Chapter 12
Then, for some crazy reason, all of them split and left Elly and me alone. The camera guys took their equipment with them and even glanced carefully about the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything. I suppose they figured I might get mad at them and smash up everything, though the truth was I couldn't have cared less about their old equipment at the time. All I wanted to do was to rest, and after taking a good look at Elly, I knew she felt the same way, at least momentarily. I knew the bennies would stay with her a long time and that she would have "hot spells" again from the drug. I say I knew this, but the truth was I didn't know it-I merely thought it-because I had only heard about bennies. Guys had told me that bennies stayed with girls for a very long time, making her hot time and time again. Usually, you can't believe a word guys tell you about girls, but I figured the information might be okay this time. I looked at Elly again and saw her close her eyes as she slumped down on the bed and drew a sheet over her lower body. Her titties were still very much in view, but at the moment I wasn't turned on by the sight of them. Instead of looking at her boobs, I lay with my back to her and resting my head on the thick pillow began to think. At least I tried to think, but the stuff they had given me, possibly, now seemed to make me drowsy. I must have dropped off to sleep because I had the craziest, most far-out dream in the world.
It seemed (in the dream) that Mrs. Devine suddenly became a lot of women, and all of them were about to lie down in a vast field nearby. I watched them as they pushed their hair into place, all of them doing it at the same time and in the same manner. They then lowered their bodies to the ground as if they had been suspended in mid-air. All of the women-there must have been many scores of them-lay on their backs and pulled off their blouses to expose their titties. I gasped when I glimpsed those titties, hundreds of them, all over the place and stretching out as far as I could see.
The women, all of them, winked at me, beckoning to me with crooked fingers, and as I moved toward them, they disappeared entirely except for their titties. Now, I saw a vast field of female breasts, all of them round and pink and soft-looking. I knew what I wanted to do and proceeded to do it-I ran barefoot through the field of breasts, loving the touch of the soft flesh against the bottoms of my feet. I ran and ran for what seemed like hours, but the farther I strayed, the larger the field became until, finally, I knew there would never be an end to it. Titties would be there no matter how far I ran. This delighted me and (the dream taking an even more bizarre turn) I turned to a tree and spoke to it.
"Tree," I said. "What do you think about female breasts in a field?"
The tree sniffed, drew some of its branches up about its face and fastened me with a steel gaze. "Unless you are a dog in disguise," it cried angrily, "do not attempt to strike up an acquaintance with me. I am a tree and as such have no need for you, boy." It sniffed again. "It's because of your grandfather, you see, boy. I remember him well. Many of my best friends were cut down in their relative youth by that old man, curse him."
"Piss on you, Tree," I cried. "Don't curse my ancestor."
The tree made an effeminate gesture with its branches like a fag pushing at its hair. "Well now, boy," it said acidly, "if you want to start being nasty, two can play at that game."
"Oh..., " I cried. "Can you play games? I thought only humans played games. What sort of games can you play, tree?".
The tree shook its head slowly. "You don't understand me, boy, and I'm inclined to think you are stupid. Would you mind going away?"
"Why don't you come with me, tree? The two of us can trample tits all day long."
"I have no desire to trample tits, boy. I get my kicks by having the wind rub me off."
A great light dawned on me. "Oh," I cried. "I think I understand you. You have sex only in the autumn, don't you, tree?"
The tree yawned. "As a matter-of-fact, I do boy, but how did you arrive at that conclusion?"
"When you go off ... well, the stuff falls to the ground. The leaves. That's your stuff. Right?"
"You are correct. The wind, as I said before, makes me come, boy,"
I screwed up my face. "Boy, what a weirdo you are, tree. Standing there in one place all of your days. Waiting for a breeze to happen along in the fall so you can get 'em off. You're really dumb, tree."
The tree made a deep threatening sound in its trunk-throat.
"Hey," I cried, slightly scared now. "Take it cool, tree. I didn't mean to anger you."
