The Brady bunch: fifty shades of Greg

INT. BRADY LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Brady family is gathered in the living room, watching the news on TV. Marcia Brady, the eldest daughter, is sitting on the floor, engrossed in the broadcast. Her long, flowing hair is neatly brushed, and she looks every bit the confident and graceful teenager she is.

The news report intensifies as the tension rises. Suddenly, a stray baseball rolls into the living room, unnoticed by Marcia. She stands up to turn up the volume, but her foot catches the baseball, sending her tumbling to the ground. There's a collective gasp from the family as Marcia lands awkwardly, clutching her right arm in pain.

MARCIA

(grimacing)

Ouch! My arm!

Her siblings rush to her side as her mother, Carol Brady, hurries over.

CAROL

(concerned)

Oh, Marcia, are you okay?

MARCIA

(teary-eyed)

I think I hurt my arm, Mom.

INT. MARCIA'S BEDROOM - MORNING

The next day, sunlight streams through Marcia's bedroom window. She's now in a cast, and her dominant right arm is immobilized. Marcia wakes up, realizing the challenge ahead. She reaches with her left hand for her hairbrush but struggles to grasp it.

MARCIA

(grumbling)

This is so frustrating!

She sighs in frustration, her hair a mess.

INT. BRADY BATHROOM - MORNING

Marcia sits in front of the bathroom mirror, still unable to brush her hair properly. Her oldest brother, Greg Brady, enters, concern in his eyes.

GREG

(softly)

Need some help, Marcia?

MARCIA

(resigned)

I guess so, Greg.

Marcia hands him the hairbrush, and Greg starts to gently brush her hair. His touch is tender, and his fingers move skillfully through her long, silky locks. He's careful not to tug or pull, knowing how important her hair is to her.

Greg's concentration is evident, and Marcia feels a strange mixture of vulnerability and comfort. Her usual independence is temporarily surrendered, and she finds herself relying on her brother in a way she's never had to before.

MARCIA

(softly)

Thanks, Greg.

GREG

(smiling)

No problem, Marcia. We Brady kids stick together, right?

Marcia nods, her eyes filled with gratitude. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation of her brother's gentle touch as he continues to brush her hair. It's a simple act, but in this moment, it means the world to her.

As Greg brushes Marcia's hair, he can't help but reflect on the bond they share as siblings. He's always looked out for her, but this moment feels different. He realizes how much Marcia relies on him right now and how important it is for him to be there for her, even in small ways. He feels a sense of pride and responsibility as he continues to care for his sister, knowing that this is what family is all about.

As Greg carefully brushes Marcia's hair, his mind starts to wander, and he can't help but dwell on the unusual circumstances that brought them together as family.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

What if Dad hadn't married Carol? What if Marcia were just some other girl at school?

The thought lingers in his mind, and he wonders about the nature of their relationship. Would they even like each other? Would they get along, or would they merely be acquaintances? Would they form a connection, albeit one of a different kind?

Greg contemplates the idea of Marcia as just another classmate. Would he find her intriguing, attractive even? The notion of Marcia as a romantic interest suddenly feels both foreign and intriguing. It's a side of their relationship that he's never explored before.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

Could there be something more between us if our parents had never met?

The question dances in his thoughts as he continues to brush Marcia's hair. The closeness of the moment, the warmth of their shared laughter and conversations throughout the years, makes him wonder about the depths of their connection. As he finishes brushing her hair, he finds himself seeing Marcia in a new light, not just as a sister, but as someone he cares for deeply, whether related by marriage or the twists of fate that brought them together as family.

As Greg continued to brush Marcia's hair, the intriguing thought of what their relationship might have been like if they hadn't been family persisted in his mind. He imagined a scenario where Marcia was just another girl at school, a fellow student who caught his attention.

