Unknowingly casting sisters

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Unknowingly casting sistersChapter 1: Casting”Eliza! It is so good to see you, Pete Forrester said as I walked into the theater. He smiled brightly and then walked up and extended his hand. I took it. There were a few other people in the room and they turned to look at me.”Good to see you Pete,” I said cheerfully, and it was. It was good to be back in New York and it was better to be working in theater again. Even if it was a little, off-Broadway production.”How was your flight?” he asked and I sort of made raspberry sound with my lips.”I’ve never been able to sleep in planes and a flight from Tokyo is absolute Hell,” I explained and he nodded sympathetically. I’d just finished filming a minor part in a major production that was shot primarily in Tokyo. It hadn’t been particularly glamorous, but it would pay the bills while I took some chances with my craft.”Well we are glad you are here,” Pete said and we walked down towards the stage. I recognized a couple of people from small productions I’d done earlier in my career and I waved to them. I’d started in small theaters, scrounging to get parts and supplementing my income with waitressing jobs. And now I was back, trying to recapture some of that old energy.Seeing all those people reminded me that I was 32 years old it was starting look like I’d never get my acting career where I wanted it to be. That is not to say I hadn’t been successful. After all, like I said I’d just had a bit part in a major Hollywood production. More importantly, I’d been cast in several theatrical productions, including two Broadway shows earlier in my career. I’d also been on television several times, most interestingly I was on a courtroom drama that got picked up by CBS for 13 episodes but got cancelled after six. I was a hotshot young attorney, pretty standard stuff. So a couple months in LA, burning through my savings, then back to New York where I felt safe. I also played a witness during one episode and a suspect in another episode of Law and Order back before they cancelled the show, but I think like 90% of actors in New York were on at least one episode of that. So I had some chances, but nothing had ever really panned out long term. And now I was 32 (have I already said that, God I am already talking like an old actress. No I am 26…just k**ding) and I wanted to do something that would make people change the way I thought of me. I felt that I was attractive enough to be a leading lady, or at least a major character actor in the movies. I was 5’3 and 120lbs, I had long straight black hair and blue eyes. My skin was naturally dark and my face has a natural innocence about it. My eyes were big, my nose was small, my lips were thick, and my teeth were white. Not to mention I had large, C-cup breasts, curvy hips, and a perfect ass. I had the right look; I just didn’t have the right buzz. I was just another New York actress, maybe with a few more credits than some, a few less than others. When people thought of me they thought “Where have I seen that girl before, she’s kind of cute.” But no one knew my name.So I’d been looking for something different, something with an edge, something that would get me some interesting press for once. And just when I’d gotten the part for the movie in Tokyo I’d gotten a call from a friend, Pete, who’d been an actor when I first moved to New York when I was 18. He was now shifting into writing and directing and he told me about a play he’d written that he thought I’d be perfect for in the starring role. He was a no-name as a director and he had a miniscule budget. Now I wasn’t a big star or anything, but getting me would prove he was serious. Not just Community Theater or something. He told me I would play a powerful closeted lesbian woman and the show was about power dynamics, gender, and sex. I read the script and I knew it was just what I’d been looking for. Something different, something somewhat artsy but very sexy, and, most importantly, something purposefully provocative. The play contained two separate simulated lesbian sex scenes. Yes, they were a little bit gratuitous, but they weren’t not completely divorced from plot. Plus, like I said, it was provocative. If nothing else, we’d get a little press for being controversial. And trust me, when it comes to being an actor no press is bad press. But I really thought it was a good play beyond that. I think it had a lot to say about cultural repression of natural sexual desires and how sex tinges all human relationships, even if you can’t see it clearly. But I think, really, the plot of the play is beside the point for this little story.I hadn’t really processed the fact that I’d be nude on stage, pretending to have sex with another woman. Both of those were firsts for me. But that was what I was trying to do, show that I was ballsy and versatile. Plus, I was a professional and I trusted Pete. He might be trying to be edgy, but I didn’t think he was going to be too overtly porny. I’d accepted his offer as soon as I finished reading the script. I was a little disappointed that I would be in Tokyo when the rest of casting was going on, especially for the girl who would play my love interest in the play. Normally, the production wouldn’t cast anyone who they couldn’t be sure would have chemistry with the star, but Pete said he felt he knew me well enough that he’d get the right person. So I’d gone to Tokyo when the play was just me and Pete and some investors trying to make money, now I was back and we were just about ready to go.”Well we don’t really have much for you to do today, rehearsals aren’t going to start until tomorrow,” he said, “I just thought you’d like to come in and meet some of the other cast members and the crew.” “Sounds great!” I said bubbling with excitement. I’d never been a particularly important person at work before; it was fun to get led around like a star. He introduced me to members of the crew and cast. Some of them I knew, some of them I did not. They seemed nice enough. There were five cast members, including me. I met them all except for the girl who would be playing my lover. I started to think I wouldn’t meet her. “Ok, well let’s meet you girlfriend. Her name is Dana Watling” Pete finally said after we talked to just about everyone else, “She is back in the green room.” So we headed back together. We walked back to the theater, Pete showing me the way to the green room. We opened the door and walked in. I looked over at the couch and saw… my k** sister Dana sitting on the couch.”What?” I asked incredulously. Dana started to shake her head nervously, then Pete was standing in between us and she was smiling serenely at me. My brow was furrowed. I couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening. She was supposed to be at college, in Michigan. What was she doing here and why was she going by some made-up name?”Eliza Kerrigan, this is Dana Watling,” he said. The first thought that went through my mind was that Watling was the name of the street where my parents lived. Dana stood up from the couch and walked over to me. She extended her hand.”Nice to meet you,” she said casually. What the Hell was going on? Did she think I didn’t recognize her? As she shook, she squeezed my hand tightly and looked into my eye. I think she was trying to tell me something. I was too confused to pick up messages. I had to get to the bottom of this.”Well Dana, this is strange,” I said. I was about to go on, to ask her about Mom and Dad and try to figure out what she was doing. But she quickly cut me off.”Hey… Pete,” she said, ignoring me, “Would you mind if I had a minute or two alone with Eliza, I want to discuss some things about the performance.” It was only then that I remembered it was Pete I was dealing with. Was this some sort of joke, did he know this was my sister and was trying to get a rise out of me? For a moment, I was certain that was what was going on and I even smiled, it was kind of a funny joke. I looked over at Pete, and he didn’t register a thing.It was clear he didn’t see a family resemblance or think anything was amiss. I guess I shouldn’t have expected him to. I mean, Dana took after our mother; I sort of took after our father. She was taller than me, around 5’8 and she was very thin. She had small breasts, fair skin, long legs, and a classic girl-next door face down to the button nose and deep blue eyes. Even her hair was different than mine, very long and blonde. Still, I thought for sure our facial structures and our voices would give something away.”Sure thing,” he said and nodded like he understood we needed to talk about pretending to have sex with one another in front of a crowd. He walked to the door and then turned around, “Eliza I know you were worried about casting while you were away, but I think we nailed it. You guys look great together. And you give off… I don’t know… the right energy.” Pete said, clearly just legitimately pleased with his casting decision. Then he walked out and closed the door behind him. As soon as it closed, I spoke.”Dana Watling?” I asked calmly at first, waiting until Pete was out of ear shot outside.”There was already a Dana Kerrigan in the union, I had to pick a new name,” she explained. I heard Pete’s voice off in the distance and knew we had some privacy.”Christ Dana, what the fuck are you doing here,” I burst. Dana recoiled like she’d been hit. For a moment she paused, then she started to explain.”Listen Eliza, I had no idea you were hooked onto this project when I read for it…” she started bur I put up my hand to stop her. I shoved her back down onto the couch and started to pace. “I did not want to ask why you were in the green room. Why are you in New York, why are you not in Michigan?” I asked and he face got bright red and she shifted in her seat. I was the oldest of five k**s, and my sister was the youngest. We were the only girls. Being ten years older than her meant we had a set, and predictable, relationship. I considered her a pest and she adored me. It didn’t matter than she was 22 now or that I’d left home when she was 8 and only came back for the holidays; when I got mad at her, she felt it. “I didn’t want to go to college. That was Daddy’s dream for me,” she explained, not making eye contact with me. I stopped pacing. Well that certainly sounded familiar. I think I told my mother the same thing when I called her from New York 14 years earlier. “You’d think he’d have gotten the hint when I took a couple of years off after high school to work at a nail salon. But he just kept filling out applications until he got me into school somewhere.””Did you go to school at all? How long have you been in New York?” I asked incredulously.”I went all last year,” she explained, “But I hated it. So this year I took the money that they gave me for housing and came here. I got here six months ago.””Six months?!” I asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?””Would you have made me go home?” she asked, finally looking up into my eyes. I saw in that instant that neither one of us wanted me to answer honestly. For a long while we were quiet. Then I walked over and sat down on the couch next to my k** sister.”Well, why did you come to the most expensive city in America to blow through Dad’s tuition money?” I asked. There was no point in getting angry. That would be Dad’s job later.”I wanted… I wanted to be an actor, like you,” she said uncertainly. I looked over at her and blushed to see that same hero worship I remember from back when I was in high school. She might be an adult, but I guessed I’d always be her big sister. Now she wasn’t just trying to emulate my cool high school style, she was following in my career path. I was both flattered and nervous, a strange combination.”Is this about…you know, being like me…” I said uncomfortably. I was always a little weirded