The Bradys Toke Up:
Note: I don't own the Brady characters. I only own the storyline. I figured they'd eventually get into the stuff. it WAS the 70's afterall.
Greg and Marcia Brady sat in up Greg's attic room. No one suspected a thing, of course, because Greg was the grooviest senior at Westdale High and Marcia the most popular Junior. Things may have changed, however, if they knew what was really going on.
With the door closed and the windows open, Greg took a drag from his joint.
"Ahhh, nothing like relaxing" he said
Marcia nodded, as she took a few hits off her own bong. "Suuuure thing, Greg."
Greg and Marcia had been smoking pot together for quite some time. It all began the year before when Doug Simpson, a former rival and now friend of Greg's had given him a sample.
"Just try it out, man, it will loosen you up."
So nervously, Greg tried the stuff. Naturally he loved it, so he continued to buy it off Doug, who grew the shit in his backyard. He wanted to share the joy, so he told his best friend in the world, his stepsister Marcia. The two now spent almost every afternoon together, toking up in Greg's room.
That particularly sunny day, Greg was laying on his bed and Marcia on throw pillows, listening to some groovy tunes and smoking their cares away. All of a sudden though, Marcia heard footsteps.
"What's that?" she asked Greg
"What's what?"
"The noise. is someone coming?"
Greg paused. "Nahhhh.."
But someone was coming. Jan's blond head appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Hey guys.what's.." Jan sniffed the air. "What the fuck. is that Mary Jane I smell?"
Marcia got up. "Jan. please just don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?"
Jan grinned. "No prob, sis. You just gotta share the wealth."
"What????" Asked Greg "You're into this too?"
Jan nodded. "Yep. haven't you noticed that I've changed?'
"I just thought it was those anti-depressants you said you were on."
Jan laughed. "Marijuana is my anti-depressant, man!"
"Well pop a squat!" invited Greg.
"Wait," said Jan "Let me get Pete. He's into the stuff, too you know."
"No!" said Greg, "Really?"
"Are Cindy and Bobby into it too?" asked
Jan laughed. "Are you kidding? The still think cigarettes are nasty."
Marcia smiled. "At least we haven't corrupted them yet!"
"Eh, just give them a few years" said Greg.
So Jan went downstairs to find Peter. As the four kids sat around Greg's room getting jazzed, Mike and Carol were downstairs, helping Alice get ready for dinner. At 6:00, the time the Bradys always ate, Carol noticed that only Bobby and Cindy were at the table.
"Where IS everyone?" asked Carol
"I think I saw Jan go up to the attic," said Cindy who had lost her lisp (thank God-- she was in 6th grade already)
"I'll go call them." Said Mike
"Mike?" Carol whispered "What do you think the four of them are doing up there? It is time for dinner."
Mike gave Carol a knowing look. He then barged up the stairs and called up to the attic. "Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan! Dinner."
As the four kids came down, completed wasted on some pretty dank pot, Mike noticed something odd. So he said, "But first, into Jan's room. All of you."
"Well kids, I knew this would happen sooner or later, and I guess it's sooner. I know what you've been up to."
"Shit" whispered Greg, as Marcia and Jan gave each other genuinely scared looks.
"I know what you've been doing, at it's wrong, even though it may not feel that way. And it's going to stop right now."
"Sir," began Peter
"Just a minute, Peter. Kids, I know that having siblings so close in age can be tempting. Especially since you really aren't blood related. However, in this family, we don't feel that you ought to behave in such a way. It isn't healthy for our family relations."
The look on the kids faces clearly said, "What the fuck?"
"I'm not going to ask how much has happened, I'm only hoping that these little "incidents" haven't progressed beyond kissing. However, if they have, I don't want to know. I just want it to stop. There are plenty of other available teens out there for you, please limit your sexual activities to outside the Brady home. Clear?"
Relieved, the four kids responded with "Clear."
The five Bradys then trooped downstairs for dinner. They were off the hook- for now.
