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  “Ohh…” whispered Alina. “Ben!”

  She tensed up as his fingers ran across her nipples, arching her hips slightly and tightening the hold of her thighs on Ben’s cock. Ben reached down with one hand and took her by the waist, levering her body up into him. It felt a lot like sex, close enough to it that he was tempted to push it further, and see how much of a difference in pleasure there really was.

  The blanket had slid back a couple of inches without them realizing it. For three, maybe four seconds, Alina’s breasts were on full display to the rest of the cast, glistening with sweat and bouncing as Ben dry fucked her.

  She let out a startled squeal and reached down to the hem of the cloth, pulling it back over her. Alina’s face began turning bright red, and she pushed Ben back slightly, as if only then realizing the level of lewdness of what they were doing, even covered as they were.

  Alina met his eye, pleading with Ben silently even as he reached the point where he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. She’d used the same look on him back when they were kids, on Saturday mornings when they’d fight over the TV remote, when she needed a favor from him, or an excuse for their mom during high school.

  “Ben…” she whispered. “This is… wrong.”

  Ben leaned forward, kissing her deeply as though trying to carry his response through the touch of their lips. Alina’s body shifted up, responding to his automatically. He pulled back a little too far on a thrust into Alina’s thighs, and when he pushed forward again, he felt his cock slide into something hot, wet, and far tighter than he would have expected.

  Alina let out a silent gasp and stared at him, wide-eyed. Ben blinked, knowing his own expression must have been just as shocked. He pulled his cock back slightly and Alina immediately twisted, tightening her legs in defense and cutting off any access he could have had.

  Ben frowned in automatic reaction, but only for a second. Alina reached down with her hand and took his cock into a soft grip. She ran her finger over the head of it gently and glared at Ben, a lot designed to arouse and reprimand at the same time. He felt his mouth slack open as his sister slowly began to pump, biting her bottom lip and watching him with an expression full of confusing, complicated emotions.

  “Alina…” Ben whispered. He kissed her again, pushing his lips against hers.

  “Finish!” shouted Luciana. “Show me the finish!”

  Ben shifted, and Alina let him slide his cock back between her thighs, where it had been originally. It only took him a half second to get up to speed, fucking his sister’s tight, pleasurable thighs, feeling pleasure and guilt flood over him in intoxicating pulses.

  Alina buried her face against the nape of his neck as Ben reached the heated height of his assault. He groped at her breasts and kissed her shoulder, a sickening realization dawning on him as he felt pleasure building in his crotch. If he kept going, he was going to blow his load.

  “More!” shouted Luciana. “Just a few more seconds!”

  Alina looked at him, apparently thinking the same thing that he was. She brought her hand up to his cheek, gently caressing it in an attempt to calm him down with sisterly love. Ben pounded into her thighs and grimaced, feeling ashamed. He needed to cum, and the gentle way she was trying to bring him back from the brink was only serving to do the opposite.

  “Alina!” Ben shouted. He tried to pull back, save himself from crossing over the line at the least second. He managed to get his cock free of his sister’s thighs in time, but the pleasure continued for a moment longer on its own momentum, and it was just too much.

  He exploded, blasting out a sticky, white hot load of cum onto Alina’s naked stomach and chest. She glared at him, her expression stiff and unreadable. Ben fell forward, his body mushing up against hers and the mess he’d made. Alina buried her face in his neck again, and Ben felt wet tears there, rubbing on his skin.

  “Perfect!” shouted Luciana. “Just, uh, shout Juliette’s name instead of your sister’s, next time.”

  The rest of the cast members burst out into laughter. Ben reached down next to the bed and had just finished pulling on his boxers when Alina wrapped herself in the blanket and disappeared backstage, her steps hurried and heavy.

  CHAPTER 4

  Ben got dressed in awkward silence. He could feel the eyes of most of the cast members on him, but frankly, he didn’t care. His thoughts were of Alina, and of the look she’d given him at the end.

  “Alright,” said Luciana. “I’m not a fan of giving long speeches on opening night. All of you already have enough on your minds without me adding to it. Just give it your all tonight, and roll with whatever happens. Remember why you’re here.”

  She waved a hand, dismissing all of them to backstage or wherever they needed to be in the time before the performance. Ben pulled on his shirt and frowned as he watched Luciana make her way over to him. Her movements were energetic, almost agitated, and again, Ben felt as though he was watching someone hyped up on a drug, or at least adrenaline.

  “Ben,” said Luciana, smiling. “You did good. You did very good, in that last scene.”

  She licked her lips and took a step closer to him, and then another.

  “Make sure your sister is ready for that to happen again in the actual performance,” she whispered.

  Ben shook his head.

  “Luciana, I’m sorry, but I think that was going too far,” he said. “It feels… too risky, to do that in front of an audience.”

  Luciana glanced around her, leaning slightly toward Ben and pushing the cleavage in her red dress into view. She made sure that the rest of the cast was preoccupied before stepping even closer to Ben, pushing her crotch against him.

  “I thought it was perfect,” she said, licking her lips. “And I think, if you have any trouble getting the motivation to do it again, you should let me know backstage.”

