The Brady Bunch: Greg And Mrs. Carol Brady First Date Rape
Written by Chris Lee
"The Brady Bunch" premiered on September 26, 1969 and has aired in reruns ever since. It started as a popular, but not too highly rated Friday night family show, but has since been catapulted to pop culture phenomenon as one of the most beloved and talked about programs in television history.
"The Brady Bunch", a simple family with simple beliefs was somewhat daring for the squeaky-clean late '60s. A mother with three blonde daughters by one marriage marries a widower with three boys, a maid and a dog. The Brady Bunch" focused on the newly blended family with universal plot lines that were familiar to anyone growing up in white, suburban, upper middle-class America
On the TV program Mike and Carol Brady were almost the perfect parents who seemed to have all the answers and did manage to teach a simplistic lesson to the kids in each half hour episodes.
It was years later that we learned that the family was not as perfect as we were led to believe. In the real world the father was gay. The real life Greg had a crush on Mrs. Brady, and did date her after the show was over. And did you ever wonder why Alice hung around the girls so much. Did Alice ever get the meat from the butcher. But the answer to this age old question is in another story.
Let us return to those not so simple times and join Marica, Greg, Jan, Peter, Bobby, Cindy, Carol, Mike, Alice, Tiger and Fluffy. Only in this episode, let get real. Or at least my version of reality.
All was quiet in the Brady household. But this was to change. They were about to leave the all most perfect, simplistic Brady world and enter the SEXUAL ZONE.
Greg and Peter had cornered the helpless Jan in the downstairs office. She was still wearing her school clothes, a sweater, short plaid skirt, white stockings and shoes. Her long blonde hair in braids down her back.
He and Peter had caught their sister with a cigarette in her school bag. "What is this?" Greg demanded from the startled and surprised Jan.
"That is not mine, I swear." Jan was aware that a cigarette was a major crime. Something that children were punished harshly for.
"Peter and I will have to tell Dad." Greg threaten.
"Please don't, Greg. I am in enough trouble already." Jan pleaded. Tears were forming in her pretty blue eyes. She really did not know how the cigarette go in her school bag. She did not understand why Greg had searched her bag.
She cried and pleaded with Greg and Peter, again claiming the cigarette was not hers.
Greg and Peter realized that they had the young frighten girl where they wanted her. Jan was not mature enough yet to tell the two boys to go to hell and walk away.
"Jan we are going to do you a big favor, since you are our sister." Greg said, with his wicked looking grin. "All you have to do is to let us see your tits."
At first Jan could not believe her ears. Surely brothers did not look at their naked sisters. Beside that, why would two boys want to look at her boobies, still too small for her to even start wearing a bra. She had asked for a training bra, but the other girls had laughed at her and wanted to know what she was training
"Peter, go get dad." Greg said. He knew by now that Jan was helpless with fear of their dad. Mr. Brady could be cruel at times to the girls. For some reason, he did not seem to like the girls.
In the end she gave in knowing that she would not be believed over Greg and Peter. Jan, feeling that this was the lessor of the evils. Jan only put up a token resistance and did not cry out, allowing the much stronger Greg to raise her sweater and let the two boys see her naked breasts. She was perhaps more frighten of being caught with her sweater up in front of the boys than the boys at forcing her to allow them the freedom of her small tittes. She had been taught that she was never ever to allow boys to see or to touch her body.
Jan's boobies, were small, still too small to be referred to as boobs. But the boobies were like two small perfect pears on her chest. Her nipples stood out at least half an inch.
To the two boys, who only experience had been some magazines that a friend had, these were thrilling. They didn't care that the boobies were small or that Jan was crying silently. These were a real girls tits. And tits are tits to young boys.
She had no choice but to stand still and allow her new brothers hands to roam freely over her small tits. They felt her small size mounds and pinched her hard nipples. She cried from the pain of the pinches. Boys did not realize how sensitive her small boobies were.
The two boys discovered that her boobies were a perfect size to suck into their mouths. Jan almost got tickled looking down seeing the two boys bent over, each with one of her boobies in their months. They looked funny to her, as if they were attached to her small chest.
The mounds rising in the front of their pants sacred her some. She had been taught that only bad girls caused boys to do such things. She had seen baby boys little things, but nothing had prepared her for the large things seemly trying to force their way out of front of the boy's pants.
