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  “Oh, mom…” moaned Ben. “That feels so good!”

  He set his hand on her head, running it through her hair and urging him on. Alexa shot him a stern look, his cock still in her mouth, effectively silencing her. The look was enough, though.

  “Is this… okay?” he asked, feeling suddenly embarrassed. His mom hesitated, and then nodded slowly, letting the muscles in her neck loosen as she prepared to follow his lead.

  Ben slid her head forward, sheathing his cock in her mouth, her hot, wet lips sliding across his shaft. It felt better than anything had a right to, better than anything he’d experienced before. He let out a soft moan, trying to keep his voice down to keep anyone outside from overhearing.

  “Oh fuck…” he whispered. “Mom!”

  He gently pulled back, keeping his grip in her hair soft, guiding her rather than forcing. Alexa licked with her tongue and sucked continuously, looking up at him with loving eyes. She was happy to do it for him, he realized. She was a different woman now than she had been at the start of his therapy, stronger, more open minded, having undergone a similar transformation of her own.

  Ben slowly began to urge her on, moving her mouth back and forth on his cock faster, and faster. Alexa set a hand on his thigh and rubbed gently, encouraging him to do what felt good. It reminded him of when he was a kid, and she would come into his room to say goodnight. Those intimate moments with him in bed, and her gently tucking him in, giving him backrubs.

  Shame stabbed into Ben’s chest as he felt himself growing harder at the memory. Here was that same woman, sucking passionately at his cock, and here he was, wanting nothing more than for the moment of sexual bliss to extend on into infinity.

  His hand stopped guiding her. Alexa pulled back, letting her lips press into the head of his cock, watching him thoughtfully.

  “Honey…” she whispered. “Does this feel good?”

  She kissed and licked with her tongue, suckling on the head of his cock as though it were the tip of a creamsicle. Ben tensed up, feeling his heart pounding, warning him of how close he was.

  “Mom…” he moaned. “Oh, jeez, mom, it feels so good.”

  Alexa pushed forward giving his cock several long, sensual kisses. She sucked it from the base to the tip and began to stroke with her hand again, still sucking on the tip. Ben set his hand on her head and then let it slide down to her soft cheek. She met his gaze, and he could see the love in her eyes, pressing in on him, through his chest and his cock.

  Ben let out a groan and unloaded, blasting his hot cum into his mom’s mouth. She kept a tight seal, trying to suck down every drop. A small strand dribbled down her bottom lip and onto her chin, and Ben reached down and wiped it away.

  Pleasure, shame, and regret waved over him, competing to be the predominant emotion in his heart. Ben pushed it all aside, instead just watching his mom, as she watched him. She loved him so much, and he loved her back.

  “Mom,” he said. “Thank you.”

  Alexa stood to her feet, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

  “Just have a good show tonight,” she said. “Also, here.”

  She reached into her purse and pulled out a small paper bag, passing it to him.

  “Some snacks in case you get hungry,” she said. “I’m going to go wish your sister luck. I’ll see you on the other side.”

  Ben grinned at her. He closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of calm, preparing himself for what was to come.

  CHAPTER 6

  The walls in Pinecross Theater were thin, and when a crowd began to form in the auditorium, Ben could hear it. He stayed in his dressing room for a while, smoothing out the last details of his costume, and then headed out into the communal backstage area.

  The rest of the cast was mulling about, some of them nervous, some of them excited. Ben chatted for a while. He’d become friends with many of them over the course of the production and tonight, they were all counting on each other.

  When Alina made her way out of her dressing room to join the rest of the cast, Ben almost had to do a double-take. She’d been saving the small, stunning details of her makeup and outfit to add in at the very end, it seemed. Her eyelashes were long and whisky, her lips were the perfect shade of red, and two wooden sticks with small gems attached to either end held her hair in a tight bun, out of her eyes.

  “Wow,” said Ben, shaking his head. “You look… amazing.”

  Alina smiled back to him.

  “Why, thank you, Romeo,” she said.

  Luciana paced nervously into the cast area, whistling to gather everyone’s attention. She looked good too, though the nervous tension in her from earlier had been turned up to an even higher degree.

  “It’s time,” she said. “Everyone, give this your best! You’ve worked really hard for today, so leave it all on the stage. Give the audience what they deserve!”

  They was a booming applause from Ben and the rest of the cast, and then Luciana disappeared, headed out front to introduce the play.

  Ben slowly made his way into the backstage wings with the rest of the people in the opening scene. A few minutes went by, and then it was his turn to enter.

  The crowd was bigger than he’d been expecting. Pinecross Theater, like the small town it was based out of, was only built to hold so many people. Ben could see that a line of folding chairs had been added across the back of the room, and down both of the side aisles, and there were even people standing behind that.

  He didn’t let it phase him, using his practice to nail each of his lines and moving forward through the scene. The audience laughed when it was appropriate and occasionally cheered. The play was humming along at a fast pace.

  And then came the scene that he’d been nervous about. Romeo and Juliette’s first encounter, the encounter he’d practiced with Alina right up until the last minute before the show. Alina, in costume, elicited a hushed silence from the crowd when she came out on stage, and it was easy to see why.

