A Brady Bunch
By: 70's Child
DISCLAIMER: Well I have give the obligatory disclaimer so here it is:
1. The Brady Bunch and its characters are trademarks of and copyright Sherwood
Schwartz, Redwood Productions, and Paramount Television.
2. If you are not gay, underage, or find homosexual stories distasteful, then leave.
3. This is my first foray into writing. If you wish to comment, good or bad, please
send them to email@example.com.
Also see my other stories:
Night of the Strippers (Beginnings)
First Christmas From Home (Military)
Air Force Fun (Military)
Brother v. Brother (Historical, Incest, Interracial)
As we saw in the last chapter:
Monday arrived and the Bradys went to school on a wonderful sunny day. Peter arrived at Westdale, where he was a freshman. He ran into some friends and they were joking around by the lockers before class started. As the first bell rang, Peter said his good-byes, turned and before he got two steps, he ran into someone. He fell on his ass and was ready to say something until he looked at the person and he was stunned.
CHAPTER 11: Seeing Double
Peter was looking at himself or so he thought. Different clothes and glasses, but the same face, hair, and eye coloring, same everything. As the two boys rose up and dusted themselves off, they could not help but staring.
"Hey, you look like me." Peter said to the boy.
"And you look like me." the twin said in return.
"Hi. I'm Peter Brady." the teen said to his twin.
"I'm Arthur. Arthur Owens." his twin said.
"I've never seen you before." Peter said.
"I just moved here." Arthur explained. "Man, we'll freak out our teachers."
"And our families." Peter retorted. "My family would flip out."
The two look-alikes decided to meet after school to test their theory out. Arthur and Peter met at the front of the school and walked to the Brady house. As they talked, Peter noticed Arthur was sneaking glances at his crotch and thought to himself all the more fun.
The two boys arrived at the Brady house and Peter explained who was who. Oliver, Bobby, and Cindy were in the family room playing checkers. Alice was in the kitchen making pies. Jan was at the kitchen table working on a math assignment.
Arthur entered the family room. The three younger kids looked up at the teen.
"Wanna play the winner?" Bobby queried.
"I don't like checkers." Arthur replied.
"Says who?" Bobby retorted. "You're a checkers freak."
"It's a drag." Arthur answered.
He then entered the kitchen and saw Jan working.
"Pete, can you help me?" the teen girl asked. "I'm having a problem with this math."
Not knowing what Peter would do, Arthur agreed. He helped the middle Brady girl and then she asked for some help in English, which he readily agreed. Jan left to get her book and Alice called him over.
"Peter, I want your opinion on something." the housekeeper stated. "How big a hunk can you handle?"
Before the teen was two pies, a lemon meringue and a strawberry. Arthur loved strawberries and was ready to eat it.
"The hunkiest." Arthur said.
Alice began to slice a huge piece of the lemon meringue, but Arthur stopped her.
"I prefer the strawberry." the teen said.
"I made the lemon especially for you." Alice said. "Remember you're allergic to strawberries."
"I'll take my chances." Arthur said.
"It's your itch." Alice retorted. "If anyone asks, I'll be sorting out darks and lights."
As Arthur ate the pie, he went to the window and waved to Peter. The teen finished the pie and went to the carport.
"So how did it go?" Peter asked.
"Great." Arthur responded. "No one even noticed. Let's try it at my house."
"Sure, but wait here." Peter said to his twin.
Peter went in the house and saw the three kids playing checkers.
"I go the winner." Peter said to them.
"You just said checkers was a drag." Bobby retorted.
"Yeah, a drag." Oliver echoed.
"Well, I just undragged them." the teen said, going to the kitchen.
"He's not a checkers freak." Bobby said with exacerbation. "He's just a freaky freak."
As Peter went into the kitchen, he went to the lemon pie. Just then Alice walked in, looking at Peter.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him.
"Having some pie." he said.
"Which you already had." she responded, having grabbed the plate from him. "And don't blame me for your itch."
"Huh?" he said with confusion.
"You, know." she told him. "From the strawberry pie."
Realizing what happened, Peter faked scratching and telling Alice he should not have eaten it. Then the housekeeper looked at him with some confusion.
"Did you change your shirt?" she asked, noticing a different shirt.
"Nope." he said.