The tree shook its branches and sniffed again. "Don't be afraid, son. My bark is worse than my..." But he never got to finish the statement, for a cloud swept me off my feet and carried me some distance away from the spot. After circling a bit, the cloud set me down on another field of female breasts.
"There you are, boy. Try walking on Oriental titties for a change."
"Am I in the Far East now?" I asked incredulously.
But the cloud had gone and I received no reply.
I looked about. All of the breasts had slanted eyes for nipples and all of them were staring at me as if waiting to see what I would do. This surprised me.
"What can I do?" I muttered, "but walk on tits. There's nothing else to see or do."
"So sorry, please," the tits cried in unison and disappeared briefly only to return as normal-looking breasts without slanted eyes for nipples.
I shook my head. "I must be dreaming," I muttered.
Then, suddenly, I seemed to be back in the football stadium, watching the two teams go at it. There was no one else in the stands, just me. The stadium lights were very bright and I could see the football guys on the field below very clearly. It was crazy, the way they looked. Not one of them had eyes. Where their eyes should have been were tits with tiny nipples and the nipples kept rolling about in the manner of eyeballs as most of them appeared to be winking at me from time to time. This made me mad. I didn't want a gang of guys winking at me. What the hell were those so-called tough football players-faggots? I began hollering at them to stop winking at me, but my words became confused and all that came out was a football cheer that made no sense at all.
The scene changed quickly and I was in front of our house staring through the windows. I saw my father apparently undressing my mother and I was shocked. Why couldn't he pull the shades down before doing such a thing? I then took a more careful look and discovered he wasn't undressing my mother but was, in fact, putting ornaments on a Christmas tree. I blinked several times and turned around to see Elly standing naked at my side. She grinned at me shyly.
"You didn't know mom was a Christmas tree before she met dad, did you, Tommy?" There was an impish look on her face.
"No," I replied. "I didn't know a thing about it."
Elly giggled. "She came straight out of a virgin forest. Untouched by the hand of man."
"Nuts," I said. "You've been reading Christmas carols again."
She screwed up her face prettily. "Well, fuck you, brother mine. Fuck you in your nose."
Immediately, my nose became very itchy, so to put an end to the itching I turned and ran away, not stopping until I was once again in the field of tits. I stood on them, putting my weight on first one foot and then the other and would have kept this up indefinitely except that someone called out to me to stop trampling the grapes to death. I moved away from the spot and stared down at the nearest set of tits.
"Did you speak to me?" I asked them.
"Wake up, Tommy," Elly cried in my ear. "You're dreaming."
I sat up on the bed, looked at my sister, blinked my eyes and shook my head and lay back down. "Let me sleep, Elly," I said. It must have been that she said nothing because I remembered her saying nothing, if that's possible, and the next thing I "knew" I was dreaming again.
An old hag had her arms about me and was trying to force a roller skate down my throat.
"I don't want it," I told her, trying to break free of her grasp.
"Take the roller skate, boy, and you'll get a hard-on that will never cease to be."
"Get the hell away from me, you old hag," I cried. "I don't want a hard-on that will never cease to be. How would I ever take a leak?"
"Boys don't leak," she told me severely. "Only dikes do."
"Dykes? Hell, they don't leak. They suck and tongue and stuff."
She leaned close and peered into my eyes with her own. "I can't see you," she muttered.
"Your eyes," I told her. "They have turned into grapes."
"Use your feet," she urged as she rubbed her grape eyes. "Get the juice from the grapes by jumping on them barefoot."
"I was told not to do that," I replied. "Will you release my arm, please."
"Yes, of course," she said, releasing me. She turned and walked to a door nearby. "Don't drink the juice of the grape, boy. Suck something instead." Saying this, she disappeared through the door, taking the door with her. Now there was nothing where both she and the door had been. I rubbed my eyes and looked about for Mrs. Devine, but she was nowhere to be seen. I stumbled around considerably and nearly fell down twice but managed to find a bed and sat down on the edge of it. The bed didn't like this, so it tipped over on its side, causing me to fall down on it and lay still. Once I was flat on my back that bed righted itself and placed all four casters on the floor.