out by my sister’s shameless worship.”No!” she said, sounding offended, “I was in the school play all three seasons, all four years of high school. You know that, you came and saw me. After high school I even did some dinner theater near home. I really think it was the fact that Dad sent me to a college with no drama program that really set me off to going here,” she explained. I could hear the passion in her voice, she was leaning forward now, straining to make me believe. And I did, she clearly wanted it. But even with that…”Okay, I guess I can understand that. Why are you doing a production involving simulated lesbian sex?” I asked suddenly. Hey, I am not hung up. If my sister was a lesbian that was cool. Plus, I was going to do this play, so I wasn’t getting judgmental. It was just…this was my little baby sister. I’d babysat her a million times and dressed her up and played with her like a doll. I didn’t want…strangers to see her naked. So I was a hypocrite, whatever.”Eliza, this was the first reading that I even got a call back on. I have tried out for like 500 things in the last six months and this was my first nibble. I didn’t even care what it was about, I was going to do it” she explained, “And I swear that I didn’t know you were going to be in it. I only found out after I’d been cast and they told me the star, Eliza Kerrigan, would be back in a few days. Really, I thought something so out of the way would be off your radar,” she explained in a way that made it sound like she was a little worried about my career.”Well I am,” I said, a little snippy. I found myself getting angry. Here was my little sister, once again barging into my life and messing things up. And now old enough for judgment too, “And you can’t play opposite me in this. Do you realize what that would mean?””I read the script,” she said defensively. I looked around the green room and saw a copy of the script. I found one and started flipping to different pages, showing my sister sections where I would have to kiss her, to touch her, to be naked and on top of her! This was not going to happen. “So you can’t do this,” I said finally. Now Dana got angry as well. She stood up quickly and rushed over to me.”Why don’t you quit? You’ve had jobs before, this is my first. This is what I want to do and… and I am running out of money. I need this,” she explained. I was struck by her forcefulness. I knew she wasn’t a little girl anymore, but she usually backed down when I pushed.”I can’t quit,” I said. Only then did I reverse-engineer a good explanation as to why I couldn’t, “Pete is not established and this is a real sort of iffy thing. He needs me on to be taken seriously. If I leave, the show collapses and you don’t have a job. If I stay, you go and don’t have a job. Why don’t you quit so it doesn’t screw everyone else?” I asked. For a minute Dana looked like she was going to yell something back. Then she thought for a few moments. I saw the ideas flickering in her eyes. Then she sat back down on the couch, defeated. She nestled her face in her hands and started to cry.”I know, you’re right,” she moaned. I felt bad for being so harsh, but I had to make my point. Now I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. Winning this argument suddenly felt worse than losing. “I am sorry,” I said, and I was. For a moment she just cried and I held her and protected her the way I had when we were k**s. And I felt even worse about forcing her to quit this job. She just wanted to be like me, like she always did.”It is just,” she said after a long pause, “I don’t have any more money. I can’t pay my rent. And I think this means I have to go home. I have to tell Mom and Dad and beg them to forgive me.””Oh honey…” I said. I felt her pain intimately. I knew what she was going to experience. “I thought I could do it because you did it, but I think that this was a stupid dream. I’ve never been as good at anything as you are. I need to let it go,” she said, sounding absolutely defeated. And my heart sank. I’d had that feeling before. Not for a long while, but I’d had it. I knew exactly what she was feeling. And I felt terrible that it was my fault that she felt it. That was not my job; parents are the ones who tear you down. A sister, especially one who knew what you were going through, were supposed to hold you up. I needed to fix this for Dana. But how?I could afford not to do this part, but I wasn’t lying. The production was too close, it would fall apart if I left. There was only one way for this to work out. And I didn’t know if either of us was up for it. I couldn’t believe what I was considering. But I didn’t see a way out. How was else was I going to advance my career and, more importantly, protect my little sister? For a long time we sat there on the couch, my little sister cradled in my arms feeling terrible and me trying to figure out what to do. Then the idea of her getting up from the couch, walking out of the theater, and going home came to mind. I saw each soul crushing step in that dance. I didn’t think that I could let it happen. Finally she stood and started to walk to the door.”Okay Eliza, I am going to tell Pete that I quit,” she said, sounding brave. And something inside of me, call it sisterly love, sprung into action.”Dana, I’m sorry,” I said, pulling her around so she was looking at me. Her eyes were red and puffy but she somehow looked more beautiful. So innocent and in need of protection, “I don’t want to take this away from you.” “I know,” she said dejectedly.”No,” I said, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, “I am saying I can’t take this away from you. You need to take the role.””But you said the production will fall apart if you leave,” Dana said, furrowing her brow.”It will.””So…” Dana said, “What are you saying?””I am saying, I am professional actor. That is what I do. I could act with anyone playing my love interest. Are you a professional?” I asked. For a moment it didn’t seem like it registered with Dana and she smiled brightly and threw her arms around me.”Oh thank you Eliza, thank you so much!” she said. And I was confused. I didn’t think this was a time for out-and-out celebrating. We were agreeing to do something very strange and uncomfortable. Something to really ponder.”You realize what this means?” I asked.”Yes!” she said bouncing up and down on the couch, “I have a job!” she said and I realized that she was still my little sister. Completely unaware of the consequences of her actions. I guess worrying about that is a big sister’s concern.Chapter 2: Rehearsal”Alright,” Pete said, “I guess it’s time to stop fucking around. Let’s do Act I, Scene 2 now.” He was referring to the first scene in which Dana and I would kiss. This was about a week into rehearsals. It was late in the afternoon; we’d already been working all day. I, for one, was already tired. The first few days had been slow and tedious while Pete got his directing feet under him. We were rehearsing for six weeks before the start of the show and would be working about 10 hours a day, six days a week in that time. But, at first, we hadn’t got much done. Just Pete figuring out how to get the pictures in his head onto the stage.Not that he was doing poorly. He was just new at it. I think that would be my assessment for everyone in the production. The cast and crew were talented, but a little green. In a few weeks, we’d be experiencing smooth sailing. There was plenty of potential in this production. And the person who impressed me the most was Dana. I’d seen her in cheesy high school productions during trips home and she was fine. But now she was really warming to her craft. She was professional and took direction well. Most importantly, she felt natural on the stage. She didn’t look like she was acting, she just was her character. I was surprised and delighted by her talent. Plus, she wasn’t just “acting” for her job, we were both playing the parts of strangers as well. While we were at work, we acted like we were barely acquainted, thereby doubling the amount of our performances each day. We’d talked it all out in the green room after we agreed to stay on the production. We’d be strangers. Thankfully, her professionalism made that easy. Of course that professionalism didn’t change the discomfort I felt about what would be coming. The sexual parts of Pete’s script were pretty sketchy. He said he’d fill them out while we were in rehearsal, to make them feel more natural. But I knew that I would be naked. With my sister. Pretending to have sex with her. Even if no one else knew what was up, I did. Every single day I woke up and thought that I’d made a mistake and that I’d put an end to it somehow. But I was in too deep now. I wasn’t like I could go into work one day and suddenly remember that my love interest was my sister and tell everyone we needed to start over. Plus, I wanted to keep my promise to her. In the few minutes after or before work in the day when we were alone, I could feel the excitement pulsing out of every pore of my sister’s being. This was her dream, and I was making a sacrifice to make it happen. That felt too good to throw away. And if any of these issues bothered Dana, she pretended like it didn’t. Sometimes we would see each other after work, just briefly for dinner or something to talk. Somehow we didn’t act like sisters then either. We discussed work and made small talk like we were co-workers. I suppose that it was easier for both of us that way. Keep the performance going, like we were method or something. Even when there was no one there who knew the difference.”Alright Pete,” Dana said. I was already out on the stage, but she hadn’t been in the scene we were rehearsing. She came out from behind the curtain. She was wearing a skin-tight pair of black yoga pants and a tight white t-shirt. We weren’t in costume yet, so that was fine. I looked over at her and convinced myself I was seeing Angie: a mixed up girl with a heart of gold who I found incredibly and unconditionally sexy. I wondered for a moment what Dana thought when she looked at me, but I pushed that thought aside.”Okay, let’s just start from the beginning I guess,” Pete said. I picked up my script and started. The scene in question took place in a bathroom at a party. I won’t bore you with the details but the story is that my character is in the bathroom having a panic attack and Dana walks in and takes care of me. My character never needed help from anyone, so at first I was supposed to lash out at Dana. But Dana persists and breaks through my exterior and we kiss. It is supposed to set up the whole dynamic of our relationship. It was a pretty well-written scene in general. The problem was I wasn’t thinking about that, I was thinking: “I am going to passionately kiss my little sister!””Someone is in here!” I said as Dana knocked on the bathroom door, kicking off the scene. And soon we were in the middle of the scene. Pete would generally just let us give a scene a try once first, just to see where we took it. And that is what he did here. Dana was great. She threw out the concerned, protective vibe she was supposed to have. She did little things that made it feel like she was truly concerned about me. These were the kinds of actions that you do naturally when in real life but can feel stilted when you try to affect them. Dana felt natural, she clearly was a good observer of human interaction and did an excellent job of playing it back. At the same time, I was generally playing my character as tempest contained. I threw out anger, but held it just below the surface so you’d know the menace was there. Dana played off it excellently, showing in her acting that she was keenly aware of my threat but also looking through it to the vulnerable human side underneath. I mean we really worked well playing against one another.”Good,” I heard Pete saying, “I can feel the underlying attraction there, casino siteleri