Tom Brings A Plan

We didn't see Brad or Tom at all for the next two weeks and we wondered if they were mad at us. Then Tom rode his bike into the garage Tuesday morning while I was trying to get the lawnmower started. He leaned his bike against the wall and walked over with a small, cloth bag in his hand.

We talked about the heat and how much we both hated cutting grass. I said cutting grass was the only way I could earn money in the summer, and even that was difficult since we were out on the edge of town. "At least Tammy gets some babysitting jobs and they come and pick her up."

Tom picked a rusty bolt up off the floor and threw it out to the street. He said, "Boy, that was fun two weeks ago, wasn't it? Did Tammy say anything to you about it?" It was as if nothing had ever happened - just like old friends. Good.

"She's been wondering if you guys were mad at us for getting you in trouble with Brad's uncle, but she isn't mad." I asked him if he had seen Brad lately.

"That's funny. I haven't seen him since our trip to his uncle's cabin..." He looked at me and waited a minute. Then he laughed and said, "...until yesterday. He wondered how you guys were doing and if you wanted to go out with us again next weekend when your parents are gone. Aren't they gone the first weekend of every month?"

"Yes. I would like to. I don't know if Tammy wants to go back there again though. She was pretty scared for awhile. Worried about Mom seeing that videotape."

"Tell her not to worry about that, Mark, but let's talk to her now. Your Mom's car is gone or I wouldn't have stopped by so early in the morning."

"Tammy's not even up yet. She stayed up late watching TV and then slept on the couch. Mom and Joe didn't even take her up to bed. I'm supposed to wake her up at ten."

Neither of us had a watch on, but Tom said he thought it was about nine thirty now. We went in the house and there was Tammy, asleep on the couch in her short, pink tank top with cartoon characters and yellow, cotton panties. A bath towel was across her legs. She always used that for a blanket when she watched TV.

I pulled the towel off her and said, "It's time to get up, sleepyhead."

She sat up and stretched. "Oh, Hi, Tom. How are you doing?" She pulled the towel back across her lap.

"I'm doing pretty good, and I brought you a birthday present." He was smiling like he knew a secret.

"But it was my birthday two months ago, you goof ball." She jumped up and hit him on the arm, playfully, but hard.

She told us she had to pee before she could hear about some stupid birthday present. As she walked to the bathroom Tom said, "Your sister really is cute, Mark." I know he said this loud enough for her to overhear him.

A few minutes later she came back in, still wearing only her panties and short tank top which didn't even come down to her belly button. She stretched and sat down on the couch where she had been sleeping and pulled the towel back across her lap. "OK, Tom, what's this about a birthday present?"

He looked around as if he was checking to make sure nobody else was in the house, then whispered, "It's some money for your eighteenth birthday. It's really for both of you." The two twenty dollar bills made us sit up straight.

He handed one to each of us and said this was from a friend of Brad's uncle, and that since Tammy is eighteen now, he could arrange for us to put on our 'little show' and we would each make a hundred dollars in one night."

Tammy and I just looked at each other, not sure what to do. Tammy said, "We wouldn't want anybody to find out."

And I added, "We especially wouldn't want anybody to see us who knows us."

I sat down next to Tammy on the couch and we both looked at Tom.

Tom reached back in his bag again and pulled out the little digital camera and said, "So, Brad's uncle told him you could pretend you're just going to the lake with us and instead we would meet a person somewhere and he would take us to a different house where you would put on your act for about four or five adults. They will all think you are both over eighteen, and just acting like you're younger."

We couldn't say anything and just looked at him, wanting more details.

He continued, "So, I need to get your measurements so they can get some clothes for you. You know - for your different acts. And after I get your measurements I'm supposed to get pictures of you and at least one picture of Tammy sucking you, Mark."

"But," I said, "Brad got all those pictures a couple weeks ago. Didn't he save any of them?"

Tom looked sad, but was still smiling. "No, he was so scared that he erased all of them. His uncle loaned this camera to Brad, who loaned it to me. He told Brad that these pictures today would also be a token of our agreement. Then he would make sure you each could get the hundred dollars next weekend. Maybe even lots more if you put on a good show and prove that you're not shy."

Tammy said, "Pictures? What king of pictures, Tom."

"I'm supposed to take different pictures. I need to get at least three or four of each of you, dressed and naked, and even some pictures of you sucking Mark."

Tammy giggled. I laughed, too, but felt myself blush. We looked at each other and started talking about what to do.

She said, "A hundred dollars is like babysitting every night for three or four weeks almost. And we could earn that in just one night? Wow! Are you sure nobody else will see these pictures?"

Tom tried to reassure us. "Nobody else will see the pictures except for the grown-ups who pay to watch you undress each other. And nobody around here will be there, you can be sure of that. We'll be driving about two or three hours away from here. I don't even know where they're taking you. This has to be our secret.

That made me think of more questions. "Where are we going? And who is going to be watching us?"

"I don't know, Mark. I'm jealous and wish I could go with you. It sounds like fun. Brad said his uncle told him that the grown-ups don't want us to know who they are either, but they might pay to watch your act if he has a picture to show them."

Tammy was running her right finger back and forth under the elastic waistband of her panties while she thought this over. She said, "So we can each get a hundred dollars for undressing and playing around while some grown-ups watch us? And if we want to tell Brad's uncle that we agree with his friend's plan we just need to let you take some pictures of us? Is that all? It sounds too easy."

"How soon is your Mom getting home?" Tom asked.

I looked over at the clock. She never got back home before four o'clock on Tuesdays, so I said, "Not for at least six or seven hours, I guess. What do we have to do?"

Tom thought for a minute and noticed that Tammy was still running a finger nervously back and forth under the elastic top of her panties.

When she noticed that we were looking at her finger, she stopped and giggled. "I guess I'm excited." She said. "What do you think we should do, Mark?"

"I'm not sure, but I think we could let Tom take some pictures." Then I said to Tom, "What if we change our minds, will we get the pictures back or do you promise to erase them?"

"Oh, I forgot. I was supposed to tell you that. You can think it over till Friday. Brad told him you would be eighteen on Thursday. They want me to take the pictures to prove that you're thinking it over. He said you might get lots more that a hundred dollars each if you put on a good show and maybe let some of the audience touch you."

Tammy and I looked at each other again. Finally Tammy said, "I guess we could do that. Don't you think, Mark? We could at least let him take some pictures of us."

"OK."

Tom said, "Good. Let me get one of you two sitting there on the couch, and then we can go upstairs and I'll get some of Tammy taking a bath and getting dressed. Things like that."

I looked at Tom and then at Tammy and asked, "And you need a picture of her sucking on me?" I wanted her to hear him say that again.

He said, "Yep." and Tammy and I started laughing.

She punched me on the arm and said, "OK, but only for the picture."

Tom took a picture of us sitting there, and then a couple more of us kissing again, sitting on the couch.

We ran upstairs and turned on the bath faucet.

It was fun getting undressed to take another bath together. I never told anybody that we did it four times since our night at the lake. We took baths together when everybody was gone. He took pictures of us undressing each other. Tom was laughing with us.

Tammy thought it was so funny that they really thought she was eighteen and that I was nineteen. I couldn't believe it either. This was pretty cool, especially since nobody would ever find out who we were.

We washed each other and then dried off. Before Tammy got dressed, Tom told her to get on her hands and knees with her knees wide apart. "Now get on your elbows and knees, Tammy, and look back at me. Good." He took another rearview picture of her fanny.

He said he had to take some pictures of my fanny, too, and Tammy thought that was funny, while I posed on my knees and elbows just like she had.

I was glad that she would have to suck on me later. She didn't like to do it ever since she my tasted cum up at the lake. She said it tasted worse than beer.

Tom told her to keep sucking it and then pretend she was opening her mouth with my thing resting on the tip of her tongue with her mouth wide open, as if she wanted me to squirt into her mouth like that picture we saw in the magazine. She did it a few times, kneeling in front of me, and said, "Hey, I think you guys are trying to trick me." We laughed, but I did feel like I would cum if she kept practicing.

To my surprise, Tom pulled another twenty out of his back pocket and said, "Brad said that his uncle's friend said that if you did let me take the pictures to give you guys another twenty dollars each, and one for me, if I took a picture of Mark squirting into Tammy's open mouth. So each of us will get another twenty if you do it, Tammy. Please. It would help all of us. You could drink some pop later to get rid of the taste."

She still wasn't sure though, and then I told her I would split my extra twenty dollars with her. Then Tom said the same thing. He said that at least that way he would get an extra ten dollars, but if she didn't do it, none of us would get any extra money.

"Well, OK. But you have to promise not to tell anybody. And you'll each give me ten more dollars? OK, then. I'll do it."