In this hypothetical world, he saw Marcia as a striking figure, her confident stride and radiant smile drawing the attention of everyone around her. He imagined himself noticing her for the first time, perhaps in a crowded hallway or during a school event. Her charm, intelligence, and poise would make her stand out from the rest, leaving a lasting impression on him.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

I can picture it...meeting her at school, being captivated by her confidence and beauty.

Greg couldn't help but envision the sparks of attraction that might have ignited in such a scenario. He wondered if he would have mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, maybe over a shared interest or a school project. In this alternate reality, their initial connection would be founded on common interests and a genuine curiosity about each other.

As he continued to brush Marcia's hair, Greg pondered whether their relationship would have evolved into something more than friendship. Would their shared moments at school lead to deeper feelings, the kind that people often experience when they're drawn to someone special?

GREG

(whispering to himself)

Could there be a different kind of connection, one that goes beyond being just friends?

The idea of being attracted to Marcia in a romantic way felt both foreign and intriguing. It was a notion he hadn't explored before, given their familial bond. Yet, as he finished brushing her hair and looked into her eyes, he couldn't help but wonder about the depths of their connection, whether related by marriage or by fate, and how it might have unfolded in a parallel universe where they were simply two young people discovering each other at school.

As Greg continued to brush Marcia's hair, the notion of her as his girlfriend rather than his sister began to play out in his imagination. He pictured a scenario where they were in a romantic relationship, their connection far deeper and more intimate than mere family ties.

In this alternate reality, Greg couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He envisioned himself gently running the brush through Marcia's hair, but this time, it was an act of affection and intimacy. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with the unspoken chemistry between them, their gazes meeting in a meaningful and lingering way.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

What if Marcia were my girlfriend? What if this wasn't just a simple act of care, but something more?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine as he imagined the closeness they would share. The touch of her hair under his fingertips would become a tender and loving gesture, a silent expression of their affection for each other. The room seemed to buzz with an unspoken electricity, and Greg found himself drawn into this exciting daydream.

In this alternate reality, their conversations would take on a new depth. They would talk about dreams, aspirations, and shared experiences. Greg would listen intently to Marcia's thoughts, her voice a comforting melody that filled his heart with joy. The simple act of brushing her hair became a symbol of their deep emotional connection.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

It's as if we're meant to be together. This feels right.

Greg's excitement grew as he played out this romantic scenario in his mind. He imagined their shared moments, from stolen glances in the hallway to holding hands under the school desk. The prospect of being in a loving relationship with Marcia, where every interaction was filled with affection, brought a genuine smile to his face.

As he continued to brush her hair in reality, Greg couldn't help but appreciate the unique bond they shared, whether it was as siblings or something more. The excitement he felt in this daydream reminded him of the power of human connections, whether forged by blood, marriage, or the whims of fate.

As Greg continued to brush Marcia's hair, he couldn't help but notice the sweet, subtle scent that emanated from her locks. It was a fragrance that he hadn't paid much attention to before, but in this moment, it was impossible to ignore. The scent was captivating, and it added to the sensory experience of being so close to her.

He leaned in, his curiosity piqued, and buried his nose in the back of her hair. The scent enveloped him, carrying a hint of her shampoo and a natural, comforting aroma that was uniquely Marcia. It was a moment of unexpected intimacy, as if he were discovering a hidden facet of her that he had never noticed before.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

Her hair... it smells amazing.

As he breathed in the fragrance, Greg's fingers instinctively abandoned the hairbrush. Instead, he gently began to run his hands through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip between his fingers. The tactile sensation was exquisite, and Marcia's hair seemed to respond, flowing through his touch with a soft and pleasing texture.

The room seemed to fall away as Greg continued to explore the sensation of her hair with his hands. He marveled at how her hair seemed to have a life of its own, responding to his gentle caresses. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and it stirred emotions within him that he had never anticipated.

GREG

(softly)

It's like touching a part of her soul.

