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Luciana sighed and rubbed her forehead. She looked at Ben, and then at the rest of the cast.

  “Well, at the very least, this makes the decision of who gets a certain role a little easier.”

  A few nervous laughs came from a couple of people. Luciana turned and focused her attention on Alina.

  “Will you be our Juliette, Alina?” asked Luciana.

  Alina looked over at Ben, waiting for something. He nodded slowly, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit as he did.

  “Yes,” aid Alina, grinning. “I will!”

  Luciana laughed and started clapping. The rest of the cast joined in too, though the sound of it was muted, almost cautious. Ben and Alina, brother and sister, would be playing Romeo and Juliette. Everyone would be watching them kiss, and in some cases, do more than just that, on stage, in front of hundreds of people.

  Alina ran over to Ben and threw her arms around him. Ben smiled and hugged her back. She kissed him once on each cheek, and then caught his gaze, hesitating for just a second before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

  A wave of hot excitement flooded through Ben. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he thought.

  CHAPTER 14

  “If I ran, would you chase me?”

  Alina stood facing toward the mostly empty audience, as Juliette. It was Ben’s line, and he moved up behind her, smiling a stage smile as he delivered it.

  “I would do more than just that.” He stepped in behind his sister, pulling her tight against him in a reverse hug. “I would catch you.”

  Alina, as Juliette, turned her head around to face Ben. He slowly leaned in, letting his lips press against hers. She felt good against him, but something about it was just a little bit wrong.

  “Cut!” Luciana jumped up from her seat in the audience. Even from up on stage, Ben could see the wide, disapproving frown on her face.

  “What’s wrong?” asked Alina.

  “It still doesn’t feel real,” said Luciana. “I’m not buying it.”

  “Maybe… we just need to practice it more?” said Ben.

  Luciana sighed and shook her head.

  “Take it from a few lines back,” she said. “Stop being Ben and Alina! I want to see Romeo and Juliette!”

  A murmur of agreement came from the rest of the cast. Ben shrugged and gave his sister a nervous look.

  “I’m going to go all out with the kiss this time,” he said. Alina started to respond and then hesitated, blushing slightly.

  “And… don’t forget your hands,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  Alina’s blush deepened.

  “You can, well, you know.” She dropped her voice to an even lower whisper. “You can touch me with your hands.”

  Ben bit his lip, feeling more awkward than he ever had before in his life. She was his older sister. It wasn’t right for her to be saying such things. It was even less right for him to feel a spark of excitement at them.

  “If I ran, would you chase me?” said Alina, in her best stage voice.

  “I would do more than just that.” This time, when Ben stepped in behind Alina, he felt her push her butt out, meeting his crotch with her soft behind as though the two of them really were illicit lovers. Ben let one of his hands drift up across her chest, almost all the way up to her breast.

  “I would catch you,” he said.

  Alina turned her head to face them, and they kissed. It was the polar opposite of the last kiss. Her lips moved against his, hungry and passionate. He felt his sister’s tongue flicking out slightly into his mouth. She slowly moved against him, as though they were dirty dancing in a club, or getting ready to fall into bed and each other’s hot, sweaty embrace.

  “Cut!” called Luciana from the crowd. “This still isn’t working. Cut, cut cut.”

  Ben sighed. He ran a hand over his head and frowned. Alina shot him an exasperated look and shrugged.

  They ran the scene a few more times, none of which came close to matching the intensity of the second time they’d done it. Luciana’s advice varied after each attempt, eventually becoming a confusing mess of analogies and acting techniques.

  The rehearsal meandered into other scenes. Ben did some acting with the rest of the cast, and for the most part, that went fine. Likewise, Alina’s scenes without Ben went quite smoothly. Luciana didn’t seem to fault them for their acting abilities as much as their commitment to the core of the production, the relationship between Romeo and Juliette.

  “We’re ending early today,” said Luciana. “Ben and Alina, I’d like to speak with you both for a minute, backstage.”