Tom waited for me to say I was ready. We practiced a couple times for the real thing. When Tom said, "practice" I backed up a little bit and she opened her mouth like she was waiting for it, holding the end of my thing on her tongue with her hand.

Tom said, "You're doing great, Tammy. Be sure to let all of it squirt into your mouth before you close it. Hold your mouth open until he's all done squirting. Then suck on it one more time before you go spit it out. OK?"

She knelt back on her heels and said, "Well, I'll try to." She looked determined.

He said, "You can swallow if you want, but you don't have to. It won't hurt you if you do swallow some."

We practiced several more times, but each time I was about ready to shoot, Tom called another "practice open" and she stopped a minute with her mouth open. Then she started again. He coached her on sliding up and down on it, squeezing with her lips. It felt great, but I wanted to go ahead and cum.

When the real thing happened, she opened her mouth wide on queue, holding the end of my thing down against her tongue. Tom got some pictures of me squirting into her mouth. Lots of it came out and she kept her mouth open. Tom told her to suck in a minute longer then she could go spit it out.

He had her open her mouth to show how much of my cum she had left, but it was all gone.

She ran over and spit some of it out in the toilet but said she must have swallowed most of it. She hurried downstairs to get a pop out of the refrigerator.

I was dressed when she came back up. "I guess it wasn't that bad. Don't forget you each owe me ten dollars when we get the money from Brad's uncle."

Tom said, "Hey, do I get a turn?"

My sister asked, "What do you mean?"

"You know. Like you suck me for a little while. I helped set this up for you."

"No." She said calmly. "I want to get dressed."

"Couldn't you do it a little bit first, and then get dressed? Please."

"I don't want to taste anymore of that stuff."

I was watching them discussing what they were going to do with half-hearted interest since I had already cum.

Tom started taking his pants off and then, like I expected, Tammy got interested in looking at him. He let her look and said, "Please, Tammy. You got me so excited. Look. Just suck on it for a little while."

"How do I know you won't squirt your stuff on me? Will you let me look at it for a little bit?" She as bent over to get a close look.

"OK. Just look at it for a minute. You can touch it. If I think I'm going to squirt I'll tell you."

Tammy knelt down and was touching it. "I don't want to taste any more of that stuff today, Tom. Maybe I could let you rub it between my legs instead. Would that be OK?"

Tom thought a minute. "Or if you just stand up and let me touch you all over, then just suck it for a couple minutes, and then I'll rub it between your legs. Do you have some panties to put on?"

"Then that stuff would get all over my panties like when Mark did it at the cabin. It would be easier to wash off my bare skin I think. Just don't try to push it in me. That hurts." She was standing with her arms out to her sides and Tom started kissing and feeling her all over. He sucked on her titties and jiggled them around with his hands while he stood up against her back rubbing his thing on her fanny. I was starting to get stiff again watching them.

She wanted to suck it and get it over with, but Tom asked her to bend over and pull her fanny cheeks apart so he could look at her. Tammy was reluctant to do that until Tom reminded us that we might have to do things like that during our show next weekend. Then she bent way down with her feet apart and pulled her fanny open with both hands. She giggled self-consciously as Tom looked at her spread-open bottom.

It startled her when he touched her anus and she stood up, almost jumping away from his finger.

"But Tammy, some of your audience might want to put a finger in you and you don't want to jump like that. You have to learn to stand still. Doesn't she, Mark?"

"He's right, Tammy. We don't want to get fired from our show. I'll get the Vaseline from the medicine cabinet. If we put our fingers in, then you won't be so jumpy next weekend if somebody wants to do that to you."

Then I thought of something else, "Tom, nobody is going to put his dick in her are they? I mean, they shouldn't do that. It's one thing to do a show and let them watch us, but I don't want anybody to hurt her."

Tom said, "Brad said his uncle told him they wouldn't be allowed to fuck her, but they would be allowed to finger us after the show for a little more money."

"Us?" I exclaimed. "Us? But I'm a boy."

Tom said, "I don't know what he meant exactly, but maybe there will be women in the audience. I don't know. But Brad's uncle told him that if you put on a good show, he could get you more performances. So I think it's a good idea for me to finger Tammy so she is not so jumpy if somebody did want to put a finger in her bottom."

Tammy was still standing up when I came back with the jar of Vaseline. She laughed and said, "I'll let you put a finger in me if I get to put a finger in you, Mark. Cause you never know." She giggled again and said, "Pull down your pants and bend over, Mark."

She had a point. Why should she have to do something that I didn't have to do? I thought a minute.

Tom said, "She's right, Mark. Brad's uncle said you would both have to follow directions. Nobody will hurt you, but you might each be asked to do some funny things. He said you would get better tips if you do whatever they ask. Not only tips, but you'll get to do more shows, too."

I thought another minute.

Tom seemed in a hurry. "Come on, Mark. It will only take a minute, and then we'll get to finger your sister." He chuckled, "I want to rub my thing between her legs before your Mom gets home."

"OK." I unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor and pulled my underwear down to my knees and turned around and bent over for Tammy.

She used her newfound power, "All the way off, Mark. Come on. Pretend I'm a customer."

I took them the rest of the way off and bent over again.

She said, "Now put your hands on your butt and pull it open for me. That's what you told me to do, remember?"

I pulled myself open and she put Vaseline on her finger and then on my anus. Then she pushed her finger in while she giggled. She pulled it out and I started to stand up, but she said she didn't put it all the way in yet and she wanted to do it a couple more times. "Since you got to finger me so much then I get to do it to you more."

I was quiet while she did this. It felt strange but it didn't hurt. She put some more Vaseline in me and kept pushing her finger in. I didn't say anything but pulled myself open wider for her. When I pulled open wider she could slide it in easier. And farther. Tom took some pictures.

She stopped and I stood up. We all noticed my thing was completely stiff again and laughed.

"OK." I said, "Your turn now, Tammy. I let you do it to me, so you have to let us do it to you."

"In a minute, but I have to suck on Tom first." She faced him and knelt down. As he put his thing by her face she asked, "Are you sure we're going to get all that money?"

"You will if you can both follow directions. That's what Brad's uncle said."

She kissed the sides of his dick and moved it around with her fingers. She seemed to enjoy playing with guys' things.

When she started sucking, Tom winked at me. He said, "She really does seem older, Mark. I think this would fool those people into thinking she is eighteen."

She stopped and said she was going to let us finger her now. She got on her hands and knees with her knees apart. We took turns fingering her, starting with her pussy while she got in different positions for Tom's picutres. Our dry fingers could slide right in because she was wet inside, but we still had to start slow until our fingers got real wet.

"Let's try her butt now," said Tom.

"OK. Let me put some Vaseline on my finger." I went first, after putting a little dab on the outside of her hole. My finger started to slide in and it took some force because it was so tight. I put more stuff on my finger and went in a little farther. On the fourth try I slid all the way in. Her anus was tighter than her pussy. I told her to pull it open while I pushed in. I think this made it easier for Tom to get some close-ups. I let Tom do it and then we started taking turns. As her anus got more Vaseline in it our fingers started to slide in faster.

"You do the pussy and I'll do the butt." Said Tom, and we both were sliding in and out at the same time.

Suddenly Tom said, "I want to rub my thing between her legs now." He surprised me by suggesting I take my clothes back to my room and get dressed. I figured he just wanted some privacy, but I felt like I should stick around.

I said, "Why don't we all go in Tammy's bedroom and we can put a towel on her bed."

"OK." said Tom. The three of us went over to her bedroom and I straightened up her bed real quick and laid the towel on top. Tammy was being strangely quiet as she got on her bed and laid down on her tummy.

"Your panties. Don't forget your panties, Tammy." I picked some dirty ones up off the floor and handed them to her. Tom looked disappointed but his thing was still hard and pointing straight out.

Tammy put on the panties without a word and laid on the towel. Tom rubbed Vaseline between her legs. He said that would make it feel slippery so she could keep her legs together real tight while he rubbed his dick between them. She didn't object while he slicked up her thighs.

Then he started humping the backs of her legs and I was glad I reminded her to wear panties because it looked like he was pressing into her.

Tom came a minute later. We were all quiet while he got up and got dressed.

He said goodbye and asked what time he should pick us up Friday.

"Friday?" I asked. "I thought our show was Saturday night."

Tammy was watching us, but not saying anything.

Tom said, "Friday night is a practice with just a few people, and then Saturday is the real show."

"Will we get more than a hundred dollars for the weekend, Tom?" I was really curious. We could make a lot of money.

"I'm not sure. It depends how many people show up for each of your sessions. They just want to watch you have fun. You might each make two hundred dollars. Maybe even more. I'm jealous, Mark. I wish I had a pretty little sister." He left with the camera.

