Putting on a Show - Sex Stories

Putting on a Show

... exclaimed. She did a twirl, revealing her sizable backside to him and giving it a little wiggle. He trousers suddenly felts two sized too small. Pete blushed at the stray thoughts passing through his mind. He'd always been an ass man.

"Come on, lazy bones. Your costume's on the chair. Pop it on and follow me on stage. I just want to set up so we can run through Act 1."

Pete took a deep breath after his sister left and began to feel a little calmer. He wasn't being turned on by his sister, he thought. He was being turned on by the first woman he'd seen scantily clad outside of his laptop. Who just happened to be his sister. Deep breaths. He'd get through this, somehow. Then he spotted the costume. A wifebeater and a pair of old man's white cotton underwear like his sister was wearing. "Oh, god." He groaned.

Taking a deep breath, he stripped, thankful there was no one about to have to hide from. He pulled on the wifebeater -- a few sizes too large and examined the underwear, trying to sort the front from the back. Just as the door opened and Beth reappeared.

"Come on slowcoa-" The words died on her lips.

Pete looked up at his sister standing in the door. She was staring at him. To be precise, she was staring at his crotch. He looked down, blushing, and saw that he was sporting a semi erection. His normal grower was now most definitely a shower, although thankfully still hanging downward. It must have been a rather happy 6.5 inches. He looked back up at Beth ...

... as he covered his manhood with the underwear. She was blushing and appeared to be finding it hard to swallow.

"Be there in two seconds." He said, as casually as he could. Beth bolted.

On stage, Pete looked at the box dubiously.

"We're both supposed to fit in there?" He said incredulously.

"It'll be fine." Beth said, biting her lip, brow creased like she was thinking exactly the same thing. The box was four feet tall, four feet wide and about two and a half feet deep.

"It'll be a squeeze. And very warm." Pete said.

"Just as well our costumes aren't too heavy, isn't it? Come on." Beth opened the latch at the back of the box and squeezed herself inside, head poking out through one of two holes in the lid. Pete followed suit and found they did fit, albeit requiring them to be squashed up against each other, knees pressed against knees. It was extremely uncomfortable, but he found he rather enjoyed the feeling of Beth's flesh against his.

"You did want us to be closer." He joked.

Beth ran though the very few lines they had from the box, then discussed how they should appear while the other actors were doing their bit. "Nothing worse than actors disengaging when the action is elsewhere." She said.

They talked through some reactions and actions they could perform, telling their own mini story while the main story was going on elsewhere. Pete found himself thoroughly enjoying himself and really getting bitten again by the acting bug.

Just then, Melissa ...