Chapter 10

Elly was right about us not having a chance to get together for a long time. Our folks were around, one or the other of them, all the time for the remainder of the summer. To make matters worse, I never once saw the shade drawn on Mrs. Devine's rear window, not during the entire month of August, and then-it was time to go back to school, a thing I looked forward to about as much as having seven teeth pulled. Not that I was a poor student or anything-I was pretty good-but just that school bored me, usually.

It wasn't until October when I was sitting in the stands watching our team play football that I saw Mrs. Devine again. I wouldn't have seen her except that she came over and sat down behind me and leaned over.

"Hello," she said, her breath striking the back of my neck.

I recognized her voice, of course, and a warm feeling ran through me. Making sure there were no other people close by that I knew very well

-I had gone to the game alone-I turned around on my seat and said, "Hi. How are you?"

"Just fine, Tommy. Enjoying the game?"

"Yes." I looked her over. She was dressed fit to kill; she looked just great. Terrific. "We're a bit behind," I added, meaning our team was twenty points behind the other one.

"Yes," she said; "we're taking a drubbing. I have a car parked in the lot ... over there ... I mean, over behind where we're sitting." She was talking very low now. "Would you like to go for a drive?"

"Sure," I said cautiously. "What kind of car is it?"

"A new Buick. Green, four-door. Why don't you go there now and I'll come along in a few minutes. The door of the car isn't locked."

"All right," I said quietly, and got to my feet and walked down the stadium steps to the nearest exit. I left the stadium and found her car without any difficulty. I looked around carefully, saw there were no people about that I knew, climbed in and slumped down on the seat.

I had to wait about ten minutes, but finally she came and jumped into the car without speaking, started the motor, flicked on the headlights and drove out of the parking lot in nothing flat. She drove south out of town, still without saying anything and turned left onto a dirt road.

"Where are we going, Mrs. Devine?" She laughed nervously. "For a ride, kid."

"Yes, I know, but where?" She shrugged. "Why ask me that? You got some place you'd like to go, boy?"

I glanced down at her legs and saw the short skirt she was wearing. There is always something wildly exciting in a car about a pair of shapely female legs clad in nylons, a short skirt and, of course, with the skirt high above the knees. The moment a woman gets behind the wheel of a car she seems to be more sexy for some reason. Why this is I never knew; maybe it's because of the seat. At any rate, now, as I glanced at her legs for the second time, she deliberately pulled her skirt several inches higher, though this was unnecessary because I could already see practically all of her legs. I wanted to touch her, so I put my hand on her thigh and ran it up toward her box slowly. She laughed tensely again and spread her legs slightly. It had been two months since I had touched her and I was becoming about as hot as it is possible to be.

"It's been a long time, Tommy," she said softly, "since I've felt your hands on my body. I like it, boy. Play with me."

I ran my hand still higher until I rested over her cunt. I pressed in with a finger and felt the little indentation through her panties. She sighed and jerked her head and swerved the car dangerously.

"Watch it," I cautioned. "I'd better stop this till you park."

She surprised me by stopping immediately. "How's this, Tommy?" she asked, sighing.

"Suits me okay," I said, and ran my hand up and down the sheer stocking in delight. "You have the most beautiful, the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I added. "I've been just about nuts these past two months waiting to see if your shade would be drawn, but it never was."

"Tommy, I haven't been home very much," she explained. "I've been in the East and South a great deal of the time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I didn't have a chance, Tommy," she said. "Let's not talk about it. We're together now. Let's do something and not waste time talking."

"You'd better pull the car off the road first."

She nodded and drove the car along the dirt road for several hundred feet and then suddenly turned off into a field. She doused the lights and cut the motor. "How's this, boy?"

"Great," I said, my heart hammering again. "Take out one of your titties. I want to feel of it."

She laughed. "Why don't you take it out?"

I felt kind of silly for having asked her to do that, so I laughed to cover up my awkward feeling. Reaching down her dress, I cupped my hand over one of her large titties and felt its softness and warmth. I became hard immediately. I felt like mounting her there and then but decided I'd play around with her for a while-I knew she liked this play business as much as I did if not more.