Taking A Bath

After he was gone, I told Tammy to lie still and I would go get a warm washcloth and wash her off.

She hadn't moved when I got back to her room. I washed off her legs and noticed the panties were pushed into her pussy about an inch, and there was lots of cum all over her panties and thighs and some on the towel. I cleaned her off and took off her panties then wiped off her pussy and fanny again.

I picked up her hand and said, "Come on, Sis, I'm going to give you another bath."

As I led her to the bathroom, she asked me if I thought this was a good idea.

"What Tom said is true, Tammy. I'm lucky to have such a pretty little sister. We can have fun and both make some money."

She brightened up and we started talking about some of the things we could do without Mom finding out about the money. I gave her another bath and scrubbed all the Vaseline off her legs and butt, and then washed her panties in the sink. I put her to bed and ran down to start the lawnmower.

We smiled and waved at each other when she came out later to hang up some laundry on the clothesline.

We talked about it everyday when we had time alone. We wondered how we could fool all those people, and if we really would make that much money in one weekend.

Heading Out To Put On Our Show

Friday afternoon I was out on my bike when Mom and Joe left. I waved good-bye and rode straight home. We didn't even have time to take a bath or get our stuff ready before Brad and Tom drove up.

We got in and drove off - quieter than three weeks ago. There wasn't any of that horsing around. It almost seemed like we were discussing business, and Tammy and I were the business.

She said, "What about a bath? I'm all dirty and so is Mark. Are you sure we weren't supposed to bring any extra clothes?" She was full of questions.

Brad seemed to be concentrating on where he was going, but he tried to answer her questions. "A lady is going to clean you both up and dress you for the first role."

We thought a minute and Tammy asked, "What do you mean? Like in a movie kind of role?"

"Sort of like that, Tammy. You will have different costumes, the way I understand it. And then they will dress you differently depending on what kinds of things you will be pretending."

Brad laughed, "And I can't believe they really think you're eighteen. But for some of the roles they want you to pretend you're only twelve or thirteen. It sounds like fun to me. I wish I could go with you."

"But what will we do? Who is going to watch us? Are you sure you can't come with us? Will they have pizza?"

He laughed again. Tammy and I were both in the back seat and looked at each other.

"What's so funny?" I asked with a laugh of my own.

He said, "Don't worry about anything, Tammy. They will have clothes and food for you and they'll tell you what to do. Just do whatever they say and you guys'll make some good money this weekend. That's for sure."

Tom added, "Brad's uncle also promised that nobody would try to fuck you, Tammy, unless you really want to. It's your choice. They aren't expecting you to."

Brad interrupted and said, "They told me to tell you to keep pretending you're both twelve years old when you meet them and try to act like you're really curious and eager to learn things and show off."

I think we were both relieved to hear that. Brad chuckled again and said, "That shouldn't be too hard for you guys; acting like you're curious and eager to learn things and show off."

We all laughed.

About an hour later Brad pulled off the road near an older, silver Lincoln. He went up and talked to the driver. Tammy and I were both so excited we could hardly sit still.

Brad came back and told us to go get in the car and he would meet us Sunday morning. He told us to have fun.

The air conditioning must have been on high, because when I opened the big back door a wave of cool air hit us, as did the classical music. What a change from Brad's car with his windows open and a rock station blaring.

Leather seats felt cold on the backs of our legs. Two women were in the front seat and turned to talk to us. They were both well dressed and looked like they were about thirty or forty. I couldn't tell. The driver had dark hair and the other lady had blond hair, but I bet it was gray underneath because there were wrinkles around her eyes and next to her nose that folded even deeper when she smiled, and she smiled a lot. It was hard to see them very good over the back of the front seat, but the dark haired lady who was driving introduced herself as Brittany and the younger, blond lady said her name was Dana. Dana kept smiling all the time and kept turning around to look at us while she told us about our acting assignments. That's what she called it, "acting assignments."

"We heard that you two are very good at acting and that will be great, because tonight's first acting assignment, after our reception party that is, will be to pretend you're both much younger than you are. We want you to use your real names tonight, but everybody will think they are just your stage names. First names only of course."

She told Tammy that she was supposed to act like a twelve-year old and I was supposed to pretend I was fourteen. "And we will have a variety of scenes for you to act out for us. This is like a screen test for you."

We had been quiet so far, but Tammy couldn't contain her questions, "How many people will be there, and will we have to undress in front of them?"

I thought she was being rude for interrupting Dana, so I punched her arm and gave her the 'Be quiet!' look.

Dana must have thought that was funny because she laughed and said, "It's OK to ask questions. We're going to train you before the show. We'll be giving you baths and fixing your hair and make-up for tonight's performances. And of course you will have to take your clothes off in front of everybody. That doesn't bother you does it?"

We shook our heads.

"Good." She smiled. "You are so pretty, Tammy. And you, Mark. A very handsome young man. I wish you were in one of my college classes!"

Our smiles made her smile again.

Brittany kept looking at the road, but she said, "Dana, we'll be there in about an hour. Maybe you should make sure they can follow directions and that they aren't too shy for this assignment. I'm wondering if they lied about their age. If they are really over eighteen they wouldn't balk so much at undressing. Actors and actresses have to undress all the time in front of people and cameras. Just look at television."

"OK, you're right, Brittany. Tammy and Mark, give me your shoes and socks. Quick, quick!" And she snapped her fingers. She was still smiling, but I wanted to do the acting assignment. Tammy had both of her shoes off before I could get the knot untied on my right one. Tammy helped me untie it. After she took our shoes and socks, she told us to take off our shorts and underwear and hand them to her.

This time I took mine off first and handed them up front. Tammy was stalling, so I helped her. We both sat back with our hands in our laps.

Dana smiled again and said, "Now I want to look at each of you for a moment, and we need to make sure you're not too shy to do this acting assignment. Mark, you're older. You can show your little sister how to follow orders."

She said it like a question, so I said, "Yes, Mam."

"Scoot to the edge of the seat and pull your shirt up. Now lay back and spread your knees apart so I can see you."

I hesitated a moment and then did what she said real fast. I wanted to be a good example for Tammy. My thing was soft because I was so nervous.

It started to get bigger as Dana stared at it. She said, "Does it get bigger, Tammy?"

She said, "Yes. It get's lots bigger. And real hard, too. See?" It started to grow as they looked at it. "I told you. Isn't that cool?"

"Hmm. It is getting bigger. You are such a handsome, strong, young man, Mark. You will drive women crazy with that. I want to touch it. May I?"

"Yes, Mam."

She reached her arm over the seat and moved it back and forth with her fingers. "It's getting hard now. Brittany, Mark is so handsome and strong, and his cock is getting very stiff." As she talked it swelled and pointed straight out, the tip lifting off my tummy. It felt good the way she touched it.

Brittany looked back for a second. "Do you like to touch it, Tammy?"

"Yes. I like to flip it. It's funny the way it bounces around." She giggled.

Dana laughed, too. "I bet it is." She let go, but it stayed pointing into the air.

I said, "Tammy likes to flip it and watch it spring back and forth."

Dana said, "Show me how you flip it, Tammy."

Tammy started pulling it to one side with two fingers. She let it go and it sprang back to the middle. "Isn't that cool?" she said.

Dana told her she would get a chance to play with it tonight and tomorrow night. "You might even get to play with some other ones, if you're good at following directions. You two will get some nice tips tonight besides just the hundred dollars per night each."

"What do you mean, tips?" Tammy asked while she was still flipping it to the side.

Brittany answered. "It means when you do something special that some of the people in your audience ask you to do, you might get extra money besides the hundred dollars for each of you for both nights."

"Cool!" Tammy said.

Brittany asked Tammy what kinds of things we were planning to do for our show tonight besides flipping it.

"Well, were going to take turns undressing each other and dancing around. We practiced kissing, too. And Tom said we'll get to wear some costumes and pretend to do things while we undress."

Tammy stopped talking and Dana said to keep going and tell them some of the exciting parts of the show.

"Well, this sounds yukky, but I'm going to kiss his thing and suck on it to try to make the yukky stuff come out of it. And we're going to take turns putting our fingers in each other's bottoms. You mean stuff like that?"

"Yes, Dear." Brittany said with a little chuckle. "You're doing fine. What else?"

Tammy continued, "Umm. Tom said we might have to let some of the people in the audience put their fingers in our bottoms, too. I guess that's OK. It didn't hurt when Mark and Tom put their fingers in my bottom, and Mark and I even practiced it some more. I don't like to taste the yukky stuff, but it's not too bad if I drink some pop right away. Will we get some pop to drink?"

