Chapter 13
They locked up Elly and me in a room on the second floor of the place after giving us a couple of sandwiches and a glass of milk. I had no idea of what time it was but suspected it must be quite late. I wondered if they were going to keep us here and what our parents would do when neither of us returned home from the football game. Elly and I were lying fully clothed on the bed and neither of us said anything for a long time.
"Boy, Tommy, are we ever going to catch it when we get home," she said at length. "What will we tell mom and dad?"
"You tell me," I said shortly.
She was silent for a moment. Then: "Tommy, are you mad at me?"
"Nope."
"Tell me something," she said, flopping over on her stomach and looking at me sideways. "If they gave you bennies how did you ever get a you-know-what on?"
"Who cares? That's not important now. What is important is what's going to happen to us."
"I don't know," she said, and giggled.
"Shut up!" I cried angrily. "This is no time to be silly. We have to get out of here and get home before we're in bad trouble."
She giggled again. "Guess mom and dad are gonna be awful mad at you, huh?"
"At me? At both of us, dopey. You ought to know that much."
"But you were the one who started all this stuff, Tommy."
"Are you going to blame it all on me?" I stared at her in bewilderment.
She shook her head. "No. I guess it was my fault, too."
"Crazy," I said bitterly. "Big deal."
"Why don't you see if you can raise a window, Tommy? Maybe we can climb out on the roof or something and get away from here."
"It's an idea," I admitted. "I'll take a look."
She giggled again. "Do you know what Basil called what we did on the bed, Tommy?"
I was up on my feet now, inspecting the window. "No, what?" I asked, hardly paying any attention to her.
"He said it was a daisy-chain. Did you ever hear of that before?"
"No," I said. "Probably something he made up."
She giggled loudly. "I thought it was fun. I liked it."
I didn't bother answering her; I had something more important to do-try to get the window up. I pulled and yanked on it, shoved from underneath, did everything I could thing of, but the thing wouldn't budge. It had been painted in, as they say. The paint held it firmly. I walked to the other window and tried that one but with no good results.
"Looks like we're stuck here," I muttered.
"Tommy," she said, looking at me oddly, "I fell real hot. Would you like to do it to me?"
"We might as well. We can't get out. Why not enjoy ourselves while we can?"
"Knock it off, Elly. I have to think."
"Tommy, can't you think and do it at the same time?"
She was beginning to exasperate me. "Look, damn it. We've got to figure out some way of getting out of this place and do it soon because if we don't...."
"Dad and mom are going to go to the police and tell them we're missing. Right?"
"I suppose so."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, her eyes more serious-looking. "Try the door. Maybe you can figure out a way to unlock it. Tommy."
I shook my head. "They locked us in with a key. I heard them turning it in the lock."
"So what are we gonna do, Tommy?"
"Well, one thing we're not going to do and that's what you wanted a moment ago," I growled.
She pouted prettily. "I just thought we might as well as long as we're locked in, Tommy. You don't have to be mad at me, do you?"
I didn't answer her but tried the door. It was locked securely and there was no way to get it open.
"Tommy," she said, giggling once more, "do you suppose our folks will send us off to one of those places for boys and girls who do bad things?"
"You mean rehabilitation, don't you? How would I know? I do know this, Elly. If we don't get home soon we're going to be in deep trouble and that's a fact."
"Yeah," she said, her face changing expression again. "I guess you're right, Tommy. I ought to be scared, but for some reason I'm not."
"That's because you got all those bennies in you, silly. I've heard when people have that stuff in them they don't worry about anything."
"Oh..., " she said. "Do I act funny, Tommy?"
"Sort of. You giggle at the wrong times. Stuff like that."
"I want to go home," she whimpered. "Take me home, Tommy."
"It's not that easy, silly. We're locked in."
"Kick the door down. You're strong."
"Nuts," I said, disgusted with her. "That's only done on television. I can't kick a door down and neither can anyone else."
"You could try, couldn't you?"
I didn't get a chance to answer her because someone was turning a key in the lock. The door swung open and Basil stood there. He looked at me and then at Elly.
"All right, kids," he said. "Down to the studio again. We got more film now and are going to shoot the straight sibling scene, brother loving sister. Come along."
"Go to hell," I cried. "We're not doing that stuff again. You can't make us do it, either."