She was also experiencing some delightful feeling. Surely her small body was not causing the two boys that kind of excitement. Like most young girls she deep down wanted to be the kind of girl who could excite boys "that way".
This would make her a "bad girl". After all she was being made to let the boys see her naked body and suck on her small tities. She was trying not to feel any of the strange feeling that were shooting through and through her virgin body.
Greg, after a few thrilling moments of tity sucking, tried to run his hands down the front of her short skirt to feel her between her legs. He did manage to get a feel of her pussy mound through her skirt. At this she had ran away crying. Both boys called her a cry baby.
She did not tell anyone. Jan did not want any one to know that she had let two boys suck on her tities.
Greg and Peter were thrilled at the sight and feel of her her young firm boobies. Greg had known all along the the cigarette was not hers. The two boys had planted it in her school bag. The thrill of seeing and touching their first boobs for out weighed the sorrow and pain to the younger sister.
Meanwhile, in the upstairs master bedroom, Marica had a problem, a senior football player had ask her out on a date. The problem was, he did not have a car. A small DUI problem. Marica had to come up with a car and a case of beer. So as any good little freshman high school girl would do, she turned to her Mother, the always helpful Mrs. Carol Brady.
"Marica, how could you be so dumb." The always understanding Carol Brady said. "All a senior boy wants from a freshman girl is a piece of pussy."
Marica was shocked at her Mom using a word like 'pussy'. If one of the girls had said that, their mouths would have been washed out with soap. Marica had been taught that good girls never ever thought about such things. She felt guilty the few times she had touch and played with herself. She knew that it was not suppose to feel good to touch yourself, but it did.
Once when she was young and the girls all slept together, she and Jan had touched each other. That had felt really good. Their young pussy's had gotten so wet from their forbidden touches. But they both were feeling so guilty the next day that they never did that again.
"Mom, you don't understand," Marica pleaded. "This is my big break, cheer leading tryouts are in two weeks, without the football players on my side. I don't have a chance."
"Do you want to be a cheerleader that bad." Mrs. Brady was thinking that she needed to have a long talk with Marica about boys, their always ready cocks and their need for pussy. It was too late. Marica was at the age where she knew everything. She did not believe for a moment that all the nice boys who were now paying attention to her were only interested in her body. Her body was something she still believe that she was going to save for the perfect man after a beautiful marriage in a large church. She would be carried to a honeymoon suite and change to a white night gown. After that, she was not sure of the detail. Her new husband, would know what to do.
She was going to have to learn the hard way. And sooner than she dreamed, much sooner.
"Mom, he is not going to screw me on the first date," the young and very naive Marica continued to plead. "You will be driving."
"Marica, I am not going to a drive-in alone, with two teenagers."
"Mom, can't dad come."
"You know that your dad will never go out," Carol could hardly get him to take her out to dinner once in a while.
"Could Greg come," Marica asked? "Mom, you know that he likes you more than as a step Mother. It would be like a friendly double date."
Mrs. Brady, being a good Mother, was thinking of her daughter's future. As pretty as the natural blonde Marica was, she was not the brightest girl in the world. In 1970 the best career for a girl like Marica was a good husband. Carol knew of the boy's family. The father was a successful Lawyer, with his own law firm, was on his way to the governor's mansion within a few years. He had a big house and a horse farm in the country.
If Marica could land this boy, Carol might just dump Mike Brady. The best way to land a boy was to get pregnant. Carol had used that trick with her first husband.
With Mike Brady, she was needed as a housekeeper and a Mother to his three sons. Carol was not sure just how he got three sons. He had only fucked her less than ten times. If she had not been so desperate after her bum of a husband had dumped her, she would never have married him. At first she believe he had a problem with sex before marriage. But that was not to be the case.
And to make matter ever worse for Carol was the agreement she was forced to sign before marriage. If Mike Brady dumped her, she would have nothing but three daughters to support and no means to do so. She would be on welfare, and welfare in 1970 sucked big time. She was stuck as Mrs. Carol Brady forever, unless she could find something better.
Carol was hoping that Marica and the boy, Michael were dumb enough as to forget birth control. Carol herself, did not need any. Mr. Brady, for some reason, had not fucked his wife in over a month. If it wasn't for the house and good income, Carol would have dumped him and looked elsewhere.
