Carol was reading the newspaper in the family room while Mike did a little work in his office. Bobby came into the room, looking over his shoulder then stood by the arm of Carol’s chair.

“Mom?”, he said quietly, looking around the room. “Can you fix me up again?”

Carol smiled and give the little boy a hug.

*****

Act Six

In which Greg holds all the cards but
Jan wins the hand.

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Greg, wearing only his jockeys and a T-shirt, sat at the kitchen table and ate his cereal. A whole day without the thundering horde!! Mom and Dad had gone two hours ago with Marcia, Cindy, Peter and Bobby headed for Anaheim and Disneyland but Greg had begged off, insisting that he was too old for Mickey Mouse and that he had football practice that morning. A white lie that would give him some hard-to-come-by privacy for a while. Jan had stayed the night at her friend Laura's, and was due back later in the day.

Breakfast over, he went back upstairs, extracted the copy of 'Preteen Panties' from under his mattress and then lay back on his bed to enjoy it. As always, he turned straight to the pictures of Jan, but before he even had a chance to start stroking, the noise of the garage door opening outside got his attention. He jumped off the bed and looked out of the window to see Jan pushing her bike into the garage. She was home early! His heart skipped a beat - this was his chance!

He pulled on his jeans and took the stairs two at a time, meeting Jan just as she passed through the glass doors into the house. She had on a checked blouse and a bright red dress that stopped half-way down her thighs along with red knee socks. His cock twitched when he saw her.

"Hi, Greg!" she said. "Everyone gone to Disneyland?" 

"Yeah,'" he answered, "you're home early."

"Uh huh. Laura forgot that she had to visit her grandmother this morning and I didn't want to go with her."

She started to walk past him, but Greg reached out and took her arm. "Listen, Jan, there's something I want to talk to you about." He walked with her into the kitchen, searching for the words. She went to the fridge, poured a glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table. "O.K. So what's up?" she asked.

He wasn't sure how to broach the subject, but quickly decided that he should just go for it - he had the leverage, that was for sure. He sat at the table opposite his sister.

"O.K. This is how it is." he said. "You've been driving me crazy with those short little dresses you wear. You've got really nice legs and I'd like to see more of them so I want you to lift up your skirt and show me your panties." There. It was out.

Jan stared at him, a blank expression on her face. Greg could see her mental gears spinning.

She frowned and shook her head as if to clear it. "What did you say???"

"I said your legs really turn me on and I want to see you pull up your dress! What's hard to understand about that?"

A look of horrified indignation spread over her pretty face and she jumped up from the table, almost knocking over her glass of milk. "You're crazy!" she cried, "And I'm going to tell Mom what you just said!" She started towards the stairs, but Greg grabbed her arm as she went past.

"No, you're not." he stated. "If you can show off your panties to thousands of men in a magazine, you can show them to me as well!"  He reached for the hem of her short skirt, but she pulled sharply and escaped his grip. She backed away into the living room, her look of indignation now one of wide-eyed astonishment tinged with fear.

"What do you mean? I've never done anything like that! You're crazy!" she repeated. She backed further away and Greg followed her into the living room.

"A picture is worth a thousand words Jan, and I've got the pictures. The magazine is called 'Preteen Panties'. Ring any bells?"
                                                                                                                                                       
Jan stared at him for what seemed an eternity and then sank slowly onto the sofa, shaking her head. "Oh, no, no, no! You've seen them?" she moaned. Her worst nightmare had just become reality; her very biggest secret was a secret no longer and she was devastated. "Who else knows?" she whispered, "has anyone....."

"No. Just me." he replied. "We could keep it that way, you know. After all, you did it for all those strangers, I'm sure you could do it for your own brother - well, step-brother."

Jan was silent while she fought back tears of despair and tried to think. It was no good to keep denying it - he must have the magazine or he would never have known its name. If he told Mom and Dad, or even worse his friends at school, she would just die! Maybe she could do what he wanted, if he promised to keep it a secret. As she considered the possibility of showing off for Greg, the now-familiar thrill started low down in her body.

She looked at him earnestly. "Greg, if I do it for you, will you promise not to tell anyone that I'm in that magazine?"

"Of course I promise, Jan," he assured her, "I don't really want to get you in trouble, I just want to get a good look at your legs and panties!!" He tried to laugh, but she was still too distraught even to smile. She looked down at the floor, then back up at Greg.

 "Just like in the magazine? That's all?"

He had her! He felt a tremendous rush of excitement and his cock started to swell inside his jeans. She was going to do it!! "Just do the same as what you did in the magazine, O.K?" He held his breath.

The pleasant tingle inside got stronger and stronger as she thought about it. It was really weird, but she decided it would be worth it. She took a deep breath, then nodded. "O.K." she said, "I'll do it. But only if you promise, cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die, that you’ll never, ever tell anyone about me being in that magazine!"

Greg stood up, his heart pounding like a pile-driver. "Deal!" he said. "Lets go upstairs!"

She got to her feet and headed towards the stairs. Greg followed and as Jan went up the steps, he stopped at the bottom.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked with a puzzled look.

"Uh huh, but I've always wanted to look up your skirt while you went up the stairs and now I can!" He smiled again and this time he was rewarded with a half-smile back. She turned and slowly continued to the top of the stairs, acutely aware of Greg's eyes searching for her panties under her skirt. His gaze was almost tangible. She turned at the top and looked down at him. His eyes were locked on her slim legs.

He snapped out of it. "I'll be right there!" he called, and took off for the kitchen. Jan walked down the hall to her bedroom, thinking about her conversation with Winnie Cooper in the mall. If she could get Greg really excited - make him want her more and more - and if she gave him just a little taste...., he'd fall over himself to keep her secret. It was certainly worth a try; she had nothing to lose.                                                               

Greg grabbed a pair of scissors from the junk drawer in the kitchen. He pulled the pockets of his jeans inside out and cut large holes at the bottom. He could put his hands in his pockets and if he was careful, he might be able to squeeze his cock while Jan posed. Man! That would feel so good!

He took the stairs two at a time and went into the girls' bedroom. Jan was was sitting on the end of her bed looking a little nervous. "I've never seen the magazine," she said, "there were a lot of pictures and I don't know which ones they used. You do want me to do the same poses as in the magazine, right?"

Greg nodded. "Just a second." He cut through the shared bathroom and into the boys' room. Rooting under his mattress, he retrieved the magazine. Back in the girls' room, he gave the magazine to Jan and sat beside her.

She opened it and leafed through the contents. She immediately recognized Winnie as the second model, with the gray skirt and pantyhose. "Do you like her?" asked Jan.

Greg nodded. "Uh huh, but not as much as you." Jan felt strangely elated at the compliment. She turned the pages with Winnie showing off her nyloned legs and then came to the first picture of herself. She was sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands in her lap. Beside it was the one of her crossing her legs with the hem of her skirt drawn up to the top of her thigh. Her blonde hair fell down over her shoulders, her head was bent forward slightly and she looked at the camera shyly. Jan thought that they were both actually pretty good pictures. Then she asked Greg a question to which she already knew the answer.

"Do you masturbate when you look at these?"

Greg looked at her with an astonished look on his face. "Of course not!!" he exclaimed vehemently. Then perhaps realizing the absurdity of his lie, he backtracked. "Well, sometimes. Just a bit. Yeah, I do." He blushed. It was then that Jan remembered Winnie's statement about sexy talk making guys hot.

"You jack off looking at pictures of me? Isn't that a bit weird, masturbating to pictures of your sister?" She looked mock-astonished.

Greg had lost all of his adolescent bravado. "But you're not really my sister, and you sure are hot!" She turned the pages slowly. "Oh, yeah, I remember these. Tell me Greg, which one is your favorite?" She looked up from the magazine and directly into his eyes. "Which one of my pictures do you look at when you want to have an orgasm? Hmmm?"

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. It was like another person beside him in Jan's body. The pendulum had swung and Greg was no longer the one with leverage. He had seen only the tiniest glimpse of Jan's panties as she went up the stairs, but now he wanted more and the fact that she had agreed to show him more had given the little blonde the upper hand. 