"Tommy," I heard her cry out. "Wake up."
I opened my eyes and saw Elly leaning over me, her young girl titties hanging down near my lips. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it for a moment, but she gently removed her tit from my lips and rebuked me for biting her, even though I was positive I hadn't.
"Yes, you did, Tommy. You bit me hard."
I rubbed my eyes. "I guess I thought I was still dreaming, Elly. I didn't know I was awake and that it was really your tit."
"Where did they go?" she asked, meaning Mrs. Devine and Basil and the others.
"How should I know. I think they ran out of film or something. Probably they want us to rest up for a while until they can get more film."
"Why do they want us to perform in their picture, Tommy?"
"I suppose because they think having an actual brother and sister doing the sex stuff makes it more realistic. Maybe when they sell the film they'll tell the boys that a real brother and sister did the performing." I coughed. "Maybe that way they can charge more for the film."
"Gee, you're awful smart, Tommy. I would never have thought of that."
"It's not very smart, Elly. Not really."
"I think you are, Tommy." Elly smiled at me and rubbed my tummy. "I like you, Tommy, even if you are my own brother."
"Aw ... nuts," I said. This sort of talk made me feel uncomfortable because I felt guilty about all of this, it being my fault we were being held prisoners here in this house, which I had no doubt about at all. Definitely we were prisoners, at least for the time being.
Elly must have been reading my mind. "Tommy," she asked softly, "do you think they'll keep us here as prisoners or something? I mean, forever."
I shook my head. "Naw ... they don't dare keep us here for a long time. They know our folks will be looking for us sooner or later. Probably as soon as the new film arrives they'll come back to the bedroom and make us perform some more for them. Then they'll drive us back to town and let us out."
"Gee, Tommy, you're brave. You ain't scared of nothin', are you?"
I glanced at her quickly. Was she making fun of me, putting me oh? No, she wasn't. I decided. I could tell by the innocent look on her face. "Well ... what's the use of being scared," I said boldly. "What good would that do us?" I coughed. "All we have to do is play it cool, sis. When they get their new film, we'll turn on for 'em and then ... well, like I said, then they'll drive us home and everything will be okay."
"Gee, Tommy, I hope so. I feel awful funny fucking you in front of all these people, honest I do."
"Yeah ... I know ... what you mean." I felt like a first-class prick about then. There was something about the way she had said it ... something that made me feel real bad.
"Did I hurt your feelings, Tommy?" she asked, sounding anxious. "You got a funny look on your face."
"Naw ... I'm okay," I replied gruffly. "Guess I'll take another little nap. That all right with you, Elly?"
"Sure, Tommy. You do that. Maybe I'll go to sleep for a time, too."
"We both might as well. We can't go home till they say so and there's no point in staying awake and trying to escape. They'd catch us."
Came the third dream and it was even crazier than the first two. My right hand seemed to be a cock. I was in a room filled with people, none of whom I knew. Some guy was trying to introduce me to the women who, all of them, offered their hand to me. However, in each case, when I offered my hand to shake theirs they saw immediately that my hand was a male organ and instantly withdrew theirs. I finally, and with great exasperation, turned to the guy doing the introducing
"What's wrong with these females?" I asked. "They won't shake hands with me."
"They are afraid you will cause their elbows to become pregnant," he told me owlishly.
"For Pete's sake," I cried, annoyed. "I won't do anything of the kind. Besides, such a thing is impossible."
The guy shook his head and when he did so the fool thing began to rise higher and higher like a piano stool does when you spin it. Finally, it dropped off his shoulders and fell to the floor. I started to move away from him, but the head spoke to me, its eyes glaring upward from the floor. "See what happens when you commit incest," it declared. "Just this morning, sister stuck her finger down my throat in an attempt to cause me to throw up, she claimed. I say it was incest, pure and simple. This is what happened to me. Take a good look, kid. Your head will be in a ... a ... well, dammit, you'll lose yours, too. Wait and see."