Brittany chuckled again and said, "Of course, Dear. You'll get plenty of pop after swallowing that yukky stuff." Then she told Tammy to show her how she sucked on it.

Tammy started right away. She just leaned over and started sucking on it.

Dana said it looked like she was doing such a good job and she wondered if we had been practicing.

Since Tammy couldn't talk, I said, "Yes. After Tom took her picture doing that we practiced a couple more times but we didn't practice yesterday because Tom said I was supposed to save up."

Dana said that her practice must be paying off because she looked like she was doing a real good job. She told Tammy to let go of it and asked me to sit back on the seat. She turned and started talking to Brittany.

Brittany told Tammy to scoot forward and open her legs the way I did. "I want to see if you can follow directions as good as your big brother."

She got in the same position as fast as you could snap your fingers. Brittany pulled to car over to the side of the road and turned to look. She asked me if I wanted to drive for a while, since we still had a ways to go.

Tammy giggled.

I said, "No, I'm not supposed to drive other people's cars. And besides I forgot to bring my driver's license."

Tammy gave me a puzzled look, and then lifted her eyebrows and nodded to me. She said, "Yes. We're not supposed to drive other people's cars."

Brittany chuckled again and reached her arm over the seat to stroke Tammy's thighs. "You have beautiful skin, Tammy. You'll be such an excellent model. Beautiful."

Dana said, "We need to get going in a minute." She said to Brittany. "But first I want to give them some directions while we're stopped." They were both kneeling on the front seat, looking back at us.

"Ready?" She asked us.

"Yes, Mam." I said. Tammy nodded and held still while Brittany ran a fingernail up and across the top of her pussy, twirling Tammy's solitary curl around her fingernail.

Dana said, "Quick. Both of you. On your tummies and legs straight, like you're standing, facing out the back window. Put your heads down on the seat. Spread your feet apart."

Tammy and I did it as fast as we could and there we were with our legs crossed and our heads on the back seat.

"Now pull your fannies open."

We did that real fast, too.

The women stopped talking and ran their fingers up and down the backs of our legs and felt our fannies and reached under to feel our tummies. They felt us for a minute. I liked it when they tickled my balls and felt my thing, flipping it the way Tammy showed them.

"Very good." Dana told us. "You can sit down now." She gave us a big towel to sit on and a small blanket to put over our laps as we drove away. "I don't want any truckers looking in our windows on the highway."

Brittany said, "You kids just relax now. Put these shirts on, then you can lay down if you want." She handed each of us a short, black tank top T-shirt after we took our shirts off.

We tried to lie on the seat, but it wasn't comfortable so Tammy put her head on my lap while I sat against the door. She could have fallen asleep, but I think we were both too excited. Dana said we should close our eyes and keep them closed.

Maybe I dozed off, but I don't think so. Anyway, I remember sitting up with a start as the car slowed down and turned. I opened my eyes and Dana reminded me to keep my eyes closed.

A little while later the car bounced like it went over a bump and then it got darker in the car. She said we could open our eyes now. Tammy sat up. We were in a garage.

The Show Begins

Dana gave us our shoes. We put them on while they got out of the car and opened the door next to me.

"What about our pants?" I asked, staying on my seat.

"You don't need your pants. It's time for you baths and we'll get you dressed in a minute. There are only a few people here now. Just act..." (she emphasized the word 'act') "...like you are backstage between costumes. It might help you be more relaxed later tonight if a few people already know who the actors are. If they want to touch you, just remind them that the show doesn't start until tonight. Nobody is supposed to touch you besides Brittany and me until later. Then lots of people will want to touch you, especially if they think you are cute."

She was giving us more directions as we walked in through the door inside the garage. She mainly told us to pretend it was normal to be walking around without pants on. The kitchen was the biggest kitchen I had ever seen and it looked pretty fancy. I was relieved that nobody was in there, even though the water was running in the sink and there were dishes with food sitting out. Even though we were just acting, I still felt funny with only the short, black tank top and my shoes on.

As we walked into the hall to head upstairs for our bath, a man called from another room, "Is that you Brittany?"

She whispered to us, "Remember, act like everything is OK, even though you don't have pants on. This is kind of a test to see if you can act like you're not nervous."

Then she called out, "Yes. I'm back with our young actor and actress. They will be very good performers." She lowered her voice as two men walked into the high-ceilinged hall, and asked them. "Who else is here already? I saw two other cars."

"The caterer and one of the guests. That's all." Then the older man in the tan suit said, "Welcome to my home. You must be Mark and Tammy. You are both beautiful." He looked at us for a moment, but didn't comment on our lack of pants. For some reason, as he smiled and looked at us, my thing started to get stiff because they were all standing there looking at it. I tried bravely to pretend everything was OK, but turned slightly away from them. That's when Tammy noticed I was getting stiff and she put her hand over her mouth and burst into a fit of giggles.

Brittany said, "They will be excellent, don't you think? They are so poised and mature, and of course they know that actors and actresses have to follow directions even if it is embarrassing at times."

"Yes, indeed. They are both beautiful and will be excellent. I see Mark is a very mature, young man."

"Not only is he handsome, he is very good at following directions. And so is his sister." Said Dana.

"Excellent." He said. "I'm David and this is Mr. Gregory, our photographer."

Mr. Gregory was very tall and thin, in kakhi colored safari pants with lots of full pockets, and brown loafers without socks. His blue, knit sport shirt had a fancy, embroidered "G" on the left breast pocket. As David introduced us, he pulled a small camera out of a leg pocket and took a couple pictures of us. I turned my body away from the camera but kept my face towards him and smiled.

He smiled, too, and had us stand next to each other on the bottom step, holding hands. He said to face him and smile. I was trying to smile, and was glad my thing was mostly relaxed again.

Dana was telling David that Tammy liked to flip my thing back and forth and that maybe it would make a cute picture. I turned red when I heard her telling the men about that.

Mr. Gregory knelt down a few feet from the steps and told Tammy to show him what Dana was talking about. Tammy giggled again and sat on the second step while I was standing on the bottom step. She started flipping it back and forth. I was embarrassed because it started to get stiff again. They asked Tammy to tell them about some of the games we like to play while she was flipping it.

She giggled and said, "I like to watch it change like this when I flip it. It gets so big and hard like the end of it is going to burst off!"

Mr. Gregory asked her, "Do you ever kiss it, Tammy, while you're flipping it?"

We both blushed when he said that. She said, "Yes. Sometimes. But I have to be careful because sometimes this yukky stuff comes out of it."

"Yukky stuff?" asked David. "What do you mean?"

"It's white, and kind of creamy, and it's sticky, and it tastes awful. Yuk. I don't like it." She continued to flip it, and added, "And it squirts."

David said, "That's about enough flipping for now, Tammy. Good job, Mark. You two need to save your energy. I'm sure you can each earn lots of tips this weekend. Just keep pretending you're under eighteen and try to fool the other guests when you come back downstairs later. Brittany and Dana will give you more instructions while they bathe and dress you."

Then he turned to the photographer. "Mr. Gregory, do you think they will be good models and actors for our session this evening?"

"Yes, Sir. They are excellent. I would like to get a few more shots before they are cleaned up and get their make-up."

Dana said, "We have time for a couple more poses, don't we Mark and Tammy?" She smiled at us. "You're doing so good. We won't see these people again for about two hours. Want to try a couple more poses?"

"OK." We both said at once.

They all laughed. Mr. Gregory went in the other room to get something and David told us again that we were doing good at following directions. "Just sit on the steps a minute. He'll be right back." Mr. Gregory came back in with a video camera on a tripod and set it up about six feet from us. It was only about two feet off the floor. The red light blinked while we talked and did stuff on the steps.

Tammy sat between my knees on the step in front of me and we all talked. They mostly asked us questions about each other.

David asked me if Tammy could put things in her pussy and I told him my finger goes in pretty easy, and she can put a pencil in, but she puts the eraser part in first. And it goes in most of the way, even a brand new pencil."

"Did you ever put your penis in her pussy, Mark?"

"No." Tammy looked around at me and nudged my leg with her elbow. So I had to tell the truth. "Well I did put the front part of it in when we were playing 'hide-the-tip' and she could slide down it about half way."

"Did that feel good, Mark?"

"Yes, sir. But it was so tight it wouldn't fit in much farther even though she was real slippery inside."

Then David asked Tammy if it hurt when we played "hide-the-tip." She said it did at first, but it got easier when she was sliding up and down, but it was too big to go all the way in."

David told Tammy to open and close her legs while she talked to him and he told me to reach under her arms and feel her boobies. He told us we might get to play 'hide-the-tip' again tonight.

"How far does Mark's stuff shoot out, Tammy?"