He turned to the last page of her layout. She was lying on her back on the bed with her head propped on a pillow against the headboard. Her brown skirt was up around her waist, her knees were bent and her hands were behind them pulling her legs up and as far apart as possible. Mary had crouched at the foot of the bed and aimed the camera up between Jan's legs. Her pretty face could be seen looking down at the lens and her panties were stretched so tightly across her pussy that her puffy vaginal lips were outlined by the pink nylon. Jan's tongue was touching her upper lip and her eyes were half-closed.

"Hmmmm," she said, "that one. It’s the last one in the layout, so we'll do them in the same order and save that for last!" She looked at him with what she hoped was a come-on look. "O.K., let's get started but," she wiggled her forefinger in his face as a warning, " What you do when you look at the magazine is up to you, but no playing with yourself while I'm doing this, O.K? Keep your penis in your pants. This is already weird enough without you jacking off in front of me as well!"

He nodded breathlessly. She didn't know about the holes in his pockets. If he was really careful...

In fact, as when she had posed for Mary, Jan was tremendously excited by the idea that she could cocktease a guy until he needed to masturbate. She was pretty sure she could excite Greg to the point where he wanted to stroke his cock; her warning to him was just a ploy to get him totally frustrated and really hooked on her teasing.

She put the magazine, open to the first page of her layout, on Marcia's bed then pulled the chair from the desk and placed it a few feet from the corner of the bed. "Best seat in the house." she said. "No couch in here so I'll have to do it all on the bed. That O.K. with you?"

Greg sat down. He couldn't believe this was really happening! "Yeah, that's fine." He was already almost fully erect and she hadn't even started!

Jan sat primly on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap and looked at him. Her bright red dress was extremely short and naturally showed a lot of leg. She let him look for a minute; his eyes moving over her body from her Mary-Janes up over her knee-socks to the red silk ribbon in her hair.

"O.K. That's number one. Here's number two." She shifted sideways slightly and crossed her legs. With one finger, she slowly pulled the hem of the dress up until her upper thigh was completely exposed and Greg could see just a hint of her white panties. He slid his hips forward on the chair and put his hands in his pockets. "You look really good, Jan. Much better than in the pictures."

"Glad you like it." She pulled the hem back down and got up to look at the magazine on Marcia's bed. "Number three. Oh, yes." She sat back down facing him, leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. The red material slid up on its own and Greg had a clear view up her skirt to the crotch of her panties. He was getting really turned on and with his forefinger pushed through the hole in his pocket, he pressed it against the head of his hard cock.

Watching Greg’s squirming, his flushed face, his wide eyes and the small drops of perspiration which were beginning to form on his brow, Jan recognized the same feeling that had flooded through her during the last part of her photo session with Mary - the irresistible desire to sexually excite men, to use her tiny, preteen body to give them monstrous, almost painful erections that throbbed with unmet lust and frustrated longing. She had tried to think of things she could do to make their cocks even bigger and harder, to make them want her eleven year-old body even more. She wanted to drive them crazy with wanting – she wanted to make them jack off! And now she felt it for her step-brother Greg.

"Are you getting hard, yet?" she asked with a small smile. "This is the sort of thing that gets you hard, isn't it? Looking at little girls' panties?" She spread her legs a little wider.

Greg's cock was pulsing and twitching and he could respond only with a nod.

"Good," she said. "I like making you hard. Let's try number four."

Jan rolled onto the bed and lay on her tummy. She wriggled the red skirt up until half her bottom was exposed, opened her legs a bit and bent her knees so that her feet were in the air. The angle to Greg's chair made it harder for her to see him and he took the opportunity to slide the skin of his cock up and down. It felt so damn good! He drank in her smooth pale thighs, the lace trim on her panties and that wonderful tight little butt just a few feet away. She twisted around so she could see him and his hand froze.

"Bet you wish you could see my bare bottom." she said. "Too bad you can't; there are no pictures like that - but you can imagine it, can't you?" She kicked her feet back and forth a few times, then dropped them to the bed and drew one knee up as if she were climbing a tree. Jan reached back and pulled the red skirt up over the rest of her panties. She held the position for a while, allowing her brother to appreciate the tight nylon stretched across her pert bum and her pussy.

Greg stood up and moved to the edge of the bed. He wanted to stay out of her line of sight so that he could continue to stroke his cock, but little did he know that Jan had already seen him touching himself. She wasn’t blind and the movement of his hand in his pocket had been obvious to the little girl and she now deliberately looked away to let him get in a few strokes before looking back. She could see that it was getting harder and harder for him to stop when she looked his way. This was getting to be fun – excitement was coursing through her young body and was washing away any remnants of doubt she felt about having agreed to her step-brother’s demand.

Greg had manouvered the head of his cock out of his jockeys and it was now sticking through the hole in his pocket. He stroked and squeezed it with his fingertips whenever Jan was looking away and the direct contact was bringing him close to orgasm. Although incredibly difficult, he managed to stop whenever she turned her head towards him - she had warned him against masturbating and he was afraid her tease might end if she were to catch him.

The next photograph had shown her with her shoulders on the mattress, her little bubble butt pushed fetchingly into the air and since she was already lying face down required only that she get up on her knees. She looked up at him over her shoulder to make sure he was behaving himself and wiggled her cute little ass back and forth.

"I bet you're really hard now, aren't you?" she asked in a soft voice. Greg was so focused on the tight nylon stretched over her cheeks that he could only grunt. "Yeah." His cock cried out for direct stimulation, but Jan's eyes stayed fixed on his face. She loved his look of helpless lust, the dry lips and wide, unblinking eyes. She ground her hips a few more times.

"What's next?" she asked brightly, stepping off the bed and pulling her skirt back down. She checked the magazine. "Oh, right!"

Greg, of course, had the pictures memorized and knew what was coming so he slipped his hand out of his pocket and returned to the chair. She would be facing him for the next couple of poses, so there would be no chance for self-stimulation. Jan closed the magazine and walked over to him, stopped about two feet from his knees and put her shiny black Mary-Janes together.

"I'll bet you never thought you'd see me doing this when we all moved in three years ago!" said Jan, then slowly, slowly, pulled up her skirt. Nothing artsy, nothing graceful or composed, just a pretty little girl raising her skirt for her big brother. Greg's heart was pounding in his chest as she held the hem of the skirt at her waist, her white panties just a couple of feet from his red face. He let out a low moan, his cock throbbing mightily inside his pants.

"Would you like to touch?" teased Jan. "Would you like to kiss my legs?" She moved her feet apart, still holding up her dress, and came a few inches closer. "Think how nice it would be to feel my legs against your cheeks." His eyes locked onto her nylon covered pussy then traveled over the pale, smooth skin of her thighs as he imagined pressing his face against them. So soft. So warm. So smooth. She moved another six inches closer until she was touching his knees with hers. "But you can't! That's not allowed. Just like it’s not allowed for you to pull my panties down either – even though I know you want to. They're my rules now and the rules say that I can show off for you, but no touching me - or yourself either." She giggled. "You O.K. with the rules, or should we just forget this altogether?" She lowered the hem of her skirt and stepped back. Greg's voice cracked with disappointment.

"Oh, Jan!" he croaked. "Sure. Whatever. Just do that again. Please?" His cock had never been this big, or this hard and it cried out for attention.

"Well, there are two pictures left. This one," she turned away from him and her hands returned to the hem of her dress and repeated their upward journey. She pulled it higher and higher, pausing briefly at the tops of her thighs until she heard him breathe "Please, Jan" and then finally to her waist. She bent forward slightly until the white nylon clung to her ass like a second skin.

Greg's hand slipped back into his pocket and he touched the furnace-hot head of his cock. A short grunt escaped his lips as he massaged the tortured head, his sister's panty-covered ass a couple of feet from his face. She spread her legs and bent further forward until her blonde hair touched the floor and she could just see his knees between her legs. She smiled to herself - he was masturbating alright, she could see the movement in his pants where his hand was working his prick. She had done it! Teased him to masturbation! The feeling of power that flowed through her was like a narcotic. She stood straight and turned slowly to face him, giving him plenty of time to withdraw his hand. With a monumental effort, he stopped manipulating his cockhead just in time. He was in an agony of frustration - so close to orgasm, but the last pose would have her looking at him so there would be no chance to finish himself off! A small part of his fevered brain told him that there was no way he would have been able to hide an orgasm from her, so it was just as well.

