Chapter 3
ABOUT TRICKY DICKY
"Sit down." Andrea beckoned Billy to the bed, patting the pillow beside her.
She kicked off her shoes and curled her feet under her.
She smiled at Billy. Her face was warm and open, without a trace of the frayed nerves and exasperation she had revealed in the kitchen a moment before.
"Are you going to sit down next to me, Billy?"
He stood in the doorway, hesitating. In the back of him the sound filtered through the hallway from the kitchen. Billy heard Mimosa humming to herself as she swept the floor.
"Next to me, Billy?' Andrea repeated.
He nodded, kicking the door closed with his foot. He reached for the knob with his hand and flicked the lock. Then he looked up and towards the bed. Andrea sat there with an inviting smile on her face.
"I thought you said it was serious?"
Andrea smiled. "It is serious, Billy, But that doesn't mean we can't be comfortable, does it?"
"No," he shrugged. "I suppose not."
"I have some cigarettes in my purse. Do you want to bring them over?"
He nodded, lifted her purse from the bureau top and carried it with him over to the bed. "Do you need matches?"
"No, I have some."
With her nails Andrea tore open the cellophane wrapper. Ripping the silver paper of the packet and extending the first cigarette to her brother, she asked, "Did you lock the door?"
He nodded.
She smiled and leaned towards him to kiss him on the cheek. It was a wet kiss. Her tongue fluttered against his skin.
"I like kissing your skin, Billy, especially up here on the cheek, just after you've shaved. I like the way it tastes ... sort of like mint."
"That's my after-shave lotion," Billy mumbled. He lighted a match and inhaled deeply. "I don't have much time, Andrea. Really, I don't. Maybe I shouldn't have walked out on you like that, up there in that dumb agency, but I felt I had had it. I don't know if you know what I mean, but I really felt like I had had it. I just didn't want to spend another minute of my life waiting for those goddamned faggot casting directors to try and squeeze my balls!"
"That's not what they really do," Andrea smiled. "You're just saying that to make me jealous."
"No," Billy protested, "I mean it! Oh, sure, they're not out there grinning and licking their lips and sort-of clucking you under the chin and telling you how cute you are!"
"I'm sorry, Billy," Andrea said. "I never had any idea it was that bad."
"Worse!" Billy said emphatically. "Sure, they don't try to touch my cock or anything because they can see by one look at me they'd wind up head first through the fucking window if they so much as tried to lay a hand on my cock!"
"Me too?' Andrea whispered.
Slowly raising her right hand she held it poised over Billy's lap. Her fingers were extended and they rested less than a scant inch away from the crotch of his pants.
"Would you let me touch it-would you let me touch your cock, Billy?"
Billy sighed. "Let me finish what I'm saying. Just for once, Andrea, hear me out, will you? Maybe you are right about most things. I don't doubt that-I never did. We all agree You're the only one in the family with any brains. Even Mom and Dad knew that."
"I hope I have more than brains," Andrea complained. "I'd like to feel I had some sex appeal too."
Casually her hand descended lightly at first and brushed against the soft texture of his pants.
It was an idle gesture. She gradually moved it toward his crotch. She felt the response from within as his penis began to thicken and swell.
"Do you want me to be a faggot?"
"Would I love you this way if I wanted you to be gay?" Andrea asked. "What a silly question! You're a beautiful man, Billy, a beautiful man!"
He nodded. "That's true. But I'm tired of being mistaken for a girl. I'm tired of other guys looking at me as if I'm queer. That's what pissed me off today in the casting office. Girls even ignore me!"
"I can't believe that!"
"They do!" Billy insisted. "Automatically most of them assume just because I'm so good looking that I'm some sort of freaky untouchable."
"That's terrible!"
"Right!" Billy said emphatically. "I was talking to Leo about this. It was his idea really. Sure that play of his is obscene and dirty. No holds barred. Leo intends to have actual fucking and sucking on stage!"
Andrea shuddered with revulsion. "Just what I would expect from Leo."