She thought for a minute and I think she was having trouble concentrating because I was feeling her and my thing was sticking against her back, and she was opening and closing her knees right in front of the cameraman. Then she said, "I'm not sure, really, because it squirted into my mouth. It feels like a squirt gun, though, and it squirts lots of times and then some more just dribbles out.

"Did you spit it out?"

"I was going to but Tom told me to suck it again before I went over to spit in the toilet, but then when I got to the toilet there wasn't hardly any left in my mouth. I must have swallowed it. And it did taste yukky. And the other times we practiced the same thing happened."

"Did it make you sick?"

"No. I just drank some pop and then I couldn't taste it anymore."

"They say, Tammy, that it only tastes bad the first time and then it's not such a surprise anymore. Lots of girls get used to it. Do you think you could taste Mark again tonight if we give you some extra money and some pop?"

"Oh sure. It wasn't that bad. See, I don't like fancy mustard on my hotdogs either, but I've had it and then just drank some pop. And we practiced a couple times at home since Tom told me to do it. I'm more used to it, but I still don't like it."

David looked at Mr. Gregory who was sitting on the floor about four feet in front of us. He asked the photographer what he wanted us to do, because we had to go take our baths and get our make-up on and get into our first costumes for the evening. David looked at my face and chuckled. "It's OK, Mark. Actors wear make-up, too, not just actresses."

Mr. Gregory told Tammy to lean back and then spread her knees apart as far as she could. After she did that he told us to stand up beside each other facing him. I was glad my thing was soft again so it wasn't so embarrassing. But then he wanted us to pretend we were doing the twist while we were standing on the bottom step.

My thing started getting hard because I felt like they were all watching it swing back and forth. Tammy saw it get stiff again and she got the giggles while she danced.

The grown-ups didn't seem to mind her giggling because they laughed, too.

Next we had to turn around and face upstairs and keep doing the twist. That was so funny we were all laughing again, even David.

Mr. Gregory told us to stand beside each other so our sides were touching and then bend down and put our hands on the steps. He took a picture of our fannies.

"Now see if you can put your feet apart and then touch you head on one of the steps."

We leaned forward and put our heads on a carpeted step a few steps above our feet while he took some more pictures of us.

"Put your hands on your butts and pull your cheeks open for me. That's it." We held our fannies open while he took some pictures.

Then David said, "Wider!" so I pulled my fanny so far open that I could feel it stretching.

"Hold it." Mr. Gregory said as he took a couple more pictures.

"OK." He said. "I guess that's about it."

But then David said, "How about a couple of them kissing, and I would like to see Tammy show us how she sucks him so that it doesn't squirt all over her.

So we kissed for a little while. I think they liked that, and then Tammy demonstrated how she would suck me and then lean back when I said "ready."

She leaned back, and said, "When he says he's ready I like back up a little bit and stick out my tongue like this." She showed them. "And then I hold his thing down on my tongue like Tom told me, because if I let go it like aims up in the air. And then when he's done squirting I have to suck it again, but just for a minute. I tried not to swallow his stuff, but I did anyway. Most of it at least." Then she demonstrated again and showed what happens if she lets go. "It springs up and points at my forehead." she said, as it was springing up.

Dana said it was time to end the modeling and go get our baths now. On the way upstairs I heard Mr. Gregory telling David that he loved Tammy's voice, too, and that it should be classic material. My voice cracks sometimes when I'm talking and it's kind of embarrassing.

The women gave us baths and washed our hair, even using curling irons on both of us. They kept telling us what to do and say, depending what our audience asked us. It would be especially fun at first because the other guests would think we were guests, too. They wouldn't know that we were going to be the actors in the show. I was worried about having blush on my cheeks and lipstick, even though it was pretty light colored. It made my lips look pink and wet. When she put a little eyebrow pencil through my eyebrows I asked if it would look too funny for a boy to have on make-up.

Brittany said nobody would notice.

I couldn't get over how cute Tammy looked with her hair curled and lipstick and eye shadow. She had a little bit of reddish blush on her cheeks, too. Red fingernail and toenail polish made her hands look grown-up. Her black panties were so sheer I could see right through them. It looked funny because of her white tummy and breasts. She didn't have to wear a bra, but she got to wear something called a garter belt with straps on it to hold up the sheer black hose that came almost to her panties, but not quite. Dana said they are called thigh-highs, and that makes sense.

Her dress was a short, black satin, spaghetti-strap dress with a sheer overlay. I was learning what that fancy dress-up stuff was called. They gave her a pair of high-heeled shoes and she practiced walking while the ladies got me dressed. Tammy was as tall as me now.

"I'm five feet tall, Mark. Taller than you."

Dana laughed and said we were the same height at five feet even. "And it's a perfect height for the two of you."

Tammy would have to remember to stand perfectly straight though, because if she bent over even a little bit I could see her legs above the hose and even her panties. But she sure was pretty. She had on a black satin choker necklace with a pendant in the front. I thought the white tan lines from her one-piece swimming suit would look funny, but Dana said she was lovely and nobody would notice her tan lines. Dana said Tammy's breasts were so firm that she didn't need a bra. I could see the little bumps her nipples made in the satin dress, but I guess it was OK.

They didn't let us look in the mirror but I told Tammy how pretty she looked, and she said I looked handsome, except my hair was so curly. She laughed at that.

It felt good to have somebody else fix my hair, too, and then get me dressed. They gave me some underwear that looked like girls. There was just a strap up the back if you know what I mean and a little sheer pouch for my private parts. Then I put on black pants and a white shirt with ruffles in the front like a tuxedo shirt in a wedding.

We could hear the doorbell every so often and we heard people milling around downstairs. Dana and Brittany could tell we were nervous and told us to relax and that we would do fine. They kept telling us what a great job we did at following directions and that David was very impressed with our acting. They told us that only the people who were here would get copies of pictures or videos.

Tammy asked how many people would be in our audience and Dana said around six to ten probably, but it might be more since David and his friends showed some of the pictures Tom took to some of their friends.

When we heard that, Tammy and I looked at each other. I know she was wondering the same thing I was: what if they saw the one of me shooting in her mouth.

"If they saw some of the pictures, then won't they recognize us?" Tammy asked. Then I wondered the same thing.

"No. You look different all dressed up and with the make-up on. I bet nobody will recognize you. We'll just go downstairs and have some drinks, snacks, and maybe dance a little bit before we tell them who the entertainers are tonight. Won't they be surprised?"

Brittany took Tammy's arm as we walked down the steps in case she fell down with those high heel shoes on. She reminded us to just mix with the other people and act like we were guests, too. "Just answer questions as best you can. You know; like we practiced upstairs."

There were about twenty people standing around with drinks just talking with each other. All of them were dressed up and most of them were men. We were the youngest by far, but Dana said not to worry about it, because probably nobody would notice. Some of them looked like they might be under thirty, but most were over forty. They didn't seem to stare at us but I felt like they were watching us when we weren't looking. We each got a glass of soda because we didn't want any beer or wine yet. I stayed pretty close to Tammy. Several people talked to us.

"Hi, I'm Bradley. What's your name? I haven't seen you here before." The man talking to Tammy looked like he was forty or fifty and he seemed a little on the fat side, but he was tall. He had lots of gray and black curly hair.

"My name is Tammy. I'm in college."

"What are you studying, Tammy?" His dark eyes looked like they were happy. I don't know how to explain it.

"Um, it's mostly about Europe. Like English discipline and a minor in French culture. It's very interesting." She was saying some of the things we practiced with Dana.

He chuckled and choked on his drink. He was taking a sip when she answered him. "What's your favorite era of French history, Tammy. I used to study that."

"I guess when they were cutting off people's heads. That's pretty gross."

"Yes, but anyway, I hear we are going to have some excellent entertainment later tonight. Won't that be fun?"

"Yes. It will be exciting."

"David told me they should be here in about an hour. I'm anxious to meet them."

"Me, too." She said and started to giggle, but stifled it. I was worried she would start giggling and give it all away. We were doing pretty good so far. And I was hungry. We were both eating snacks and little sandwiches like we were starving.

Then Bradley asked Tammy to dance to a slow song that just came on. Before she could answer, he took her hand and led her out onto the wood part of the floor. She wasn't too steady in those high heels.

Brittany went over and gave Tammy some flat dressy shoes and I could tell Tammy was glad to change. But I noticed I could see her legs above the hose when she leaned to put on the new shoes, even though Brittany was helping her.

I looked around the big room. There were chairs all around the dance floor area, which was about twelve feet square. The house looked pretty fancy. It was so big, with lots of rooms and rugs on the floor and paintings; fancy stuff like that.

Some other people were dancing and a lady asked me to dance. She was taller than me and kind of pretty. My chin would have hit the top of her tits if I held her too tight, so I tried to stay back from her. She kind of reminded me on one of my teachers.

