Chapter 1: Their First Time

Eighteen-year-old Greg Brady stormed into his attic bedroom and threw his books in the corner.

Damn, he was horny. The bitches in this town all thought they were too good to fuck, and if a cool guy like him couldn't get laid then nobody in this town must be getting any. He was getting real tired of jacking off, which he seemed to be doing more of lately. He needed sex so badly... Well, at least he would be in college next year and he should be able to score there.

But, now he needed to piss.

"Wish I had thought of that before coming all the way up here" he thought.

As he walked into the bathroom from Peter and Bobby's room he noticed that the connecting door to the girl's room was ajar. Before he could close it he heard crying coming from the room beyond. Curiosity got the better of him, so he thought that he would see if there was anything that he could do to help.

He looked in and saw seventeen-year-old Marcia sitting at her vanity crying. Lightly knocking at the door he poked his head in.

"Marcia? What's wrong?"

Marcia looked up to see Greg standing there with a look of concern on his face. She had always felt close to Greg, they being the two oldest of the Brady family. When the two families had combined all those years ago they had been more affected than the younger children and had often talked together about it. So, she felt she could confide in Greg even about this problem.

"Oh, Greg" she blurted "its those boys in school. They only want one thing!" She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "Its like they don't even care about my feelings. They act all nice, but when they get me alone they start grabbing and demanding..."

Greg was struck with a heavy combination of emotions. One part of him wanted to find the creep who had hurt Marcia and pummel him, but another part of him was angry with Marcia. This was just what had been frustrating him lately. She was no better than any of the other teases in this town.

"Well what the hell do you expect?" he said, beginning to pace the room, "you girls are always prancing around looking so sexy, you're driving us crazy! It's not our fault we're so horny. Maybe if you gals would put out a little once in a while we could think of something else"

"I should've known better than to try and talk to a boy about this!" Marcia retorted He turned back to her and saw a look of hurt and anger on her face and realized he had just screwed up. He had vented his frustration on Marcia. That wasn't fair to her, he had come in here to comfort her, not make it worse.

"I'm sorry Marcia," he said "I shouldn't have said that. I know you are feeling hurt right now and I do want to help. You know how much I care about you." He saw the look in her eyes soften and he sat down putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's just that I've been having my own problems in this area lately. I guess I never thought about it from the girl's perspective before."

"I always thought it was a game to you boys. See how far you could get, you know, like that"

"A game?" said Greg, "believe me it's no game. It's just that our hormones are going crazy and sometimes sex is the only thing we can think about. You have no idea how strong the need can get."

"Well, maybe I do know." Said Marcia. "I get horny too you know."

"Really? So why don't go ahead and give in?"

"I just don't trust any of the boys. I mean, they could do it physically, but I guess I am looking for an emotional attachment as well. I just can't get into a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' kind of relationship."

Marcia continued, "I want my first time to be with someone I love, and who loves me. Someone who is gentle and caring, and who wouldn't want to hurt me... someone like you Greg."

She couldn't believe she had said that! It just slipped out. She had been more horny than usual lately and had been masturbating more often. More and more her fantasy while masturbating had been about Greg. But she couldn't tell him that - what would he think?

"I've been thinking about you lately." Oh God! She told him! How could she do this to herself? She looked at him. He was just staring at her with a look of shock his face. He didn't say anything. She turned away. "I'm sorry. Oh God, what you must think of me."

Greg looked at Marcia. He could tell she was embarrassed by what she had just revealed. He wanted to reassure her, let her know he didn't think badly of her. In fact he often thought of her too. He wanted to tell her all this - but his damn tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. He couldn't believe this. He knew that there was a bond between them but he never guessed that she would think of him in that way. She was his first and still favorite masturbation fantasy. Her golden hair, beautiful face and luscious body were every boy's dream. He finally found he was able to talk.

"Don't be embarrassed, Marcia" he croaked, "I think of you too, it's probably only natural. I mean, we're not blood relatives or anything, I don't think there's anything wrong with being attracted to each other. The question is, do we do anything about it?"

"I think that I'd like to, but only if you do too." Marcia said cautiously.

"If you want to, then I want to" replied Greg.

They looked at each other for a long time. Greg slowly leaned over and kissed Marcia, first on the cheek, then tentatively on the lips. They wrapped their arms around one another and kissed more passionately. Their hands roamed, exploring each other's bodies as their kissing began to involve the tongues.

Greg couldn't believe it. Here he was making out with Marcia. Not only his dream come true but the dream of most of the other guys in school. It seemed so right, Marcia did mean a lot to him and he wouldn't do anything that would hurt her like some of the creeps she dated might.

Marcia felt Greg's lips on hers and her arms wrapped around his athletic build. Her hands glided over his muscles and her tongue danced with his. Her desire and lust mixed with the love she felt for him and she sensed how much he cared for her. Suddenly she had a thought.

"We can't do this here." She said. "Jan or Cindy could walk in any time. Let's go to your room."

Greg nodded in agreement and they rose as one and quickly headed for the door, holding each other's hands as though they were afraid to let go.

As Greg and Marcia stepped out of the girl's bedroom they almost ran into Alice carrying an armload of sheets and towels. Quickly they let go of each other's hands and tried to think of some kind of greeting. Alice saw the rapid movements and the guilty expressions as well as the flush in the cheeks of the two oldest Brady kids. Having been around the block a time or two she was able to put two and two together pretty quickly.

She had been worried about this. With a concerned look on her face she headed down the stairs.

Once Greg and Marcia were upstairs they stood in front of the bed and resumed their kissing.

Greg took initiative and unbuttoned Marcia's shirt. His hands shook as he spread it apart and slid it down her arms. His eyes glued to her breasts. He could see the dark nipples through the thin material of her white bra. Her tits were already well formed - about the size grapefruits and he guessed they didn't need that bra for support.

Marcia now worked on Greg's shirt. Her hands caressing the muscles of his chest as she slid it off. Her body shook with a combination of nervousness and excitement.

Greg went after the hook on the side of her skirt. Dropping to one knee, he slid it down and helped her step out of it with his eyes on level with the panty clad honey box of his stepsister. He let his eyes drink in her beauty as he slowly stood. Admiring how the curve of her hips narrowed at her flat stomach and then widened again to make room for those gorgeous tits.

Marcia unbuttoned Greg's jeans and came face to face with the bulge of his cock, barely contained by his briefs, as she slid the pants down his legs. She couldn't wait to see her first real dick.

As she stood, Greg wrapped his arms around the vision of beauty in front of him. He felt the smooth fabric of her bra pressed against his bare chest by the firm tits underneath. It didn't help his concentration any and he fumbled with the hooks for a few seconds. Finally stepping back he took the bra with him and gazed for the first time at the wonderful twin mounds he had dreamed about so often.

Marcia saw the look in his eyes and couldn't believe she was having this effect on him. She saw the bulge in his briefs twitch and reached for the elastic waistband. She knelt and tugged down at the underwear. The cock sprung out and swayed rigidly before her face. It was about seven inches long and almost as thick as her wrist. She had no idea they were so big. She saw a drop of clear fluid form on the tip like dew.

His knees going weak Greg dropped to the bed and leaned back, admiring the golden hair surrounding her lovely face.