  Romeo, in this scene, was supposed to look as though he was captivated by her beauty. Ben didn’t have to pretend. His mouth fell open as she walked toward him, hips swaying softly from side to side.

  Ben kept his back straight, his posture confident, and said his lines. The first few were good natured flirting, but for some reason, they felt more real, more heated, than they ever had before.

  Alina’s reactions, similarly, looked genuine and unsolicited. She blushed, she smiled coyly, and she licked her lips with seductive intent.

  “Do you treat all of your clients this way?” asked Ben, flashing a cocky grin.

  “You are my first,” said Alina.

  Ben’s heart thudded in his chest, feeling the immensity of the moment weighing down on him. The bed was right behind Alina. He took a step toward her, leaning forward to kiss her, knowing that the entire crowd watching him was composed of his friends, his loved ones, his community.

  What would they say if he went into half-heartedly, and kept the scene chaste, and reserved? They’d leave the theater having enjoyed the production, probably, but also questioning Luciana’s decision to cast Ben and Alina, brother and sister, across from each other.

  And what if they put all of themselves into the love scene, taking it further than they ever had before? What would the audience say then? Would they be disgusted, or revolted? Would they get up and leave the theater, then and there?

  Ben didn’t have time to second guess himself. He took another step toward Alina, feeling the heat coming off her body as he drew close. He took her cheek in his hand and leaned forward slowly, letting his lips press against hers, followed shortly after by his body.

  He had an erection within half a second. His worry of the crowd sapping his passion for the scene was apparently unfounded. If anything, all of the eyes on him seemed to heighten his sense of the moment, and make the kiss, and who he was giving it to, more vivid in his mind and body.

  Alina let out a tiny squeal as she fell back onto the bed. The crowd was sile
nt, but still seemed to react to what they were seeing favorably. Ben climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers over him, as they’d practiced. He had to take it as far as he could. He had to do it, for the sake of all the hard work they’d put in.

  He saw Alina’s eyes and her embarrassed face. Her reaction was very different from his. The crowd’s attention seemed to be pressing in on her, keeping her from being able to think clearly about what they needed to do. Ben started pulling his clothes off, letting them fall over the side of the bed as he did. Chuckles came from the crowd, followed by a single massive cheer as he dropped his pants.

  He kissed Alina passionately on the lips and then set about taking her dress off. She didn’t fight him, didn’t say anything, but the scowl on her face was clear enough. She wanted to play it safe. It was too late for that, in Ben’s mind.

  He pulled off his boxers, letting his hard, naked cock glide against Alina’s thighs. The crowd let out an excited roar when he let them drop to the stage. Alina’s bra came next. She pleaded with him with her eyes but didn’t try to stop him as he undid the clasp and tossed the garment away.

  The crowd was clapping and cheering now, apparently just as enthralled by the intensity of the scene as Ben was. He reached down to Alina’s panties. They were wet, and as he slowly slid them down her thighs, she quivered slightly.

  Ben came back up to the top of the bed after tossing her panties to the stage/ His cock rubbed against her pussy lips. The question of what came next was an open one. Was he supposed to do what they’d done during that last rehearsal? Push himself against Alina’s thighs, and hope that it was enough to look realistic?

  He leaned in close and gave Alina a deep kiss, resigning himself to doing the sane thing and doing what they’d rehearsed. She shifted so that his cock could get into position, smiling appreciatively at him.

  Ben bounced up and down, letting his cock thrust into her thighs. Alina made soft noises of the pleasure, though he could barely hear them over the sound of the crowd. There was another scene in the play taking place at the same time, cast members acting out a search for Romeo and Juliette while the two of them made love. Ben doubted many members of the audience were paying it much mind, not with the two of them naked in bed.

  He grabbed at Alina’s breasts and felt a jolt of lust stab into him. She felt really, really good. And nobody could see what was happening under the blanket. This might be his last, his only chance, to get to explore her body up close.

  Ben gave her a deep kiss, letting his hands settle on her slim waist. He shifted slightly, and Alina let out a squeal, opening her legs and pushing up her hips. Ben thrust downward off angle, and felt himself slide inside her cunt, hot and perfect and absolutely forbidden.

  Alina took a shallow, horny breath, as though her brother’s cock was competing for space with her lungs, and then wrapped her arms around him. Ben began to slam forward into her, letting his cock fill her up completely.

  He struggled to keep the blanket over them, unsure of whether or not he cared about what the audience could see. Alina felt incredible, a young goddess of sex, all dressed up and ready to be fucked.

  They’d never gone this far before, never in their private rehearsals at home, never. But it had always been hanging over their encounters. Every time they kissed, or drew in close to each other, it was there. The idea that they could set their relationship aside, turn off being brother and sister for a little while, and just be horny young adults, eager to experiment.

  Alina tried to hold back her pleasured cries. Ben grunted in a low tone, feeling pleasure blast up his rod each time he buried it into her cunt. The bed was sweaty and smelled of sex. The rest of the cast members, still running through the comedic search for Romeo and Juliette, were having trouble focusing on their lines and ignoring what was happening.