"And the last one." Jan said. "The one that you look at when you cum, right?"

Greg nodded, his brain a haze of frustration and unsatisfied lust. He needed to cum so badly, and this last pose was going to make it much worse....

He moved to the foot of her bed as she arranged two pillows against the headboard then lay back on them. She looked down at him, gathered her dress above her waist and bent her knees. Her hands went behind them and with a slow smile at Greg, she lifted her long legs high into the air, then pulled her knees to the side and up against her budding tits to expose the tight, white nylon stretched between her legs and clinging to the puffy lips of her tiny hairless pussy. 

Greg swallowed hard. Watching Jan's lascivious display had the muscles in his cock contracting wildly and for a second he thought he was going to cum in his pants without even touching himself. It settled into a fierce heat which spread throughout his tension-filled body. Jan's face was visible between her legs as she looked at him.

"There you are, Greg. That's what you wanted, right?" He nodded. "Is it as good as you thought it would be? Does seeing me like this make you want to masturbate? He nodded again. It was impossible for him to speak. Jan felt a thrill of pleasure at his admission. She was sure that in a few minutes, Greg would be stroking his penis because of her and the thought excited her even more.

She lowered her legs, got up off the bed and rearranged her skirt to a more repectable level. She went up to Greg, who was still standing motionless at the end of the bed. He turned to her and she threw her arms up around his neck. He was over a foot taller and she had to pull him down to whisper in his ear.

"I did what you wanted and you promised you wouldn't ever tell anyone about me being in that magazine, right?"

"I promise." said Greg, who was now eager to get to his own room and finish what Jan had started.

"That's good," she replied, "because if you do, this will never, ever happen again. And," she brushed her tiny hand against the lump at the front of his pants and felt his body stiffen. "I think you'd like it to happen again, don't you?"

She let go of his neck and skipped out of the bedroom before he could answer.

*****

Act Seven

In which Jan seals the deal and
Marcia goes into the closet

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Several weeks later, the Bunch were eating dinner together on a Friday evening. As Alice brought in the dessert, Carol addressed the family.

"Your Dad and I will be going downtown with Alice tonight to do some Christmas shopping. Anyone else want to come with us?"

Cindy's and Bobby's hands shot into the air. "We do, we do." they chorused.

"Me, too." said Peter, "I don't have anything, yet."

Marcia nodded at her Mom. "O.K." she said. "I'll come."

"Greg? Jan?" asked their Dad from the other end of the table. "What about you?"

Greg glanced at Jan and his eyes met hers for a split second before breaking away. The past few weeks had been both heaven and hell for the young teen. If he thought he'd been horny and frustrated before by his sisters' unwitting displays of their legs and occasional glimpses of their panties, it was as nothing compared to what Jan was doing to him now. She frequently managed to give him a good look under her skirt; on weekdays often waiting until everyone had gone down to breakfast before popping into the boys' room and deliberately showing Greg the panties she was wearing under her school outfit. On days when she failed to do so, he was out of sorts for hours and would follow her around like a puppy hoping to see her cross her legs, give him a flip of her skirt or anything that might feed his growing addiction.

Privacy was hard to come by in a house with six kids and three adults but when it was available, Jan would sometimes fuel his dependency by giving him an extended show similar to the first time she'd cockteased him. In her bedroom, or his, or downstairs in the living room, she'd flirt and pout and tease, exposing her panties shamelessly until he felt he was about to explode! Maybe she'd do it again tonight!

In fact, that was exactly what the little blonde had in mind. Although her primary aim had been to ensure Greg's silence, Jan was coming to terms with the fact that she truly enjoyed cockteasing her big brother. The exhilirating rush of excitement and the aggressive desire to sexually arouse males which had overwhelmed her while initially posing for Mary returned in full force every time she exposed herself to him. The feeling of power she experienced when her displays reduced him from a cocky young teenager to a fawning, eager-to-please little boy was as addictive to her as her sex-tease was to him.

Marcia thought she saw a quick look pass between Greg and Jan before they both declined their parents' offer; Jan saying she had a pile of homework and Greg stating that his Christmas shopping was all done.

"Well, you two behave yourselves all alone in the house," said Mike with a smile,

There! Another flicking of their eyes towards each other! Marcia was sure of it! Strange!

Not so to Alice who, while distributing bowls of Twinkie slices smothered in vanilla instant pudding, had also seen the quick look pass between brother and sister. She had seen that look many times before – in the too-far-distant past when she and her older brother had played naughty games in the attic of their parents’ house. Speaking volumes, the look said that these two kids wanted to be alone, and she could think of only one reason why a fourteen year-old boy would want to be alone with his eleven year-old sister.

It was inevitable, Alice thought as she carried the last of the dirty plates into the kitchen. Throwing six attractive kids into such close proximity could only lead to a cauldron of bubbling hormones. The only surprise to her was that the look had passed between Greg and Jan; Alice would have expected it to be Greg and Marcia. Jan was tiny compared with Greg - he was almost twice her weight and over a foot taller. The little blonde certainly did have nice long legs though, and skirts today were so darned short! There would be hanky-panky going on in the house this evening, or she would donate a month’s salary to the Mexican Domestic Worker’s Social Club!

She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and started washing the dishes. Should she say anything to Mr. and Mrs. Brady? After a moment’s consideration, she decided no, let the kids have their fun. Those hot afternoons in the attic with her brother had provided her with delicious memories of sensual discovery and illicit excitement that pleased her still. And there was not much chance of Mrs. Brady figuring it out for herself – whatever qualities she possessed that had enticed Mr. Brady into marriage; well, a razor-sharp intellect was not one of them. 

In actual fact, Alice had a pretty good idea of what those qualities had been. Her bedroom in the old house had been right next to Mr. Brady’s and when he started dating Carol Martin, many an evening’s entertainment had been found using the old ‘wineglass against the wall’ trick. Unless Mr. Brady meant the phrase, “Carol, use your tongue more…” to request more or livelier conversation from his date (and Carol’s usual response of  “mmmffff…., mmmfff…., mmmfff…,” would tend to refute that interpretation), her primary attributes had been those pouting lips. Carol had ‘put her mouth where the money was, so to speak, and it seemed to be working. They were all one big, happy family….!

The dishes were soon done and the group was ready to leave. Greg and Jan went into the family room to watch TV and the others headed for the car. 

Marcia touched her Mom on the shoulder. "Mom, I think I'll go another day. I'd like to go down to the Choc Shoppe and hang around with my friends, O.K?"

"Sure, Sweety," said Carol, "just don't be too late. Eleven at the latest."

"Thanks, Mom." replied Marcia and turned to go back into the house. She headed back to the girls' bedroom on a mission. Jan had a beautiful pink cashmere sweater that was just a tiny bit too tight for Marcia and clung to her budding tits like a second skin. Without a bra, the friction of the material against her bare skin excited her and kept her nipples constantly erect and clearly visible under the soft, clinging material. Her sister had vehemently refused to let her borrow it, but Warren Mulhaney would probably be at the Shoppe tonight and Marcia wanted to look her best - better than her best! If she could sneak Jan's sweater out of the house, Warren would get an eyeful tonight! She silently made her way to Jan's closet and slid open the folding doors. Now where did she keep that sweater? 

There it was! Marcia was removing it from the pile of folded tops when she heard Jan's voice and footsteps in the hallway. Perhaps it was her guilty conscience which prompted her reaction, but instead of just closing the doors and walking away from the closet, she stepped inside and pulled the doors together behind her. She cursed herself - if she'd just moved away and told Jan she had changed her mind about Christmas shopping, she wouldn't be squeezed into a closet holding her breath!

She looked between the slats in the closet door and saw Jan enter the bedroom with Greg following behind her. She could see almost the entire room, albeit with thin horizontal stripes.

"Let's play a game, this time!" suggested Jan.