"Pull yourself together," I told the head. "Go back where you belong." I meant climb back on the guy's shoulders.
"Sister-fucker," the head cried bitterly. "Thou art a sister-fucker."
The scene changed rapidly. "I was in a boat and Elly was doing the rowing. She made that boat move across the surface of the water so fast that I had to tell her to slow up, to cool it down.
She looked at me strangely. "What for?" she asked. "Why don't you like to go fast?"
"I don't know," I told her. "I think it's because my brain has something difficult to do."
"Fuck your brain," she cried, surprising me greatly. "I want to go fast, Tommy boy."
"Give me time," I said, somewhat befuddled. "I mean ... give me time to think clearly."
"Fuck your thinking." She began to row the boat fast again. "Your thinking is no good. Only thinking you do is fuck-thinking, and that gets everyone into trouble."
"That's not true. I do lots of thinking other than fuck-thinking."
"Such as what?" she asked, her chin stuck out.
I smiled at her. How dunb she was, this little sister of mine. "I think about fields of tits," I told her smugly. "Fields and fields and fields of 'em ... and me ... well, I walk on 'em, the tits, I mean. I walk through 'em, over 'em and around 'em. That's something you can't do. Want to know why, smart ass?"
She stuck her chin out farther. "Yes, tell me why I can't walk on tits in a field, big shot?"
"Because you got 'em, honey," I told her, looking very superior now. "When you got 'em-I mean tits-you have to lie down and show 'em. You can't walk on tits because you're not a guy-"
"You," she cried passionately, "are nothing but a dreaming-crazy sister-fucker. I wish you'd fall out of the boat."
I gave, her a superior and masculine look, stood up in the boat, grinned at her, and jumped. As I flew through the air, I called back to her. "You'll be sorry, baby, you'll be sorry."
Again the scene shifted quickly. All around me there were mouths, open mouths, tongues hanging out of them, mouths that had lips that were dry and needed to be moistened often. It was a strange sight, no people, just mouths hanging in the air, suspended from nothing, with tongues trying desperately to keep lips wet, oh how very odd it was, all of it.
"How very odd," I murmured aloud.
"Shut up, you sister-fucker," the mouths muttered in unison. "You dirty sister-fucker, keep your mouth closed."
Guilt.
Guilt was taking over.
However, I had to stand up for myself, didn't I? "Fuck you," I shouted at the top of my voice. "Fuck all of you mouths. You talk too much. You should be doing your other job-sucking cunts. You're wasting your time with talk."
"Sister-fucker," the mouths said in unison, wetting their lips immediately afterward. "Sister-fucker, you need to be reprimanded."
"Who says so?" I cried, anger rising in me.
"We, the mouths, say so," they replied in unison. Everything they said was in unison, of course, How else could mouths work together?
"Mouths are not the man," I screamed. "The brain is the man."
"Fuck the brain," they cried. "That's what you did, Tommy, the night you got hot in bed and went to your little sister's room and degraded her. Isn't that true?"
"Isn't what true?" I asked, confused.
"Isn't it true that you threw aside reason for lust?"
"What has reason to do with it," I asked, not really knowing what "it" was as yet.
"Reason was made for man to use, not to abuse," they replied in the crappiest manner imaginable.
"You're a bunch of cruds," I hollered. "A lot of mouths screaming about things you know nothing about."
"True," they cried back. "True, true true."
I glanced sharply at all those mouths hanging in mid-air. I was instantly suspicious of them. "What the hell do you mean crying out the word 'true' over and over?" I asked, my heart thumping furiously inside of me.
"We mean," they sonorously replied together, "that it is true you're nothing but a dirty sister-fucker, and this is the worse thing on earth to be-except for one other thing."
"Really," I cried sarcastically. "And what is this other thing that is worse?"
