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  Natural Hormone Therapy 5

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2016 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. None of the characters engaging in sexual conduct in this work of fiction are under the age of 18, legally unable to give consent, or related by blood.

  Contents

  Natural Hormone Therapy 5

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 1

  Ben staggered back. James took a quick step forward, setting his hands onto his shoulders and pushing him roughly. He spun around, falling to one knee and fumbling for the gun he’d dropped in their initial clash. James charged forward and Ben rushed into motion, hurrying to level the barrel at him.

  “Cut!” shouted Luciana. “Cut, cut, cut.”

  Ben sighed and did what he could to hide his frustration. It was the fourth time in a row that they’d run through the fight scene between Romeo and the brothel’s bouncer, played by James. He was getting tired and knew that he would need his energy on that night, of all nights.

  “We only have a couple of hours,” said Luciana. “No… scratch that. We have less than two hours before the grand opening. The two of you need to put some passion into this scene!”

  “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?” asked Ben. He frowned at the tanned, attractive woman, his eyes tracing a path along her figure.

  Luciana was wearing a low cut red dress, tight in all the places that counted. It showed off an ample amount of cleavage and made her butt look like something fit to be worshiped. She hadn’t put her makeup on yet for the opening introduction she’d be giving to the audience before their performance, but with her body on full display, it hardly mattered.

  “I need to see energy, real energy!” shouted Lucina. “Your emotions should be wild, even as actors! Throw punches at each other! Snarl and shout!”

  “Luciana, we don’t have time for this,” said Ben. “It’s opening night, and we still have-“

  “Other scenes to rehearse,” said Luciana. “Of course. Which is why we need to move through this quickly.”

  Ben opened his mouth to object, but Luciana moved across the stage over to him. She didn’t stop until her body was pressed against his, a coy smile on her lips, jet black hair falling across either shoulder and framing her face.

  “Please, Ben,” she whispered. “We need to do this final rehearsal and get it right. I know how… hard you’ve been working.”

  Ben sighed as he felt Luciana’s hand run across his chest. She’d been acting weird all night, more flirtatious and touchy-feely than normal. He was pretty sure that she was on some kind of drug.

  “Luciana,” he said. “I guess… We could give it another try.”

  “Good,” whispered Luciana, her lips brushing against his ear. She hurried off to the side of the stage, and Ben turned to face James.

  James. He was a fellow actor and teenager, and Mika’s boyfriend. The same Mika who had, earlier in the week, given Ben a blowjob in exchange for putting in a good word with Luciana.

  Mika had got what she wanted in the end, or at least close to it. Luciana had allowed her back into the play as one of Juliette’s friends. James, on the other hand, had been suspicious, and rightly so. That suspicion became rage when they were acting across from each other, and that was what Ben saw staring back at him as he looked at the other boy.

  James snarled his line, the words practically lost in anger. He rushed forward at Ben, doing a damn good job of channeling the passion Luciana had requested. Ben managed to fumble up his arms in time to block an overhead strike as the other boy’s fingers, carefully laced together, crashed down, aimed at his head.

  Ben took a step back and countered by hurling his shoulder into James’ chest. He felt the boy’s fists hit against his back, and it hurt. Ben slammed his knee up, catching James in the stomach. He fell back a pace and frowned, realizing that the acting had crossed the line into reality.

  “You bastard!” spat James. He rushed forward, leaping onto Ben and wrestling him to the ground. Ben squirmed as one of James’ arms tried to snake its way around the throat. He flailed wildly to the side and felt his fingers brush over the nearby gun on the ground.

  He picked it up, aimed it at James, and fired. The theater’s sound technician was incredible, and made the noise of the bullet at exactly the right time. James snapped back, clutching his chest. He muttered his last line and closed his eyes.

  “Perfect!” yelled Luciana. “Perfect, perfect, perfect.”

  She jumped up and down from where she stood in the wing, her breasts bouncing in tantalizing glory. She was definitely on some kind of drug, Ben decided.

  “Now,” said Luciana. “We have to keep moving. Juliette?”

  From backstage walked out Juliette, or as she was known in real life, Alina, Ben’s stepsister. She was in full costume, and she was playing a high-class whore. Alina’s chestnut brown hair fell across her shoulders, highlighting the dip in her expensive silver evening gown that exposed the curve of her breasts. It was even more revealing than Luciana’s, and a strange part of Ben flushed with jealousy at the idea of Alina wearing it in front of a crowd of people.

  “Are we… going to rehearse the scene after this?” asked Alina. Her hazel green eyes flicked from Luciana to Ben. She smiled, revealing the cute dimples on either side of her mouth.

  Ben, even as her brother, couldn’t deny that she looked good. The gown fit her as though it had been sewn to her measurements specifically. Her butt pushed out in back, and her breasts were pulled up in front. It fit the part she was to play in the production to the point of perfection, and made Ben heat up when he looked at her.

  “No,” said Luciana. “There is only one scene the two of you need to rehearse, and you know which one it is.”