Alice walked away with a confused gaze. Peter grabbed the pie he sliced after she left and began to eat it. Jan entered the kitchen and sat down at the round table.
"Thanks for the help Pete." she said to her step-brother.
"What are you talking about?" he asked indignantly.
"With my English." she told me.
"Well ask next time." Peter said.
"I knew it was too good to last." Jan said.
Peter finished the pie and went out to the carport. Arthur and he left for Arthur's house and they discussed their plan. Arthur explained he had no siblings and his parents would be home around 5:30 pm. They arrived at the home and went to Arthur's room. They sat down and talked. Peter kept noticing Arthur looking at his crotch. His 7.5" grew in his pants and he noticed Arthur's cock rose to the occasion. Peter reached over and began stroking his twin's dick. Arthur returned the favor and the two closed their eyes, enjoying the feeling.
Peter began removing his shirt and Arthur followed suit. The two boys removed their pants, then their briefs, standing in all their glory. Peter looked at his twin and they were almost identical. The only noticeable differences was Arthur was uncut.
Peter pushed Arthur back on his bed and began kissing the teen. He felt like he was kissing himself and truly enjoyed the taste. Peter licked down further on Arthur's body, feeling every crevice. As he got to the uncut 7.5" he swallowed the wonderful dick, tasting the precum and slightly salty taste of piss. Peter moved his head up and down and lightly playing with the balls. Arthur moaned and squirmed all over his bed. Peter moved so his hot ass was dead-center of Arthur's mouth. Arthur ran his tongue into the wonderful musky scented hole and bathed it in spit. Arthur seemed to have an exceptionally long tongue as Peter swore the tongue played with his prostate. Arthur then pushed two fingers and massaged the anal wall with them. Peter worked his hole on the fingers and Arthur enjoyed the sensation on his digits. After a few more minutes, Peter pulled away from the fingers of his double and moved to the muscle he wanted.
Peter placed Arthur's cock at his hole and slowly lowered himself down, an inch at a time. As he got 4" in him, Peter's slowly pulled up, talking Arthur's passion with him. Peter then began the methodical movement and control of Arthur's dick. Every time Arthur tried to push up, Peter stopped and clamped his muscles onto the love missile. Arthur knew he was approaching the launch of his seed and Peter saw this on his face. It was almost looking in a mirror, because Peter remembered he would make the same facial contortions. As soon as Peter saw the look on Arthur, he sat down on the hot rod and moved his ass muscles to subside the eminent discharge. As the feeling subsided, Peter began again until Arthur was ready to shoot. And again Peter worked his magic on the dick. This continued several times until Arthur felt he was going mad. He knew he had to shoot his load, but he realized that Peter had absolute control.
"Please Peter." Arthur cried out. "I need to shoot. I beg of you, please let me."
"Well now you know who the dominant one is." Peter said with a sinister sneer on his face. "You want my ass don't you."
Arthur looked forlorn, realizing Peter was absolutely in control and was right. The ass felt wonderful and he wanted more. He reluctantly shook his head. With that Peter sat down on Arthur's cock and moved his muscles twice. Arthur's eyes rolled in the back of his head, his back arched, and he let out an animalistic roar. The first shot of white seed flowed deep into Peter as it hit his prostate. Peter's eyes rolled back into the sockets and he discharged his cum all over Arthur. The two teens' dicks flowed with volley after magnificent volley either deep into Peter's nether region or all over Arthur's face, chest, and stomach.
After the final drops dribbled from the ends of the double dicks, the two boys laid down and kissed with unbridled passion. Arthur's dick slid out of Peter's magnificent ass and the teen realized Peter was the one person who knew what he felt.
"Peter." Arthur began. "I love you and will do anything for you."
"Arthur, you have a great dick." Peter said. "And I really like you a lot. I can't say I love you because outside my brothers, cousin, dad, and a couple of other, I have never had been in love. Let's take it slowly."
They laid in each others arms until Arthur saw what time it was.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "My parents will be home soon. We need to get ready."
Peter nodded. Arthur handed him a pair of glasses to wear. Peter had trouble focusing and got his bearings. As he got dressed, the two heard the door open and then close.
"Arthur, we're home." Mrs. Owens called out.
"Okay Mom." Peter responded. "I'll be right down."