I tried to dance but I'm not very good. She was talking about something. I was noticing Tammy though, instead of listening to her. I could see the backs of her panties and the tops of her bare legs as she turned around. She was a pretty good dancer and I was proud of her.

Before the song was over, the lady stopped and we walked back to get some more of those little sandwiches without any crusts on the bread. I wondered what they did with all those crusts. The lady didn't know either. She was asking me about tonight's entertainment because she said she was getting wet already just thinking about it.

"Yes, it is a little warm in here." I said.

She chuckled and said, "Yes, but it will probably be much hotter later on."

Dana came over and asked her if she saw anything she would like to eat and the lady talked about the tender morsels they would be getting later.

"Is there going to be desert?" I asked Dana.

"I'm not sure, Mark. We'll see." Then she pulled the lady over to talk to somebody else. They were laughing about something when they got to David.

Tammy was dancing to some fast music with two different men at the same time. They were taking turns spinning her around. Tammy was giggling and having fun. She loves to dance. But I could see her panties half the time. Sometimes completely. Some of the other men were watching her and smiling when she twirled around.

When the song ended, Dana took my hand and led me out to the middle of the floor and said we should dance together until she gave us some more instructions. There were three other couples on the dance floor as another slow song started.

Tammy and I were dancing. I'm not very good and was doing the box step, but she didn't complain. She told me she was having fun but she was so nervous. I said I was, too. We danced and talked for a little bit and then I noticed we were the only ones dancing. Everybody else was sitting around the edge in the chairs or standing behind the chairs watching us.

When we stopped and looked around everybody clapped and said we were so good.

Both of us turned red. I could tell it. Maybe because we're blond it shows up more, but it felt like we were as red as catsup.

David came out and introduced us as the lights dimmed in the room, except for the dance floor. He said we were professional actors and that we were now going to do a variety of scenes for them. "They will be putting on new costumes for each act, but they will always end up naked as part of the show. There is no formal script, and we will have some time between acts to mingle with the audience. Your tips will be appreciated and I'm sure they will put on a better show if you are more generous." He was walking us around the edge of the dance floor to shake hands with everyone in the audience. The people we were talking to or dancing with seemed so surprised that we were the actors. Some of the men shook my hand, and some of them hugged Tammy and told her how pretty she looked.

"And you are such an excellent dancer, too. I bet we'll be seeing you in the movies someday." While we were meeting the audience with David I heard some furniture being moved onto the dance floor.

David continued. We may have some private shows later tonight if our young actor and actress are up to it. We will see. Meanwhile, does anyone recognize these pretty, cotton panties?"

My gosh! He pulled Tammy's purple panties with the different colored bears on them out of his pocket. Several members of the audience said they recognized them.

One man said, "Size 12 little girl's panties."

"Right." said David. "Now we will spend some more time getting the set ready for our first act. Meanwhile Tammy will let everyone see and feel her panties. We will keep giving her fresh ones every so often throughout the evening, so that when Mark gets his queue to take them off her, there will be some signs that she had been wearing them. You may purchase them later."

Several people wanted to bid on them now, but David said there would be enough to go around, including the ones she is wearing now. He had her hold up her skirt and turn around. There were some oohs and aahhs as she turned around.

I grinned at Tammy. This would be funny watching them feel her panties.

"While Tammy is walking around again to talk with each of you, and so you can feel how snugly they fit, Mark will take off his trousers and let those of you who are interested feel his first pair of underwear."

I felt myself flush and then heard Tammy giggle again. She punched my arm as if she had just gotten me back.

Dana unbuckled my belt and helped me step out of my pants, and we walked around letting people feel us. My shirt came down far enough to cover most of my underwear, so I had to hold it up so people could see them. Even a couple of the men wanted to feel me and I was even more embarrassed when they did that, especially since I was starting to get a little stiff from all the feeling. But everybody said I was getting to be such a big boy; almost a man. That made me smile.

I looked over at Tammy a few times and most of the men were holding her on their laps so she was on their knees facing them. He legs were outside theirs and they were feeling under her dress. I knew they were feeling her panties.

We ended up right beside each other and the lady who danced with me was feeling all over my boy parts and fanny and Tammy was straddling the man's lap. He said he could tell her panties already had signs of excitement.

I was trying to figure out what he meant when the lady started taking off my underwear thing. I just let her pull them all the way down so I could step out. It felt better without them, but I was embarrassed because my thing was stiff again, bouncing around as I turned. The lady was moving it around like a gearshift. She told me again how handsome I was as she tickled my balls with her fingernails. She said I had really fooled her and that she thought I was one of the guests.

While she was doing that, I noticed that the man beside us was starting to pull down Tammy's panties. David seemed to treat this man nicer than the others, and he was in the biggest chair. David told Tammy to hold up her dress and let him pull off her first pair of panties for the evening.

She giggled as he pulled them down. She stepped out of them and kept standing between his knees holding up her dress while he picked the panties up off the floor. He told her how pretty she was. He asked David if it was about time for everyone to freshen up their drinks while Dana went over the first act with tonight's talent.

David agreed and everyone got up to head for the bar to get ready for the first show which would be starting in about five minutes. David led me over to the small couch, which was sitting in the middle of the dance area on a Persian rug. Dana gave me some new underwear, just regular boy underwear, and started explaining how we would act like a couple of teenagers home from a dance who start making out on the couch. While she was telling me about our first act, I heard Tammy giggle and looked over. She was on the man's lap again, facing him and he was bouncing her on his knees. Both of her hands were holding one of his and his other hand was under her dress holding her up. Then he dared her to hold perfectly still while he felt her for a minute. He said he wanted to see if she was ticklish.

David went over and said it was time for Tammy to get her new panties on and get ready for Act One. The man said OK, and lifted Tammy up off his lap. They helped her step into a pair of white, lacy panties and the man felt them to make sure it was a good fit.

David brought Tammy over to discuss the first act with me. We weren't quite as nervous since we met everybody, but we were still self-conscious. At least I had my pants on again.

Act One

David introduced us as we stood next to him beside the couch. Mr. Gregory was along the edge of the stage with a couple of his cameras. A big videocamera was on a tripod aimed at the couch. Nobody was sitting behind the couch, since all the chairs had been move across the front of our stage. I wished he wouldn't have told them we were brother and sister and that we liked to practice for these shows at home. Tammy was getting helped back into her high-heeled shoes for the show.

David reminded them that they had all seen some of our pictures, but promised that we would have some new material for tonight's show.

The music was turned off and they got quiet as we took a bow before the opening. I was glad we were both dressed again. They turned on the music and said to begin act one.

We walked around behind the couch and started our act when we got on the other side. We were holding hands, swinging our arms as we walked around to the front of the couch together. Dana said we should enjoy our own act and forget there were some people watching us.

"Some people." She said! I tried to count them and there were at least sixteen people watching us, plus Mr. Gregory, the cameraman. I was glad these were going to be private pictures and videos! Anyway, maybe it was the lighting, or the staging, but we got into our act and things started seeming natural again. And fun.

We started kidding around at first, like I would tickle her and tell her she stepped on my foot at the dance. We kidded and wrestled around and I was kind of feeling her like when we played at home. We rolled around on the couch and floor, over the back and across the arms of the small stuffed couch. Tammy was giggling most of the time, but I could tell they were just her usual giggles and not the nervous ones like she did before.

I surprised her with a kiss right on the mouth. Then I started feeling her and telling her how cute she was. We didn't usually compliment each other at home, but she really did look cute. Except for talking louder than usual so the audience could hear, it began to feel pretty natural.

Mr. Gregory was the only one moving around. His cameras weren't flashing though, which helped us forget about the audience. There were lights over the couch and there were more lights near the floor aimed at us. Just like we were real actors!

I began to concentrate on her panties and pulled her dress up for everyone to see how pretty she looked in those white, lacy panties. I even kissed her on the panties the way Dana whispered to me while Tammy was getting her panties changed. I was sitting on the floor between her legs and she was lying back on the couch.

"You can pull them off, if you want to, Mark." She said, almost too loudly.

I pulled them off and kissed her thighs before asking her to turn around on her tummy with her knees on the floor. "You have such a pretty fanny, Tammy." I was massaging her butt cheeks with both hands and kissing her here and there. I didn't know if I had the nerve to do the other thing Dana had whispered in my ear. I cautiously smelled her anus and it smelled almost perfumy like our bath soap. I was trying to stay to the side so I wouldn't block the audience's view, but kind of got lost in what we were doing.

After putting my finger in her pussy a few times I pressed it up against her anus. She jumped because she wasn't expecting that. "You have such a pretty fanny, Tammy. Is it OK if I touch it?"