  Alina nodded slowly, her face going a little red. Luciana had been hampering them to practice the final love scene, the consummation scene, for days. The two of them had worked on it at home and at rehearsal, but Luciana had never been satisfied with their efforts.

  It wasn’t that they weren’t willing to kiss each other, or even touch each other. It was that Luciana wanted more from them. Ben could tell how hard it was for Alina to balance her role as an older sister against her dedication to the play. And so he made sure that he was never the one to push it further, to cross over the line. And their performance had suffered a little because of it.

  “You’ll do it as many times as it takes for me to believe that the two of you are really having sex,” said Luciana, bluntly.

  CHAPTER 2

  “Ready?”

  Alina blinked her eyes at Ben and flashed him a half smile. Luciana had ordered the rest of the cast to set the scene for the first time Romeo and Juliette meet, and a medium sized bed sat on one side of the stage. Music came from the other, very quiet, to set the ambiance of the brothel.

  “I’m ready,” said Ben, with a nod. He looked over at Luciana, who made an impatient hand gesture at him, and then he i
mmediately fell into acting.

  “Do you treat all of your clients this way?” asked Ben, his question directed at Juliette, at Alina.

  He watched her step in closer to him, leaning her face forward, and letting her lips graze across his neck. Waves of excitement flooded over him. She was his sister, true, but between the mental acrobatics of juggling his lines with his outward mannerisms, it was hard to keep that in mind.

  “You are my first,” said Alina. She spoke the words with the grace and skill of a practiced theater actor, making them sound like they were meant just for Ben while simultaneously projecting her voice outward toward the crowd.

  Ben took his cue in stride, leaning forward and pulling her against him and into a kiss. Her lips pressed against his, hot and soft. He felt a shiver of hot, confusing desire flood through him as his crotch made contact with her body.

  “Keep going!” shouted Luciana. “Make me feel the passion!”

  Ben pressed forward, kissing Alina continuously as they moved toward the bed. He breathed through his nose. He did math in his head and thought about his grandfather shirtless. He did everything in his power to keep himself from getting an erection, and still failed miserably, his hard on pushing into Alina’s stomach like a tower of shame.

  He could feel her reacting to it, squirming slightly while struggling to stay in character. It was something that Ben and Alina had dealt with before and learned to tactfully ignore during rehearsal. During an actual performance, the stakes were different.

  They couldn’t stop and adjust if things got too heated. There was no real way for Alina to show her feelings, to show her discomfort, if things got out of control. And the crowd was there, watching, waiting, judging their acting abilities. Regardless of what happened, the show would go on.

  Ben collapsed onto the bed, Alina landing underneath him. She pulled the blankets back and slipped under them, shooting him a curious smile. Ben followed and felt relief wash over him. They were safe, under the blankets. It stopped mattering so much. They could take it easy and carefully act the rest out.

  “More!” screamed Luciana. “I need more feeling! More emotion!”

  Ben hesitated, and then leaned forward, giving Alina a passionate kiss. He could hear Luciana yelling in the background. Alina reacted to it, snaking her tongue out into her brother’s mouth. Ben kissed her back, slowly grinding his erection against her, feeling himself fall into the moment.

  “Cut!” Luciana all but stomped up on stage, looking as though she was a few frustrated minutes away from committing assault against her cast. “What the fuck was that?”

  Ben frowned and shook his head.

  “We’re doing what you said,” he said. “It’s going to look fine to the crowd. We’re-“

  “You’re acting like shy middle schoolers!” screamed Luciana. “I need to see more than that! I need acting that makes my blood boil!”

  “Luciana…” Alina frowned. “You’re the one who picked us for these roles. We can only go so far.”

  Luciana walked over to Alina, standing over where she still sat on the bed and locking eyes with her.

  “I want you to go further,” said Luciana. Alina blushed.

  “He’s my brother,” she whispered. “It’s not like I can just…”

  She let the thought drop, unwilling or unable to carry the last words to fruition.

  “I need to feel like the two of you are actual fucking,” said Luciana. “And I expect you to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Do you understand me? Whatever… it takes.”

  She spoke through clenched teeth, but after a moment and several deep breaths, she seemed to calm down a bit.

  “Look,” continued Luciana. “I’ll have one of the grips make sure the blanket is pulled back when the two of you fall onto the bed. That way, you can use it to cover yourselves immediately.”

  “How does that change anything?” asked Ben.

  “The party scene is still continuing in the background,” said Luciana. “I want the two of you to strip each other’s clothes off and toss them out. Give the crowd something worth their time.”

  Ben stared at her in surprise. He turned to look at Alina, who look confused and a little uncomfortable.

  “Uh…” said Alina. “I don’t think we should.”

  “You will,” said Luciana. “I’m not giving you a choice. Let’s run it once more in the time we have left.”

  “Luciana,” Ben protested.

  “Take your puritan shame and throw it out the window!” shouted Luciana. “This is theater! Loosen up!”