"That's beside the point," Billy insisted. "If I'm in that play and I'm seen by the public-well, for once and for all, I won't be bothered anymore by the fags! Girls will chase me instead!"
"Then I'll be jealous," Andrea pouted. "Think of your sister."
Billy smiled. "You know I think of you. Sometimes I think of you too goddam much." He flicked the ash of his cigarette, inhaled his last drag and squashed out the butt in the bedside ashtray. Andrea squirmed closer and tightened her grip on his cock while simultaneously parting her thighs as Billy slid his hand down to her groin.
"I think of you, all right, Andrea! I really think of you!"
"And I think of you, Billy, baby," Andrea moaned. "I really do. I don't want to see you naked on a stage, honey, or watch you fuck another girl every night."
"Not every night," Billy grinned. "You don't have to come to every performance."
"You bet I'll be there at every performance," Andrea flashed. "I know how easy it is for you to over-act."
"You don't have to worry," Billy said. "We don't actually fuck. It's just a simulation."
"Close enough to the real thing as far as I'm concerned," Andrea stated emphatically. "Besides, I want to see my brother at the top of his profession, not the bottom. I want to see you respected, Billy. I want to read about you in the papers."
"You will," Billy laughed. "Right after opening night. I'll bet my name is in every paper in town!"
Andrea winced. "That's just what I'm afraid of, Look, Billy, wouldn't you really rather be in a TV commercial? Mimosa is only thirteen but she's bright about some things. If you're going to sell your body, Billy, why not do it for some real money? You know what they pay on TV! That's money!"
"Sure," Billy said angrily. Every serious actor dreams about a long running TV commercial with plenty of residuals. The next stop is Hollywood. Sure that's what I want. But I'm not going to do it if I have to prostitute myself to the first horny guy who makes a grab for my prick!"
"So that's really what sent you out running today from the casting office," Andrea mused. "Somehow I didn't think it was all that simple."
"It is."
"What's his name-Finch-the casting director? Did you think he was queer? A homosexual?"
Billy nodded. "He's got the worst reputation in the business! The kind he goes for the most is my type. Leo told me that. No sooner would I walk into his office, but he'd be trying to feel me up."
"I thought he was rather nice."
"You thought ... you saw him, Andrea, you met Dick Finch?" Billy was surprised. "After I left?"
Andrea nodded. "Dick Finch. Is that his first name? Yes, Billy I saw him after you left."
"How come?"
"You had no sooner walked out the door when the girl called you in for your interview. I couldn't let an opportunity like that go to waste, I just couldn't, Billy, so I walked into his office with your portfolio and I showed him your pictures."
Billy snorted. "What did he say? That he was interested? I'll bet he liked the one of me in a bathing suit. Did he suggest I come see him after hours?"
"No," Andrea smiled. "He seemed interested in you all right, Billy, but strictly professionally. He didn't seem at all like a homosexual to me."
"You don't know them like I do!" Billy exclaimed. "How dirty and devious they can be!"
"Well," Andrea shrugged, "I didn't get that impression from Mr. Dick Finch-not at all!"
"You sound pretty smug!"
"Do I?"
"You know you do!"
Andrea smiled. "If Mr. Finch happened to call you up in a day or so with a concrete offer of a legitimate job in a filmed TV commercial-Billy, do you think you'd accept?"
"That's hardly-likely!"
"I didn't ask you whether or not it was-likely," teased Andrea. "I just want to know if you would take the job. On the straight up and up. Would you take the job and tell Leo to go kiss his own ass with a dirty play of his? That's what I want to know?"
"Sure!" Billy replied. "If that were to happen."
"Maybe it will, maybe it will."
Billy stared at his sister. A secretive expression was revealed by her smile. She beamed like a Cheshire cat, erotic and sly.
"What went on between you and Dick Finch?" inquired Billy. "You sound funny to me!"
"Do I?"
"What happened?"
"Oh, nothing. . . " Andrea snuggled close. Her hand toyed with the buttons of his fly. She squeezed her legs spasmodically. "Nothing yet. But I think he wants to fuck me..."