She didn't answer right away, so I said, "Just let me look at it some more. Then if it's OK to put my finger in, pull you fanny open with your hands. OK, Tammy?"

"OK, Mark. You can look at it and touch it if you want."

While she pulled her fanny open for me to look, I stood up and took off my pants again. It was more comfortable with them off and Dana said I should do it pretty soon.

I kissed Tammy right on her butt hole. She started to move away and let go with her hands, but then she pulled herself open again and backed her fanny against me. I kissed her there again, and it didn't taste bad. In fact, it didn't taste at all. I guess because we just took a bath about an hour or two ago. While I was kissing her I put my finger in her pussy and slid it in and out. She was really slippery tonight.

I started to press my finger into her anus and it took a couple tries and I dipped out some more of her pussy juice to make my finger wet. I knelt to one side of her so the audience and Mr. Gregory could see better as my finger went all the way in. Tammy made a little noise each time I pushed it in.

I told her I wanted her to take off my underwear, so she stood up and we kissed some more while we undressed each other. She was standing there in just her garter belt and black hose when I told her to put her high-heeled shoes back on and walk around for me. The black belt, thigh-high hose, and shoes made her pale belly and chest almost glow. I stood up beside her and jiggled her boobies around.

I heard some of the people in the audience whisper to each other. They said things, like: "Such perky, little titties."

"Firm and bouncy."

"Look at those tiny, pink nipples. Delicious."

"I want to kiss them."

Dana came back out and held up a "Shhh." sign with her pointing finger against her lips. When she turned to walk back off the stage, she whispered to us, "You guys are doing great. Tammy, see if you can make them bounce."

She just giggled and asked me if I thought she was pretty. There were still some comments and sighs from our audience. I said, "You look so pretty, Tammy. Walk around for me so I can look at you. Turn around while you walk." She walked around the edge a few times, in those high heels, letting everybody see her. She turned around in front of the man who was holding her first pair of panties. Kind of like she was showing off for him. Wiggling around to make her titties bounce for him, but pretending she was just wiggling her butt for me.

She was so pretty though. I asked her if she wanted to flip me. Tammy walked back and knelt down in front of me and tickled my balls, telling me how cute they looked and that she liked it when my thing got so stiff. "Do you mind if I kiss it, Mark? I just love to kiss those things. They are so funny. It's really cool the way your thing bends up when it gets all hard like that."

Without waiting for an answer she kissed the side of it and all around. She got sideways to the video camera, and I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose, and started putting the tip in her mouth. "This is so fun, Mark." She started sucking up and down on it while I stood there.

Dana softly called over for her to stand up and we should kiss some more then roll around.

She stood up and we kissed, with my thing hitting her right between the legs since she still had on the high heels. Usually it hit her in the belly button. Then we rolled and crawled around on the floor for a couple minutes. When she was on her tummy with her legs together I laid on top of her with my legs outside hers and rubbed my thing between her thighs. I did this several times, pressing into her and the audience made some noises like they thought we were doing good.

Dana whispered to us to stand up so we did. Somebody said my head looked wet. I wondered what he was talking about.

I started playing with her boobies while she was on her hands and knees. She was turning around so that everybody in the audience could see her from every angle. She put her shoulders on the carpet with her knees apart while I jiggled her boobies, then she moved around so her fanny was pointing to a different part of the audience, just like Dana had suggested upstairs. Then I tickled her to make her giggle. It worked. She started giggling her head off. People started clapping and the lights around the edge of the room came on.

I kept tickling her and it was helping us both relax even though she was still laughing. We stood up smiling and took a bow. They kept on clapping. I think the applause made me get even stiffer.

Dana took my hand and walked me around the room, but Tammy went right to the man who had her panties and he pulled her on his lap again facing him. He told her what an excellent job she was doing while he felt her all over.

"Oops!" she said, and started to get up. She was still chuckling from the applause, but said softly "Nobody is supposed to put their fingers in me until later. I hope you want to." He started laughing, too. She got off his lap when Brittany told her to be sure to visit with everybody. She walked around the room so everybody could tell her how cute she was; kiss her, and feel her one more time before we went up to get ready for our next act. Boy, everybody sure liked Tammy.

It looked like everybody was fascinated with her lemon size titties because they each squeezed, jiggled, and kissed them. Tammy giggled each time somebody kissed them. One man told her that her titties were so high they were even with her armpits. She thought that was funny, and I think she was relieved to have act one over with.

I was kind of glad, too, because if we would have played another ten minutes I would have cum and Dana told me not to until later tonight. The lady with my underwear was holding my thing again; looking at the tip of it. She smiled and said she was glad that we were enjoying the show as much as the audience was. Then she asked me if she could kiss it. I looked around and people were talking to each other and going over to the bar. Since nobody was looking at us, I said, "OK. I guess."

She kissed the tip of it and then licked it. Then she surprised me by sucking on it. Brittany came over to us and started telling me how much everyone enjoyed the show. She didn't even seem to notice that the lady was sucking on me. So I told her I was pretty nervous at first, but now it was easier since the audience was so nice.

"Yes, I see." She said.

David came over and said I should also go around and shake hands with everyone. He told me again what a good actor I was. The lady let go of me when David came over.

Tammy was such a show off in those high-heeled shoes. She kept walking around in nothing but the garter belt, hose, and shoes, even to go over and get a pop from the bar. She was talking to people, and drinking her pop, letting them hug her while they said how pretty she was or what a good actress she was.

But she wasn't the only one getting felt. Even some of the men flipped my thing and said I was a very good performer and such a handsome boy. One man said he was jealous and said he would like to pretend some things with both of us later.

Then Dana took us upstairs to get ready for act two. Tammy asked her what it was but she wouldn't tell us. And she wouldn't tell us how many acts we were going to do or what David meant by "private shows" later on.

"Let me clean up both of you and fix your make-up again, then I'll tell you which act we're going to do next. She even gave Tammy another quick bath but she didn't wash her hair.

She didn't give me a bath though, so I asked her why. She said she had to make sure Tammy was clean and dry at the beginning of each act. I'm not sure exactly what she meant.

While she was washing Tammy with that perfume soap she told me to see who was at the door.

It was the lady who sucked on me. She came in to help get us ready. Her name is Barbara and she's about Mom's age, thirty-five. The women were talking away while Dana started to fix Tammy's hair again.

"Since you're here, Barbara, maybe you could rinse off Mark."

Barbara put me in the tub and mostly washed my private parts, even my fanny. Then she helped me out and dried me all over. She liked to touch me, especially when she powered my bottom area. But it was OK, because Tammy was getting cleaned up, too.

They dressed us in kid play clothes and went over some suggestions with us. They explained that their suggestions were just an outline and we could make up things as we went along.

Act Two - Kids Playing Dress Up

We went downstairs holding hands, swinging our arms like a couple of little kids. Tammy put a finger in her mouth and looked down like she was real shy while Dana got everyone seated. There were four new men in the audience and they were whispering with the others how cute we were.

I overheard somebody whisper, "Wait till they start playing, Ralph. Those two are great performers. They are both so cute."

Dana was explaining the act, "Tammy is pretending to be ten and Mark is pretending he's eleven. They are left alone for the evening and have been watching videos and playing games, but now they want to play dress up. You also need to know that these kids found one of their parent's X-rated videos and watched it. Now they are curious to play around like the people they saw in the video."

We were taking bows and walking around the edge of our stage holding hands in our shorts and T-shirts. All the men were saying how pretty Tammy was. After a while I felt like they weren't even noticing me. Tammy really did look cute. We both had on make-up again, but her's was more noticeable.

Then Dana gave the audience some instructions and said a few more things to us before we started this act. "Tammy has on the panties from the lake. They are clean and dry right now, and so is she. As part of this act, I want you, the audience, to pretend you are part of the wall and don't say anything to our fine young actor and actress. However, if they are standing right next to the wall, meaning you, maybe while they are walking around modeling for each other, you may discretely touch them. If they stand right in front of you, you may continue touching them, but as soon as they start to walk back into their playroom, let them go."

The audience agreed and it sounded like fun to us, too. I didn't know if anybody would want to touch me, though. It seemed like they all wanted to touch Tammy, even the women.

She wanted to walk around real close to the edge while we got warmed up, like Dana told us. You know, just touching and kissing each other while we were still dressed. And when we stood still around the edge of our 'room' people started feeling us. I was glad they wanted to feel me, too. Our play shorts were so baggy that people could put their hands up our shorts to feel our underwear. It kind of tickled.

As we undressed each other, we kept going over to get felt by different parts of the audience. That was another thing Dana suggested. It was fun, and I was glad that some of them felt me, too.