Basil looked me up and down. "Why not come along peacefully. No use in starting a lot of trouble-trouble for yourselves, I mean, The scene only lasts about fifteen minutes. Then you can go home, both of you."
"I don't believe you. You wouldn't dare let us go home now. You'd be afraid we'd tell on you."
His eyes shifted about. "That's not true, kid. Our operation here is about to be concluded. We're clearing out right after we get this scene on film. When we're gone you can tell anyone you like. The cops will never find us. We have a perfect hiding place."
"Don't fight with him, Tommy," Elly said, coming up to me and grabbing my arm. "They'll only beat you up."
"They won't beat me up. I won't let 'em. Besides, they couldn't have me in the film if my face was banged up."
"Don't kid yourself, boy," Basil said. "You'd better do as your sister suggests. She's got sense, this girl."
I shrugged and figured it would be better to be downstairs where I'd have at least a chance to get out of the house. "Okay, Basil," I told him, pretending I was giving in. "Let's go. We have to do as you say, I suppose. We're just a couple of kids and we can't fight four adults."
He glanced at me sharply. "Don't give me any bull, kid. If you're thinking about making a break for it, remember the boys have guns. You wouldn't want your little sister to be shot, would you?"
"If you harm her I'll-I'll..." I was mad now and had to fight to control my temper.
"What'll you do, kid?" he inquired, his face twisted into a snarl.
"Nothing," I said, and looked away from him quickly to make him think I was scared, which I wasn't.
"Downstairs, both of you," he ordered crisply. "They're waiting for us."
We went down the stairs together with Basil in the lead. I glanced at the front door when he came to the ground floor and saw it was closed and more thanlikely locked. I considered making a dash for the door but rejected it when I saw the two poppers come into the hall, the one named Perry carrying the gun and pointing it straight at me.
"That's just in case you try to run out on us, boy," Basil said, and grabbing my arm with one hand and Elly's arm with his other hand, he steered us into the studio room. The lights were turned on brightly and the bed was prepared. There were clean pillows and sheets on it and as I glanced about the room quickly I saw Mrs. Devine over near the camera. She was fully clothed and scarcely looked at me.
"All right, Tommy, Elly," she said. "Take off your clothing and get on the bed. I'm running the camera on this one."
Elly giggled, damn her, and I could have smacked her one, but I held my temper again and told her to remove her clothing, which she did, still giggling. I knew I shouldn't get buzzed off at her, that she was still high on bennies, but it was hard not to be angry. I took off my clothing, also, and Elly placed her hand in mine.
"We might as well do it, Tommy," she said, grinning. "Anyway, I think I want to."
"Sure," I said. "Okay, we'll do it and get it over with."
She lay down on the bed and I did, too, and right away Mrs. Devine started giving us instructions on what to do. I was to get on top of her and keep my foot about a foot apart and Elly was to spread her legs wide and bend her knees and so on. This, Mrs. Devine explained, was so they could get a good focus on my dingus going in and out. They were, of course, shooting the film in such a way that the viewer would see me from the rear lying on top of Elly. I did as she had told me to do and so did Elly.
"This is going to be a great scene," I heard Basil say to one of the other guys. "Nobody's ever shot two young kids before, not to my knowledge. It ought to sell big."
"Yes," the guy answered him. "It's going to be a big money thing, sure as can be." He even sounded like a sissy.
"Just a minute, kid," Mrs. Devine said. "Before you actually begin making love, sit up and put your arms around one another, facing the camera. Play with each other. You, Elly, take hold of your brother's thing and work it around slowly. You, Tommy, play with her titties. Let's take plenty of time at this. We want to make this film as exciting as possible."
"All right," Elly replied before I could say a word. "Sit up, Tommy, like Mrs. Devine says."
We sat up on the bed and Elly put her one arm around my shoulders while I put mine around hers. She grinned at me and winked at the grinding camera and she did it in such a way that it struck me as being funny, so I grinned back at her. I ran my hand over her titties and she took hold of my prick and ran her fingers up and down on it slowly. It was already hard, but this made it very hard. I heard Mrs. Devine mutter something about it being a fine scene so far and then I got caught up in the passion of the thing and lowered my face to Elly's tits and began to suck on one of them. Elly stiffened her body and I could tell she was having a ball doing this. My kid sister was a hot little minx, no doubt about it. She was ready for anything, and the truth was, I was getting that way more and more with each passing moment.