Note: I don't own the Brady characters. I only own the storyline. I figured they'd eventually get into the stuff. it WAS the 70's afterall.
Greg and Marcia Brady sat in up Greg's attic room. No one suspected a thing, of course, because Greg was the grooviest senior at Westdale High and Marcia the most popular Junior. Things may have changed, however, if they knew what was really going on.
With the door closed and the windows open, Greg took a drag from his joint.
"Ahhh, nothing like relaxing" he said
Marcia nodded, as she took a few hits off her own bong. "Suuuure thing, Greg."
Greg and Marcia had been smoking pot together for quite some time. It all began the year before when Doug Simpson, a former rival and now friend of Greg's had given him a sample.
"Just try it out, man, it will loosen you up."
So nervously, Greg tried the stuff. Naturally he loved it, so he continued to buy it off Doug, who grew the shit in his backyard. He wanted to share the joy, so he told his best friend in the world, his stepsister Marcia. The two now spent almost every afternoon together, toking up in Greg's room.
That particularly sunny day, Greg was laying on his bed and Marcia on throw pillows, listening to some groovy tunes and smoking their cares away. All of a sudden though, Marcia heard footsteps.
"What's that?" she asked Greg
"What's what?"
"The noise. is someone coming?"
Greg paused. "Nahhhh.."
But someone was coming. Jan's blond head appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Hey guys.what's.." Jan sniffed the air. "What the fuck. is that Mary Jane I smell?"
Marcia got up. "Jan. please just don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?"
Jan grinned. "No prob, sis. You just gotta share the wealth."
"What????" Asked Greg "You're into this too?"
Jan nodded. "Yep. haven't you noticed that I've changed?'
"I just thought it was those anti-depressants you said you were on."
Jan laughed. "Marijuana is my anti-depressant, man!"
"Well pop a squat!" invited Greg.
"Wait," said Jan "Let me get Pete. He's into the stuff, too you know."
"No!" said Greg, "Really?"
"Are Cindy and Bobby into it too?" asked
Jan laughed. "Are you kidding? The still think cigarettes are nasty."
Marcia smiled. "At least we haven't corrupted them yet!"
"Eh, just give them a few years" said Greg.
So Jan went downstairs to find Peter. As the four kids sat around Greg's room getting jazzed, Mike and Carol were downstairs, helping Alice get ready for dinner. At 6:00, the time the Bradys always ate, Carol noticed that only Bobby and Cindy were at the table.
"Where IS everyone?" asked Carol
"I think I saw Jan go up to the attic," said Cindy who had lost her lisp (thank God-- she was in 6th grade already)
"I'll go call them." Said Mike
"Mike?" Carol whispered "What do you think the four of them are doing up there? It is time for dinner."
Mike gave Carol a knowing look. He then barged up the stairs and called up to the attic. "Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan! Dinner."
As the four kids came down, completed wasted on some pretty dank pot, Mike noticed something odd. So he said, "But first, into Jan's room. All of you."
"Well kids, I knew this would happen sooner or later, and I guess it's sooner. I know what you've been up to."
"Shit" whispered Greg, as Marcia and Jan gave each other genuinely scared looks.
"I know what you've been doing, at it's wrong, even though it may not feel that way. And it's going to stop right now."
"Sir," began Peter
"Just a minute, Peter. Kids, I know that having siblings so close in age can be tempting. Especially since you really aren't blood related. However, in this family, we don't feel that you ought to behave in such a way. It isn't healthy for our family relations."
The look on the kids faces clearly said, "What the fuck?"
"I'm not going to ask how much has happened, I'm only hoping that these little "incidents" haven't progressed beyond kissing. However, if they have, I don't want to know. I just want it to stop. There are plenty of other available teens out there for you, please limit your sexual activities to outside the Brady home. Clear?"
Relieved, the four kids responded with "Clear."
The five Bradys then trooped downstairs for dinner. They were off the hook- for now.