As he continued to lose himself in the sensory experience, Greg realized that their bond, whether as siblings or something more, was deep and profound. Marcia's hair, now an intimate connection, symbolized the complexities of their relationship. He couldn't help but appreciate the uniqueness of their connection, a connection that extended beyond the confines of family, marriage, or chance encounters at school.

In this quiet moment, as he explored the depths of her hair, Greg discovered a new level of closeness with Marcia, one that transcended the labels and roles they had in life. It was a moment of genuine connection, where the boundaries of their relationship blurred, and he realized that the most profound connections often defy categorization.

Marcia had been sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, her eyes closed, allowing the sensation of her brother Greg brushing her hair to wash over her. It had started as a simple act of necessity, but it had transformed into something unexpectedly intimate. She felt Greg's fingers delicately gliding through her hair, and it was both comforting and soothing.

As Greg leaned in and buried his nose in her hair, Marcia couldn't help but be taken by surprise. His warm breath tickled the nape of her neck, and she felt a tingling sensation run down her spine. The soft, subtle fragrance of her shampoo mixed with the natural scent of her hair filled the air, creating an atmosphere of closeness she had never experienced before.

MARCIA

(whispering to herself)

That's... different.

She knew her hair smelled nice, but she had never realized the impact it could have on someone so close. It was as if Greg had discovered a secret part of her, and the vulnerability of the moment stirred emotions she hadn't anticipated.

As Greg's hands abandoned the hairbrush and began to explore her hair with his fingers, Marcia's heart skipped a beat. His touch was gentle, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. The sensation was both intimate and electrifying, and Marcia couldn't deny that it awakened feelings she had never considered before.

MARCIA

(softly)

This is... unexpected.

Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of the emotions welling up inside her. She had always seen Greg as her protective older brother, someone she could count on no matter what. But this moment had shifted the dynamics of their relationship in a way she had never imagined.

As Greg continued to run his fingers through her hair, Marcia couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their connection than she had realized. She felt a sense of closeness and comfort with him that went beyond their roles as siblings. It was a moment of vulnerability and shared intimacy, one that left her both intrigued and bewildered.

MARCIA

(whispering to herself)

Could there be something more here?

Marcia's thoughts swirled in her mind as she savored the sensation of Greg's touch. It was a moment of self-discovery, and she couldn't ignore the fact that the bond between them had taken on a new and unexpected dimension.

Marcia's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. She couldn't deny the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her as Greg's gentle fingers continued to explore her hair. The tingling sensation that his touch ignited in her sent shivers down her spine, and her heart raced in response.

MARCIA

(whispering to herself)

This is so strange... he's my stepbrother.

She had always seen Greg as the reliable and protective older brother figure in her life, someone she could count on for support and guidance. But this unexpected turn of events had blurred the lines between their roles, and Marcia couldn't help but feel both excited and bewildered by the newfound intimacy.

As Greg's fingers continued their explorations, Marcia's breath hitched, and she felt a flush of warmth spread across her cheeks. Her mind struggled to make sense of her own reactions. It felt good, undeniably so, but it was also unconventional, given their familial connection.

MARCIA

(conflicted)

I should stop this... but it feels amazing.

Despite the conflicting thoughts, a part of Marcia longed to indulge in the sensations she was experiencing. The connection she shared with Greg in this moment felt like an uncharted territory, a place where her usual rationality was clouded by the intoxication of pleasure.

Greg, seemingly aware of the intensity of the moment, gently picked up the hairbrush once again. His touch remained tender as he carefully gathered Marcia's hair and began to brush it up into a ponytail. Each stroke of the brush was deliberate and precise, and the sensation of her hair being gathered and held sent a wave of pleasure through her.

Marcia's heart pounded as she watched in the mirror as Greg skillfully worked on her hair. It was an act of care and affection that transcended the boundaries of their step-sibling relationship. She could feel the tension building within her, a mixture of confusion and excitement that left her breathless.