The Brady boy straightened his clothes and checked his hair in the mirror. He thought how much he looked like Arthur. He headed down the stairs and ran into Mr. Owens going to the living room.
"Hello son." the man said to Peter. "How was your first day of school?"
"It was great Dad." Peter said, feeling funny saying it. "Met a friend by accident."
"Really?" Mr. Owens said with interest. "Who is he?"
"His name is Peter Brady." the twin said. "I literally ran into him at school."
"So where does he live?" Arthur's father asked. "What does his father do?"
Peter then told the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls. He then told the story of a man named Brady who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men living all together, yet they were all alone. "Til the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew that it was much more than a hunch. That this group was somewhat more of a family. That's the way they all became the Brady Bunch.
"You learned a lot about this boy in a short time Arthur." Mr. Owens said. "I would like to meet him son."
"Dad, I have to get something from my room." Peter said. "I'll be right back."
"Okay, but you have to empty the trash right after you came back down." Arthur's father told the Brady teen.
Peter ran upstairs and went to Arthur's room. After they closed the door, the doubles began to roar with laughter. Arthur had heard the entire conversation from the top of the stairs. The two teens decided to spring the surprise on Arthur's parents right then. As they descended the stairs Arthur came into the living room. His mother was handing a cup of coffee to Mr. Owens as their son entered.
"Mom. Dad." Arthur said. "I want you to meet Peter Brady."
Arthur left the room and took off his glasses. The two boys entered the living room and Mrs. Owens let out a shriek and fainted. Mr. Owens became so unnerved he dropped his coffee cup and it smashed on the floor.
"What in the hell is this?" the man demanded, trying to revive his wife. "What is going on here?"
"Well Dad." Arthur began. "As Peter explained, we bumped into each other and immediately noticed the resemblance. We just wanted to see if we're that much alike."
"Well you scared your mother alright." Arthur's father said in a serious tone. "Help me get her to the couch. You better get the smelling salts."
Arthur and Peter got Mrs. Owens to the couch and laid her down. Arthur then went to the bathroom to get the smelling salts.
"Peter." Mr. Owens said. "This is not a very funny joke. You realize that Arthur must be punished."
Peter nodded knowing that the joke did go too far, but a slight smile crossed his lips as Mr. Owens looked stunned at how much the two teens were so much alike.
"Tell me something." Arthur's father queried. "Was that you who told me about your family?"
"Yes sir." Peter said.
Arthur arrived with the with the smelling salts and, after a few passes under her nose, Mrs. Owens began to awaken. She opened her eyes and saw her husband and her son. She began sitting up slowly, then saw Peter standing in the middle of the living room.
"Barbara." Mr. Owens said. "This is Peter Brady, Arthur's friend and obviously, his double. The boys played a very bad practical joke."
"H-H-Hi." she said, still shaken. "How are you?"
"Fine Mrs. Owens." Peter said. "I'm sorry about the joke. We thought it would be fun."
The two teens explained what happened and how they had fooled some of Peter's family. They explained that they did not want to scare anyone. Mrs. Owens finally came to realize the full extent of what happened and began laughing. The three males followed along and the tension lifted.
"Peter, you are welcome here." Mrs. Owens said. "But please don't ever do that again."
"Yes ma'am." Peter told her. "As we said, it was a joke, but we'll never do it again."
"You better head home." Arthur's mom said. "We are just about to have dinner."
"Okay." the Brady boy said.
Arthur and Peter went to the door.
"If you can, come over tomorrow." Peter said.
"Sure." Arthur responded. "If I'm not grounded."
"We can have some fun with my brothers." Peter said with a sly grin.
Arthur saw this and smiled back, with a nod.
NOTE: I hope that you enjoyed this story line. I know about the use of the theme in the story. It was fun to add, but some might not like it. But hey, it is fun to use. If you have any comment, good or bad, please send them to firstname.lastname@example.org. Please feel free to write.
SPECIAL NOTE: I hate to say this, but the Brady Bunch story is almost played out. But I have a few more stories to add to it. The final chapter will be so amazing and fun. I hope that you have enjoyed it and will continue to enjoy it. I will also be starting another story line dealing with the X-Men that will have a friend as a main character. I hope that you will enjoy it. Also Andrew is doing better, but is still going through medical problems. Please still think of him.