Greg rolled his eyes but was smiling. "Whatever you want Jan." On the cusp between childhood and adolescence, Jan's actions might be either sophisticated or child-like at any given time and Greg had quickly learned that if he wanted sex-tease from her, he had to go along with her whims. 

Marcia listened carefully through the closet door. ''Whatever you want, Jan?''  That's really strange! Greg usually paid very little attention to Jan and would barely give her the time of day let alone play some childish game with her!

"O.K." said Jan, clapping her hands. She led him to the edge of her bed and sat him down. "You sit here with your hands behind your back. Yes, like that. I'll start here and move closer and closer to you. When you think you can get me, try to grab me without getting off the bed. If you can, I'll let you....., let's see....," she searched for a suitable reward, "I'll let you put your hands up my skirt for, say, ten seconds. Then you can try to catch me again. O.K? Oh, yeah..., and I want you to take your pants off so I can watch your penis get big."

Marcia almost fell against the door! She must have misheard her sister - there could be no way Jan had actually said what Marcia thought she heard!!

"No problem, Jan." said Greg in a voice that sounded strangely hoarse. Up until now, she had always limited him to looking and he would have stood on his head naked if it meant she'd let him touch her under her dress. He stood up, kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his jeans and jockeys. His cock was already beginning to thicken in anticipation although when he sat back down, it lay flat against his thighs.

In the closet, Marcia was beside herself! That's what the glance between them at dinner had been all about! Jan and Greg were fooling around! And now she had a ringside seat! There was nothing for it but to keep quiet and watch what was about to unfold.

"O.K. Here we go!" said Jan in a sing-song voice. She stood about five feet in front of him.

Jan's dress was dark blue with thin, red horizontal stripes on the skirt and vertical stripes on the top. A red patent belt was buckled low on her tiny waist. She reached down and very slowly began to pull the hem up over her thighs. When it was about half-way, she took a step towards him.

"Want to see a little more?" She took another step and raised her skirt higher. A bit more thigh and Greg's cock began to stir - God! She was such a turn-on!! Another step and she lifted the skirt until he could see a sliver of cream-coloured panties. She was almost close enough that he thought he could reach her. Up higher, this time all the way to her waist and now he could see all of her long, slim legs and nylon bikini panties. She waited a few seconds, watching his cock begin to lift from his thighs then took another step forward.

Greg lunged for her, but she had been expecting it. Jumping back with a loud squeal she leaned forward, pulling the hem of her dress down to her knees.

Jan giggled. "Too slow!!" she teased. "Want to try again?

He nodded breathlessly and she began again. The skirt began climbing up her thighs and she moved slowly towards him. It reached her waist again and stopping just out of his reach, she swung the raised hem of her skirt from side to side, like a can-can dancer.

"Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa! You can't get me!" and stuck out her tongue. Greg made another frantic lunge. Again, Jan squealed and jumped back just in time. His cock was now sticking straight out from his body.

"I think our friend likes this game, doesn't he?" She blew a kiss in the direction of his lap. "But I think he'd like it better if you caught me!" She giggled. "Let's try it like this...."

Jan turned her back and looked at Greg over her shoulder. "Going up!" she said and started lifting the back of her dress. She backed towards him as she continued lifting the dress until he could see just how sheer the cream-coloured panties were at the back - he could see her tight little ass clearly through the thin nylon. She backed up a little more and wiggled her bum back and forth at him. Once more Greg made a grab for her but this time she was caught off guard and felt his hands close around her hips. Her screech filled the room - it was a good thing no-one else was home!

"Gotcha! You little tease!" said Greg triumphantly, pulling her towards him.

"O.K! O.K!" laughed Jan. "A deal's a deal!" She stood against his knees, which he spread enough to let her get closer, and looked down into his lap where his cock was now fully erect. "Oooooh, just look how hard I've made it! I'll bet this makes it even harder! Ten seconds!" She placed her hands on his shoulders and watched his face as she began to count.

"One...., two...."

He slipped his hands under Jan's skirt and slid them right up to her panties. He squeezed her gloriously tight little buns through the nylon then went down a little to squeeze her upper thighs. Marcia could see the material of her dress moving as Greg's hands roamed underneath.

"Five..., six...,

He had never actually touched Jan's legs before, and he reveled in their incredible smoothness. He pushed one hand betwen her warm thighs and kneaded her ass with the other. He could almost fit both cheeks in his hand.

"Eight..., nine,..."

He pushed the edge of his forefinger against the tight nylon between her legs and could feel the soft lips part slightly under the pressure. One final squeeze of the back of her thighs...

"Ten!" She stepped backwards, out of his reach. "That's all, unless you can catch me again!" She looked down at his cock and smiled wickedly. It was sticking straight up parallel to his belly and bobbed with the beating of his heart. It was so hard it almost hurt. 

"I was right!" she exclaimed, "that did make it harder. Ooooh, Greg! It looks so swollen! Does it hurt?"

Greg answered through dry lips. "Yes and no," he said, "it aches a little but it feels really good, too."

"Well, let's see if we can make it feel even better... "Jan looked at him and licked her lips. "Or make it ache a little more."

She resumed her position in the middle of the floor and once again slowly raised her skirt. An anguished groan escaped him as the blood pounded in his cock again. This time she pinned the skirt hem to her waist with her hands and sashayed around the room swinging her slim little hips like a miniature model walking down the runway. He could almost hear the drum beat in time with her walk - boom-de-boom-de-boom-de-BOOM! It could also have been the sound of his heart beating as she paraded back and forth in front of him.

After half-a-dozen circuits, she stopped and began advancing on him again.

"Here I come! Ready or not!!" Closer and closer. He had to catch her again - this was driving him crazy! She knew that, of course, She had spent weeks getting Greg to the point where she would no longer have to worry about him revealing her magazine photographs to anyone; getting him so addicted to her sex teasing that he would be afraid of her putting an end to their 'games'. She figured that he was almost at that point now and tonight she was planning to 'seal the deal'. One way or another, Jan was going to give Greg an orgasm. After that, she'd be able to stop worrying. He'd always want her to do it again and maybe she would or maybe she wouldn't - he'd never know.

Closer..., closer..., he grabbed for her and caught her, but he had had enough of this particular tease - and so had Jan. He pulled her, shrieking with laughter, onto the bed where brother and sister wrestled and giggled and laughed. He took every opportunity to get his hands under her dress or to rub his naked prick against her. Sometimes it would touch her bare thigh or the back of her hand and this contact, along with her infernal teasing, had him quite a ways down the road to orgasm.

Marcia had been watching this entire episode with her knuckles pressed to her lips. She was alternatively appalled and aroused; horrified and excited as never before. She had imagined Greg's prick at times, wondering what it looked like or how it might feel, but he had in reality been handsomely endowed by nature and she had been amazed at its size. Even from ten feet away, she had seen it bob and sway and had noticed the smooth, rounded head go from light to dark pink and finally to a deep red under Jan's relentless teasing.

And Jan! Her wishy-washy little sister now obviously had the biggest and strongest of the Brady boys under her complete control. Shy little Jan who, not long ago, had invented an imaginary boyfriend, was doing things Marcia had never even dreamed of; taunting, tempting and unabashedly cockteasing her older brother!

She continued to watch the pair tussling and fighting on the bed. Jan’s small body felt as light as a feather and although Greg could easily have held her down, he preferred it when she was on top as it gave him more opportunity to feel her up. He had her dress bunched up over her waist and his erect cock was nuzzling the front of her warm thighs when she shifted slightly and it popped up between her legs. She stopped fighting and squeezed her thighs together, trapping his prick between them with its plum-colored head protruding an inch or two behind her. She squeezed hard again and he groaned in pleasure - Jan's soft, smooth, thighs gripping his aching rod - it felt unbelievably good!

All Marcia could see from the closet was Jan's back, her panty-covered bum and her long legs fitted between Greg's slightly spread ones. Her head was on his shoulder and her blonde hair covered them both. Marcia could also see a couple of inches of Greg's throbbing cock capped by the shiny head trapped between Jan's pale thighs an inch or two below her panties. She could hear him groaning.