"Your hand feels so good on me, Tommy," she breathed. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too, Mrs. Devine. like I said, I thought I was going nuts there for a while when I didn't see the drawn shade."

"Oh, Tommy, suck my breasts, boy."

I bent over her as she slumped down somewhat and took her titty in my mouth and ran my tongue over it and sucked on it and bit it lightly and did everything you can do to a tit. Then I stopped and ran my hand up her leg again. I liked this better.

"Get between my legs, Tommy," she urged.

"Never mind about getting me hot beforehand. I'm already hot."

"All right," I replied quickly, my heart hammering again, but even more furiously now. "You want me to stuff the old pecker in you, right?" I said this because I wanted to see how she would react.

She reacted just as I had thought. "Tommy, get between my legs and stuff that old pecker up my cunt." The way she imitated me made me want to laugh, but I held it back. When she said it, it sounded absurd.

I crawled between her legs as she pulled her panties down on her thighs. I took my dick in my hand and thrust it at her crease. I had no more than got it in than a set of headlights flashed on the car. Taking it out quickly, I zipped myself up and sat over on my side of the seat while she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her dress.

"It's the police, Tommy. Let me handle them. Don't you say a word unless they ask you something." She got out of the car and walked back, apparently, to meet the cop who was approaching from the cruiser.

I couldn't hear what she said to the cop, but she took a long time explaining to him,, apparently. At any rate, a full three or four minutes, maybe longer, passed before she came back to the car and climbed in. I hadn't glanced back to look at the cop; I had been too nervous about the whole bit to want to let him see who I was.

She sat still on the seat for a brief moment, then turned on the car lights and the motor. I saw the cruiser drive on and I heaved a sigh of relief.

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I just talked to him, boy."

"You must have talked pretty good. He didn't even come to the car to check on me."

She laughed. "I have a way with cops."

"Man, you must have. Did you know him?"

"Never mind the questions, boy. Just be thankful I got us out of that mess."

I couldn't really see what mess we'd been in because I knew I could have gotten off her and back on the seat before the cop arrived at the car door, but if she wanted to think it could have been a mess that was okay with me. It would be okay with me, that is, if we drove someplace else and started all over again. I hadn't actually realized how much I'd missed her until now, although I had told her I'd missed her a lot. Now I knew one thing for sure-I wanted to get with her like mad.

"Let's go somewhere else," I suggested. "Someplace where there won't be any cops to stop us."

"I'm glad you suggested that, Tommy. It's exactly what I had in mind."

"Great. Your house?"

"No. We can go to a place I know. It's about five miles from here."

"You mean a house?"

She bit her lips and I could see her face now fairly clearly-the light from the dash made that possible. "Why did you call it a house, Tommy?"

"What?"

Again she bit her lips. "Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about, I guess."

I was puzzled by her remarks. "Let's go," I said. "I'm ready for you right now."

"Let me ask you something, Tommy. Do you know where your sister is?"

"Sure. She's at the football game, sitting on the other side of the field with a girl friend."

"No, she isn't, Tommy."

I stared at her profile. "What do you mean? I ought to know. I walked to the stadium with them, part of the way."

"Elly is with Basil by this time, Tommy."

"Basil?"

"Yes. He followed her to the game just as I followed you."

"No kidding?"

"Yes. I might as well admit it to you, Tommy. You see, my brother and I are in the film-making business."

"Movies? Is that what you mean?"

She nodded and backed the car out of the field onto the road. When we were in motion, heading away from town, she spoke. "Basil and I want you and Elly to do a scene in our next movie."

"You're kidding me."

"Not at all. We have the cameras ready, the location picked out, everything. All we need is for you and Elly to do the scene."

"What's the name of your movie gonna be, Mrs. Devine?"

"For the time being we're calling it The Siblings."

"What's that mean?" I asked, and it seemed to me I had asked the same thing once before of someone.

"Means brother or sister."

I nodded. "Oh, yes, I remember the word now. What's the movie about? I mean how do I fit into it, Elly and me, I mean?"

The car moved ahead at a faster clip now. "You two do a scene in it. A very important scene, by the way. That's what the movie is all about-a brother and a sister."