As Greg finished securing her hair into a neat ponytail, Marcia couldn't help but wonder about the complexity of their connection. This shared moment had opened up a new chapter in their relationship, one filled with unspoken desires and a sense of closeness that went beyond the roles they had always known.

MARCIA

(softly)

What does this mean for us?

Marcia's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, but in that moment, as she looked at herself in the mirror with her newly styled ponytail, one thing was clear: her bond with Greg had taken an unexpected and thrilling turn, leaving her both intrigued and captivated by the possibilities it held.

Greg continued to brush Marsha's hair, aware of the complex emotions swirling in the air. He could feel the intensity of the moment, the unspoken connection between them that transcended the usual boundaries of their step-sibling relationship.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

This is so different... but it feels right.

He sensed Marsha's inner conflict, just as he was grappling with his own. But in that moment, the pull of their shared intimacy was undeniable. Greg decided to take the initiative and do something that felt right to him.

With gentle, deliberate movements, Greg picked up the hairbrush once more. He watched Marsha's reflection in the mirror, meeting her gaze briefly, and then focused on her silky hair. Carefully, he began to gather her locks and brush them up into a ponytail.

The sensation of her hair gliding through his fingers was electrifying, and Greg couldn't help but notice the subtle shivers that ran through Marsha as he worked. His touch was tender, and every stroke of the brush felt like an unspoken expression of affection and care.

As he secured the ponytail in place, Greg couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It was more than just a hairstyle; it was a symbol of the newfound connection between them. The complexity of their relationship had taken a step into uncharted territory, and he was willing to explore it.

GREG

(softly)

We're in this together, no matter what.

As he admired his handiwork in the mirror, Greg realized that their bond, whatever it meant or wherever it might lead, was something he cherished. The shared moments, the unspoken emotions, and the unexpected intimacy had all contributed to a connection that was both intriguing and profound.

Greg glanced at Marsha's reflection, their eyes locking in the mirror, and he couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities that lay ahead. Their journey, whether as siblings or something more, was a path he was now willing to explore with an open heart.

Greg's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he contemplated the complexity of their relationship. He couldn't shake the awareness that Marcia had recently celebrated her 18th birthday, a milestone that marked her transition into adulthood. If there was ever a time for them to choose the nature of their connection, it was now.

GREG

(whispering to himself)

She's an adult now, capable of making her own choices... even if it's an unconventional one.

He recognized that the bond they shared had evolved into something that defied easy categorization. Their connection was grounded in years of shared experiences, laughter, and support. And as he continued to brush her hair, he wondered if there was a chance for it to deepen into something more profound.

The thought lingered, both exciting and daunting. He realized that if they were to take this step, it would be a conscious choice made by two adults who knew each other intimately. The complexity of their connection didn't escape him, but he couldn't help but be drawn to the possibility of a deeper relationship with Marcia.

Greg's contemplation reached its peak as he locked eyes with Marcia's reflection in the mirror. Without a word, he decided to act on his feelings, knowing that this moment had the potential to redefine their relationship. With a newfound determination, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her closer to him.

The sensation of her body against his was electrifying, and he could feel the warmth of her presence as they stood there, connected in a way they had never been before. It was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had lingered between them, and it sent a rush of emotions through both of them.

GREG

(softly)

Marsha...

Their eyes locked in the mirror, and in that moment, they understood that they were on the cusp of a profound shift in their relationship. The complexities and uncertainties of their connection were still there, but the undeniable pull they felt toward each other was impossible to ignore. Whether they chose to explore this new chapter together or not, one thing was certain: the bond between Greg and Marsha had deepened in a way that neither of them could have anticipated.

As Greg held Marsha close, the tension between them hung in the air like a palpable current. They were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, their eyes locked in a shared moment of silent understanding. The complexities of their relationship had given way to a profound connection that defied easy explanation.

In that charged moment, Greg felt a surge of courage and longing. He knew that the decision to explore their connection further was a significant one, and he was willing to take the first step. Slowly, he moved one of his arms up, his hand gently finding its way to the base of Marsha's ponytail.