"Ha ha ha," came the haunting, unisoned laugh.
"Tell me," I cried. "Tell me what is worse than being a sister-fucker?"
"Ha ha ha," they replied. "Now you have it, boy, now you really know, don't you?"
I didn't reply. I felt too humiliated.
Elly was gently shaking me and I awakened with a start and looked at her. She was playing with my tool. It was semi-hard. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "Are you hot, kiddo?" My voice sounded as if it came from far away. Then, recalling the last dream, I gave my head a shake and tried to forget what those terrible mouths had said to me.
Elly bent over me, pushed the sheet away and took my tool between her lips and sucked it for a moment. "Guess I am kind of hot at that, Tommy. You want to do it to me the regular way, or shall I take it in the mouth?"
"You'd better save your energies," I told her. "They'll be back soon and they'll want you to do that on camera."
"Tommy," she said softly, "I don't really mind doing it on camera. It's kind of fun. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I said unkindly, "it means you're some kind of exhibitionist at heart. That's what you mean."
She tilted her head to one side much in the manner of a puppy. "Is that bad, Tommy? I mean is it really bad to be that way?"
I forced a grin onto my lips. "Naw. Guess not. Not if you want to be that way. I can see your point. I mean, I ... well, if you like showing off your body and stuff, that's okay. I think it is."
"It's not just that I want to show off my nakedness, Tommy. I ... well, I like to have people watch me when I'm ... getting it." Elly actually blushed when she said it.
I grinned and this time didn't have to force it. Patting her head, I leaned over suddenly and suckled one of her titties for a few seconds. When I pulled my face away from her chest, she wrapped both arms about me and tried to shove her cunt at my mouth. I smiled at her efforts and obediently kissed her snatch, running my tongue up and down the length of her privacy. She squealed and jerked her hips about with reckless abandon.
"Hey," I said, drawing back. "Hold it down."
I gave her a playful slap on the butt and she squealed again.
"Oh, Tommy, suck me, run your tongue up and down on me again. I'm so hot. I guess that short nap rested me up real good."
I grinned again. "If taking a nap could make people hot, everyone in the world, with some exceptions, would be taking 'em like crazy."
She leaned on me and rubbed her young-girl titties across my tummy. I had to admit it felt good and as I reached over to rub her butt, I heard a sudden, sharp sound. Jerking my head around, I saw that a book had fallen off a shelf. Funny place for books, in a bedroom. Or was it? No, I guessed not. Lots of people like to read in bed. I hadn't noticed the shelf of books before. In fact, I hadn't noticed anything in this room, really, but the bed ... and, of course, at the time the camera and the lights on the tall stand the poppers had used. Thinking about the lights seemed to play a trick on my mind. The lights in the bedroom seemed to be quite a bit brighter than before. I blinked my eyes and stared at Elly. The lights were brighter I now knew because I could see her face much more clearly than previously.
"Elly," I said, wondering if she had noticed the same thing, "do you notice anything different in the room?"
"Just that the lights seem brighter than they were," she replied, kissing my tummy wetly.
I turned my head even as I nodded agreement with her and stared at the spot where the fallen book had been on the shelf. There was a black spot and nothing more, no camera sticking through a hole in the wall, or anything. At least I couldn't see anything there.
"Elly," I said, "kiss my tummy some more, like that." I had suddenly spotted a gleam of metal above the shelf and while the light on that side of the room wasn't as bright as it was directly over the bed, I was sure it was the casing that held the lens of a camera. They were on the other side of the wall shooting film of Elly and me. They had gotten the new film and were now using it. I figured we might as well go into our sex act stuff and use up their film because the sooner they got all the required footage, the sooner they would let us go. I much preferred fooling around with my sister with them out of the room than with them in it. I didn't like having those poppers and everyone staring at me while I sexed my sister. I tried to decide if I should tell Elly about the hidden camera and decided I wouldn't-for a while.
"Want me to go down on your tool, Tommy?" she asked, excitement in her tone.