Jan crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together again, this time really hard, and Greg groaned once more.

"Like that?" Jan said quietly. "Do you like that a lot?" She squeezed again.

He could barely answer, his young body awash with desire and previously unimagined sensations.

She slowly began to raise her hips, allowing the tortured head of Greg's cock to slide against her smooth skin until it just disappeared between her legs. She held it there a moment cushioned by her warm, resilient flesh then just as slowly lowered herself until the head once again projected a few inches. She could feel his body tense under her. Again she raised herself until the throbbing head was surrounded by her smooth thighs, held him a few seconds then lowered herself back down. A third time, up and down.

Jan spoke quietly, but loud enough that Marcia, ten feet away in the closet, could hear every word. "I'll bet that feels a lot like fucking, don't you think? I guess we could call it ‘play fucking’!” She giggled. “Like playing house or playing cowboys, this is play fucking! We can't do the real thing, of course; I'm only eleven and besides, I'm your sister! But if you want, I can get you off by play fucking..." 

"Uhhhnnnhhh!" Greg's hands closed onto Jan's hips and he tried to urge her up and down. He instinctively began thrusting back and forth between her legs and she reached back to gently close her slim, cool fingers around the exposed head of his overheated cock. He moaned again and quickened the pace of his thrusting, raising himself from the mattress in an attempt to find more of her dancing, flicking fingertips.

Marcia swallowed hard. "Geez," she thought, "Jan's masturbating him with her thighs! If she keeps going like that, he's going to shoot all over her!"

But Jan removed her hand and relaxed the pressure her legs were exerting on Greg's cock. His moan of frustration was almost a sob. Jan brushed her hair away from his face and again whispered into his ear. "That felt good, didn't it? Do you want me to do it some more? I will if you want."  He mumbled what she took to be assent, so she resumed the intermittent squeezing. She raised and lowered her hips once more. "Do you want me to keep doing this to you until you cum?"

"Yes..., Oh, God, Jan, Yes! Please, Please!"

"Are you sure?" Her voice was low and silky, yet undeniably child-like. "Do you really want to cum between my thighs?" She raised and lowered her hips again, then again, then again. She maintained a slow, regular rhythm: up and down, up and down. Greg's cockhead poked in and out from the back of Jan's legs.

"Mmmmm! I like using my legs to excite you. Feels good to me too, your hot, hard prick pressing against the insides of my thighs...."

Marcia watched the painfully swollen head of Greg's cock appear then disappear between Jan's pale thighs again and again. She could hear his begging and sense his distress from ten feet away! She felt herself getting moist between her legs as she watched.

Greg groaned and squirmed underneath Jan's little body, once again holding her hips to guide her up and down around his cock. She moved with him, squeezing her thighs together as he thrust back and forth with increasing speed.

"You're getting close now, aren't you?" she breathed. "Make sure you pull my dress all the way up - I don't want you to get any cum on it when you squirt - and you're getting ready to squirt right now, aren't you?"

"Uhhhh! Yeah. Oh, God, Jan, that feel's so good...."

"C'mon, Greg, let it go! Shoot your cum onto my legs!" She reached back to tickle the head of his cock again as it emerged from between her thighs and he began to moan and buck under her. She squeezed her long legs together as hard as she could and had to hold on to the edge of the bed to maintain her position as he pushed against her. There was one final, deep thrust; she felt his hands clutch her pantied ass and as she heard him cry out she felt a hot, wet sensation on the back of her legs. Jan felt his body stiffen and relax, stiffen and relax under her as he shot stream after stream of hot sperm into the air where it fell onto the back of her thighs and the sheer nylon of her panties. Again and again, the contractions wracked his body, releasing all the pent-up tension she had been building in him with her calculated tease until with a drawn out "Ohhhhhh!" he finally relaxed under her.

Jan stretched forward for the box of tissues on the bedside table then reached behind her to wipe Greg's sperm from the back of her legs. "There. I'll bet you don't mind my teasing now, do you?" She climbed off, pulled down her dress and went over to the dresser for a clean pair of panties. She reached under her skirt, slid down the damp pair and pulled up the new ones. Greg had struggled to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.

"Jan, you are amazing!" he said. "That was just incredible!" She smiled at him. Now that he knew what she could do to him - what she would do to him - she was sure he'd do just about anything to have her get him off again. Certainly, he would keep a secret.....

Marcia had seen it all. Watching Greg's purple cockhead spurting cream all over Jan's thighs had made her extremely excited. It was a scene that she would replay in her mind later that night, when Jan and Cindy were asleep and she could stroke herself to her own orgasm. But what really affected her was how Jan had been able to completely control her much bigger, stronger brother with her teasing. Making Greg cum had finished it off, but he had been hers from the first time she had lifted her skirt. She remembered his hot, flushed face and his heavy breathing as Jan slowly exposed her panties; were all men that easy to control? A bit of sex-tease and they'd eat out of your hand? Her mind whirled with ideas as she patiently waited for Jan and Greg to get organized and head downstairs. When she heard the television, she quietly left the closet, sneaked down the stairs and out the patio doors. It would be a long time before she forgot about the events of this night!

*****

Act Eight

In which Marcia devises a Cunning Plan and
Peter gets all worked up for nothing

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Marcia lay on her back under the bedsheets gently stroking the lips of her pussy. Thinking about what she had seen earlier between Greg and Jan had turned her on to the point where she had fingered herself to an orgasm so intense that she had barely been able to muffle her moaning. Now, as her middle finger caressed the soft slickness between her legs, she thought about Warren Mulhaney, her almost-boyfriend. He was in high school and although Marcia was still in junior high, they had gone out twice so far and had even done some necking up at Lookout Point the last time. She knew that on their next date, he’d probably try to put his hand up her skirt or touch her breasts and that was O.K. - she was even looking forward to it - but she was sure he would also want her to do more and she really didn’t know what or how. What did boys like? There was no way she would fuck – Warren or anyone else – until she was at least eighteen. It was a promise she had made to herself and to her Mom. Obviously Greg liked what Jan had done to him – ‘play fucking’ - but Warren and Marcia would be in the closed confines of Warren’s car – at least for their next few dates. What to do? Kathy had told her that boys jerked off – maybe Warren would like her to do that to him. But she didn’t know how to do it properly! She would seem like a little kid if she asked Kathy; but there had to be someone…..

A seed of an idea began to grow in her pretty head. Her brother Peter was still trying to look up her dress whenever he had the chance and Marcia was sure he must jerk off afterwards. Why bother looking, otherwise? She could maybe excite him on purpose, then watch him to see how he does it. With the half-formed plan floating around in her pretty head, Marcia finally drifted off into sleep.

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The next evening, Marcia found Peter in the family room watching TV. Most of the clan were out for pizza and then grocery shopping and Greg had left for a date. Her plan now fully formed, she had put on her shortest dress and a pair of strappy, mid-heeled shoes, taken her copy of ‘Teen Beat’ into the family room and settled onto the couch. She glanced at Peter, who was sitting in an easy chair against the adjacent wall and caught him looking at her legs. He quickly redirected his eyes back to the TV screen.

Marcia crossed her legs, making sure that her dress slid quite a way up her thigh, and continued reading. A minute or two later, she crossed her legs the other way and although she didn’t look directly at him, she was sure that Peter's eyes were on her more than they were on the screen.

Now that she had his attention, she put a cushion against the arm of the couch, rested her head against it and stretched her legs out along the seat cushions. She balanced the magazine on her tummy and continued to read. From this angle, she could see him at the edge of her magazine and he was definitely looking her way. ‘Time to ramp this up.’ she thought to herself. She let the magazine drop to her chest and closed her eyes, feigning sleep. She could see him through her eyelashes.                                         

Peter returned to the TV for a minute or two and then once again let his eyes roam over his older sister’s body. She shifted slightly and raised her left knee until her dress slid up over the nylon pantyhose to the top of her thigh. Peter should be able to see just a sliver of white panties from where he sat. Marcia lay still for a moment then shifted again, this time bringing up the other knee. Her dress was now bunched at the top of her legs. She saw Peter, now completely oblivious to the television, slowly bring his hand to his lap where he began rubbing his crotch with the tips of his fingers.