  It was about an hour before the time that Luciana would usually let them out at. The rest of the cast hurried off through the front doors of the theater. Ben and Alina walked to the stage and met up with Luciana in the wing.

  “I think there is an elephant in the room that the two of you need to address,” said Luciana. She was wearing jeans and a gray sweatshirt and leaned back on one of the prop walls, arms folded underneath her breasts.

  “Look, I know what you’re going to say, Luciana,” said Alina. “And yes, it is a little weird for us.”

  “That’s my point exactly!” snapped Luciana. “It needs to stop being weird! Whatever it takes, I want the two of you to be able to get in character, and feel that passion, feel that lust for each other.”

  Ben scratched his head, frowning at the director’s words.

  “It’s easier said than done,” he said. “She’s my sister. It’s not like I can just… turn that off.”

  He glanced over at Alina. She’d worn a pair of tiny jean shorts and a loose, sleeveless white blouse. She met his eye and frowned.

  “We have to try, Ben,” she said. “Luciana is right.”

  Luciana nodded.

  “I ended rehearsal early today,” said Luciana, slowly. “So that the two of you could have a chance at trying to get a bit more comfortable with each other, without the prying eyes of the entire cast on you.”

  “Uh, okay,” said Ben. “What do you mean by that? We’re already comfortable with each other.”

  Alina walked over to him slowly. She put her arms around Ben’s neck, and pulled herself up to his level.

  “This is what she means, Ben,” whispered Alina.

  She kissed him, putting more passion into it than she had at any time during the rehearsal. Her tongue snaked into Ben’s mouth. She lifted her leg up, pushing her crotch against his, rubbing herself on him.

  Ben kissed her back, and not because he had no other choice. There was something there, something dark, and compelling. Something that reminded him of what he felt during the intimacy therapy with his mother.

  His hands ran over Alina’s butt. His thoughts twisted in perverted ways. He wanted to throw her down in the mock bed they used in a couple of the scenes and ravage her, his own sister.

  “Good,” said Luciana. Alina pulled back from Ben. She was blushing, as though she’d gone further than intended, and didn’t meet his eyes.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “Can I trust the two of you to work on this on your own?” asked Luciana.

  Alina nodded slowly, and then so did Ben.

  “Good,” she said. “Ben, you still seem a little uncomfortable with it?”

  “I’m sorry, Luciana,” he said. “It’s just going to… take some time.”

  “We do not have ‘some time’. Figure out a way to have a breakthrough.”

  She gestured to the theaters doors, and Ben nodded and started walking away.

  “I have to talk to you for a few minutes more, Alina,” said Luciana.

  “Alright,” said Alina.

  He glanced back at them one last time and then headed outside.

  CHAPTER 15

  Ben considered heading straight home, and decided against it. His thoughts were a chaotic, confused mess. He thought about Alina, about his mom, about the play, and about his treatment. All of it made him feel as though he was slowly but surely losing his hold on something in
tangible, something that was hard to put into words.

  He walked slowly down the sidewalk. The weather had cleared up since that morning, and it was a beautiful day. He thought about hanging out in the park, maybe getting some food and spending some time sitting on the grass and thinking.

  It was an appealing idea, but it also made him feel like he was running away, be it his family, or the truth. So instead, Ben headed into town. He walked for about ten minutes before finally stopping in front of Dr. Kim’s second-floor therapy office.

  Ben knew that was typically bad form to drop in without an appointment, but it was around lunchtime, and he figured that he would either catch her in between appointments, or find the place empty. He opened the bottom door and headed up the interior staircase, pausing in front of the door to the lobby for a moment before knocking.

  He waited for a couple of seconds, and then turned to leave. Just as he looked away, the door opened. Dr. Kim was standing behind it, smiling.

  “Ben,” she said, softly. “Come on in, please.”