"But we don't know anything about acting."

"You know how ... to ... make love, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"You and Elly," she said hastily, "are going to do a scene-be all naked and everything, and on a bed and..."

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Devine," I said coldly. "I'm not doing anything that nuts, not in front of a camera. Neither is Elly. I won't do it and I won't let her do it. You must be crazy to think we would."

"I'm sure," she said smoothly, "that Basil and I will induce you to do the scene."

"What makes you think so?" I asked, getting hot under the collar now. I didn't like her tone.

She reached over and patted my knee. "Now, Tommy, don't get all upset and everything. It's all going to work out fine, wait and see."

"Where is Elly now?" I asked abruptly. "I mean is she with your brother?"

"I would imagine so. I saw her leaving the stadium with him just prior to speaking to you."

"You planned all this, you and Basil?"

"Of course." She gave the wheel a twist and the car veered to the right. I saw there was a fork in the road, and we were now on the right-hand prong of it. She slowed the car down and drove about a mile before turning off to the right again. We entered what was almost a wide path through a woods and drove along it for about a half a mile. She stopped the car in a clearing and left the lights on. "Go up to the house, Tommy. Over there." She pointed and I saw a building, but not very clearly. "Wait for me. I can't drive the car any further. Might get stuck. I'll leave the headlights on so you can see where you're walking."

"Is Elly in the place?"

"I don't know if Basil and Elly have arrived yet or not, but I should think they would have. We'll go inside and find out."

"I don't see his car parked anywhere." r "He always parks it off to the left behind those bushes, so you couldn't see it anyway."

"All right," I said reluctantly. "But Elly and I won't do that scene."

"We'll talk about it when we're all inside the house, Tommy."

"Let me ask you something, Mrs. Devine. If you picked me up to bring me here for that purpose, why did you stop and park along the way? It doesn't make much sense."

"Ier-wanted to give Basil enough time."

"Time for what?"

"Heer-didn't say."

I knew there was something crazy going on but couldn't figure out what it was. Not yet anyhow. I got out of the car and walked toward the house, then stopped and waited for her. She came along a few minutes later after she had doused the car lights. I could see her faintly by the moonlight-there were no lights on in the house that I could see.

"I don't think they're here yet, Tommy. Let me take your arm and we'll go inside and find a light switch."

She took hold of my arm and pinched it hard in a certain manner. Pain shot up my arm and down my shoulder. I had to fight to keep from hollering, it hurt so bad. She kept on pinching my arm for a long moment and then released it.

The pain had been too bad for me to jerk away from her and now my arm seemed paralyzed.

"What's wrong, Tommy? she asked quietly as we moved along across the dark yeard.

"My arm-you must have struck a nerve or something," I gasped.

"Oh ... does it pain you terribly?"

We were, apparently, nearing the front door of the place, though I could barely see the house.

"Yes," I gasped. "It hurts like ... hell."

She moved away from me and I could just barely see her opening the door. She came back to me and took my arm again but more gently this time. "Step inside, Tommy. I have a couple of pills that will ease the pain."

I nodded, grimacing, and stepped into the house. There was a dim red light burning at the opposite end of the hallway. She opened a table drawer, took out a bottle, and unscrewed the cap on it. Removing two pills, she handed them to me. I reached out my hand to take them, but the pain was too intense to let me use that arm, so I took them in my other hand and placed them in my mouth without thinking.

"I'll get you a glass of water, Tommy." She left the hallway and returned immediately with a glass of water, which I took from her and used to wash the pills down. "Come into this room ... over here, Tommy. Those pills are excellent. Your intense pain will be gone presently."

Funny thing, she was exactly right. In less than five minutes I was feeling no pain at all. I was, in fact, feeling something entirely different.

I was feeling wildly lustful. My heart was thumping furiously and I knew I was ready for anything. The crazier the better.

"Come with me boy," Mrs. Devine said. "Where are we going?"

"Into the studio, boy. Elly is waiting to play the scene with you."