  The director waved her hand toward them in an almost violent gesture. Ben shrugged and turned toward Alina.

  “We’ll be careful,” he said. “It shouldn’t be too weird, right?”

  Alina met his gaze and ran her fingers through her hair, her face conflicted and beautiful.

  CHAPTER 3

  “You are my first,” said Alina, her tone innocent, almost naive. Ben pushed forward against her, kissing her deeply and hopefully giving Luciana the scene she wanted.

  The two of them fell onto the bed, The sheets had been pulled open, and Ben immediately moved to start covering the two of them. He could see Luciana standing in front of the rows of audience chairs in front of them, watching with a frown on her face.

  “We aren’t moving on until all of your clothes, including your underwear, are lying on the stage,” shouted Luciana. A murmur of awkward laughter spread through the rest of the cast, unsure as to whether or not the woman was joking.

  Ben scowled and looked down at his sister. Alina was already wiggling out of her gown underneath him, slipping the arms off and pulling it down. Ben hesitated for a moment, but Alina shot him a disapproving glare, and he started carefully doing the same with his own shirt.

  “We’ll be careful,” he whispered. “It won’t be this weird during the actual play.”

  “With hundreds of people from our community watching us?” asked Alina. “Hundreds of people that recognize us and our family? It will be even weirder, Ben.”

  Ben cringed. Alina had her dress off, and she slipped it off the side of her bed and set her hands on Ben’s jeans. In their modern version of Romeo and Juliette, Romeo was a bit of a hipster, and it took him a couple of seconds to get the tight fabric off his legs.

  Alina moved underneath him, and Ben almost let their blanket covering slip out of surprised. She was almost naked. She was his sister, and she was almost naked, underneath him. The reality of the situation began to dawn on him in a different way.

  “Underwear!” said Luciana. “Throw it out onto the stage! I won’t settle for anything less.”

  This time, the rest of the cast was dead silent at her remark. Luciana, for all of her acting and directing experience, sounded more like a leering strip club patron than a practiced professional. Ben leaned forward to confer with Alina, but as he came in close, she finished unhooking her bra and pulled it forward, off her chest.

  “Your boxers,” whispered his sister.

  Ben stared at her breasts. It was too dark under the blanket to see much detail, but even the outline of them carried an intensity, as though the bra had held back heat and sexuality along with holding them in place.

  “Ben!” snapped Alina. Ben shook his head and absent mindedly began pulling his boxers down his legs, only then realizing where things were headed.

  He’d have to use every ounce of his self-control to keep from getting a full blown erection under the blankets. Already, he was halfway there, the idea of his naked sister in the bed with him working him up into a confusing state of shameful lust.

  He pushed his boxers to the side, feeling Alina hesitate for a split second before starting to slip out of her panties. Ben felt a brief flash of anger at Luciana for making them go to such insane lengths, but forced it back down. It was opening night, and this was their last chance to rehearse one of the most important scenes in the play.

  “Good!” shouted Luciana, seeing Alina’s pa
nties slip to the side of the bed. “Now, make with the lovemaking!”

  Ben met Alina’s eye and flashed her a nervous smile. Her expression was blank, verging on grim. She nodded her head curtly and then leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

  “Just pretend,” she said. “We’ll be careful. Both of us.”

  “Uh… right,” said Ben.

  He lowered himself down on top of her. Only their heads were visible outside of the blanket’s cover, and he made an effort to keep an inch or so of space between the rest of their bodies, namely, his hardening cock and the crease of her thighs.

  “I need to hear the bed shaking!” shouted Luciana. “Give me more!”

  Ben frowned and looked down at Alina apologetically. She leaned up and kissed him once, and then again more deeply, following it up with a kiss on the neck and then earlobe.

  “Just… pretend,” she whispered.

  “I’ll try,” he said. Ben shifted forward, trying to position himself so that his burgeoning erection lay flat against her stomach.

  The tip of his cock pushed against something hot and wet and glorious, and Alina let out a shudder and dig her fingernails lightly into his shoulder. Ben pulled back immediately and shifted again. Alina rolled her legs up slightly, changing the angle of her legs. This time when Ben moved forward, he felt her grip her thighs around his cock, holding it in a safe, albeit close to dangerous position.

  “Just pretend,” Alina repeated, her voice quivering with emotion. “Just pretend like you’re… doing me.”

  Ben leaned forward and gave her a deep kiss, pushing his hips downward. His sister’s thighs tightened, squeezing his tool and sending a pulse of sickeningly guilty pleasure through him. He could still feel the heat and wetness of her cunt against his shaft, right there, within striking distance.

  “Yes!’ called Luciana. “Good!”

  Ben let his hips fall into an easy rhythm, pumping his cock between Alina’s thighs. His older sister’s breathing was hard and slightly labored, and every few seconds, she let out a tiny whimper. Ben kissed her lips and neck, and his hands automatically wandered up to her breasts, her naked breasts. They felt amazing under his palms, compelling works of sexual art, soft, pale globes dotted with puffy pink nipples.