that’s what we want.” That almost threw me for a second. Underlying attraction? I wasn’t even focused on that, what were other people seeing? But I shook that feeling off and kept acting.Now I was supposed to break down in the face of Dana’s relentless attempts to help me. I dutifully did so. I fell to my knees on the bathroom floor. Dana moved over quickly and put her arm around me. She was perched on my right shoulder, her one arm d****d over me back, her other hand resting on my leg. I looked into her eyes and saw concern there. She carefully brushed my hair out of my eyes and cooed at me soothingly. I whimpered my lines and she whispered back her own. Tears fell from my eyes and landed on her arm. I could feel her body pressed against mine. Her arm across my shoulder, her hand on my hip, her breast rubbing gently against my arm. I could feel the heat of her body and the warmth of her presence. She bit her lower lip in concern, drawing my eye to her beautiful lips and her deep blue eyes. Now was the moment of truth.I decided to play it like I was acting sort of impulsively to this woman who refused to be pushed away despite all my attempts. For a moment I looked down at the bathroom floor. Then I looked up suddenly and reached my left arm across my body and placed it gently on her cheek. I turned my head and closed my eyes. I carefully guided her head down towards mine even while I was reaching my lips up.Our mouths met, tenderly at first. I felt the soft skin of her lips pressed against mine and pulled her in closer. Her perfume smelled like springtime and filled my nose. I felt her pulling me in as well, wrapping her arms around my neck. I felt my pulse quicken and my head feel light. I opened my mouth, sliding my wet tongue against her lips, tasting her salty-sweet skin. Her mouth opened as well and my tongue plunged into her mouth. I melted into the supple warmth of her mouth. I tasted her slick tongue and rubbed against the hard smoothness of her teeth. I felt my jaw moving slowly, my mouth opening and closing as our tongue moved back and forth, sharing the open cavern that was our collective mouth. Our saliva and our tastes mixed together in lovely fashion.I felt my body react to the kiss. My sense of smell was more acute and I could smell the a****l energy she gave off below the light perfume. My knees felt brittle and my joints felt loose. My nipples were hard against my bra and I felt my pussy react to her kiss, getting wet and hot. I didn’t have time to think about what this meant. I didn’t know if I was acting or responding to my sister. It was all just there, and I was experiencing it. And enjoying it. And then, just as suddenly our kiss broke and after a few more lines, the scene was over.”God damn girls!” I heard Pete saying, “That was fucking hot. I told you that there would be chemistry.” I looked over at my sister and she was beaming with pride, smiling devilishly.”Good job Eliza, you really nailed it,” she said professionally. And I was still on my knees on the fake bathroom floor feeling horny and confused. What had just happened? I looked at Dana and didn’t see any doubt or confusion on her face. She was just acting. I told myself that I had just turned in a great performance, so good that it had tricked my body into reacting sexually to my acting. And it was just that Dana was a good actress too. I shook off the feeling.”You too,” I said calmly. I stamped out my inner voices and moved on to the next scene.* * * * *I was standing outside of Dana’s dressing room about two hours later. Rehearsal had wrapped up for the day and I’d waited until just about everyone else was gone. I knew my sister took forever to get ready for anything and I hadn’t been wrong. The theater was pretty quiet by the time the door opened and she walked out. She looked pretty and comfortable, not like she’d been working since early in the morning.”Have a good night Eliza,” she said lightly, then she seemed to look around and check to see if anyone was around. She quickly realized we were alone. She relaxed a bit, “So what’s up?” She knew I hadn’t waited outside just to say goodbye. “Well…” I started, and for a moment I was tongue-tied. Ever since the kiss there were two inter-related thoughts pounding in my brain. The first was that it was by far the most intense and confusing kiss I’d ever had and the second was that if that been so powerful, what would it mean when we had to be naked together? Would I break down entirely? Would I even be able to act? So I had decided that I needed to learn to be comfortable with the whole process. And ever since the kiss I’d been trying to figure out how to do that. Now I had to explain that plan to my sister.”What is it…” Dana said, then dropping her voice lower, “s*s?” I smiled, my sister breaking through her double character to make sure that I was alright. She gave me strength to keep going.”Okay,” I said, “So, you said you were running out of money. And I know we are getting paid now, but it isn’t much. Especially for you.” “Yeah,” she said, blushing and looking down at her feet. She looked vulnerable and beautiful. She was embarrassed by her money troubles, so I pushed on quickly.”Well, I was thinking. You could come and stay on the couch bed in my apartment,” I explained carefully, “And that would help us get comfortable with playing… with playing lovers in this play. We’d get to know each other better and be able to slip into that role.” Dana’s face lit up as it became clear that I wasn’t just offering her charity, I was discussing an acting exercise.”Yeah, I could do that,” she said, “I mean I think we did really well today, but I know there are ways to improve. I really want to get this right.” She spoke so fast that I couldn’t help but giggle. She had boundless such boundless energy for this. After a few moments, though, I had to interrupt her.”There is one thing,” I said and she raised her eyebrows expectantly.”What?””Well, you know we are going to have to… simulate having sex with one another,” I said, now it was my turned to blush. Dana laughed a little.”I know, isn’t it so weird!” she said, clearly not having thought about it much beyond the novelty. That was the problem.”I think if we wait until we get up on stage and then see each other naked… it could be very detrimental to one or both of our performances,” I explained.”So what are you saying,” she said, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips quizzically. “I am saying,” I said, “We need to get comfortable seeing each other’s bodies. When we are alone in the apartment…we need to be naked.” I let out a deep breath. It was such an odd request. But I knew it was right, I knew about having to feel comfortable in a role. If the first time I saw my little sister naked was when I had to pretend to have sex with her in a room full of people, I knew it wouldn’t work. I told myself all of those things. And ignored a voice deep inside that hinted that there was something else as well. Dana, professionally, considered my offer for a moment and then spoke.”You are a great actress Eliza,” she said, “If you think it is a good idea, I agree.” And with that, we prepared to go home.* * * * *A little less than an hour later, Dana and I walked into my apartment. It was a relatively small place, just a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a very small living room. If I opened the couch bed the whole place would be full. We’d decided to swing by Dana’s place just briefly to grab some clothes and a toothbrush. She paid month-to-month and still had a week and a half on her lease. We’d get her things a bit at a time. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been here,” Dana said, putting her night bag down on the counter and then flopping onto the couch. I sat down next to her.”I know, I’m so busy,” I explained, which was true. I rarely got to see my family as much as I liked.”That’s why this job is so great!” Dana said enthusiastically.”What do you mean?””I mean, when I was really little we were together almost constantly. Mom made you watch me while she went to work or did something for Jack or Colin or Rob or Dad. And then you were sort of gone.””I am…” I started; I always felt like I abandoned my family, I felt the need to explain.”No, I understand. Believe me; I wouldn’t want to be someone’s second mom when I was 18. It’s just great, no we get to be together and I am not a burden. We just get to have fun together, and get paid to do it,” she said and I smiled.”I’ve had fun too Dana,” I said. And for a few minutes we just talked about the play and what we thought and ever reminisced about old times and home. And it just felt so good to be with my sister and get caught up with her. But more than going over good old times, it was nice to hear about her life. Hear her opinions on acting or about the world. I got to know her not as my snotty little sister, but as the adult sister I would have for the rest of my life. She wasn’t a k** anymore, she was a woman and my friend. And she was lovely. Near the end of our conversation, uncontrollably, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around my sister. She hugged me close too. For a while we just basked in the fact that we could never lose that special bond. sisterhood or whatever you’d call in. Finally, we broke the hug and I looked at my tall, beautiful sister.”Well, it won’t all be fun,” I said.”What do you mean?””Well we have already broken the one rule that for the apartment. Actually, one of two rules, please turn the fan on in the bathroom when you shower, it will get moldy in there. But the other rule, we broke it.””Oh yeah…” Dana said, sounding a bit nervous. For a moment we just sat in silence. It was quieter in that room than I thought a New York apartment was capable of being. I looked over at her. Her eyes were downcast and she was blushing. We both started giggling. It felt like a high school sleepover or something.”Okay,” I said, realizing that if this was going to happen then it was up to me, as the older sister, to get it rolling. I stood up from the couch and walked over so I was standing in front of the television. Dana smiled shyly at me. I grabbed onto the hem of my t-shirt and then looked to the side. I saw that the one window in my living room was open. I didn’t intend to give a show to the whole city, so I walked over and pulled down the shade. Then I took my place back in front of the TV. I felt giddy and excited.”Here we go,” I said. Once again I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt with both hands. I quickly slipped the t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the coffee table. Next I unbuttoned my jeans and carefully shimmied out of them. Now I was standing in my living room, in front of my baby sister, wearing nothing more than a bra and panties. At this point, it was just like I was wearing a bathing suit. But the next step would be through a frightening and exciting barrier. My heart beating heavily, so hard I could feel it in my teeth.My bra clasped in the front and I reached between my breasts, feeling for the mechanism. I found it and quickly unsnapped the bra. I held the cups over my breasts for a few second and looked at Dana. She was looking at me intently, but trying not to look at me intently. I told myself that if I couldn’t show her my breasts in private that I’d never be able to let her touch them in public. This was about being a professional, about acting. I let out a low breath and opened my bra, letting it slide off my back. I looked down at my exposed breasts. The skin on my breast was tanned, but less so than the rest of my skin. They were shaped like teardrops and my nipples were short. My areolas were wide and a soft pink color. My stomach looked flat, I was happy with the way my body looked (I know, an actress happy with the way she looks, no wonder I wasn’t a movie star). I stopped there and