‘Got him!’ thought Marcia. ‘He’s really turned on, now!’

She let him feast his eyes on the back of her thighs for a minute or two but as she didn’t want him to come off in his pants, she yawned and stretched. Peter started and snatched his hand away from his crotch. Pretending she hadn’t noticed, Marcia stood up and walked into the kitchen. As she poured a glass of milk, Peter came through on his way to the stairway; she was sure he was headed to his room for a badly needed jerk off session. Phase one of her plan was complete.

She waited in the kitchen for a couple of minutes before going upstairs and into her own room. Slipping quietly into the bathroom the girls shared with the boys, she put her ear to the sliding door to the boy’s bedroom. She could hear a rhythmic squeak from the mattress and the occasional grunt and moan from her brother. ‘Here we go…..’ she thought.

Marcia slid open the door and walked straight over to the top bunk where Peter lay with his jeans and underpants around his knees and his erect penis in his fist. He was well and truly busted!

“Marcia!!” Peter jumped and tried to cover himself. “What are you doing? Get out of here!!” Flustered, angry and very, very embarrassed, he was trying to pull up his pants under the sheet.

“What were you doing, Peter?” asked Marcia with a tilt of her pretty blonde head. “Were you masturbating?”

“None of your business!” he retorted, trying to regain some composure while lifting himself to pull his underwear up over his ass. “Get out of here. I’m going to tell!!”

“Tell what?” she asked. “Tell that you got all hot and bothered looking up my skirt? And when you went to jerk off while thinking about me, I caught you doing it? Is that what you're going to tell Mom and Dad?”

Peter was silent. He hadn’t thought it through that far. “Just get out!”

“Just a minute – not so fast.” She looked at Peter who was still fumbling under the sheet. “Let’s make a deal.”

Peter stopped fumbling and looked at her. She continued. “You keep trying to peek up my skirt – don’t deny it; I’ve caught you twice and I see you do it more often than not. How would you like it if I let you have a really good look?” She leaned towards him and lowered her voice. “Up close and everything. But you’d have to do exactly what I want.”

Peter finally had his pants zipped. He threw off the sheet and climbed down the ladder to face his sister.

“I don’t get it.” he said suspiciously. “You told Mom when you caught me the last time.”

“I know,” she replied, “because you were being a sneak. But not this time. Admit it, you look up my skirt so you can think about my panties when you masturbate, right?” Peter admitted nothing, but the question had been rhetorical. “And I want to see how a guy masturbates, so it’s a perfect match. Let me see how you do it to yourself and I’ll show you my panties!”

Peter was suffering a bit of emotional whiplash. In less than two minutes, he had gone from the embarrassment of being caught jerking off to having his gorgeous older sister suggest that he do it again, but while actually watching her! Maybe she was only kidding; maybe it was a trap of some kind and the uncertainty made him hesitate. "I dunno...."

"Oh, for crying out loud, Peter!" said Marcia impatiently. "Isn't this what you want to see?"

She climbed two steps of the ladder on the bunk bed then bent forward and rested her elbows on the upper mattress. This position caused the back of her short dress to uncover her panty-covered ass; Peter's face was only a foot away from Marcia's thighs - so close he could see the individual stitches of her sheer pantyhose and the lace trim on her white bikini panties - and his prick immediately returned to full hardness. She hadn't been fooling! This was exactly what he wanted to see!!

Marcia looked back over her shoulder and watched as his face began to flush. She bent over a little more.

"There you are, you little perv!" she said with a half-smile. "Have a good look so you can jerk off later." She wiggled her hips slightly. "Or you can jerk off right now and let me see. What do you think?"

Peter's hesitation was now gone. He fumbled with his pants as Marcia carefully descended the ladder and pushed him gently backwards until he flopped down onto Greg's bed. He fell back onto the pillows, raised his hips and pushed his jeans and jockeys back down over his ass. His smooth young cock stood straight up and he closed his fist around it. Marcia came over and stood by the bed, looking at him.

"Go on," she ordered, "start jerking it."

"I will, but show me your panties again, O.K? You said I could see them." His desire to see under Marcia's skirt made his voice sound almost plaintive.

His sister lifted her dress and stood closer to Peter's head. She watched his eyes grow round and heard his breathing speed up as he started jacking off. She rested her hands, holding the hem of her print dress, on her hips, spread her legs slightly and looked back and forth between Peter's face and his pounding fist. He pumped hard and fast, eager to cum while looking at Marcia's long, nyloned legs. This was even better than he had imagined it could be in his wildest masturbatory fantasies! Her legs were long and shapely under the sheer beige pantyhose; the strappy heels giving a nice turn to her calves. He beat away at his erect cock.

"Why so hard, Peter?" asked Marcia. "It has to hurt when you pump it like that!" Was this the way boys liked it? So hard and fast?

Peter just grunted - he was well on his way to orgasm and his attention was riveted on Marcia's exposed panties. He had discovered the pleasures of self-stimulation only a couple of months ago and due to the fact that he shared a room with his two brothers and a bathroom with five other kids, his technique was to reach orgasm in as little time as possible - hence the rapid pounding of his fist.

"Geez, Peter, you're going to hurt yourself!" She dropped her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed at Peter's hip. Reaching for his flying fist, she grabbed his wrist and moved it away from his erect cock. "Here. Let me try."

She closed her hand lightly around his erect penis and gave it a slight squeeze. It felt really nice - hot and hard, yet the skin was so soft. She squeezed again and Peter gasped. It was the first time that a girl had touched his cock and the feeling was indescribable! Marcia started moving her hand just as she had seen him do but much more slowly and very gently. The Brady boys were uncircumcised and she was fascinated by the way the plum colored head emerged as her hand retracted his foreskin on the downstroke. Up and down...., up and down, the head peeking out at the bottom of every stroke.

Peter moaned and the muscles of his ass tensed up, urging his prick further into his sister's fist. She gave him a few more slow strokes then shook it gently from side to side. Playing with it like a kitten with a new toy, she waved it around, pulled it past vertical and released it so that his cock smacked back onto his stomach, then traced her finger lightly over his hairless balls. She knew enough to be careful with them and gently moved them around with her finger before taking them into the palm of her small hand and giving them a slight squeeze.

"Tell me if it starts to hurt" she said and squeezed a little harder. Peter's body tensed in the anticipation of pain, but she was careful. She wanted to know just how sensitive a boy was there so carefully increased the pressure.

"Tell me when it hurts and I'll stop right away." she said, squeezing harder. "There?"

Peter's ass muscles tightened, but there was still no pain, just a pleasant sensation of pressure.

"No, that's still O.K." She squeezed a little more. "There?"

There was just a hint of discomfort but his prick was now harder and more erect than it had ever been. Surprised that having Marcia squeeze his balls felt so good, he shook his head, "No." She increased the pressure of her little hand.

Now the pain was evident, but the excitement was blurring the edges. He could take a little more.

"Hurts just a little, Marcia, but it feels good, too. Keep going. I'll let you know when it gets bad"

She really wasn't squeezing very much and the knowledge that she could virtually incapacitate Peter with one hard squeeze was strangely intoxicating. She would never, ever hurt him like that, but knowing that she could..... She squeezed his balls harder.

Now the pain was becoming uncomfortable despite his rock-hard erection. "O.K. Marcia. Enough!"

She held him for about three more seconds - just to show him that she could - then released the pressure and very gently rubbed them again with her fingertips, easing away the ache she had caused. Peter's body relaxed for a moment, but when Marcia's hand returned to his shaft and began an agonizingly slow pumping he began to squirm slightly. Up and down...., up and down....

 She shifted sideways on the bed so that she could reach him with both hands.

"Marcia, Oh Marcia, that's good," Peter's voice was becoming ragged. He rested his hand on her thigh. "Can I.....?" He slid it up a few inches towards the hem of her skirt. "Please?"

She released Peter's cock and it lay rigid, bobbing with his heartbeat a few centimeters above his stomach. Marcia stroked the underside gently while considering his request.