CHAPTER ll

I entered the room with her and saw two men operating a camera. They were taking shots of the largest bed I had ever seen. They weren't taking shots of the bed itself but of Elly, who was lying on the bed. Her eyes looked glazed and I suspected she was doped somewhat. More than likely I was, also, although I scarcely realized this at the moment. They had her wearing black underclothing, black stockings and garter belt-, that is, no panties and no bra. She lay on the bed, her legs spread far apart while the cameramen took (apparently) a close-up of her box. The two cameramen seemed unconcerned and I wondered about this until I looked at them more closely and recognized them as being the type of guys known as poppers, or homosexuals. Basil, who was naked, stood in the corner of the room and when I glanced at him I saw him smirk slightly and motion to me.

"Take your clothes off, kid," he barked. "All off."

I didn't want to, but I complied. When I was naked I stole a glance at Elly, who was now sitting up on the bed. She had a terrific look of wild lust in her blue eyes. She glanced back at me and I saw her wink and grin. She began to wiggle her butt about on the bed. At the same time she gestured to me to come nearer to her. I didn't move but looked first at Basil and then at Mrs. Devine.

"What's the matter, boy?" Mrs. Devine asked. "Don't you want to make love to your sister for the camera?"

"No," I said, and looked at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze. I was suddenly afraid or perhaps I should say reluctant to stand naked in front of all these people. If she had given me some kind of pills to remove my self-consciousness, it hadn't worked well enough.

"Come on, boy," Mrs. Devine said, taking my arm. "Lie down on top of your little sister and do it to her. We need a scene that ... we insist that you do it, Tommy. We won't allow you to leave, either of you, till you do it. It won't take long, about twenty minutes."

"Come on. Tommy," Elly said eagerly. "I'm willing."

"That's the way to talk. Elly girl," Basil said in a deep tone of voice that surprised me somewhat. I had him figured for a popper and somewhere I had gotten hold of the idea that poppers talked in a higher pitch. Funny. I had never noticed if he spoke this way up to now. I guess I hadn't paid much attention to him. "Tommy," Basil went on, "your sister wants you on top of her. Get with it, kid."

"No," I said shortly. A short while ago I had been ready for anything but this feeling-now that I had seen my sister on the bed with these poppers taking pictures of her-had left me. "No," I repeated, "I won't do it."

Basil came over to me, an ugly look on his bearded face. "If you don't do it to your sister, then you'll have to stand there and watch me take her. We gotta have this scene."

I just stared at him.

Mrs. Devine came up to me and touched my arm. "What's wrong, kid? You don't have a hard-on. Can't you do it in front of us? Is that the problem"

"I don't have a hard-on because I don't feel like it," I told her angrily. "Let Elly and me go home. We don't want to do this thing."

"I don't mind," Elly said from the bed.

"Shut up, Elly," I growled. "Get your clothes on. We'll walk home if we have to."

Basil looked furious. He gestured at the two cameramen and they grabbed me, tussled me to the floor and one of them tied my feet together and brought cord up to tie my hands behind my back. They picked me up and set me on a chair. I was mad enough to kill one of those poppers, but I had waited too long to put up a fight. Now I was practically helpless-they had done a good job of tying me up.

Basil removed his clothing and I saw him finger himself several times until his John was hard and then he went to the bed and lay down on it and began running his fingers up and down Elly's legs, finally inserting one into her box. Elly, damn her, squealed with delight and this made me even angrier than before. I strained at my bonds but couldn't get loose.

"Don't do it, Elly," I cried. "Get up from the bed."

She shook her head, her eyes filled with lust. "Nope. I wanna do it to him, Tommy. He makes me real hot."

"Zoom in on this, Perry," Basil told one of the cameramen. "Get a close-up of my finger in her cunt."

I saw the camera come closer to the bed and when it did Elly began to move her butt about excitedly. I knew damned well they had given her some bennies or something, the way she was acting. She wasn't herself at all.

"Suck me off, Basil," she cried. "Get them to film that. That would be wonderful."

"I intend to do exactly that, my dear," he said, and glancing over at me, grinned. "How do you like watching this, kid?"