  She pulled him into a hug, or at least what looked like a hug to anyone watching. Her hips moved against Ben’s, horny and eager. He felt her breath on his neck, and her breasts mashing against his chest. His cock began to harden in his pants, despite his recent exertion.

  “Luciana…” he whispered.

  “Oh Ben,” she said. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

  She pulled back, and Ben let his breath out. He watched her move across the stage, her butt swaying from side to side with each step. He took a moment to relax, and then headed started heading backstage to find Alina.

  “Ben!” called a familiar voice. “Yo, Murdock!”

  Ben turned to see a group of familiar figures standing at the edge of the auditorium, below the lip of the stage. Three of his closest friends from high school, Jerome, Aiden, and James, a different James from the play, stood smiling at him.

  “Uh, hey,” said Ben, feeling almost too surprised to come up with a response. “Jeez, wow! I was not expecting you guys.”

  “Your mom told us about it,” said Aiden. “Nice to see that you’ve been keeping busy.”

  Ben chuckled. The last time he’d seen the three of them had been at the start of the summer, during the funk he’d fallen into after realizing he’d be stuck in community college for the next few years. So much had changed since then. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the stage, slapping hands in greeting with each of them.

  “It’s been fun,” said Ben.

  “So are you like an extra, or one of the people that gets killed?” asked James. Ben laughed.

  “Actually, yes, I do die in the end,” he said. “I’m Romeo.”

  The stunned silence that followed was so satisfying that Ben felt himself wishing that he could bottle it up and save it for later. He waited for his friends to recover, grinning at their expressions.

  “That’s… pretty fucking awesome,” said Jerome. “Man, I wouldn’t have expected you to… well, pull that off.”

  Ben leaned back, silently thinking about all he’d been through over the past few weeks. He’d changed, and though he wasn’t sure if i
t was for better or for worse, he knew that he was stronger than he’d once been, more resilient. And far more open minded.

  “You guys should stick around,” said Ben. “Alina’s playing Juliette. You can say hi to her at the end.”

  “Your sister?” asked James. “That’s… uh, an odd casting choice.”

  Ben smiled. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed, but rather, he pushed through it. He knew how much acting meant to Alina, and he knew how much it meant to him. And he loved her, regardless of what they had to endure, or how their emotions responded to the situation.

  “I have to get backstage,” he said, standing up. “It was good seeing you guys, though.”

  “You want to hang out after?” asked Aiden.

  Ben shrugged.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll be in touch, though.”

  Ben hurried backstage. He felt a ball of anxiety form in his stomach as he remembered the look that had been on Alina’s face during the last run-through. It seemed unreal to him, like a dream that wasn’t good or bad, but just weird. Had he really taken it as far as he remembered? Had he really lost control end?

  Alina and Ben were the only two actors to have their own dressing rooms. Ben knocked on the door to his sister’s and waited for a silent moment before opening it. He found her in the corner of the room, sitting in a chair facing a mirror, fixing makeup marred by streaks of tears.

  “Ben…” whispered Alina. “This is really messed up.”

  She turned to face him, and Ben’s heart threatened to explode into pieces. Alina was barely holding it together, wracked by raw shame and emotion over where the last scene had taken them.

  “Alina…” said Ben. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her, crouching to put himself on eye level with him.

  “You're my brother, Ben,” said Alina. “And… I felt it.”

  Ben winced.

  “It was only for a second,” he said.

  “Your cock…” said Alina. “It was inside me.”

  Ben looked away from her, unable to endure the intensity of meeting her gaze. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to meet her eye, knowing that the only way to get to the other side was to keep going forward.

  “Alina,” he said. “I love you. And I don’t care.”

  She shook her head.

  “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked. “Ben, this is serious! We’re… family.”

  She hardly made a sound with the last word, mouthing it as though it was a dirty, illicit word on her lips.

  “I don’t care!” snapped Ben. “I love you! And we’re in this together, acting together. I know how much this means to you, Alina, and we’ve come too far to let it fall apart now.”

  Alina frowned but said nothing.

  “Alina,” continued Ben. “Let’s give the audience what they want. Just for tonight, let’s be Romeo and Juliet, and let the crowd see how serious we are as actors.”

  “The crowd is the community,” said Alina. “They all know us! They saw us grow up together, went to school with us.”

  Ben reached his hand out, cupping her cheek.

  “And now they’ll see how strong we are,” he said.

  Alina took a deep breath and smiled through her tears. She nodded, and then let out a small laugh.

  “I think that’s what I needed to hear,” she said. “Thanks.”

  “No prob, sis,” said Ben, smiling back at her. Alina set a hand on her chest and laughed again.

  “I feel like all the weight just fell off my chest,” she said. “I can do it now. I’m ready.”

  Ben grinned and squeezed her shoulder. Alina stood up and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Ben rested his hand on the back of her head and held her, feeling her warmth and softness for a moment of pure, sibling love.

  CHAPTER 5

  Ben headed straight to his dressing room after leaving Alina’s and was surprised to find someone waiting outside of it for him. Alexa Murdock, his stepmother, stood holding a large bouquet of flowers.