"Can you what, Peter? Tell me what you want." She pulled his foreskin tight with one hand and used the other to run a fingertip over the smooth skin on the underside of his cockhead.

A sharp intake of breath. "You know...." he said, rubbing her thigh with his hand.

"What?" she teased. Her finger was now exploring the ridge at the base of the glans and he squirmed again from the rush of pleasure that resulted. "You want to put your hand up my skirt? Is that what you want?"

Marcia felt his prick throb as she said the words. That must be exactly what he wanted. She closed her fingers loosely around the shaft and resumed the gentle pumping, her hand barely touching the cock as it rose and fell. "I might let you do it" she said quietly, "but you have to ask nicely." Up and down...., up and down....

"Oh, Marcia...., that feels so nice!" He started to slip his hand past the edge of her skirt but she let go of his cock and pushed his hand back down to her knee. She returned to his swollen prick, just resting her hand on the shaft.

"You didn't ask nicely!" she chided.

Peter exhaled in frustration. "O.K. Marcia, can I put my hand up your skirt? Please?"

"That's better," she replied. "Alright. Go ahead." As Peter's hand disappeared under the material of her dress, Marcia resumed stroking, pausing after every few pumps to worry the smooth head with her other hand. Peter's fingers felt good as they rubbed and squeezed her thigh beneath her skirt and it was exciting her to know that she was arousing him even more by allowing him to touch her legs. She made her hand move a little faster on his thobbing penis. Up and down.... up and down....

A long, drawn-out moan escaped Peter's dry lips as Marcia continued masturbating her younger brother. She experimented with different grips - making a 'V' with her fingers and squeezing the penis between them while moving her hand up and down; holding the shaft motionless with one hand while twisting the other back and forth around his hot pink cockhead; rubbing her soft palm over and over the cute little slit in the head until he arched his back off the bed and cried out; but she always returned to the gentle but relentless pumping. Up and down...., up and down...., the head emerging then disappearing into her dainty little fist.

She assumed that Peter would show the same symptoms of approaching climax as she did when she fingered herself so she watched him for a rapid increase in his breathing, more pronounced squirming and the quick tensing and relaxing of his cock under her hands which would indicate that he was about to cum. She would then slow her hands, or loosen her grip and let him simmer for a minute or two before continuing. She watched his face as well as his straining, little-boy penis to see the effects she was having on him and Marcia was learning fast. If a particular squeeze or tweak or rub generated a positive reaction, she would focus on it - repeating the stimulation over and over until she began sensing the onset of his orgasm at which point she would stop and let him calm down before returning to her gentle pumping. Peter's face was bright red and his eyes had a flash of wildness as he looked down at Marcia's hand jacking him off. She realized, with more than a little excitement, that she had him under her complete control, just as Jan had done with Greg.

"Unhh, Marcia,....Ohhhhh, Marcia....., Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!

"See now, Peter?" Marcia's voice was sultry - barely above a whisper. She looked questioningly at him, her head tilted to the side. "Doesn't that feel better than beating yourself so hard and fast? She caressed the underside of the hot, smooth head with her thumb. "Slow and steady wins the race, right?" She grasped the head and twisted it gently then squeezed the base and saw a drop of clear liquid emerge from the slit.

"Oh, look!!" she cooed sympathetically, "It's crying! Have I made it cry, Peter?" She smoothed the liquid over his glans with a soft fingertip, working it into the hot, velvety skin with a circular motion. It was replaced by another drop which she massaged into the ultra-sensitive spot on the underside of the head. Round and round and round with the pad of her fingertip until the liquid was gone.  

Peter's throat was tight and he was unable to make any sound other than the occasional grunt or moan of pleasure. He couldn't believe that she was doing this to him and that it could feel so good!

"You've been a really good teacher, Peter!" said Marcia. Up and down...., up and down.... "I should do something nice for you as a ‘Thank You’. Now I wonder what you want…”

It was time to give Peter his reward. His reactions to her masturbating hands had given Marcia the confidence to carry her relationship with Warren to the next level. She now felt she could give Warren Mulhaney a handjob that would knock his socks off and she'd no doubt be his girlfriend for as long as she wanted. She tightened her grip slightly on Peter's cock and increased the speed of her pumping hand.

"Unh.., Unh..., Unh..." Peter grunted as he felt the cum rising in his balls under Marcia's relentless ministrations. She smiled and squeezed the shaft a little harder, matching the speed of her fist to Peter's grunting. The one thing left was for her to actually see a boy's orgasm - the white cum spurting from his purple cockhead and his facial expression as his body was wracked with the ultimate pleasure - and all because of her! Up and down, up and down, just a little faster...

"Peter? Marcia? We're home! Come help with the groceries!" Their mother's voice floated up from the living room.

Marcia released Peter's cock and jumped from the bed. Geez! If Mom found out about this she'd just FREAK!!! She headed for the door, but stopped for a moment and whispered loudly into Peter's ear. "Sorry, Peter. I'll just have to finish you off next time."

Peter was in a haze of desire and now frustration, but he too knew that to be caught would be unthinkable. He forced himself from the bed and pulling up his pants, followed Marcia down the stairs.

Carol and Alice were unpacking bags of groceries as Marcia strode in, beaming brightly. "Hi Mom!" Her brother followed her into the kitchen a few seconds later.

"Hi Honey," replied Carol. "There are more groceries in the car. Peter!! Are you alright??" Carol dropped the cans of peas and rushed over to him, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his brow. "You look feverish! Are you feeling O.K?"

"I'm fine, Mom, I was just taking a nap." His voice sounded cracked and hoarse.

Alice looked over at Peter's flushed face and dishevelled appearance then at Marcia heading out to the car, her short skirt swirling around her thighs.

'O.K.' thought Alice. 'Now it’s getting good. There are enough pheromones floating around in here to stun a horse! First Greg and Jan; now Marcia and Peter. It’s going to be an interesting few years around here!" She grinned and returned to the grocery bags.

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Marcia smiled to herself as she brushed her hair before the mirror. She was pleased with how things had worked out. Hiding in the closet while Jan did Greg had shown her the power of sex-tease and her own experience with Peter had confirmed that she too enjoyed the feeling of control that came from reducing a young teen to a shaking, pleading little boy desperate for the sexual pleasure that her legs and hands could provide. She had yet to fulfill her promise of bringing him off, but she made sure that he had plenty of opportunities to look up her dress. Only an hour ago, she had flipped up her skirt as she passed him in the hallway - just to keep him on the boil. She pulled the brush through her long, blonde hair.

There was a tentative knock at the door; it opened a crack and Peter stuck in his head.

"Marcia?" he whispered, "Mom and Alice are in the kitchen and everyone else is outside. Could you...? Please....? You know...... Just for a minute?"

She put down the hairbrush and turned away from the mirror. "Well..., O.K. But just for a minute."

Peter rushed towards her and stood by her thigh. He tore down his zipper and levered his already hard penis into freedom.                    

Without getting out of her chair, Marcia put one arm around his waist and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his shaft.

"Oh, God..." he moaned as she started jacking his penis, "that feels so good! He looked down, watching the purple head of his aching cock disappear into her pale, pumping fist before re-emerging, swollen and shining, to receive another languid stroke.

"Does it, Peter?" up and down.... up and down.... "Does it feel really good?"

Looking up at his face, she masturbated him for about a minute and then withdrew her hand.

"O.K. Peter, that’s enough. Better go."

"Oh, Marcia! Please, just a little longer?" he begged. She had worked on his cock for only a minute, but already had him teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Now, Peter! Mom could come in at any time." She loved teasing him like this.

"I'll tell you what," she said softly, "next time we have the house to ourselves, you can look through my closet and choose the dress and panties you want me to wear while I give you a nice, long leg show. Then if you’re good, I’ll finish you off with my hand, O.K? Right to the end this time. Would you like that?"

Peter nodded, breathing deeply. Pushing his turgid cock back ito his pants, he stumbled from the room - probably to finish what she'd begun. Looking forward to that should keep him hot and hard for quite a while! She laughed quietly to herself and resumed brushing her hair. 'I guess its true what some people say' she thought, smiling at herself in the mirror. 'Marcia Brady is a bitch!'