His fingers lightly grazed her skin as he held her by the ponytail, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from Marsha. The intimacy of the gesture sent waves of desire through both of them, as they stood there, caught in the magnetic pull of their newfound connection.

With a sense of determination, Greg leaned in, his lips brushing against Marsha's neck. His kiss was gentle, a silent proclamation of his feelings, a promise of the deeper connection they were exploring. Marsha's breath hitched at the touch of his lips, and her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensation.

GREG

(whispering)

Marsha...

The bathroom seemed to fade into the background as they stood there, lost in the intimacy of the moment. The world outside ceased to exist as their shared desires and emotions took center stage.

It was a moment of choice, of crossing a threshold that would redefine their relationship. The complexities remained, but in this moment, as Greg held Marsha close and kissed her neck, they were both acutely aware that they were embarking on a journey into uncharted territory, one that held the promise of passion, connection, and a love that transcended boundaries.

As Greg's lips continued to caress Marsha's neck, a wave of desire washed over them both. The intimacy of the moment seemed to grow with each passing second, and their shared emotions were impossible to ignore. His fingers held her ponytail gently, and he couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it from the base all the way to the end.

His touch elicited a soft, involuntary moan from Marsha as pleasure coursed through her. The sensation of his fingers in her hair sent shivers of excitement down her spine, and the tension between them intensified.

GREG

(whispering)

Marsha...

But just as their passion threatened to consume them, Marsha's voice broke through the intensity.

MARSHA

(softly)

Wait... Greg, stop for a second.

Greg backed away, his eyes searching hers for guidance. Marsha turned around to face him, her expression a mixture of desire and curiosity. Without hesitation, they embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that sealed their unspoken desires.

Their mouths moved in a heated rhythm, exploring each other with a newfound intensity. It was a kiss filled with longing, a kiss that hinted at the depths of their connection.

MARSHA

(breathless)

Greg... let me show you something better.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his with a promise of something more. 

**Flash forward**, twenty minutes later, Marsha stands up from the bathroom floor in front of her brother and embraces him. As she holds him close, Greg's mind drifts to the wonderful act that Marsha just did for him with her long, soft ponytail. He vividly remembers how it felt brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as they shared this intimate moment. Mixed emotions swirl within him as they hold each other, leaving him both grateful and contemplative. He wonders how Marsha had learned to do such a thing with her ponytail, as it was very unexpected, and he had never even thought of a ponytail being used that way.

Greg watches in silence as Marsha pulls away from their embrace. She moves to the sink and begins washing her ponytail with water, using her other arm that's not in the cast to remove what Greg had left in her ponytail. He remains contemplative, still processing the unexpected and intimate moment they had just shared, his thoughts a mixture of curiosity and a newfound closeness with his step-sister.

Greg's mind raced as he thought back to what Marsha had just done for him. He was stunned by the unexpected and sensual experience. The softness of her ponytail against such a sensitive part of his body had left an indelible impression. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever feel that unique sensation again, a mix of longing and uncertainty filling his thoughts as he watched Marsha at the sink.  Marsha took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she began her impassioned speech. "Greg," she started, "I want us to commit to each other, and only each other. We're not just step-siblings anymore; we've become something more, something deeper. We're lovers now, connected in a way that goes beyond family ties."

Greg listened to her words, a whirlwind of emotions sweeping over him. He felt a mixture of astonishment, uncertainty, and a strange sense of exhilaration. The idea of this new level of commitment both excited and frightened him, as he grappled with the profound shift in their relationship dynamics. It was a moment that left him deeply conflicted, torn between the past and this new, uncharted territory they were venturing into. 

Greg's thoughts drifted back to the memory of Marsha's ponytail, its softness gliding up and down his genitalia. The vivid recollection stirred a powerful surge of desire and longing within him. He found himself torn between the intense physical sensations he had experienced and the complex emotions surrounding their evolving relationship. It was a moment of profound inner conflict as he grappled with the unexpected desires and uncertainties brought to the surface by that intimate encounter. 