  She wore a purple sweater that fit her figure well, exposing the curve of her large breasts through the thick fabric. Her dark blonde hair was loose and neatly styled, as though she’d been to the salon earlier in the day.

  Her jeans were tight against her butt and thighs, and she stood leaned against the wall with her legs crossed playfully. Ben smiled at her as he walked over, feeling a surge of pride in the way that she looked at him.

  “Hey, Romeo,” she said. “Ready to make your acting debut?”

  Ben shrugged.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said. “Are those for me?”

  His mom rolled her eyes.

  “They’re for Alina,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d care much for flowers after a performance.”

  “No, I really wouldn’t.” Ben met her eye for a silent moment, feeling tension seeping into the encounter as he looked at her. He opened the door to his dressing room and gestured for her to follow him inside. Alexa surveyed the space, which was really no more than a storage room with a chair and changing mirror.

  “So?” she said, crossing her arms and facing him. “How are you feeling?”

  Ben took a deep breath. He wanted to exude confidence but felt his heart beating hard in his chest, holding him back.

  “I feel good…” he said, halfheartedly. “A little nervous, maybe.”

  He shrugged, meeting his mom’s eye for a moment. She frowned at him, sensing his emotions.

  “Oh,” she said. “Well… you still have a half hour or so before call time.”

  Ben nodded.

  “Yeah, I guess I do,” he said, excitement running up his leg, into his loins.

  Alexa licked her lips and leaned her head from side to side. She was blushing, Ben noticed, and seemed to be toying with an idea in her head. He was pretty sure he knew what it was.

  “If you need something to help you focus, you can just say it,” said Alexa.

  “Mom…” Ben shrugged.

  He felt a wave of shame sweep over him, stronger than it usual was. Perhaps it was because of the location, the situation, the fact that within the hour he’d be on stage in front of an audience of hundreds. Or perhaps it was because of how excited his mom’s vague offer had made him, and the fact that he felt as though it was exactly what he needed and wanted at that second.

  Alexa walked over to the door and twisted the locking mechanism in the handle. She glanced across the dressing room, not at Ben, but at herself in the mirror, and folded her arms across her breasts.

  “Sweetie,” she said. “It’s your treatment. And… I think it’s probably on nights like this that you need it the most.”

  Ben nodded.

  “That’s probably true,” he said. “You don’t mind doing it here?”

  Alexa blushed more deeply and smiled.

  “Of course I mind,” she said. “But when I think about watching you up there on stage, you and Alina both… I want to do everything I can to help you give a good performance.”

  She walked over to Ben, standing only a couple of inches away from him as her fingers undid the button and zipper on his jeans. She pulled them down and pushed Ben back into his chair. His cock hardened almost instantly, as though it hadn’t been touched in years. That was her effect on him, like magic.

  “I’m so proud of you, Ben,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his erection. “I really am. I can’t even put into words how much I love you.”

  “Mom…” said Ben. “I love you too.”

  It felt stupid and childish to say, and felt less meaningful than the emotion in his mom’s eyes staring back at him. She slowly began to stroke his cock, kneeling in front of him in the chair. Ben ran a hand through her hair and watched her, his emotions running wild.

  “Your therapy has helped so much,” said Alexa. She brought her face in a little closer, letting her hot breath tickle the underside of his shaft. A pearl of precum formed on the
tip of his cock, and she dabbed at it with one finger, licking her lips as she saw it lift into a gooey string.

  “It’s you, mom,” said Ben. “I mean, it’s been you, more than the therapy.”

  She smiled bashfully and gripped his cock with both hands, stroking it lovingly. A few strands of loose blonde bangs fell across one of her eyes, and she flicked her head back, clearing them away.

  “Oh, stop,” said Alexa.

  “Really, mom,” said Ben. “I don’t think it would have worked so well if it had been… anyone else.”

  He took deep breaths as he watched her feeling pleasure pulsing through him. Alexa wore the expression of a proud mother on her face, love dripping from the expression. IT was like an aphrodisiac to Ben, the idea of the deep, sacred emotions she felt for them, and the contrast against the pleasure, the dirty pleasure, she was currently giving him.

  “You’re so sweet,” she said. “Ben, my baby boy. You’re all grown up now.”

  “I am,” said Ben. He met her eyes, and the sexual nature of what his mom was doing flew through the air between them with an almost physical presence. Alexa slowly moved, stroking him off, her shoulder and the rest of her body moving with her arms.

  “Is this enough for you, honey?” she asked, quietly.

  Ben shrugged.

  “Could you… use your mouth?” he asked. Alexa blushed, licking her lips again and nodding.

  “Of course, sweetie,” she said. “If that’s what you want…”

  She stuck her tongue out and licked his cock from the base to the tip. Ben let out a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It felt so incredibly good. It made the world feel right, and the night feel perfect. His mom was sucking him off, giving him her own special brand of encouragement before his big night.

  She pressed her lips against the tip of his cock as though she was giving it a tender kiss, slowly parting them to allow his member inside. Her tongue moved against his shaft, sensually, patiently, even. She made it seem as though she was planning on sucking him off for hours, touching his cock with her tongue and mouth like the early stages of a long, gradually building massage.