I squirted a little in her hand and when I did this Elly cried out and everyone in the room seemed to suck in air audibly. I guess it really sent them to see this happen.
"Can he stick it in now, Mrs. Devine?" Elly asked.
"Don't look at the camera and ask questions, kid," Mrs. Devine told her severely. "The viewer will be distracted by that. Just do hot stuff, anything you think of."
The first thing Elly did was to place her lips around my dingus and start sucking it. I couldn't stand much of this, so I yanked it out of her mouth, squirting stuff all over her face and titties. I heard the others gasp and murmur their approval and there was something about this that nearly drove me wild with desire, so I forget about Mrs. Devine's instructions to go slow with it, pushed Elly down on her back and sank the old shaft into her. I pumped it into her furiously and in no time at all I had blown my duff.
I yanked it out of her and she looked at me strangely. "Is that all, Tommy?" she asked, disappointment in her eyes.
"Come on, kid," Mrs. Devine yelled. "We haven't got even one third of the film shot. Do it again. Fool around with her, do something, damn you."
"That's all," I said. "I've shot my wad. No more."
The tallest of the two queers picked up one of the whips that stood in the corner and advanced toward the bed. He raised the whip and brought it down savagely on my back. It hurt like hell and I flinched.
"Get with it, kid," he yelled at me. "You're ruining our scene."
"You hit me again with that whip and I'm gonna knock hell out of you, damn you," I yelled back at him. I was fighting mad now.
"Don't hit him," Mrs. Devine cried out. "You can't handle this boy that way. I know him. I'll handle him."
She came over to the bed and sat down and began to play with my dingus. "Now then, Tommy. Doesn't that feel good?"
It felt great, but I was damned if I was going to admit it to her now. Not after that creep had hit me with the whip. "Leave me alone," I growled. "You and Basil get on the bed and do it. You two are brother and sister, too, so give it a try."
"We want kids to film, Tommy, not adults, Don't you understand?"
"Tell that clown to stay away from me with that goddamned whip or I'll beat his brains out."
"Why don't you be reasonable, kid?" she asked. "It'll only take about ten more minutes and then you'll be through."
Well, that's about all I have to tell you about this odd story. Mrs. Devine finally convinced me it would be stupid of me not to crawl back on top of Elly and do it to her again, so reluctantly I did so. It was while we were right in the middle of the sex act that the door of the studio burst open and there stood three policemen, plus my father and mother and Jeanie, the girl Elly had gone to the football game with. It turned out that she had overheard Basil talking to Elly, telling her where he was going to take her for "some fun" and Jeanie had rushed home and told her mother, who had called up my folks and they of course called in the police. That's the story, just about all of it. I haven't left out anything in particular but have put it down on paper just about as it all happened.
When I had finished the story and corrected it as best I knew how, I took it with me the next time I went in to see the doc. He seemed very interested in it, looked it over at some length, and asked me if I would mind if he took it home and read it.
I knew, or thought I knew, why he wanted to take it home and read it. It's common knowledge around here that he's got a frigid old wife. Every guy in the place says this, though I don't know how they found out about it, or even if it's the straight dope. At any rate, I figured the old doc wanted to read my story to his frigid old wife and see if it would stir up a fire in her.
Big deal.
That old doc gives me a pain.
He claims to know all there is to know about how guys behave. I figured him to be pretty stupid about it, if you want to know the truth.
Any guy, no matter what his age, who keeps on living with and working to support some frigid old broad doesn't know too much. What this old doc ought to do is to hunt up someone like Mrs. Devine. She'd fix him up in a hurry.
In more ways than one. That's what she did to me, that lovely, lush old bag. I wish I could get out of this stupid school long enough to throw a good you-know-what into her.
I just may do it, at that. One of these days, when they get a bit too lenient around here, I'm going to walk away from here and look her up or someone like her. It wouldn't be her. I understand they got her locked up someplace, too.
Man, how I'd like a little of that stuff right now-or for that matter, any broad. Looks like it'll be a long time before I get some if I don't just escape.
As I said, I'm thinking about it. I don't want to end up knocking donnikers like most of these other guys at the school do.
Nuts to that stuff.