  Ben nodded and followed her through the lobby and into her therapy room. Dr. Kim had on her white doctor’s coat over a blue top and tan slacks. She was an attractive woman in her early to mid forties, and carried herself with the confident elegance of a female professional.

  “Thanks,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been having a weird couple of days. I wasn’t sure who I could talk to about it.”

  “Does this have anything to do with the intimacy therapy?” asked Dr. Kim. She had several boxes of Chinese food laid out across her desk. She picked up a box stuffed with eggrolls and offered it to Ben. He smiled and pulled one out.

  “I guess you could say that,” said Ben. “My… sister, is back in down.”

  Dr. Kim raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Your sister?”

  “Step-sister, technically,” he said. “Alina.”

  She nodded slowly, pausing to take a bite of noodles. She gestured to the black leather therapy couch behind Ben, and he sat down on it.

  “And this is, I would have to assume, making it quite difficult for you to continue with your intimacy therapy?”

  Ben nodded, and then shrugged.

  “It’s more than just that,” he said. “The play I’m in… The director gave me the lead role, and because of circumstance, Alina is in it, too. She’s playing Juliette.”

  Dr. Kim hummed slightly. She pushed the Chinese food to the side and steepled her fingers. Ben finished the last bite of his egg roll and waited for her to say something.

  “Ben,” she finally said. “Does the idea of kissing your sister make you feel uncomfortable?”

  Ben felt his face heat up slightly. It was more than just that. It didn’t just make him feel uncomfortable. It made him question his own desires, what he wanted out of life and love.

  “It makes me feel… confused, I think would be the right word,” he said.

  “And the intimacy therapy with your mom?”

  He nodded.

  “That makes me feel the same way,” he said.

  “And you like feeling that way?”

  “I… wait, what?” Ben stared at Dr. Kim, unsure of what she meant.

  “I asked you if you liked feeling that way,” said Dr. Kim. “You don’t have to answer, though. I know you do.”

  Ben scoffed.

  “That’s not really true,” he said. “I mean, I push through it, for the sake of the therapy with my mom. And I guess I’ll have to push through it for the play now, too.”

  Dr. Kim was smiling. Her eyes had a knowing look in them.

  “How does it make you feel when you get aroused because of something your mother or sister do?”

  Ben chewed on his lip, feeling even more embarrassed by the question then he had by the last.

  “I don’t get aroused by them,” he said.

  “That’s a lie, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “You aren’t being honest with yourself when you say that.”

  “I’m not lying!” He’d meant the statement to sound definitive, but it was more like he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “Look, I’m a red-blooded 18 year old, okay? A lot of weird things turn me on. But doesn’t mean... I mean, not mom or Alina.”

  “Yes.” said Dr. Kim. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  Ben shook his head. He frowned. As much as he wanted to dismiss her line of questioning, it was hard to. Even just thinking about it was making him feel excited, in a shameful, confusing sort of way.

  “It’s okay, Ben.” Dr. Kim stood up from her desk. “You don’t have to beat yourself up over this.”

  She walked to the windows and drew the shades closed, cutting off most of the room’s natural light.

  “How am I supposed to get around it?” asked Ben. “With both of them, my mom and Alina, I feel like I’m stuck between a rock, and, and…”

  “And a very hard place.” Dr. Kim giggled. She walked over to the room’s light switch and flicked it off, leaving the therapy office mostly in the dark, save for the thin slits of light that snuck past the curtains. She joined Ben on the therapy couch, placing one hand on his cheek, and one on his chest.

  “You just have to let it happen, Ben,” she said. “You have to do what comes naturally.”

  She slowly slid her hand down, across his stomach, to his crotch. By the time her fingers made contact with his cock, it was already rock hard.

  CHAPTER 16

  “That’s… crazy,” said Ben. “I can’t just, ‘let it happen’. These are the two closest women in my life!”

  Dr. Kim ran her palm across his erection. She still had her free hand on his cheek, and she slowly caressed Ben’s face as though he was her favorite new pet.