looked at Dana. I felt her eyes moving over my body. I didn’t know what I expected of her. She looked ever more shy and innocent than before, her face was red, “You have a beautiful body Eliza,” she said and I smiled. I guess I’d been looking for reassurance that we could actually do this. And she gave it. “Thanks,” I whispered. Now the last, and most daunting, step. I took hold of the elastic waist band of my tightly black panties. I closed my eyes, bent slightly at the waist, and eased the back of the panties over my ass. Then I slowly worked the panties down my legs as well. Finally I left them on the floor, stepping out of them and standing naked in front of my sister Dana. She could now see the tight pink slit of my vagina, the short black landing strip above it, and the little brown freckle directly midway between my clitoris and my bellybutton. I was completely exposed. Dana was staring at me, her face no longer red, just interested. We were completely silent. I began to feel uncomfortable and so I walked around the coffee table and sat back down on the couch. Dana’s eyes followed me and I as I sat close to her, I could almost feel her discomfort, and interest as she continued to stare at me. I looked at her and shook the hair out of my eyes. I could feel my bare breasts jiggle as I moved and I saw her eyes following them. We both giggled again. “You are really gorgeous,” she said at last. Then she lifted her hand. I could feel the energy pulsating out of her hand. I wanted it to touch me, but I didn’t really know why. I told myself I was just getting comfortable, that I wanted her to touch me so that I could play my part. Her hand moved forward and she placed it on my stomach. My sister’s hands on my naked body. Her fingers felt hot and hard and I liked the energy I felt. Her hand slowly moved down my body, over my bellybutton, right up to my freckle. But then her hand broke to the side, moving away from my vagina, but still sliding down my hip. Finally her hand came to rest, d****d over my thigh, her fingers just a few short inches from my rapidly aroused vagina. I told myself I wasn’t getting hot, but I could feel that I was wet. I knew that my nipples were hardening. And I knew it was caused by her touch. Her eyes were downcast, looking at her hand moving. There was none of her youthful giggling now, she looked so serious, so enthralled by my body. Her hand squeezed slightly on my thigh and I closed my eyes. Against my will, my mouth moaned. My eyes shot open and Dana’s suddenly looked up, staring at me. Then she smiled sheepishly.”Don’t make fun,” she said, “I was just trying to get comfortable.””I was just acting,” I lied. She nodded solemnly. Then she stood and walked up in front of the living room where I’d disrobed. She quickly slipped off her t-shirt, putting it next to mine. She then bent over and even more quickly removed her yoga pants. Then she stood up straight and looked at me. She looked so lithe in her pink panties and black bra. In fact, she looked like she was modeling for whatever underwear company had made her clothes. Her stomach was so flat, her breasts so small and perky. Her face was red again, even her neck flushed a bit. She stood for a long time in her bra and panties. I didn’t know what to say to encourage her to go farther. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and I knew she was nervous. Suddenly, I was struck by an idea. I was sitting with my legs tucked under my body on the couch. But now I slipped my legs out from under my ass and I put both feet wide apart on my coffee table. I kept my knees together for a moment, looked up at Dana, and then pulled them apart as well. My pussy opened up to my sister and I hoped that she couldn’t see that I was wet, couldn’t smell my arousal. But I was exposing myself completely, letting her know it was safe. I felt so strange doing it, but my body just…acted. I mean, it just performed. She stared, open-mouthed, at my opened pussy. But in a moment she seemed to get the message.Her eyes stayed on my pink pussy lips as she reached behind her back. For a moment she struggled with the clasp but then finally I saw the cups of her bra loosen from her body. She pushed her arms forward and let her bra slide down her arms onto the floor. Her breasts were shaped like mine, like teardrops, but they were much smaller. They were also perkier, standing straight up from her chest like she was still wearing her bra. The skin of her breasts was milky white and her nipples were little pink kisses on the tips of them. She looked at me nervously.”You are cute!” I said honestly and she laughed, shading redder.”I wish they were bigger like yours,” she said shyly.”You’re only 22, they will get a little bigger. And small boobs stay perkier longer. Those things are defying gravity,” I gushed. I sounded like I was just trying to make her comfortable, but I meant every word. I marveled at the sleek beauty of her body. I wondered what her delicate body would feel like in my hands, what her nipples would feel like in my mouth. Why was I thinking this!? I tried to control myself, but I allowed myself to believe that I was just trying to think in character, to come to terms with the fact that I was going to PRETEND to be aroused by Dana, not that I was actually aroused by her.Finally, turned her head to the side, letting her long straight hair cascade over her shoulder. She was looking at the window, making sure no one could see her. I wanted to remind her that a whole theater would be seeing her soon, but I couldn’t talk anymore, I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound…wrong. So I waited and then she quickly bent over and pulled off her panties. My eyes instantly moved down between her legs. Her thin thighs were pressed together, but I could still make out the top of her dark red pussy. Her clit was a tiny little nub at the top, barely visible. She had no public hair, it looked like she’d gotten electrolysis or something. There was my little sister, standing naked and beautiful in front of me.For a moment she just stood in front of me, then she started to walk towards the couch. She moved with a kind of embarrassed elegance, an awkward sensuality that I found incredibly enticing. I watched all of the muscles in her body move as she walked and then sat down on the couch next to me. I could feel the heat from her body and I could smell her perfume and her sweat. She was still breathing heavily and I watched as she breasts rose and fell on top of her ribs. Now I reached my hand forward, pressing it into the soft skin of her belly. Her skin felt cool and smooth and my fingers sank into her flesh. I could feel the blood pulsing and the organs process as my hand sat on her belly. Then I slowly slid my hand up. My fingers touched her sternum and then moved up farther, in the valley between her small breasts. The sides of my hand gently grazed the silky, supple skin of her breasts. I felt excitement run through my body but my hand kept moving, over her chest and then coming to rest, my fingers pressed against her throat. I could feel her pulse pounding and I looked into her piercing eyes and didn’t even know if I could think anymore. I looked at her thick, pink lips and wanted to press my mouth against hers.”Woah, I can’t believe we did this,” Dana said and then she sort of laughed, “Good thing we did, I don’t think I could have done this in front of people right now, this would take some getting used to.” And then the spell was broken. Some of the strange feelings I had subsided, somewhat. We were talking about acting again. Yes, that was the reason for this. For all of this. I took a deep breath and nodded.”I think we did a good job, and it will get more comfortable with time,” I said knowingly. “You are so good at this stuff,” Dana said, “Thank you for teaching me how to be a professional actress.” She said. Then, somewhat impulsively I think, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. It was a pretty basic, sisterly hug. Just our bodies pressed together, her cheek against mine. She held me close. It was only made something more because we were naked. I felt her breast press against mine, I wondered if she could feel my hard nipples in her skin. I could feel hers. I could smell the delicate and feminine smells of her body. I could sense the sexual energy inside of her. I could feel the direct heat of her body, it made me light-headed. And when she pulled away, our hot, wet skin stuck together, pulling apart only with a slight pinching feeling. I looked at her and I realized that whatever I was feeling, she was not. She was just acting and her hug had just been a heart-felt expression of her thanks. I told myself I was doing the same thing, and willed myself to ignore the voice in my head that said that my excitement was real. She smiled at me like a sister as I stifled my confusion.”I am starving,” she said suddenly, and got up and walked to the kitchen. My eyes followed her, my attention focused on her tight little ass as she walked around. Just acting, I lied to myself, just acting.* * * * *The next few weeks of rehearsals was an exhausting but exciting blur. At the theater, we slowly and painstakingly began to finalize our performance. Little touches were added and Pete really hit his stride. It was actually very gratifying to see the inexperienced cast and crew come together and gel. After three weeks we no longer looked like amateurs, after four we sharp, at the start of the fifth week we were our characters. I am always amazed at the transformation that occurs during a play, but it felt more pronounced now. And my sister was the most impressive person in the entire production. Everyone who saw her knew that she was destined for bigger things. I was proud (and a bit jealous) when I realized that by the time she was 32, she would be wondering about where to buy a second house rather than whether to press the re-start button on her career.There was, however, one segment of the play that was still difficult as the waning hours of rehearsal neared. It was, of course, the sex scenes. Pete had begun to choreograph them early on, but we were just starting to really get the movements down on stage. We did not rehearse nude, Pete said that he wanted the first performances to have some raw, un-scripted sexual energy to them. I was a bit relieved by that, but still, the sex scenes were intense. I would have felt uncomfortable doing them within anyone, let alone my little sister. When we kissed or touched, there was still a little bit of the awkwardness that had occurred earlier during the production. Pete seemed to understand, but kept pushing us to get better. And we were getting better, we just weren’t there yet.The one thing that seemed to keep us going in the right direction was Dana staying at my home. We hadn’t told anyone about our arrangements. We left my apartment and I took a cab while Dana took the subway. We went home the same way. And when we were in the house, we were naked. I mean the instant the door closed behind us, the clothes came off. It had been strange the first few days, but the more we did it, the more comfortable I felt. I know that the only reason I was able to perform at all was because of this regimen. Even though we’d been doing it for weeks, I still couldn’t get over how beautiful I found my sister’s body. Her legs were so slim and toned, her hips so perfectly proportioned with her breasts, and when her mouth smiled it felt like her whole body smiled with it. Beyond that, I liked the way that it felt when her eyes scanned my body. I wondered if she thought I looked attractive. Sometimes these thoughts made me feel confused, but they began to feel more natural as time went on. And when I saw how increased comfort with sexuality around my sister improved my performance canlı casino at work, I completely convinced myself that what was happening