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Act Nine

In which Jan and Marcia share The Secret and
the Brady Boys suffer for their sins.

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It was early on Saturday morning and Carol was packing the two youngest Bradys into the back of the station wagon. She and Mike had been invited to the wedding of an old friend in San Diego and would not be home until very late that night. Cindy, who was to be a flower girl and her brother Bobby were looking forward to the trip. Mike called for Marcia, Jan, Greg and Peter then stood in front of the assembled group.

"Now Alice is on vacation, so you four will be alone for the entire day. I want you to behave yourselves, do you understand?" He raised an eyebrow and waited for an answer.

"Of course we will, Daddy!" replied Marcia. "We're not kids anymore!"

Mike smiled and nodded. "O.K. We should be back shortly after midnight. 'Bye, now!" He kissed the the two girls on the cheek then slapped Greg and Peter on the shoulders as he made his way to the car. Carol rolled down the window.

"Don't forget, girls, the dry cleaner will be here this morning for a pickup. The bag is in the laundry room - put whatever you need cleaned in the bag."

"Will do, Mom. Bye!" Mike backed out of the driveway and the car quickly disappeared down the street.

The boys went back to their breakfast while Jan and Marcia went up to their room to make their beds and get the clothing for the dry cleaners. Jan pulled her bedsheets tight.

"Marcia, would you get my red jumper out of the closet please? That's all I have for the cleaners this week."

"Sure." replied Marcia and reached into Jan's closet. The blue dress with red stripes which Jan had worn while giving Greg a thigh-job was hanging alongside the red jumper. Marcia noticed a chalky white streak on the back of the flared skirt. She pulled the dress from the closet and held it out.

"You'd better send this one as well." Marcia said. "Greg left a stain on it after all!"

Both girls froze.

"What do you mean?" asked Jan, understanding perfectly, but going through the motions. How had Marcia found out? If Greg had said anything that would be the end of their 'games'!

"Oh, Shoot!" The cat was out of the bag. Marcia paused, considering. "Can you keep a secret, Jan? Promise not to tell anyone?”

“Cross my heart!” replied Jan.

“Well,” Marcia continued, “I was going to 'borrow' your cashmere sweater that night and when I heard the two of you coming upstairs I hid in the closet. I watched you cock-teasing Greg with your raised skirt game and how you made him have an orgasm between your thighs. That was really cool, actually." Jan's face reflected the astonishment she felt. "Don't worry," continued Marcia, "I won't say anything. I guess I can tell you now," her voice took on a conspiritorial tone, "I'm doing Peter as well!!"

The astonished look stayed on Jan's face as she assimilated this new information.

"You're doing Peter?" she asked incredulously.

"Uh huh. I wanted to find out how boys jacked off so I told him I'd lift my skirt for him if he showed me how he masturbated. It kind of developed from there to where now, after I tease him by showing off my panties for a while, I jerk his cock instead of just watching him do it. It's far out how I can make him moan and beg, and I like the way he squirms around. You know! I bet Greg does the same thing when you do him?"

"Sure. The longer I keep him on the edge, the more he pleads." Jan giggled. "But I've never actually jacked him off - I like him to slide it between my thighs - it feels so hot against my skin and sometimes it rubs against the crotch of my panties. That feels really good.  I do tickle his cock with my fingers, but I've never actually pumped him to an orgasm."

The girls were silent for a moment.

"Listen," said Marcia. "Mom and Dad won't be home until after midnight. Why don't we dress up tonight and try to make them crazy?  I'm sure they're hoping we'll do something with them while we're alone in the house. If we work together, we could give them a really good cock-teasing, then if you want to feel Peter's penis between your thighs for a change, I’ll give Greg a handjob! I've been wondering what he looks like when he's spurting. Jan nodded, an enormous smile on her pretty face. "Sure! That’s a great idea!"

Giggling, the two girls headed downstairs to tell Greg and Peter not to make any plans for the evening......
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The tires droned monotonously on the concrete of the interstate as the four Bradys started on their way home from the wedding. Cindy and Bobby were asleep under a blanket in the back of the station wagon. Carol looked pensively out of the side window, then turned her head towards her husband.

“I was a bit concerned a couple of weeks ago.”

Mike glanced sideways at his wife. “Really? About what?”

“About Peter.” She paused. “About all the boys, actually, but especially Peter. And Greg."

Mike raised an enquiring eyebrow and Carol explained. “Marcia accused Peter of trying to look up her skirt on the stairs a month or so ago. He denied it but it seemed pretty obvious that was what he was doing. She hasn’t mentioned it again, though, so I guess he’s stopped.” The thought that Marcia might now be actively encouraging it never entered her pretty but empty blonde head.

Mike gave her a quick glance before returning his attention to the road ahead. “I don’t think we have to worry, Carol. The boys are pretty good kids and they know what is expected of them. It was probably just a momentary lapse. Or Marcia might have been mistaken.”

“I know that,” said Carol staring into the distance, “it’s just that those teenage male hormones can be so powerful and Marcia and Jan are younger than the boys. The girls are very naïve.” She pondered the remote possibility that the boys might act inappropriately towards her two oldest daughters.  “They would have told me if they were being pressured though, so I’m sure there’s no problem.”

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It was with more than a little irony that at the very moment the words were passing Carol’s full, moist lips, Jan, wearing nothing but a pair of tight pink bikini panties and a too-small training bra, was lying on her back at the edge of her bed with her long blonde hair spread over the quilt and her legs in the air. Her puffy-sleeved blue dress and pantyhose, their purpose fulfilled, lay in a pile on the floor. Peter was holding both of her slim calves together over his right shoulder and his fully erect prick was nestled between her smooth eleven year-old thighs. The purple head protruded a good two inches out from the front of her legs and Jan was squeezing and twisting it with her fingertips. He moved his hips back and forth, the delicious sliding pressure of her smooth skin against his penis bringing him ever closer to spraying a load all over her tummy. Jan giggled and trapped the head of his cock with her fingertips as it emerged from the softness of her thighs.

“He’s like a chipmunk peeking out from his hole!” she said as she rubbed the velvety head. Peter groaned and pushed harder, exposing more of his shaft for the little girl to caress. After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand leaving his cock isolated and oozing precum.

“More, Jan. Please?” 

She grinned and shook her head mischievously. "Not yet. You're getting too close. Slide it back and forth some more first." Peter pulled back and resumed thrusting. Half a minute later her small hand was back tickling the head and again lavishing it with pinches, twists and squeezes. The pleasure was so intense, Peter's knees almost buckled under him. Again, he held her ass and thighs tight against his groin, forcing his penis to protrude as far as possible towards her flicking, teasing fingers…..

In the boys’ room next door, Greg lay on his bed with his teeth clenched; his jeans and jockeys bunched just above his knees. Marcia sat astride his thighs with her green dress pulled high, her left hand holding the base of his erection so that it stood vertically away from his stomach. His swollen glans – indeed his entire body - was being held prisoner between just the thumb and forefinger of the little blonde’s right hand. Slowly, and ever so lightly, she slid them up and down over the ridge at the base of his cockhead. Every few minutes or so, she’d stop and let his engorged penis slap against his belly, then holding it down and using just the tip of her finger, she’d make light circles around and around the sensitive underside. Using just two fingers, she had Greg writhing, moaning and begging under her ministrations. Marcia looked down into his pleading eyes and smiled gently.

“Don’t worry, Greg, I’ll make you cum, I promise! In a little while.” She ran her pink tongue over her upper lip then wrapped her entire hand around poor Greg's overheated prick and gave it half a dozen full, firm strokes before once more pulling it vertical and resuming the two finger torture. “Mom and Dad won’t be home for a couple of hours and Peter and Jan are busy in our room, so we have lots of time to play like…..this…” Greg's voice caught in his dry throat. “Oh, God, Marcia, Please…, PLEASE!”

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Mike’s gaze never left the road ahead as he agreed with his wife. “I can't imagine that Greg and Peter would try to force their attentions on the girls or do anything inappropriate. I’m sure you’re right, Honey. There’s no problem at all.”

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