"If you want to, Elly," I replied, lying back and spreading my legs slightly.
She slipped her hand under my balls and lifted them a little as she bent her head to envelop my prick with her lips. When her moist mouth made contact with my cock, I shivered with delight. It felt good. Man, how it felt good.
"You like that, Tommy?" she asked thickly. "You like having me suck your thing?"
I could hear a faint whirring sound somewhere, not too far away, and knew it must be the camera running. There were no other sounds in the house except for the ones Elly was making as she sucked me-little slurping sounds that were extremely exciting to listen to.
"Yes, Elly," I replied softly. "I like it. Take e, kiddo." I coughed slightly. "Take everything I've got. You won't mind if I ... blow in you, will you?"
Keeping her lips about my prick, she shook her head to indicate she didn't mind if I went off in her mouth. Now she pulled her body on top of mine and turned about until her legs were on either side of my head, her ass pretty much in my face. I bent my head forward and kissed the cheeks of her butt, each of them, ran my tongue around on her flesh there and at the same time pushed both our bodies lower on the bed. Now my feet were hanging over the foot of the bed slightly while her legs were pressing tightly against my head and neck. I knew what she wanted, of course, so I obliged her by sucking gently on her cunt even as she bobbed her head up and down frantically on my cock. I could have blown off any time now, but I held it back because I wanted not only to please her but to give them as much film footage as possible. As I said before, I figured we might as well give them as much time as we could, for only in this way could we get out of here and go home. I hoped.
"Oh ... Tommy ... , " she gasped, removing her mouth from my hard-on. "I like this so much. I guess I'm just a little cocksucker at heart."
I grinned tensely for her remark had turned me on like mad. "Suck me, Elly baby. Suck my prick and I'll tongue you off while you do. That's a promise."
She sighed. "It must be the pills they gave me that makes me so hot. I swear, Tommy, I've never been so hot before."
I doubted that. I couldn't recall Elly's being this hot before, but I said nothing about it. Instead I kissed her pussy and darted my tongue deeply into her slit. She shuddered and pressed her legs tightly together as if trying to squeeze my head off. I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it. Darting my tongue into her rapidly now, I wondered idly if the camera was getting all of this. Glancing over at the shelf once or twice, I could see that both Elly and I were lying in a good position as far as getting down on film what we were doing was concerned. Both of us-our fronts-were turned slightly toward the shelf and I knew this was important, if we wanted to use up that film and go home soon. I wondered about our folks, wondered what time it was getting to be, wondered if our folks were out looking for us and decided we hadn't been gone from home long enough yet-it merely seemed that way. I doubted that the football game was over as yet. They were probably playing the last quarter about now, though I had no way of checking this out to be sure, having no watch on me.
I noticed suddenly that Elly had stopped going down on me. "Tommy," she cried desperately, "why did you stop tonguing me? Don't you want me to enjoy it?"
"Oh ... sorry ... I was thinking. I'll tongue your cunt, Elly. Go ahead and make me blow off, will you?"
"All right, Tommy," she said in a small voice and returned her lips to my cock.
I shivered as she took it in her mouth and lightly bit the head of it. She giggled a little-as well as she could considering she had my hard tool in her throat-and went down all the way on me. Suddenly, even as I darted my tongue into her cunt, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. The fluid in me welled quickly to the surface; I stiffened while continuing to frantically tongue her slit and blew my wad wetly down her throat. I felt her stiffen, shudder, stiffen even more, heard her sigh several times, catching her breath at the same time almost, and I knew, as she shook all over violently, that she had had her orgasm, that it had been a good one for her. Even as I thought of this I continued to explode my jism into her young-girl mouth. And then, finally, it was done and over with and we lay there, panting hard, on the bed, both of us temporarily exhausted. The camera kept on with its whirring sound for a few moments and then stopped abruptly. I smiled slightly and wondered if they had gotten the whole scene just as it had happened. I supposed they had. I would have liked to see myself doing it with Elly, I now realized. I knew I never would. That is, it was highly unlikely.