"Go to hell!" I yelled. I must have yelled pretty loud because Mrs. Devine struck me across the face and told me to hold it down or she'd have me gagged as well as bound.

"Doesn't watching this give you a hard-on, kid?" Basil asked, and turned over on his side so I could glimpse his John sticking out.

"Screw you," I cried. "Wait till I tell my dad about you people."

"You won't do that, Tommy," Mrs. Devine said, frowning at me. "If you ever mention this to your folks, we'll see to it they know about you and Elly."

She had me there and I knew it. "Damn you," I said bitterly.

"Shut up," Basil said crisply. "You've let us down badly. If you aren't careful with that mouth of yours, I'll have you horsewhipped." He pointed at a big whip that stood in the corner of the room. "The boys know how to use it, kid, so don't think you won't be hurt."

I scarcely paid any attention to him because Mrs. Devine had taken off her blouse and bra and was leaning over me now, her mammoth titties hanging down and practically touching my face.

"Suck on 'em, boy. Maybe it'll make you hard."

I shook my head. "I don't want to."

She frowned. "You're being very obstinate." She turned to Basil. "What were those pills you gave me to give him, Basil?"

Basil sat up on the bed and glared at his sister. "I didn't tell you to give them to him. I told you to take them. They were bennies. No wonder he can't get hard, you fool."

"Don't call me a fool, Basil," Mrs. Devine yelled. "You watch your tongue, mister big."

"You gave him bennies, damn it. That fouls up our whole deal."

"You told me to give them to him. I'm sure you did," she retorted.

"I did not, damn it. Of all the stupid females, you're the worst."

"I told you, Basil, to watch your tongue," Mrs. Devine cried, her pretty face contorted with anger.

"Crap!" he yelled. "You've screwed up the whole film with your stupidity. Now I'll have to keep my face hidden from the camera and pretend I'm Elly's story brother."

"Go ahead and do it then," she yelled at him. "It's about time you did something useful."

"Stupid damned females," he muttered, and turned back to Elly, sticking his finger in her again.

"Suck me, Mr. Basil," Elly begged him. "I want you to suck me."

He shook his head. "I've changed the plan. I'll have to do it to you the other way first. We only have so much film left." He grimaced. "Not that I like doing it that way, but ... damned stupid females, screwing things up all over ihe place, I'll have to."

"I have an idea," Mrs. Devine said suddenly. "Basil, why don't we change the script and have a mother and son and father and daughter scene. We could change the title of the film, too."

Basil looked up at her and rubbed his beard. "Might be a good idea at that. For a stupid female, you might have something there."

Mrs. Devine drew herself up, looking slightly ridiculous trying to appear dignified and half-naked at the same time. "Please stop calling me stupid. I'm not stupid as you well know."

"Okay," Basil said, and grinned at her. "I take it all back." He studied me momentarily. "How about you, kid? Are you willing to go along with it?"

I glanced at Mrs. Devine's big titties and grinned. "I might be," I said. "Only I wish you'd leave Elly out of the picture. I don't want my sister in it."

"I want to be in it, Tommy," Elly cried. "You have no right to big-brother me. I'm going to be in the film and that's that."

I shrugged. "All right. Untie me and I'll go through with it." I figured if I could get them to untie me I could do something about this, maybe put up a fight, or if I had to, run from the house and get help. I had a change of heart, as they say, a moment later when the two poppers untied me. Mrs. Devine bent over me and began to suck on my dingus. It became hard immediately and [ knew I was in for it. and what's more, I didn't mind now. I was hot. I was hot and ready to do anything just as I had been earlier.

"Come to the bed, Tommy," Mrs. Devine said. "You'll get on top of me and Basil will get on top of Elly and we'll play a double scene. That ought to go like everything, don't you think, Basil?"

"I should think so," he replied, his eyes filled with a strange kind of lust as he looked me up and down. "We might even try the old switcheroo, you know. I take the ... kid and you take the girl."

"Yes, I agree, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "But first we should do the scene in a regular manner. Then, if we have enough film left we can do the special scene. We'll make it another scene altogether."

Basil nodded and turned to the two cameramen. "Watch the kid, Perry. If he tries to make a break for it ... break his goddamned head. I can't have him running out of here."

