The Brady Bunch.more to come.maybe.my first fic, so be kind, I didn't try
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"GREG!" screamed Mrs. Brady from her room.
"What do you want 'Mom,'" said Greg in a sarcastic tone. That spring, there had been many problems in their house. Greg had just turned 17 and was ready to be out on his own. He was tired of hearing about how great his younger sister, Marcia, was.
"What do you think I want? I just got a call from Mrs. Carrington. You're in big trouble. GET UP HERE NOW!" From the tone of her voice, the oldest Brady son knew he was going to have a serious punishment.
The previous night he had had some "fun" with Janice Carrington. He asked her to prom and she reacted as though he asked her to marry him. Greg's hormones were pretty strong and Janice smelt so good. Thinking about it again, he smiled as he climbed the stairs to Mr. and Mrs. Brady's room.
"What did you do this time, Greg?" Marcia was getting to be a stuck up slut nowadays. Greg often wondered why she even bothered putting on clothes. She had slept with at least 15 guys since she turned 15.
"Nothing you haven't done," was his only reply to her query.
As Greg entered the bedroom, he noticed his father and mother looking very upset. "What crawled up your butts?"
"Young man, we will not stand for that kind of language spoken in this house," sternly stated Mr. Brady. "Would you like to tell us exactly what happened between you and that young Miss Carrington last night?"
"Sure, if you like porn, of course. Judging by your underwear drawer, I would guess that you do."
"GREG!" gasped Mrs. Brady.
"What Mom? Have you never heard of pornography before? I'm surprised you haven't stumbled upon dad's healthy supply of Playboys yet."
"Now son, as much as I love you, you're making it difficult to like you," Mr. Brady always tried to be kind and understanding.
"Alright, Dad. That's.good to know. Anyway, Mom, what did you want?"
"As you know, I talked to Mrs. Carrington today. She said that her daughter didn't get home until 11:30 last night."
"11:30? She was upset at her being home at 11:30?! Most of my friends, and her friends for that matter, don't get home at all." Greg was honest. A new fad had entered his school of staying out all weekend and never telling your parents where you're going. "Why am I getting in trouble for her lack of tactfulness to be sure to get home before curfew?"
"Mrs. Carrington said that Janice would've been home earlier if she hadn't be 'talking' to you. It was your responsibility to see that she got home."
"B.S." said Greg under his breath. "She had a watch on and never told me to take her home any earlier that what I did."
"Well, Gregory. I don't think you should be going to prom."
"OK, that's fine with me." Greg hated to dance and the only reason he asked Janice to prom was so that he would have a chance of getting some action. Since he had gotten plenty the previous night, he was satisfied with not being able to go to prom. Now he even had an excuse to break up with Janice. A smiled crept upon his face.
"I'm glad you're in a mood to smile. If we receive any more phone calls like this, you will be grounded." Mrs. Brady was obviously in a bad mood. Even Mr. Brady could tell. He knew he wasn't going to get any tonight.
This story will be continued with Mr. Brady's point of view.
"GREG!" screamed Mrs. Brady from her room.
"What do you want 'Mom,'" said Greg in a sarcastic tone. That spring, there had been many problems in their house. Greg had just turned 17 and was ready to be out on his own. He was tired of hearing about how great his younger sister, Marcia, was.
"What do you think I want? I just got a call from Mrs. Carrington. You're in big trouble. GET UP HERE NOW!" From the tone of her voice, the oldest Brady son knew he was going to have a serious punishment.
The previous night he had had some "fun" with Janice Carrington. He asked her to prom and she reacted as though he asked her to marry him. Greg's hormones were pretty strong and Janice smelt so good. Thinking about it again, he smiled as he climbed the stairs to Mr. and Mrs. Brady's room.
"What did you do this time, Greg?" Marcia was getting to be a stuck up slut nowadays. Greg often wondered why she even bothered putting on clothes. She had slept with at least 15 guys since she turned 15.
"Nothing you haven't done," was his only reply to her query.
As Greg entered the bedroom, he noticed his father and mother looking very upset. "What crawled up your butts?"
"Young man, we will not stand for that kind of language spoken in this house," sternly stated Mr. Brady. "Would you like to tell us exactly what happened between you and that young Miss Carrington last night?"
"Sure, if you like porn, of course. Judging by your underwear drawer, I would guess that you do."
"GREG!" gasped Mrs. Brady.
"What Mom? Have you never heard of pornography before? I'm surprised you haven't stumbled upon dad's healthy supply of Playboys yet."
"Now son, as much as I love you, you're making it difficult to like you," Mr. Brady always tried to be kind and understanding.
"Alright, Dad. That's.good to know. Anyway, Mom, what did you want?"
"As you know, I talked to Mrs. Carrington today. She said that her daughter didn't get home until 11:30 last night."
"11:30? She was upset at her being home at 11:30?! Most of my friends, and her friends for that matter, don't get home at all." Greg was honest. A new fad had entered his school of staying out all weekend and never telling your parents where you're going. "Why am I getting in trouble for her lack of tactfulness to be sure to get home before curfew?"
"Mrs. Carrington said that Janice would've been home earlier if she hadn't be 'talking' to you. It was your responsibility to see that she got home."
"B.S." said Greg under his breath. "She had a watch on and never told me to take her home any earlier that what I did."
"Well, Gregory. I don't think you should be going to prom."
"OK, that's fine with me." Greg hated to dance and the only reason he asked Janice to prom was so that he would have a chance of getting some action. Since he had gotten plenty the previous night, he was satisfied with not being able to go to prom. Now he even had an excuse to break up with Janice. A smiled crept upon his face.
"I'm glad you're in a mood to smile. If we receive any more phone calls like this, you will be grounded." Mrs. Brady was obviously in a bad mood. Even Mr. Brady could tell. He knew he wasn't going to get any tonight.
This story will be continued with Mr. Brady's point of view.