The door of the bedroom opened and Mrs. Devine walked in. She was smiling and looked to be exceptionally pleased about something, probably the scene she and her brother had just filmed. "Well, you two young people, how do you feel now?" I took note of the fact her blouse was revealed. I had an idea she had unbuttoned her blouse just before entering the room. Probably she wanted to get me hot again.
"We feel okay, Mrs. Devine," I said for both of us.
She turned and faced Elly squarely. "You're a very pretty girl, do you know that, Elly."
"She knows it," I answered for Elly. Mrs. Devine frowned slightly. "Please let her speak for herself, Tommy, like a good boy."
I shrugged and lay back on the pillow, having pulled the sheet over Elly and myself. "I guess she can speak for herself if she wants to," I said calmly.
Elly glanced at me quickly and then looked at Mrs. Devine. "Can we go home now?" she asked in a small voice. "Our folks will be worried about us."
Mrs. Devine didn't answer this. Instead she sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hand up my leg even though the sheet was between her hand and my flesh. "You have nice strong legs, Tommy," she murmured softly. "Nice strong legs."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied because she had a way of making me feel even younger than I was and addressing her this way seemed to be right. "Thank you, ma'am."
"We've been doing some thinking, kids," Mrs. Devine told us. her voice sounding real serious now. "And maybe it would be a good idea if we shot a scene of you two screwing while Basil and I, naked, of course, stand around and watch you and play with each other as you fuck. What do you think of that idea?"
"We don't think much of it," Elly surprised me by saying. Evidently, she surprised Mrs. Devine, too, for she frowned and stared hard at Elly. "We want to go home now, Mrs. Devine. We've put on enough show for you people."
"Oh, come now, my dear," Mrs. Devine said soothingly, "you really don't want to go home just yet, do you? Would you like to stay here and see what happens later? I can assure you it will be most interestingly hot."
"You were taking pictures of us through the wall just now, weren't you, Mrs. Devine?" Elly astonished me by saying.
Mrs. Devine merely smiled. "Yes, my dear. We thought it might be better if we didn't tell you we were shooting the scene. That's why we left you two alone for a while. We wanted to see if you would sex each other on your own, just for the enjoyment of it, you see."
"Well, you got your film of us," I told her. "How about taking us back to town now."
"My dear boy, we aren't through with you yet. Can't you be patient. I assure you, you'll have a fine time if you'll just relax, both of you."
"We're relaxed," I said shortly.
"As soon as Basil gets through showering we're going to try for a really big scene, kids," she told us. "That is, if you're willing to do it." Her face became severe as she glanced at first me and then Elly. "Come now," she went on firmly, "Let me hear your reaction to this. Are you willing or not?"
"What if we aren't?" I asked.
"We have ways toer-make you do it, dear boy." She cleared her throat. "However, we don't want to resort to that. We want you to feel free and happy. We'll all have fun if you are this way and not get uptight about it."
"Why do you want to watch us and get that on film?"
"Because everyone can identify with a watcher, Tommy. Everyone."
I scratched my head and sat up, the sheet falling away from my chest and Elly's titties, too. She made no move to cover herself, so I didn't, either. "I guess maybe you're right, Mrs. Devine. It is kind of fun to watch someone screwing. Why don't you and your brother get on the bed and fuck while Elly and I stand nearby and watch? We could make out like we were your children and you were teaching us the correct way to do it."
Mrs. Devine actually clapped her hands in glee. "Why, that's a tremendous idea, Tommy boy. My goodness, why couldn't I have thought of that? We might even name the film The Proper Way to Educate Children. Something like that. I must say I'm very pleased with your suggestion, Tommy. I may even give you some er-money for it."
"I don't want any money, Mrs. Devine," I told her, becoming excited at seeing her own excitement which was really something to see, the way her big tits were bobbing up and down as she breathed heavily. "All I want, all Elly wants, is that you take us home after the scene. Will you do that?"
