It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day — just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady’s.
Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom’s car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.
Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike’s clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!
Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.
“Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?” Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night.
“Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!”
Everybody ran up the stairs to Greg’s room, even Alice and Tiger. They all KNEW what Friday night meant up in Greg’s room. Not only speed and dope, but if they were lucky, maybe a bit of a “family affair” might start up, like it did LAST Friday. That would be great! Groovy!
Once everybody had sniffed a bit of Greg’s magic powder, Peter asked the group if it wanted to play “GQ Model”, like they did last Friday. “YAAAAAAY!”, said Cindy. She loved this game. So did Bobby! Oh yeah… Bobby LOVED GQ Model! Because it was always Bobby that got to pose for the group.
The rest of the family never told Bobby (cause they figured he’d be upset) that the pictures of him were sent to that strange man down the street to be used for some magazine that none of them had ever heard of. Yes…. In fact, Peter once said that he SAW some of the Bobby pictures a couple of weeks after playing GQ Model. Peter was in a drugstore, and he saw the picture that HE took of Bobby outside on the jungle jim. It was the picture where you could see Greg’s hands doing something to Bobby’s privates. It was making Bobby hard for the camera.
Anyway, everybody at this point was shaking and sweating profusely cause of Greg’s great speed. Alice was already pulling out her vibrator, and nervously fingering the switch. Everytime she made it go WRRRRRRRR, Tiger would start to wag his tail. Tiger KNEW what Alice’s “Love Gun” could do to a feisty beat up mutt.
Marsha walked over to Bobby and grabbed his crotch. “No!”, cried Bobby, “unbutton my shirt, and I want Peter to pull my pants down, like last week!” OK. Bobby got his way. Like he always did. They knew that if they let Bobby call some of the shots early in the GQ game, Bobby would owe each of them a few favors. [...]

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