Putting on a Show - Sex Stories

Putting on a Show

... he explain this to his sister?

"I --"

"What, Pete? What's the matter?"

"It's just I didn't expect the closeness. The physical closeness."

"What? Oh, the box?"

"Well, yeah, a bit. But more the..."

"Oh, my god. Sorry. I've rehearsed so much with Ken I never even thought how awkward it must be for you. But it's just acting, Pete. And I'm your sis, not some floozy!"

"Yeah..."

"What?"

"Sis, you have to remember. I haven't been intimate -- or even physically close to another human being in years. Let along a woman. Suddenly, I'm virtually naked and squashed against a woman in a box. Then expected to simulate sex with her on a bed."

"Oh. Right. I didn't think of that. Ah."

Beth bit her lip again. "Hmmmm."

"Right. Ok. Here's the thing..."

pete nodded.

"If anything pops up, it's perfectly natural. Like you said, you're craving physical contact."

"I didn't exactly say that."

"Shut up. I'm saying, I will understand and not hold you against it. Or it against me."

"Ha ha. I don't want to be getting an erection from my sister."

"Oh, what you don't find me attractive."

"You're my sister."

"I'm also a woman, thank you very much."

"I didn't mean that. I'm aware that you're a woman. And frankly a very attractive woman to people who aren't your blood relative. Trust me, that's what's causing the problem."

Beth went bright red.

"You think I'm attractive?'

"To -- eh -- other people."

"Nah, you do need to get out more. ...

... I'm just a gusty old bag of potatoes. Full of lumps and bumps. Nothing here to get horny about, lil bro."

"I'm not getting horny."

"So, you don't find me attractive? I'm confused here."

"Oh, Beth. Stop teasing me."

"I will. I promise. Listen, let's get through this and I'll buy you a bottle of -- what's that stuff?"

"Glenmorangie?"

"Galenorangy, it is!"

"Glen. More. Angy. Sis, that's like a hundred bucks!"

"I'll literally do anything to get you through this play. Ok?"

"Ok."

"So just think about your whisky and forget all about the person you're acting with."

"Ok."

"Right. We've an hour before first positions. I need a quick snooze. Kindly hop it or shut up."

Pete sat down in the chair opposite the one she'd deposited herself in and gathered his thoughts.

In fairness a bottle of Glen was a fair exchange, he thought. With his sister's eyes shut, he had an unrivaled view of her in the chair in front of him. Her robe wasn't tied up and had fallen open. She had a beautiful face, he decided. Yes, he could see a little of himself in there, but it was closer to their mother's. Her neck was slender, if a little wattled from age. Her skin was amazing, just dusted with light freckles -- a throwback to the old country roots. Her breasts were magnificent, large and pendulous. He remembered them being a knockout back in the day. Now, he could make out the shadow of her incredibly dark areolas through the cotton material of her t-shirt, and the two ...