After her first husband had left her, she was desperate. No job skills and stuck with three young girls. Mike Brady was a blessing. She could live without the sex. After all, her first husband had not been that good. A minute on top, and then back to the TV, leaving Carol frustrated.
Greg had agreed finally. He did not want to be seen out with his sister and Mother. It would look as he could not get a date. He agreed, only because his Mom was to wear a wig and treat it like a real date. To Greg, this meant that he stood a chance of feeling one of her great looking tits. Mrs. Brady also knew what this meant. This would not be the first time she had let her ample boobs be the prize for taking her out.
Friday night came and Marica and Mrs. Brady were preparing for the big date. "Mom, you can't go looking like that." Marica said with that teenager pained look.
"What is wrong with this look."
"Mom, it makes you look to old. Wear this." Marica said, holding up one of her short flashily skirts and tight sweaters. "This will make you looks years younger."
"Oh, all right." Carol replied, getting into the mood. After all she had not been out on a date in a long time. Besides, this could be fun, being out with the teenagers.
"Mom, you are not going to wear that, are you."
"You gave me this sweater." Carol said, looking a little puzzled.
"No, the bra. Mom, this is 1970, girls do not wear bras on dates."
"Marica, yours Mother does."
"Mom, with boobs like yours, you shouldn't." Marica said. "Greg will go crazy seeing you."
"Ok, just to please you. Just do not tell your father." As Carol was looking in the mirror, she was please with how her breasts stood out under the tight sweater. She was actually wearing her daughter's clothes. Except for the bigger boobs, Carol and Marica wore the same dress size. She had not gained any weight since high school.
Wearing one of Marica's latest style short skirts and lacy black panty-hose, with black silky panties on top she could easily past for a teenager. The short ass-fitting skirt and low-cut braless sweater insured that no boy would be giving her face a close look. Carol was very pleased with herself. She was feeling excited as a teenager on a date. Greg was a good looking young boy. If he was not her stepson, she would be giving him the once over.
As they were walking to the car, Carol was a little embarrassed by the stares of Greg looking at her breasts and hard nipples under the sweater. Both she and Marica's tits were showing under their sweaters. The main difference between the two, was that Carol had bigger tits. Marica would some day catch up with her Mother in tit size.
Carol was wearing a long blonde wig so the two girls looked like sisters from a short distance. Carol did not want her friends to recognize her out on a date with teenager. The boy that Marica was seeing did not know her. No reason to let him know that she was Marica's Mother. That could take away some of the fun.
Carol picked up a case of beer on the way to pick up Michael. Michael was a good looking young boy. Almost too good looking. As a football star at the high school, he had no reason not to be conceited. He was used to getting his on way. He saw no reason that tonight would be any different. Some beer, a piece of pussy from the young freshman girl. He couldn't quite remember her name. He would remember it Monday, when he told all his buddy's about being the first to fuck the hot little blonde. Tomorrow, he had a regular date with his steady, so he had to be in early. Michael also thought about fucking the older blonde in the front seat with the geek Greg. Maybe later.
"Hi Michael," Greg said with a hero worshiping look. If he could get in good with Michael, his luck with girls at school would greatly improve. He did not hesitate to use his sister to improve his changes of getting in good with the in-people at school. It wasn't his fault that Marica was so dumb.
Greg knew that Marica was going to get fucked. Carol knew that Marica was going to get fucked. After all Carol had been in high school. The first boy to fuck her had been a baseball team captain. The only one that did not know was Marica, not yet.
At the drive-in, Michael had made more room for the couple by letting the back seat of the Brady station wagon down make the back one level area. Marica and Michael had gotten into the back on a blanket and were laying side by side.
In the front seat, Greg had slid over next to his new Mother. The better to see her tits under the tight sweater and to watch the couple in back of the wagon in the rear view mirror. He was eager to see his sister getting screwed. Only the sight of his new Mom's tits under the low cut sweater was closed to that excitement. He had thought of screwing Carol Brady, he had thought of little else since he agreed to going out together. But he knew that would be too much too hope for. The older woman would never agreed to letting his cock near her pussy.
At first there was nothing interesting to see in the back seat. Michael drink two beers, Carol drink three. Greg and Marica slipped on one apiece.