was no more scandalous than losing weight for a role or dying my hair. But sometimes my body would tell me, in no uncertain terms, that there was something deeper involved. I remember a couple of incidents distinctly. I remember one night watching a movie on my couch with Dana before bed. She was a little tired and, while we were naked, she leaned over and put her head in my lap. She explained that she was trying to enact the kind of non-ostentatious physical contact that couples often develop over time. But all I could think was the way her hot breath felt against my leg, the way her cheek brushed my thigh, and the way her hair tickled me between my legs. I struggled to keep my body from trembling as I felt her weight and easy affection on my body. I didn’t pay attention to the movie; all I could think of was her. I even stroked her hair gently and put my hand on her bare shoulder. I focused intently on the television without seeing it, ignoring the growing wetness between my legs. Another time I walked into the living room while she was still asleep. She had always thrashed around a lot in her sleep and it seemed that hadn’t changed when she grew up. Her head was still on her pillow but it looked like she’d been rolling in her sleep. Her hair was disheveled in a way that made it look like she’d just had sex. Her legs were spread wide open and her pussy looked red and aroused. In the cold of my living room, her nipples were hard and her breasts stood out prominently on her slender chest. For a few moments I couldn’t move. All I could do was stand in the room and stare at her, not even breathing. My mind was not working; I was just consuming her body with my eyes. Finally, she stirred slightly and knocked me, confused and aroused, out of my reverie.Still another time the power had gone out in my apartment. Usually, my alarm would wake me up, I’d get a shower and then wake Dana up. However, that morning my alarm did not go off. When I awoke, we only had an hour to get ready and get to rehearsal. I quickly ran into the living room to tell Dana to wake up and explain the situation. We were both frantically getting ready, but then we realized that we both needed showers and there was not enough time. Dana suggested that it would save time and also be beneficial to our efforts and sexual comfort if we showered together. She said it so professionally that it made sense. But once we were in the shower together, our nudity somehow became even more intimate. I was enthralled by the way the water cascaded off of her skin and how the soap bubbles looked when they pooled on her breasts or between her legs. I could barely shower, my eyes over her. My hands trembled when she asked me to clean her back. I was thankful that my apartment had a terrible water heater, because touching her and watching the way she moved in the water made me so incredibly hot. I told myself our acting lessons were going really well, even as my legs felt weak as I toweled off.These events, and many others, swirled in my mind each time I saw my sister. In the long run, as time went by, I stopped analyzing them. I didn’t want to think about whether or not I was acting. I just told myself that I was not actually hot for my sister and shut myself down. It was clear that my sister was just following my lead and that I had to stop reading too much into our interactions. I was so successful in this effort that two days before our first preview performance I actually concocted a strange plan and actually convinced myself, at first, that I was just putting the finishing touches on my preparation for performance.”Hey Dana, I was thinking of an exercise to do tonight, just one last thing before we actually perform,” I said. I was sitting on my couch, naked as usual, drinking a diet coke. Dana was in the kitchen doorway tearing off bits of a banana and popping them into her mouth. My mouth followed her lips and tongue as they maneuvered the pasty fruit to her perfect white teeth.”What did you have in mind?” She asked, moving into the living room and sitting next to me on the couch. She sort of sprawled out languidly and comfortably and I gazed over her body for a moment before I spoke any further.”Well, I know what Pete said about wanting the preview performance to be our first nude rehearsal together,” I said and Dana covered her mouth and laughed.”Yeah, I bet he doesn’t know about this,” she said brushing her hand across her nude body. I smiled back.”Well yeah, there is this,” I said, trying to sound reasonable, “But I mean beyond just being together, I don’t know, I think that it might be helpful to actually go through the motions once.” I felt my cheeks getting a little red and that just sort of confirmed the need for this exercise. I no longer blushed when I saw Dana naked, but I might blush when simulating sex. I didn’t think that would be conducive to a quality performance. Dana tilted her head to the side and her hair cascaded across ones of her breasts. Only her nipple poked out of the thick, shiny blonde hair.”Well…” She started.”Unless you wouldn’t be comfortable,” I said, perhaps too quickly. Part of me wanted her to just say “no” to the request. But she shook her head vehemently, her breasts bouncing slightly.”No, I just wondered where you wanted to start,” she explained. I felt more nervous now, my pulse quickened and my breathing grew a bit shallower. There were three scenes of various sexual intensity in the play. I thought maybe it would be best to ease into it.”I was thinking that we’d just start with the nude kissing scene,” I explained. A scene after Dana’s character met my character, we were already having sex. The scene was consisted of Dana and I on the couch, nude, and kissing passionately. So it wasn’t really even a sex scene. Eventually, we stopped and talked. We’d already done the kiss before (and it was quite intense) and, of course, the lines. But nude would be a game changer. It wasn’t sex yet, but it was pretty damn close.”Do you think this is a good idea?” Dana asked as we carefully got outside into position with Dana throwing her long legs over my lap, scooting in so that her butt was against my thighs. “What do you mean?” I asked, for a second I thought she was questioning the whole premise. Part of me wanted to yell out that of course this was a bad idea. But I waited.”I mean Pete didn’t want us to,” she said, taking my hand and carefully moving it so that it was around her waist, resting on the small of her back. And whatever thought I had of stopping was gone. Her body felt electric against my palms. We’d grown much more comfortable talking and touching naked, but I knew this was going to be more. And I was so curious to know what it felt like.”What Pete doesn’t know, won’t hurt him,” I said and Dana smiled her charming little smile.”Well lover,” she said playfully, “break a leg.””And Go,” I said and we both imagined that we were on the set and the lights were coming back on. With my hand on the small of her back, I pulled her closer, making her bend a bit at the waist. I leaned forward now as well. I felt my sister arms d**** over my shoulders and could feel her fingers intertwine behind my neck. She closed her eyes and for a moment I kept mine open. I watched her relaxed, lithe body as it glided towards me and felt that same, youthful sexual energy pouring out of her body. I had to respond. I closed my eyes as well.In a moment our lips were touching. Her kisses were more familiar now, I knew something of what to expect. But that didn’t change how wonderful it felt to kiss Dana. I could kiss her a thousand time and never tire of the way her tongue pressed against my lips, the way her skin smelled, or the way her teeth nibbled on my lower lip. I moaned into her mouth as she dug her tongue deep into my mouth. She responded, squeezing her tongue tighter around my neck.Naked, with no barrier between us, my body responded more forcefully than it ever had before. My hand moved up and down Dana’s back, pushing into her taut flesh. My free hand moved up to her hip and I rubbed it gently as well. When I did this, my arm brushed against my sister’s breast. I felt a chill run through her body and she moaned. As she moaned, her mouth opened slightly. I found her tongue with my lips and began to suck on it, pulling it into my mouth and sucking her sweet saliva off of it. I felt her arms trembling on my shoulders and her nails dug into my neck. That sharp little pain in my neck (for what else is a little sister), triggered something deeper inside of me. Suddenly all thoughts of the play and who it was that was cradled in my arms was moot. Something uncontrollably sexual took over my thoughts and actions. I sucked on Dana’s tongue harder and pulled her back into me harder. I felt her ass push up against my thigh hard and heard her squeal a bit. I nibbled slightly on her tongue and then, without any apparent thought, my hand moved from her thigh and quickly grasped her bare breast. Dana’s body trembled and she moaned again, a strange sound with her tongue in my mouth. I felt her soft skin and squeezed the delicate, tight flesh of her breast. I felt her hard nipple pressing into the palm of my hand. I moved my hand back, took that little nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently, but tightly.”Holy fuck!” Dana screamed into my mouth, making my own nipples harden. I felt her fingers unclasp behind my neck and one of her hands moved over my shoulder slowly. Then her palm was pressing hard against my breast. Her fingers felt hot and hard as they sunk into my flesh. I groaned and let my sister’s tongue slide out of my mouth as my nipple crushed under my sister’s palm.”Fuck Dana!” I said hotly under my breath. I don’t think that she heard me, but it woke something up. My conscience I guess. I immediately broke off the kiss, leaned back. I’d said my sister’s name. Not her character’s name. Dana’s eyes opened, a bit confused. Her hand was still pressed against my breast. She noticed and pulled her hand back like it had been burned.”Wow that was really good,” she said and for a moment I thought she was praising the kiss, “I mean we really nailed the kiss, why did you stop before saying your line?” I felt flustered all the sudden, I desperately wanted to cover my nakedness, I felt too exposed. I slowly eased my sister’s legs out of my lap.”No, it was very good,” I said, ignoring her second question, “But it just sort of convinced me that Pete is right. We need to save it for the show.” I explained. Dana furrowed her brow and looked concerned.”Are you sure?” she asked, then noticed the way I was sort of fidgeting, “Are you okay?””No,” I said, “I mean, No, I am okay,” I responded, knowing that I was speaking gibberish.”Okay,” Dana said, still uneasy.”No, we are just so close to the date, I get a little nervous. I don’t want to lose what we have got, I want this to be a success,” I said.”Oh so do I,” Dana said passionately, “I think I understand.” And it seemed that she was thinking professionally again, allowing me to slink into my room, and ignore my own very unprofessional thoughts.Chapter 3: PerformanceTwo days later I was standing just off stage in the theater waiting for the curtain to rise. I was in costume, the set was up. I knew that there were a dozen or so members of the press in the audience, as well as other people that Pete invited to the show. This was our first preview performance. It was not open to the public, but it was important because it would dictate what sort of reviews the show would get before opening night. And, from this actor’s perspective, there was really no difference between a preview and the actual opening night. I knew that some of the reporters were old-fashioned newspaper reporters, though most were bloggers. It was important that all of them think that my performance was a turning point in my career, they needed to buy me as high powered leading lady that took chances.But the butterflies in my stomach weren’t about that. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Dana sitting on a box behind stage, talking casually to a member of the crew. I knew she was nervous, but she looked beautiful. She saw me looking at her and she smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. And then the curtain started to rise and I prepared to walk out on stage. A stage where I would soon be simulating sex with my sister in front of about a hundred people. And no one would even know what they were looking at.The play started and it felt right. All of our hard work was evident by the fact that it was not evident. The crew was amazing. Everything I, or one of the other actors, did onstage was enhanced a hundred times by how well everything ran backstage. And there was a lot to work with in terms of acting talent. Everyone brought their A-game that night. Even the woman who played a business rival of mine in the play, who I’d always felt had lent a sort of unnecessary priggish quality to her character, seemed more authentic that night.And Dana was wonderful. She absolutely stole the show. If she were anyone other than my sister, I would be a little jealous of her. But I wasn’t, I just wanted her to succeed. Moreover, her performance had this sort of youthful vigor that was contagious. She gave so much to the performance that I was able to just sort of feed off this liveliness. It became part of my performance as well. Dana gave the edge that I needed to make a really powerful performance. The scene where they first kiss, in the bathroom, was potent, she could feel the oxygen go out of the room.After that scene, the stage went dark. Dana and I ran back to our dressing rooms. I could hear the crew rearranging the set so that the party and bathroom scenery was transformed into a set showing my character’s house. I moved quickly, tearing off my clothes and leaving them in a pile in the dressing room. In another moment, I was out of the stage. It was so dark that I knew none of the people in the audience could see my body. But they would soon. I felt incredibly nervous. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I glance over and saw my sister looking beautiful.”Better sit down,” she said and I nodded and flopped onto the couch. She climbed into my lap like she had two days before in my actual apartment. She had her legs d****d over my lap and her ass pressed against my thigh. Her arms were d****d around my neck and my hand was on her back. And we closed our eyes and pressed our lips together. And then the lights came on. And everyone in the audience saw two sister, naked, kissing. Bu they didn’t know they saw that.Just like before, I pulled my sister in with my hand and rubbed her leg. And the same flood of emotions poured over me. Again, I could not control myself, I had to grab my sister’s tight little breast and I had to suck hard on her tongue. I moaned when I heard her gasping for air and all of this was made more intense because people were watching us. People were uncomfortable enough, seeing two women naked and making love on stage, but if they knew that we were sister, it would be a thousand times worse. And that, for some reason, turned me on, pushed me harder and harder into the role. My sister’s hands moved over my body, touching my breasts and my face. The entire theater filled with our sexual tension. Finally, our kiss broke. And… I said my line. It was perfect. You could feel the energy in the room, but Dana and I continued to work through the scene professionally, speaking casually to one another in the nude.Finally, the scene ended. The lights went out on the stage. Dana and I were still nude on the sofa. She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek, “We are really doing it!” she whispered.”We haven’t done anything yet,” I explained. Still feeling the kiss on my cheek. But I didn’t have time to think. We rushed off the stage and got dressed for our next scenes. After another scene, the first Act ended. The second, and final, Act was going to be much more intense, both in the acting requirements of the performance, and the sexual actions.Because we were between Acts, the curtain was down and the lights were on. The first scene of Act two would open in my character’s bedroom. I was standing near the bed, wearing nothing but a robe. Dana was standing across from me, wearing the same thing. Pete was standing next to me talking.”We are looking good out there, don’t you think?” he asked and I just nodded, “You and Dana were… wow…that was hot.” He said. He was clearly very excited and I think that the play was really coming out the way he’d seen it in his mind. He looked at his watch.”Come on guys,” he whispered loudly to the crew, “We want to get the curtain up in five.” The crew swore at Pete but moved a little faster. The bed was in the middle of the stage now. In a few minutes they were done. I took off my robe, handed it to Pete, and then climbed up onto the bed. The mattress was a big California King number. It was covered in big pillows and billowy comforters. There was a spot in the middle of the bed, obscured from the audience by all of the blankets, where a large foam cone was placed. It was underneath the sheets and looked like a big white bump. I slid into the middle of the bed, sitting so that the foam lump was between my legs.Dana took off her robe as well and climbed up onto the bed. I watched the way her muscles tensed and her body twisted as she worked her way through the thick blankets. She was grinning and her happiness was contagious. Finally she reached the middle of the bed as well. She moved so that the foam bump was between her legs as well, facing me. I felt her hot skin as she d****d on leg over mine. I lifted my other leg and let her slide her’s underneath of it. Now our legs were sort of d****d over one another, our vaginas pushed up against the cone. We were sort of simulating a scissoring position. We scooted in closer, getting comfortable. I moved one of my hands so that it was on my sister’s thigh and then reached across my body and grabbed her hand. We held each other’s arms tightly, pulling each other into the foam. I could feel her body pressing against my bare pussy through the foam. She had a wicked look on her face and I knew that it was because the curtain was about to rise. But I liked the way it looked. Finally Pete and the crew moved of the stage. The curtain started to rise.”OHH!!” Dana moaned loudly. We began to writhe on the bed, pushing our pussies together (or as close together as they would go). The curtain was all the way up. The audience was watching us, throwing our heads back, moaning. I felt my nipples hardening and my pussy felt wet. I could feel my juices soaking into the sheets. But I didn’t care. I kept my eyes on my sister. I was watching the way she moved at her waist, twisting and gyrating fluidly. Her breasts moved. And Oh God, her voice. She was screaming in a sexy, staccato fashion. She was chanting my character’s name. I followed her lead, grinding and moaning and loving every minute.And I adored the resistance that the foam gave me. I liked that I could feel my sister’s body through the foam. Each thrusting of her hip, each grind, worked through the foam. The soft silk sheets pressed against my clit, sliding up and down. Each movement she made caused a chill to run up and down my spine. I bit my lip to keep from screaming in a fashion too unreserved for my character. “Oh fuck me!” My sister yelled and I moved my hand from her thigh and grabbed my own breast, squeezing it and pinching my nipples. We started to rock our hips faster, pushing harder. Dana’s hair was in her face and she was playing with her own breasts. I heard a growl escape form my throat. Soon we weren’t even thrashing in a rhythm, we were just making wild, a****l motions. And then… we both pretended to cum at the same time. My face almost fell as the “orgasm” subsided. Just pretending.I think that I was probably actually pretty close to cumming, but I knew that I had to stop. I looked over at Dana, she was already slowing down, preparing to perform. I suddenly remembered where I was, and what I was doing. I said my next line. Dana said her next line and then we stood up from the bed, walking around casually. Naked, but no longer sexual. The play kept going and my thoughts became professional once again. If anything, we became sharper in the second act. We found the right pace for everything. There were no mistakes. I could feel the perfection in my performance and I knew that Dana was bringing it out of me. I hoped that some of her strong work was the result of my influence, but I wasn’t worried about it. Things were going too well. Finally, the play started to build towards the end. We did one scene and then another. The second to last scene was the dramatic climax of the play. Two very important elements in the play came together and sort of explode. I played it calmly, but passionately. I was trying to show an intense reserve. I could tell by the way the audience sat forward in their seats, their hands over their mouths that it was working. When Dana spat out the final lines of the scenes the audience gasped, and they were supposed to. Then the stage went black.Finally, we had arrived at the final scene. The final sexual action of the play. The last scene once again took place in my character’s bedroom. The stage was still dark as I disrobed and the crew quietly moved the bed back into place. This time the foam was not in the center of the bed.The final scene wasn’t really a scene at all, it was more of an aside. I would give a monologue regarding my character’s business dealings. However, the entire scene would be highly sexualized. It was just a sort of exclamation point on Pete’s story. Even after getting through everything else, I was still a little bit nervous about this scene.The crew moved off the stage and I climbed onto the bed. I sat with my back against the headboard and spread my legs wide. There weren’t blankets or pillows anymore, if the lights had been on, everyone would see my bare pussy. But then Dana walked back out on the stage. She was naked again and she climbed onto the bed as well. She got on her hands and knees and crawled between my legs.Her face looked nervous but innocent. Her eye lashes were so long and her face looked so pale in the low light. She looked up at me once and gave a little smile. I winked back at her, not knowing what else to do. I breathed heavily. I knew my pussy was already wet, or perhaps still wet from before. I wondered what she smelled as she carefully lowered her head between my legs. Her ass was up in the air, facing the crowd. She moved so that her nose was only an inch away from my clitoris, just barely hovering over it. But no closer. I could feel the heat of her breath against my wet pussy and my clitoris ached when her breath pressed her pressure into it. My eyes rolled back in my head, my nipples responded to her. But then the lights came on. I moaned theatrically, throwing my head back.I moaned for a while, just letting the crowd watch as my little sister’s head bobbed a little, while she pretended to eat my pussy. Then I looked at the crowd with a devilish look on my face. I started giving my monologue. Dana continued to pretend to eat my pussy, her ass wiggling bare to the crowd. Everyone could see my little sister’s asshole. I wondered what my father would think.Then, I started to speak faster, as my monologue got more aggressive. Following the actions that Pete had laid out exhaustively in rehearsal I put my head down between my legs and pressed my fingers kaçak casino against Dana’s forehead. I shoved her once hard. She grunted and then flopped all the way over, onto her bed, like I was a superhero. Her breasts slide up towards here face as she landed on her back and