Greg's mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions as he dwelled on the memory of Marsha's ponytail caressing his most intimate area. The recollection of that sensual encounter stirred a potent cocktail of desire and longing within him, unlike anything he had experienced before. It was a sensation that both thrilled and terrified him.

On one hand, he couldn't deny the intense physical connection he felt with Marsha. It was a bond that transcended their previous roles as step-siblings, and it awakened desires he hadn't even known he possessed. The softness of her touch and the intimacy they had shared were undeniable, creating a magnetic pull between them.

Yet, as Greg grappled with the idea of committing solely to Marsha, he was also overwhelmed by complex emotions. The weight of societal norms and the implications of their new relationship status loomed large. He questioned the potential consequences and uncertainties that lay ahead. Could they navigate this uncharted territory together? Would they face judgment and misunderstanding from others?

As Greg watched Marsha drying off her ponytail and then meticulously brushing it back to its silky state, a sense of resolve began to build within him. Her actions, so tender and intimate, reaffirmed the depth of their connection. He couldn't ignore the powerful attraction and affection he felt for her any longer.

In that moment, as the ponytail flowed through her fingers, he made a decision. He realized that the undeniable chemistry they shared was worth exploring, even if it meant navigating uncharted waters. The fear of societal norms and judgment began to recede in the face of their profound connection.

With newfound determination, Greg stepped closer to Marsha and softly spoke, "Marsha, I want to commit to you, and only you. Our bond is something I can't ignore or deny any longer. Let's navigate this together, whatever it may bring." His voice carried a mix of vulnerability and determination, and he hoped that his decision would lead to a future they could build together.

Marsha's heart swelled with joy as she heard Greg's words and saw the determination in his eyes. The happiness that washed over her was palpable, and a radiant smile crossed her lips.

She stepped closer to him, her eyes locking onto his, and with genuine warmth in her voice, she replied, "Greg, I'm so happy to hear that. This means everything to me. We'll face whatever comes our way together, as partners in this journey. I love you." Her words were filled with sincerity, and in that moment, Marsha knew they were embarking on a path that held both challenges and boundless possibilities.

However, as their embrace lingered, Marsha also believed that it was only right to express their intentions to the rest of the family and to the world. She understood the importance of honesty and transparency, and she wanted their relationship to be built on a foundation of truth and acceptance, even if it meant facing difficult conversations and judgments.

Leaving the bathroom hand in hand, they made their way into the Brady family living room, hearts pounding with a mix of nervousness and determination. They called for a family meeting, and soon, one by one, the entire family gathered into the living room. Their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Brady, were there, as well as their siblings.

Greg and Marsha sat down next to each other, their hands intertwined, a symbol of their commitment. With a deep breath, they explained to the family the choice they had made as adults. They spoke of their evolving relationship, the feelings they had developed for each other, and their decision to navigate this uncharted territory together.

The reactions in the room were mixed. Some family members showed understanding and support, acknowledging the depth of Greg and Marsha's connection. Others were taken aback, struggling to comprehend the shift in dynamics. Mr. and Mrs. Brady, as parents, wore expressions of concern and surprise.

Uneasiness filled the air as the family grappled with the implications of this revelation. However, right at the peak of that uneasiness, Alice, the housekeeper, unexpectedly popped out of the kitchen, announcing that the lasagna was ready. Unaware of what had just transpired in the living room, her comedic timing broke the tension in the room, drawing nervous laughter and a momentary respite from the weighty discussion.

In that fleeting moment, amidst uncertainty and discomfort, Alice's comedic relief provided a brief sense of levity. But the unknown future still hung heavy in the room as the family contemplated the path ahead. The conclusion remained shrouded in uncertainty, as they faced a future filled with challenges and the possibility of a love that defied convention.

The end?