The Bradford Family Saga (end)

"Penny for your thoughts," Marsha said quietly.

"Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?"

Marsha shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I've been watching your face for a

couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about." There was a

wicked gleam in her eye. "You were reliving it, weren't you?"

Carol just smiled.

"God, that was hot! Is it always that way?"

"No. Just at special times, like then. I've had three- ways before," she said

nonchalantly, "but this time was something else."

"Because it was family?"

Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and

kissed her lightly. "Yes," she said, "because it was family."

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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter

coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.

"They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,

wasn't it, Arnold? They're such a lovely family."

"Yes, it was, Mildred. You don't see that kind of togetherness anymore, not

much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs."

"You're right, dear, they do seem to have something special." Mrs. Goodman

paused, then turned to her husband.

"I wonder what their secret is?"

THE END

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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.

I can be reached @ [email protected].

Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:

The Wilson Family Saga - A multi-family story of a young man's sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.

The Princess Steps Out - The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales

by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the

world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please

refrain from negative comments; afterall, it's just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial

themes.

The Group - The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in

consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.

The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch - The adult Bradys gather for a family

reunion ... enough said.

Conversations with a Church Lady - Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure

tells a very different story. Interracial theme.

BONUS EXCERPT: "Potion"

"It's a real aphrodisiac! I'm telling you it'll work!"

nerdy Walter Newman gushed.

Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,

grabbed young Walter's shirt and violently pushed him up

against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy's

gym at South Regional High School.

Walter's thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.

Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the

many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn't have any

real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.

"There ain't no such fuckin' thing, you fuckin' dweeb!"

Luther screamed in his face, "And besides, you brainy mother-

fuckin' jackass, I didn't pay you to make no bullshit

aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good

Mickey Finn! You're really pissin' me off, Newman!" He

pushed the young man away in disgust.

"But Luther," Walter whined, "I can always make knock-

out drops, but this is for real!" He held up a flask of

clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.

"Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and

tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she

becomes very suseptible to suggestion." He held up the tape.

"Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing

beach sounds! It's foolproof! She'll be begging to fuck her

and afterwards she won't remember a thing!

"Com'on, Luther, let's try it!"

Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and

threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn't

break.

"Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!" the black teenager

sneered. "I don't have problem one gettin' pussy; black,

brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit

for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don't; you

think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some

dumbass tape just so a fuckin' nerd like you can get into

their pants? NOT!"

He grabbed Walter's shirt again and pushed the smaller

boy towards the locker room door.

"Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin'

my knock-out drops, or I'll break every motherfuckin' bone in

your body."

The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson

could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the

hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the

lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he

wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad

news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class

making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter's crazy

conversation.

An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther's right,

Walter's out of his lovin' mind! That kind of stuff was out

of x-rated science fiction, or Walter's wishful imagination.

Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning

Walter Newman. The first was, he's was a boy genius and will

win the Nobel for chemistry before he's twenty-one. The

second was, he's a dipshit who's gonna blow himself (and

probably the school, too) to fuckin' smithereens.

Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin

and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial

in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape

in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly

listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He

waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the

tape he hadn't heard them. He shook his head but put the

tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already

late.

"You're late, John!" Mrs. Tarr said testily when he

entered the lab. "Are you trying to add to your detention?

If you are you've come to the right place."

Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up

to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking

for an old woman; she was about his mother's age, but he

hadn't realized she had a wicked tongue.

"Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to

get another."

Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with

embarassment.

Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. "If you two

are finished," she said to the girls, "take off, and you,

John, get to work. This lab's a mess and I want it spotless.

Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria

will not be tolerated."

"Yes, ma'am," Johnny replied.

The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny's

face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,

ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and

beakers.

"When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from

the lab refrigerator," Mrs. Tarr commanded.

"Yes, ma'am."

Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry

teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the

refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked

himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going

to work, but if it did wouldn't that put this bad-mouth bitch

in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,

opened the cola and put two drops of Walter's potion into the

dark liquid.

John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was

pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping

him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly

John thought.

He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.

"Is there something you want, John?" she asked.

Johnny smiled. "I'd appreciate it if you'd listen to

this tape. The background is suppose to help you

consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my

homework and stuff," he said offering his Walkman to her. "I

just want your opinion."

Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, "Only for a

moment; I'm busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip

off."

"Thanks," Johnny said and poured more cola into her

glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the

soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled

the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, it doesn't do anything for me, but you can never

tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try."

The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters'

bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank

the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!

Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and

started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty

foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were

wet. He'd wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.

Leroy was right!

A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and

cupped his cock and balls.

"Hi, big boy," a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,

Wanna fuck?"

Johnny's mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest

tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr's tits

rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades

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