then jiggled on her chest. I kept talking.Then, after a few more words I leaned forward on my hands and knees and started to crawl forward. My sister was still lying on her back on the bed, but it was important that I ignore her. I stared out into the crowd and delivered my lines. But I crawled over top of my sister. My knee landed on her thigh, my hand on her breast. But I crawled over her slowly. I felt her body slid underneath of mine and could feel her breath on my tits, my stomach, and my pussy. Finally, I got to the edge of the bed, moving through her long beautiful hair. I kept talking.My sister, now behind me, rolled over onto her stomach. She waited a moment (as per our rehearsed choreography) and then she popped up on her knees behind me. I kept talking, ignoring her. She grabbed my ass cheeks now, her fingers sinking into my flesh. Then she spread them wide. And still I kept belting out my lines, ostensibly ignoring her. She then dipped her face between my ass cheeks. Only I could tell that she stopped just an inch before my little pink anus. She bobbed her head just like she had before, pretending she was eating my asshole. But I kept ignoring her. Using all my will, because I could feel her hair d****d over my ass cheeks and her air against my little hole. Part of me wanted to push my ass back, to actually feel her lips on my anus. But I kept saying my lines.Finally, I lifted one foot and placed it against Dana’s stomach. I said my very last line and then I kicked her back, so that she flopped down onto the bed. And then, the curtain closed. The play was finished. It was out of my hands now. I felt that I had done everything I could. I’d helped myself, I’d helped my sister, I’d fought my own confusing thoughts. But I had acted as well as I had ever done before. I waited to see if the world agree. I closed my eyes when I heard the applause, fighting back tears. It was almost like an orgasm. Absolutely perfect. Chapter 4: Curtain CallLater, much later, after I’d slipped on my robe and bowed with the rest of the cast to the audience; after I’d accepted roses from Pete; after I’d kissed Dana on stage and bowed with just her; after I’d gone back stage and spoke excitedly with the cast and crew; after I went out to dinner with the whole crew and celebrated; after I went out with Dana and the rest of the cast for drinks; and after I’d caught a cab with my sister, I stumbled, a little bit drunk, into my apartment. I felt absolutely ecstatic. Every instinct I’d had about my performance had been confirmed by everyone else in the cast and crew. They all thought it was perfect. That Dana and I had nailed it. And all of the tension that I’d felt during the weeks of rehearsal had slipped from me. I was calm and happy. Dana stumbled into the apartment after me and I giggled when she bumped into me. She was almost as happy as I was. She hadn’t stopped smiling all night and had debriefed everyone about the performance, asking what she did well and what she could do better. I was so proud of her. And now we were both exhausted and content as we walked into the living room.So many weeks of rehearsal and we no longer ever thought about what to do when we got into the living room. We instantly disrobed without even thinking and in a few minutes we were both sitting on the couch, naked. Giggling, drunk, and talking through how well the performance had gone. I saw a light out of the corner of my eyes and saw my phone light up.”Oh I have two missed calls,” I said looking at it, “Two voicemails from Pete and my agent! They must’ve thought of some new things they wanted to say about how beautiful and talented we are” Dana laughed and I put the phone on speaker and pushed to play. Pete’s message came up first and his slightly slurred speech filled my living room.”Hey, Eliza. Just wanted to say that tonight’s performance was…Awesome. You really kicked ass. One of my buddies runs an off-Broadway review blog and he said that he is writing a love note. I just couldn’t be happier. It turned out better than I expected. Okay, see you at work.” “Can’t beat that,” Dana said, smiling. Then my manager’s voicemail started.”Eliza, its Cal. Hey, I was in the audience tonight for you and I want you to know, it was really great. I mean, there was a buzz with the press and everything afterwards. I am hearing that everybody is going to be giving you rave reviews. I mean the kind of reviews that will open up doors to bigger and better things. I wasn’t sold when you told me about this little plan to go off-Broadway. But I can admit when you are right and I am wrong. Oh, and since I was the bigger man there and admitted you are a genius, don’t get all crazy actress-chick on me when I ask you this next thing: your co-star, I think he name was Dana Watling, who is her representation? She was fucking fantastic too. She looking for someone a little higher profile? Do me a favor and ask her to give me a call. Okay, I gotta run. Congrats again on the show.” “Uh, actually, I’d say that was the voicemail to beat,” I said turning to my sister. Her eyes were wide and her hand was over her mouth.”Oh my God Eliza, critics like our play! And someone wants to represent me,” she said. I was thinking about my own success, I wondered what sorts of bigger and better things were on the horizon. But I was proud of my sister too. I leaned forward and hugged her. It was a sister hug and I felt tears running down her cheeks and landing on my shoulder. I barely noticed that our bare breasts were pressed together.”Thank you so much Eliza,” Dana said, sounding a bit choked up, “I couldn’t have done this without you.””Hey, what are sister’s for if not to do all kinds of weird things on stage with,” I said and we both laughed. But Dana was shaking her head.”Not just that, I mean your whole performance. You made me look like a better actress,” she explained and I felt really touched. I smiled rubbed Dana’s arm.”You brought out a great performance in me also, I think Pete was right, we had good chemistry,” I said.”You really are a great actress Eliza. I mean there were times when… never mind,” she said. She was blushing all of the sudden and was looking down at her feet.”No, what is it?” I asked. She looked very nervous for some reason.”Well…” she said, staring at her hands while her fingers twisted together, “Well, there were just times when we would rehearse or something you know, and you would just perform so well that…I wasn’t just acting, I could like feel the emotions that we were trying to create.” My slightly drunk mind couldn’t quite figure out what she was trying to say.”I don’t understand…” I said.”Oh God Eliza, fine I will just come out and say it. Your passion sometimes made me feel aroused. Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t acting, it was like you really wanted me and I wanted you. So I just wanted to say you are a great actress because you made me feel that way,” she said all in a single breath. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. Everything I’d felt, all my confusion and insecurity, my sister had felt them too. The realization was almost too much for me. The day had been too jammed with important things. What did anything about today mean?”Oh Dana,” I said suddenly feeling a rush of sympathy and understanding for my little sister. But she misread my comment.”I know, I shouldn’t have said anything. I feel like a pervert,” she scrambled, “It was really just supposed to be a compliment about your acting. I don’t really think that you are attracted to me and I don’t…I don’t think I am really attracted to you.” And that one little work ‘think’ set off something in my brain. My sister was saying more than she intended.I stared at her now. I looked at her bright pink lips, quivering slightly; I looked at her hair d****d messily over her shoulders, covering her breast; I looked at her nipples and perky little breasts; I looked at her flat stomach and long legs; and I looked between her legs and saw the tight red slit between it. I realized that I hadn’t just been acting, I’d been feeling something for her and I needed to stop lying to myself. What was more; this beautiful creature felt the same way about me. Part of me called out a warning, said that meant I needed to get dressed and go to my room immediately, and quit the production. That I was too close to something terrible and unforgivable. Then my sister spoke, in her sweet little voice, apparently uncomfortable by my long silence.”I’m sorry Eliza, I wouldn’t have said anything except I am a little drunk…” She said, but hearing her innocent and vulnerable voice had pushed everything else out of my head. I just needed her now. I pounced forward, toppling her back onto the couch. She spread her legs as her head landed against the armrest. I landed on top of her, between her legs. My breasts pushed against her nipples and I planted my lips on hers. For a moment she felt frozen under my body, her lips stiff and her body rigid.”Eliza,” she said, muffled by my mouth. Then, I felt her entire body relax and I heard her let out a low sigh. I breathed her air into my mouth as her arms wrapped around me and her lips softened, accepting my kiss.My entire body felt on fire as Dana’s arms pulled me into her. Our tongues met in each other’s mouths, I licked her teeth and gums, trying to taste every delicious part of her. She reciprocated, lapping at me tongue and tasting my saliva. My nipples were hard and my much larger breasts pushed into her’s, covering her breasts. But I could feel her nipples as they pressed into me and I knew mine were pressing into her. I could feel her pussy pressing against mine, wet. My clit was hard and as we kissed I started to grind my hips into hers. I even put my hands on her hips, holding her in place so that I could grind into her.My sister’s clit was hard as well, and I could hear her gasping into my mouth as I moved. I felt her thrusting her hips up into me as well. I breathed deeply, trying to breathe in my sister’s wonderful scent as I kept the pressure on. My sister’s clean-shaven pussy was so wet that soon both of our clits were dripping wet. The wetness cut down on any hint of friction and soon we were sliding easily, our clits rubbing smoothly and deliciously. I broke our kiss and started to lick my sister’s neck. I don’t know why, I’d never been a licker before, but I wanted to taste every inch of my sister.”Oh lick me Eliza, and fuck me!” my sister moaned as I sucked on her ear lobe. I felt her hands moving around my sides as she tried to rub my breasts. I pushed back using her hips, pushing me body into a more erect position. My sister’s ear popped out of my mouth. Dana’s hands flew to my breasts. I kept rocking my hips, rubbing my clit against hers. And her hands moved over my breasts, squeezing my flesh and pinching my hard nipples. I was gasping for air and looking at my little sister’s beautiful face. I started to press my clit harder into her body, moving faster. I felt the orgasm building inside of me. It was like a vibrating hum deep inside of my body, building and building, and then suddenly reaching an unbearable crescendo. I heard myself yell out and then the most intense wave of pleasure I’d ever felt washed over my body and I couldn’t feel anything else. The feeling was so transcendent, so far beyond any orgasm I’d ever had in my life, that I don’t believe that it is even possible to describe it. It was, without hyperbole, heaven. I fell forward against my sister’s chest, breathing heavily. It took a few minutes before I was completely in control of myself again. I was laying on my sister’s breast and I could feel her hands playing in my hair. I looked and saw that one of her little pink nipples was right next to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I felt a shiver run through my sister’s body as I began to suck on her nipple. I moved a hand over her other breast, kneading it carefully. I knew my sister hadn’t cum yet, she was still just on the edge. I wanted to push her over. I wanted to reward her with the pleasure that I felt. She kept playing with my hair, something guaranteed to drive me wild.After a few minutes of playing gently with her breasts, I pulled back, letting her tit pop audibly out of my mouth. Dana whimpered and then looked up at me, “What are you doing Eliza?” She asked and I smiled. I put my hands under her armpits and started to pull her up. At first, she just laid there, but then she understood what I was doing and carefully I set her in a seated position on the arm of the couch. Her knees were together.I got down on my hands and knees on the couch cushion. I crawled towards her, looking at her bright, almost feverishly aroused eyes. I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. My sister blushed and bit her fingertips. She looked so sexy and innocent. I let my hands run on the inside of her thighs, slowly moving to where her legs came together. I kept crawling forward on my hands and knees.In a few seconds I was right in between Dana’s legs. I breathed in deeply, and I could smell my sister’s arousal. She had a beautiful aroma, so delicate and feminine. My mouth watered. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy lips were open. They were so tight and pink, I wanted to feel the silky skin. She was literally dripping wet, her cunt leaving little drops on the couch. Her clit was hard and almost vibrating with arousal. I moved my head closer.”Oh fuck Eliza, please lick my cunt, please I need it,” Dana said finally, overwhelmed by my slow, teasing pace. She bounced up at down as she begged, her tight little tits bouncing and her pussy dripping. I couldn’t make her, or me, wait any longer. I leaned forward and pressed my face into my sister’s cunt. “Oh Christ!” Dana moved and I felt her body get rigid. Her pussy lips were so soft and silky, my lips felt like they melted into them. I felt her hard, wet clit pressed against my nose, so I wiggled it and smiled when I heard my sister gasp. I opened my mouth and started to lap at my sister’s cunt. Her juices, and mine, were slathered all over her pussy lips. She tasted salty, thick, and heavenly. My tongue moved up and down her wet slit, poking inside of her body. I wanted to suck out all her juices, to taste every inch of her. I liked the way her thick honey felt on my tongue and on the insides of my cheek. I kept licking her, lapping at her, for a very long time. Just enjoying the flavor. I felt my own cunt getting wet again, I could feel my juices running down my leg.But I couldn’t stop there; I knew what my baby sister needed. I moved licked up to the very top of her pussy, finding hard little clit. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and flicked her clit once. Instantly my sister moaned and then her hands flew up and grabbed my head, pulling me in. I smiled, she was definitely ready to burst. I moved my lips over her clit, popping it into my mouth. It felt hard and smooth and tasted of her juices. I sucked on it slowly, letting my tongue swirl around on it. While I sucked on my sister’ clitoris, I moved my fingers up between her legs. Her pussy was still sopping wet, even wetter now that it was coated in my saliva. I could feel the heat of her cunt as my fingers brushed against it. I didn’t stop licking her as my fingers began to slowly push into her tight pussy. One finger at first, I felt her body squeeze me tight. She was so incredibly tight that at first I didn’t think I could fit another finger into her, but I carefully worked it in. I felt the ridges inside of her body and the soft, wet, pillowy inside of her pussy. I moved my tongue and my fingers in unison. I could hear my sister panting as I started to move faster and faster, but always with the same speed for my tongue and my fingers. Dana’s hands pulled hard on my hair and I heard her start to hold her breath. And for a brief second she was completely quiet and her body became completely stiff. “Oh God!” she suddenly sighed and then her whole body shook as she slowly relaxed. Her breath coming out in a hard, ragged moan. I tasted her cum, thicker and creamier than her earlier arousal, as it dripped from her cunt. I licked it up, savoring the flavor of my sister’s sexual essence. Then slowly, I moved back and sat down on the couch, my face glistening with my sister’s juices.For a moment, I just looked at Dana, she slid back down onto the couch, looking completely relaxed. Eventually her eyes open and she looked at me and giggled. I giggled back and then leaned over towards her. We kissed, this time less erotically, but perhaps more passionately. Our tongues dipped gently into each other’s mouths, my sister’s juices mixing on our lips. Finally, she broke the kiss.”That was amazing!” she said, “I’ve never done anything like that.””Well I wouldn’t think so, I am your only sister,” I said and she giggled conspiratorially. It was our little taboo together, or great big taboo together, and it felt great to share it.”I don’t just mean that, I mean I’ve never been with a girl before,” she explained.”Me neither,” I explained. She then gave me a strange little look, but didn’t say anything. I saw her appraising me. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer.”What!?” I asked, “What are you looking at?” She giggled again, but spoke back quickly.”Can I try something else I’ve never tried?” she asked.”What?””Just say I can, and I will show you,” she said, biting her lip and giving me a naughty look. I could hardly resist that. I bit my lit back.”Deal,” I said.”Get up on your hands and knees!” she said excitedly. I didn’t have any idea what she had in mind, but I’d promised. And I was so aroused at that point, I would have agreed to do anything she suggested. I quickly got up on my hands and knees on the couch, facing Dana.”Now what?” I asked. She didn’t say anything, she just got up from the couch and walked around so that she was behind me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as she climbed onto the couch behind me. She had a very serious look on her face. She leaned forward and put her palms flat on my ass, I felt the pressure as her fingers sunk into my flesh. For a few moments she just squeezed my ass and massaged my flesh. I moaned a little, it felt nice.”You know, I’d never thought of anything like this until I got casted in this play, now I am so curious,” she said. For a moment I didn’t know what she was talking about and then she leaned forward and simultaneously spread my ass cheeks apart. For a brief second I just felt her breath on my anus and then something more. A hot, wetness on my asshole and I realized she was licking it.”Holy fuck Dana,” I said, my knees feeling weak. Her tongue was delicate and hot against my asshole. No one had ever done that to me before. The feeling was intense. There are so many nerves there and Dana was so gentle. Her tongue lapped up and down on my anus, I felt her probe my little crinkled spot with her tongue. She sometimes made her tongue thick and flat and just lapped at it. Other times, she made it sort of rigid and poked at me. Whatever she did, it felt amazing. As she licked me I started to rub my breast with one of my hands, barely keeping balance. The sensation got more and more intense. I needed something more. She lapped slowly and lovingly for a long time. But I felt tension rising. Finally, I needed something more.”Oh baby, Dana, please honey, put something in my ass!” I begged. I’d never wanted this before in my life, even when guys I dated begged for it. Now I was begging, I needed something there, now.”What?” Dana asked, her tongue briefly moving from my ass. She buried her face back in it as she waited for the answer.”I don’t care, shove your fingers up my ass, God please hurry,” I begged, squeezing on my breasts hard. I felt my sister’s tongue move away from my asshole again and she positioned. I heard her lick one of her fingers and felt her place it against my asshole. Even as she just set her finger, she rolled over onto her back, her legs d****d over the side of the couch. Her face was now directly under my pussy and I squatted down onto her face, putting my pussy onto her mouth.I felt her tongue raking over my swollen clitoris and I squealed with delight. As she started to lick me, I looked underneath my body, and I could see the top of her head and her beautiful eyes, open and looking at my belly. She looked up at me and smiled around my pussy. Then she started to shove her finger into my asshole. She was gentle, but fast. I grunted a little as the pressure built and felt her finger slipping inside of me. Her mouth kept its constant pressure on my clit as her finger dipped, inch by inch into my asshole. I felt each knuckle pop into my ass and groaned each time, but in a way that let her know I wanted more. Finally, I felt her hand against my ass and I knew she was all the way in. She started to stroke her finger inside of my asshole to the same rhythm that she licked my cunt.I was too unbearably horny to stand this sort of thing for very long. Her speed built and I began to moan loudly. I just kept chanting my sister’s name, over and over again, in time with her movements. And as the pleasure of my second orgasm washed over me all I could think about was my sister and how much I loved her. The emotion I felt as I came added to the pure physical power of the orgasm and, as it subsided, I found that there were tears in my eyes.Dana slid out from underneath of me, her face wet. After I caught my breath I rolled over on my back and looked at my sister. She was sitting on the arm of the couch now, her finger in her mouth. She was sucking dutifully on the finger that had just moments before but crammed into my asshole. She was a dirty thing, I wondered where that would lead us in the future. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on top of me. She giggled and then plopped her finger into my mouth, I tasted her saliva and my ass and loved the complete sensation.”Tastes good huh?” she asked and I nodded. “I can’t believe this happened. Were you feeling this way the whole time?” She asked after she took one more lick of her finger.”Sort of,” I said, feeling sheepish suddenly.”Why didn’t you say something?””Why didn’t you? You always acted so professionally, I thought we were just acting,” I explained. And she snorted derisively.”Me? You’re the one who always talked in acting notes. And if you felt anything you could’ve responded to some of the stupid little hints I dropped, like laying in your lap while we watched movies or climbing into the shower with you. Heck, you almost caught me that one time when I was masturbating on the bed, I had to pretend I was sleeping. I wasn’t being real subtle.” She said and I started laughing. And she joined me. Maybe we were both better actresses than we thought, we’d both fooled each other. I leaned forward impulsively and kissed her passionately, but gently. We playfully giggled even while we kissed. After a long while our kiss broke, and we just lay on the couch holding each other, content. After a long while, she spoke again.”What does this mean?” she asked, “What happens next?” She asked and I had no idea. I had been wondering the same thing. It seemed we were always thinking the same thing at the same time.”I don’t know Dana,” I said, “I can’t tell you what will happen in the future. This certainly isn’t normal. But I don’t know if I want to stop. But I do know one thing.””What’s that?””Well until this play stops we don’t really have a choice. We have to keep doing this. I think we both want this play to have a nice long run, so let’s go to my bedroom and rehearse,” I said playfully and my sister giggled. Then we walked, hand and hand, as lovers to the bed.The End

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