  “That’s all the more reason to press forward.” She slowly unzipped his jeans, and Ben made no move to stop her. “We live in the 21st century, Ben. We live in a society with contraception and open minds.”

  “This has got to be some kind of joke,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re not being serious, are you?”

  “Do you think the intimacy therapy is a joke?” Dr. Kim began nursing his bulge with her hand, touching it and rubbing through his boxers. It felt extremely good.

  “No…” said Ben. “And yes, I do think it’s been helping. But… this would be different.”

  “I’ve mentioned to you before that there are different levels of the intimacy therapy, haven’t I?” Dr. Kim worked his cock out of his boxers and began running soft fingers over the sensitive skin of his cock. Ben found it a little cruel for her to be pressing her point while also stroking him off.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “The final level, for two people who have progressed far enough, is known as tantric intimacy.” Dr. Kim slid in closer to him, letting her breasts press against his arm as she continued to touch and stroke. “Tantric intimacy is a very controlled, very spiritual form of sexual meditation.”

  “Okay,” said Ben. The effect of Dr. Kim’s hand was beginning to sap at his concentration.

  “If you and your mother, or you and your sister, possible, were ready for it, would you be opposed to trying tantric intimacy with them?”

  Dr. Kim began to stroke a little bit faster. She pulled one of Ben’s hands to her breast, and he rubbed it in slow circles.

  “I’m not exactly sure what you mean,” he said. “How far would we have to go?”

  Dr. Kim leaned in close, letting her lips run across his neck.

  “The two of you would be joining together,” she whispered. “You would go inside her, for a time.”

  Ben stiffened at that, in two ways at once. Dr. Kim began stroking faster.

  “But,” she continued, “As with all forms of intimacy therapy, you would not find your release inside her.”

  Ben was still shaking his head.

  “I can’t even think about that,” he said. “That’s just…”

  He was trying to find the right word for it when Dr. Kim brought her lips down to hi
s cock and began to suck. He let out a low moan and leaned his head back. She focused on the tip of his cock and the tip alone, sucking on the first inch or so with gentle, confident ease. She pulled back after only a few seconds.

  “You have to come to terms with your urges, Ben,” she said. “If you ignore them at this point, they will create a dark place inside of you.”

  Ben shook his head.

  “I don’t believe that.”

  He started to object further when Dr. Kim began to suck again. His thoughts turned away from her, and away from the therapy. He thought about the night before, and his mom stroking him off in his room. He thought about kissing Alina. Dr. Kim pulled her lips off his cock, making a lewd popping noise as the seal broke.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered. “You have outlets for your desires. Your mom understands. It’s probably why she was open to the idea of intimacy therapy in the first place.”

  “No, she’s just doing it for my sake!” he said. “It’s my treatment!”

  “And your sister…” said Dr. Kim. “She can indulge all she wants as Juliet. You both have the perfect pretense to experiment all you want.”

  She started sucking again, faster, and more aggressively. Ben couldn’t stop thinking about what she was saying. The ideas bounced around in his head, like an infection, like some kind of Trojan horse that had slipped in under the radar.

  What if she was right? What if there was an entire garden of pleasure waiting for him, and his mom, and his sister, and they just needed to set aside their boundaries and open the door to it?

  Dr. Kim turned her mouth sideways, running her lips up and down his cock as though she was trying to give it a continuous, sliding kiss. Ben threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her mouth back over the tip, sheathing his member inside her lips as far as it would go.

  He had both hands on the back of her head. She didn’t stop him, and in fact, seemed to relent a little, giving him more control. Ben pushed his hips forward, pumping his cock in and out, savoring the sensation of fucking his therapist’s face.

  And she was a part of it too, he reminded himself. Ben had no idea what Dr. Kim’s motivations were, or what she got out of any of this. But she was ready and willing, and he was a red-blooded teenager, with hormones and a hard cock.