Mrs. Devine nodded abruptly, got to her feet and walked out of the room. I heard the bolt being shot into place on the other side of the door. Mrs. Devine was taking no chances on our escaping the place. I turned to Elly and she smiled strangely at me. "Don't worry, sis," I told her. "We'll get out of here pretty soon."
"Oh, I'm not in any great hurry, Tommy. I kind of like it here with you and those others. I mean, I sort of do. Only thing is, I'm worried about what mom and dad will be doing. Do you think they're out looking for us by now?"
"I doubt it," I replied. "They'll just think we went someplace for a malt or something after the game."
"I hope you're right." Elly shivered.
"Are you that scared of mom and dad?" I asked somewhat stupidly.
"Well ... gee ... I don't want them to find out about ... all this ... you and me ... you know."
I nodded. "Neither do I. That's why I haven't put up any fight or anything. If I tried to fight our way out of here we both get banged up and how could we explain that to mom and dad?"
"You're right, Tommy. like I said before, you're a sharp guy, even if you are a little smug about it." She giggled when she spoke.
I shook my head. "You're some girl, Elly. You really are. I mean, you're something else. Most girls would be hollering their dumb heads off about now, but not you, Elly. Nope. Not you. You're too smart."
"Well, thanks for the compliment," she returned slightly sarcastically, "but did you have to make that crack about girls having dumb heads?"
I stared at her in astonishment. "Did that make you mad, Elly? Really?"
She calmed down quickly. "No," she replied, giving her pretty head a couple of quick shakes. "No, not really. I guess I was just sticking up for my own sex."
I pointed at my cock. "That's what I'm doing."
She saw my hard-on growing and giggled. "That's not what I meant by sticking up."
"It's what I mean," I said, grinning. "Want to kiss it again?"
She laughed and reaching over played with my tool for a time as it became harder and harder. "Don't you go off all over everything, Tommy," she cried. "I mean, put it in me and go off if you want but don't waste it."
"Speaking of wasting it, you'd better let go of it or I will. I'm going to need all the hard-on I can get when they come back for the big four-way scene, if that's really what it turns out to be."
She sat up and turned on her tummy and looked at me, her pretty titties hanging down from her chest in a maddening way. "What are we supposed to do while Basil and Mrs. Devine are screwing on the bed, Tommy?"
"I guess we just stand nearby and watch and act like we're learning stuff from our parents."
Elly giggled again. "Come off it. Parents never teach their kids stuff like that, and you know it."
"Well ... it's just make-believe stuff. You know what I mean. Basil and Mrs. Devine will pretend to be our parents and will demonstrate how to fuck properly. Something like that, I guess."
She giggled again. "Boy, some parents they'd make. Wow! They'd have their babies masturbating at three months."
I laughed. The picture she had drawn with words was very funny to me right then. I stopped laughing a moment later as the bolt on the door was pulled back, the door swung open and in walked Basil and Mrs. Devine, both of whom were absolutely naked. Both looked as if they had just taken a shower. Mrs. Devine was still wearing a shower cap. She removed it and motioned for the other people to enter the room. Basil, however, told her it would be better to have the camera shooting through the hole in the wall.
Mrs. Devine snorted but nodded her head and told the poppers to stay where they were. "And we don't want too much light for this scene anyway,, you know," she told them in addition. "There's such a thing as not wanting to beer-recognized, you know."
I wondered how she thought Elly and I felt.
Basil got on the bed and lay there looking at the ceiling while Mrs. Devine told Elly and me where to stand. We took up our positions and watched her as she lay down on the bed with her brother and began to play with his soft prick.
One of the poppers came in then, handed two white pills to Elly and me, gave us a glass of water and told us to swallow the pills. We did so, reluctantly, and the guy left the room.
He returned almost immediately and began cursing and swearing.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Devine asked him, frowning severely.
"We'll have to wait for a while. This new film is no good. It's the wrong type."