  “Oh Ben,” whispered Alina, too quiet for anyone else to hear. “This… is so wrong!”

  Ben kissed her and felt her kiss back, hungrily. He groped at her breasts and fucked her hard enough to make rhythmic slapping noises, which echoed out through the massive auditorium.

  The crowd was still chuckling and cheering, but a few quiet murmurs ran through it. People must have begun to wonder, to question where the line between acting and reality cut off. Ben didn’t care. He felt Alina’s slim waist, grabbed at her buttocks, and thrust into her.

  Alina’s legs wrapped around Ben, securing him to her as though she never intended to let her little brother do anything but fuck her. Her body language screamed yes, but her eyes, her expression, was deeply conflicted. It was clear enough why.

  They were doing something they’d never be able to live down, in front of an audience of hundreds. How many people had already figured out what was going on? Was it something any of them would even be able to believe?

  Ben pulled out a little too far, feeling his cock slip out of her hot cunt. The blanket shifted, and he struggled to get it back over them, pushing himself back into her. Out in the audience, in the very front row, Ben saw his mom. She was watching both of them with a strange look on her face, pride and shame rolled into a complicated knot of expression.

  Ben pinned Alina down on the bed, thrusting into her in a way that made the bed squeak and groan underneath them. Alina shuddered and dug her fingernails into his back. She kissed his neck and then hesitated. Ben could feel her slowly shaking her head.

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

  Ben thrust again, savoring the sensation for everything it was worth.

  “It just happened,” he whispered. “We have to keep going.”

  He thrust again, harder and faster. Alina tried to say something, but her words were cut off by pleasured gasps. Ben could barely think of anything other than cumming, of blasting his load into his older sister’s tight, hot cunt.

  “You’re… really doing it,” she whispered. “Ben, I’m your older sister.”

  Ben slammed into her. He slid his head down and kissed her breasts, letting his tongue flick over her nipple. He wanted to moment to last forever.

  “You’re Juliette,” he whispered. “And I’m Romeo.”

  He stabbed his cock deeper into her and heard Alina squeal. To the side, the party scene with the rest of the cast was drawing to a close. Ben began fucking Alina as fast as he could, and his pace seemed to reflect the action on the other side of the stage, slowly building to a crescendo.

  “Ben!” Alina turned her face away from him, her cheeks reddened, and her expression twisted in shame. It hurt Ben to see her like that, more than anything. But he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t reel in the primal desires that controlled his body, his hips, forced him to keep thrusting into her.

  He took Alina by the waist, pulling her up into him with each eager, stabbing thrust. The blanket was almost completely off of them, only the angle of the bed and their movement keeping the audience from seeing their nakedness.

  She was the ultimate score. He remembered how many of his friends, how many boys in general, had lusted over Alina back in high school. He’d always had to shrug it off, and pretend that she was just his sister, just another girl that he cared about but couldn’t have.

  And now here she was, writhing on the end of his cock. Ben pumped into her, buoyed by the stamina of his prior orgasms earlier in the day. The rest of the cast had just finished the party scene. The curtains began to close, heralding in the intermission. And he continued to fuck Alina, his older sister.

  “Alina!” he whispered. He was on top of her, fucking her with fierce movements. She wouldn’t look at him, and had her eyes shut tight, though her body responded, twitching as an orgasm ran through her.

  He reached his climax and unloaded, blasting his seed inside of her just as the curtain reached them and cut them off from the crowd. Alina twisted out from underneath him, standing up naked behind the curtain, seemingly unconcerned by the rest of the nearby cast. She caught Ben’s eye, and he could see tears in her expression.
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br />   “Alina,” he said. She turned away from him, picking up a discarded sheet to wrap around her body and running backstage.

  CHAPTER 7

  Ben dressed himself immediately, feeling his emotions surge in his chest. He hadn’t even tried to hold back. He hadn’t stopped to think about Alina, his sister, and her emotions. And he’d made a mess of things because of it.

  He hurried backstage. Several members of the cast flashed him a thumbs up, or patted him on the back. Their reaction to the scene was limited by their perspective. What they saw as good, intense acting was something far more intimate, more real than it looked from the outside.

  Ben stood outside Alina’s dressing room. He took a slow breath, and then opened the door and stepped inside without knocking. Alina was sitting in front of her changing mirror with her makeup in hand, again struggling to fix the tear streaks without completely redoing it.

  “Alina,” said Ben. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry?” She shook her head, glaring at him. “You’re sorry? You just fucked me on stage, Ben! You fucked your sister!”

  Her words hit him like a slap in the face. He took a step back, running a hand over his forehead.

  “I… didn’t mean to,” he said, lamely. “The scene just… got out of hand.”

  “Ben, this will never go away!” said Alina. “This isn’t one of those stupid, teenage accidents that we’ll forget about over time! We have to live with this now.”

  A heaviness coalesced in Ben’s stomach, as though he’d swallowed a large stone or a piece of lead. He frowned and walked across the dressing room, leaning against the wall near Alina.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am.”