One of the poppers took a gun from his pocket and I guess he must have been the one Basil called Perry because he nodded to Basil. I didn't like the looks of that gun-it made me nervous; it also made me resolve to do whatever they wanted me to, no questions asked. I didn't want to get myself killed. This Perry guy looked mean enough to shoot his own mother.

I got up carefully from the chair, taking no chances on moving suddenly. Perry might get the wrong impression and start firing that thing in his hand. I looked at Mrs. Devine and she smiled at me and took my hand and led me to the bed where she took off all of her clothes and stood naked in front of everyone. She raised her hands above her head and this made her titties look to be twice as big as they were and three times as inviting.

"The kid's really hard now," Basil muttered to Mrs. Devine. "Look at the size of that tool of his. Man!"

I knew damned well Basil was thinking about getting a little of me for himself-it was there in his eyes plain to see. These queer guys can't seem to hide their feelings too good and maybe they don't want to-I don't know.

"Yes, he's quite ready for the scene, Basil," Mrs. Devine said to him. She turned back to me. "I'll lie down and you get on top and stick it in when I tell you to."

"Just a minute," Basil said. "Perry will direct the scene, not you, sister."

Mrs. Devine shrugged and lay down, spreading her sexy legs. wide. I grinned at her and lay down on top of her, noting how soft and like a cushion she was. Her skin was smooth and warm and nice and I could have lain on her forever, it felt that good.

Basil, I saw, was already on top of Elly and was moving slowly on her.

"Just a minute, Basil," the guy named Perry hollered. "Haven't got your ass in focus properly. This is gonna be tough getting both movements in the same . , . "

"Shut up, Penny, and get on with it," Basil cried at him.

"We should have a few minutes of foreplay, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "You run your tongue over the girl and Tommy can do the same to me. We should all turn on our sides facing one another for this."

The next thing I knew we were all doing exactly this. I could see that Elly had her eyes tightly closed and that she was breathing fast. Basil kept glancing down at me instead of at her. I didn't care. I was pretty hot by now and when Mrs. Devine shoved my face between her legs I used my tongue on her happily. Basil, I guess, was doing the same thing to Elly.

"That's a great scene," Perry cried. "Just great. Keep it going for a while."

I was willing. Elly seemed to be willing and the other two, Basil and Mrs. Devine ... well, they were willing, too, because they were going to make a lot of bread out of this, I supposed.

"Oh," Elly sighed. "This is wonderful, Basil."

I scarcely heard her, for I was too busy running my tongue up and down and in and out of Mrs. Devine's moist, hot cunt. I was about as hard as it is possible to be and I was so hot and bothered by now that I didn't notice that Basil had shifted his position on the bed.

I didn't notice it until I felt his beard rubbing against my flesh. My first impulse was to knock him away, but he grabbed me by the butt and began to go down on me, taking my old peter into his mouth as though it was the greatest deal in the world.

I stopped sucking Mrs. Devine and looked up at her. She patted my head and grinned a little. The next thing I knew she was turning Elly around, pulling Elly's legs over her head and running her tongue in and out of Elly's box.

"That's terrific," Perry cried. "Man, what a scene. Kid, you get busy. Go down on Mrs. De-vine. Don't spoil this one. kid." Perry sounded very excited and I supposed he was, being a popper himself, evidently. I guess he was enjoying seeing Basil go down on me because he kept on crying out to all of us to continue.

And we did continue. I returned my mouth to Mrs. Devine's cunt and ran my tongue over it, then going in and out.

We kept this up for quite a while, all of us sweating like crazy, and finally Perry hollered at us that the film was all used up.

No one stopped. I kept on going down on Mrs. Devine, she did the same to Elly, and Elly just grunted and moaned as I figured she must be blowing off time after time.

Me? Hell, what do you think? I blew off in old Basil's eager mouth. It was only after I had blown that I noticed Elly was going down on Basil. "

I lay there breathing hard and watched her take the guy's squirt in her thirteen-year-old mouth.

It was a wild, wild scene and one I'll never forget, not even if I live to be fifty.