At last after his beers Michael got down to business. He kissed Marica fully on the mouth and cupped her boob with one hand. "Nice and very firm," he thought
He started to lift Marica's sweater to get a better feel of those tits. At this, Marica, being the 'good girl' she had been raised to be, pushed his roving hands away. Good girls did not let boys hands on their tits until the third or fourth date.
Michael's concept of a good girl was one that laid down and was quiet until he had fucked them. He forced his hand under her sweater over her feeble attempts to stop him and pushed her sweater up to her neck. Marica did have nice firm tits. Her hard nipples stood out.
Even Greg seeing Marica tits for the first time was impressed. Greg did not realize that Marica's tits were that big. These were only the second pair of tits he had ever seen. Not surprising, Marica tits were much larger than Jan.
Greg looked down at his Mother's low cut sweater thinking about what her larger tits much look like. He could not conceal his hard on.
Marica had known that her sweater was going to get lifted. She was prepared to allow her virgin breasts to be felt up by the boy. She tried holding her sweater away from her body hoping that her Mother and brother would not see his hands and month on her boobs. She wasn't aware that it was too late for that. Greg and her Mother had seen her tits and see the hands moving under the girl's raised sweater.
In the front seat, Greg had his arm around his Mom. He let his hand lightly drop to her sweater covered boob. Mrs. Brady, watching the back seat, getting a slight feeling of warmth in her body, was at first not aware of her son feeling her breast. In all her years, Carol had never seen another girl getting her pussy screwed. Somehow surprised, she was excited about seeing her daughter 'the know it all' Marica getting her very first fuck.
Carol felt the very nervous hand of her stepson, Greg, moving very slightly on her boob. At the same time she saw Greg's huge hard on under his pants. She was impressed. He did not get that from his father. Seeing the effect she was having on the teenage boy made her proud. She still had it. Maybe she could not get to the father, but the son sure did appreciated her slim firm body. She moved his hand off her boob. After all, she could not allow her son to feel her up without a show of resistance.
Greg was too excited now to stop. He waited only a moment before returning his hand to Carol's tit. With what was going on in the back of the station wagon, Carol decided to let him have his feel of his mom's tit. After all they were pretending to be on a date.
Having Greg on her side could help her in the future with the problems she was having at home with his father. She would not be the first step Mother to win over the son with the implied promise of future sex. Letting him touch her boobs would be a very cheap price for his loyalty. As a woman, she had learned that often the promise of sex, was better for her than actually delivering on the implied promise. She had no plans of ever going further with the teenager.
In the back Marica was thinking that girls did let boys feel their tits in payment for taken them out and spending money on them. That is just the way things were done in 1970. Only most of the time, girls pretended not to notice that hand there or on their leg. If the girl did not know what a boy was doing, then she was still a good girl.
Carol watching her daughter's skirt being roughly pulled up, a hand reaching under Marica black silky panties, was getting a little excited also. She was surprised at the excitement she felt from watching her daughter's rape of her virgin pussy.
Marica was surprised at the hand reaching under her skirt and forcing his hand into her panties and under the tight panty hose, all the way to her blonde virgin pussy. This she was not prepared for. She was prepared for a little tit action, but no more. She pulled and shoved Michael's hand away roughly angrily
"Stop that," Marica demanded. She fully expected the boy to stop. Marica was used to teenage boys doing as she wanted. No questions asked. She was not prepared to deal with a older boys who was not impressed with her blonde innocent little girl look.
Michael was not about to be put off by some little blonde freshman cunt. He smacked her lightly across the face. Just enough to let her know who was boss here. What was the matter with the dumb little blonde, didn't she know what she was here for, he was thinking. A little freshman cunt did not go out with one of the football heroes without giving up some pussy. Michael had a very high opinion of himself as a cockman.
Marica looked to the front of the car for help. Surely her Mother and brother would help her. She was disappointed by the 'I told you so' look on her Mother's face. Her Mother was not going to help. Marica was shocked more by her Mother allowing a boy to touch her daughter than by what Michael was doing. Mothers were suppose to come to the defense of their daughter's honor.
Her brother was busy with her Mother boobs. She was on her own. Now she wished she had taken her girlfriends advise and brought some of those rubber things for protection.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Mr Double's Palisade A MrDouble Production:
Changes last made on: Friday, May 26, 2000