We walked around in just our underwear and stopped in different places to hug and kiss. Tammy liked to stick out her fanny towards one of the men, and I think they really liked feeling her through her panties, even though they were the same silly, pink ones with the red and purple bears which she wore at the lake a couple weeks ago.

Tammy seemed to really like standing in front of the guy in the big stuffed chair who held her on her lap earlier. She wiggled her fanny around for him.

While we were standing there, Dana came over and whispered to me to help take her shorts and panties off now. It kind of struck me funny that the 'wall' was helping me pull them off.

As soon as Tammy had her panties off, she wanted to prance around the room to let everyone feel her. While we were kissing some more around the edge of the room Dana came out and reminded the audience not to put a finger all the way in Tammy. "It's OK to rub her and to find her opening, but don't put your finger all the way in yet. You can each do that later if you want to."

We were supposed to pretend we didn't notice Dana when she came out and said things.

She put a pile of clothes on the couch, which was our signal to play 'dress up' and play around the edge of the stage again. This would be fun.

I let Tammy take off my shorts and underpants, and someone in the audience helped her. It was a man and he felt me, too. I was kind of getting used to it. At first it was only the women who felt me, but now some of the men did, too. Dana told us upstairs that we should just enjoy the sensations and not worry about who was touching us. She reminded us to remember we were just actors.

We got to the pile of clothes on the couch pretty quick and Tammy picked up a training bra and panty set right away. But it was all girl stuff. Stuff like bras, panties, and nightgowns. I wasn't sure what to do. Dana came out and helped me put on a pink bra and matching panties with a sheer nightgown. The bra had rubber pads in it. There were lacy ankle socks and high-heeled shoes for each of us. The shoes I put on were too big for me and kind of klip-klopped when I walked around.

I was embarrassed at first, but people were saying how pretty I was, and everybody wanted to feel me now. They felt me all over and some of them even stood up or kissed my back as I klip-klopped around. Tammy was doing the same thing. We were both walking around and turning to get touched by people - front and back. This was really fun. They said I was pretty, too, when they touched me.

Then Dana had us roll around on the floor some more and undress each other. I rubbed my thing between her legs again, but I accidentally pushed it in her partway and she said ouch.

Then Dana said we should play 'hide-the-tip' with me laying on my back on the floor. I heard her whisper to Tammy to sit down on it as far as she could and that if it hurt it would only hurt for a second and then it would feel wonderful. We could hear the audience talking softly over the sound of the music, like they were excited, too.

Tammy slid on my thing a minute, like the hot dog sliding in a bun act we did back at the cabin. My thing was laying on my tummy and she was sliding around on it. She was talking in a younger voice and saying it looked funny in the movie when they did this.

I told her they weren't doing it quite that way and then held my thing with my hand so it was pointing up. She sat part way down on it and said it was too big to go in. Now the audience was encouraging her to try it, and they said she was certainly wet and slippery enough.

The man in the stuffed chair said to sit down on it real fast and then it wouldn't hurt anymore. She did that right after he said it. She said ouch like it hurt, but then she kept going up and down. She was very slippery, even though it was squeezing me so tight. The audience started clapping when she started going all the way up and down on it.

Dana told them to be quiet and she turned off the music while Tammy slid on me some more. Tammy was making noises, but she wasn't saying any words. It was like it felt good to her, too. The audience was quiet but seemed like they were squirming around in their seats as she continued to slide up and down on me.

Dana came in beside us and I thought she was going to say this was the end of act two, but instead she had me stand up and let Tammy suck on me.

She was only holding my thing with one hand as she sat on her heels and sucked me. Her other hand was between her legs and I could tell she was rubbing herself.

Mr. Gregory got close with his video camera, but otherwise the audience was pretty quiet.

Dana reminded her to practice opening her mouth so the audience could see me squirt into it. We only did one practice though before the real thing happened. I kept squirting and squirting, and only about half of it went in her mouth. She swallowed it and then sucked on me some more. Dana came over and took her hand and helped her stand up. She walked around to applause, smiling, and I wondered if she knew some of my stuff was on her face. Tammy didn't even run over and get some pop like she always did at home.

The audience stood up and everybody was telling us that we did such a good act. Dana got out a washcloth and wiped off her face. Dana was acting silly and told Tammy to keep bowing while people applauded, except she should bow and pull her fanny open for the audience. Tammy is such a ham that she went around bowing to everybody, pulling herself wide open. It struck me funny that she was bowing away from people instead of towards them. Dana told her if somebody said, "Bravo" that she should pull her fanny open even wider to tell them thank you for the applause. Some of the men sat back down and were saying "Bravo" as she walked around.

I saw the man she liked so much lead her back over to his chair. They sat her on the very front edge and laid her back. He lifted and spread her legs and said that some of them wanted to make sure she was clean. They asked Dana if they could finger her now, and Dana said she was ready for it now.

Barbara, the lady who sucked on me before and washed me off between acts led me back upstairs. She said she would clean me up.

As we went up the stairs it seemed like everybody just wanted to see Tammy. Like the only time the men paid much attention to me was when I was dressed in the girl clothes.

I asked Barbara what they were doing with Tammy, and she said they were going to clean her up downstairs for a little while, maybe teach her how to give lap dances, and then she would get another bath, too. While she got me ready for a bath she sucked on me some more, even though I warned her that some more of my yukky stuff was still oozing out.

She said it was OK and that this was the best way to make sure I was all clean. She sat on the floor and sucked on it while the bathtub filled up.

While she gave me a bath, she kept telling me how pretty I was in the bra and panties. She said the bra and panties I had been wearing were almost like hers. She asked me if I wanted to see hers since she got to see me.

"Yes, I would like to see you. You're a pretty woman. I bet you work out a lot." It sounded almost corny to me as I said it, but she was a nice looking older woman. I think she must be about thirty-five or forty, but she was in pretty good shape for being so old. She had nice size tits, about like oranges.

She asked me to stand up in the tub and face her while she undressed. The warm soapy water had me very relaxed and I didn't feel like standing up, but did because I wanted to watch her undress. She kept watching me, especially my thing, while she undressed. I was standing in the tub staring back at her. She had on a garter belt and stockings like the kind Tammy was wearing earlier. I could feel my thing getting stiff again while I watched her undress, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.

When she was standing there in just her underwear and high heels, I was totally stiff just from looking at her. She was as pretty as some of the women in those magazines that Brad's Uncle had, except she was older and her tits were smaller. There was something not right about the way she looked, and I kept staring at the crotch of her sheer panties. I could see through them, but she didn't have any hair on her pussy like older girls usually had.

For some reason, she didn't seem shy even with me staring at her. Barbara said, "I want to take a bath with you, Mark. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, Mam." I said. She was lots bigger than Tammy and I wasn't sure she could fit in here with me.

"Good. I would like that, too. But please call me Barbara." She laughed and flipped off her shoes.

I continued staring while she got completely undressed. Her pussy was shaved and looked as bald as Tammy's. I was looking at it and then noticed she was watching me closely. I looked away quickly, which made her laugh again.

"It's OK to look at me, Mark. I'm glad you want to. Your sister is so pretty." She walked over to the tub. "You can look at me and you can touch me. Anywhere you want. I want you to wash my pussy for me. Would you do that for Barbara?" She stepped into the tub facing me.

"Yes, Mam." I said. When she laughed, I said, "I mean, 'Yes, Barbara,' I'll wash it for you."

She had me sit down and then she faced me almost on her hands and knees over me; her knees against the side of the tub, and her hands on the edge behind my head. Her tits were hanging over my head. "Wash it now, Mark. Wash it real good."

I started washing her bare pussy with both hands. I scooped up some water and rubbed it around. It felt kind of like sandpaper in the front.

"Do the inside, too, Mark. That's important. You can feel me." She said I could put two fingers in her at once and that was the best way to get her clean. I liked to look at her. Her pussy had some inside lips that reminded me of flower petals. Tammy's didn't have any inside flaps. I kept washing and looking, you know, to make sure she was clean.

After we washed each other some more, she practiced kissing me and then she wanted to play 'hide-the-tip' with me on the floor. I laid on my back on the towels and she straddled me and sat down on it. She was slippery, too, but wasn't nearly as tight as Tammy, so she could slide faster. It felt good.

After she cleaned me up and we got dressed again, she took me back downstairs. Tammy was wearing a very short dress which didn't even cover up the white panties she was wearing. She said she learned to give lap dances and that it was fun.

She whispered that she went in one of the other rooms with one man at a time and sat on their laps and wiggled around on them. "Some of the men even took off their pants and let me look at their things. It was pretty neat. Nobody put it inside me though. I told them not to. I would just slide around on his thing until he squirted on his tummy. Except one guy, let me suck on it, but he told me not to tell anybody. Then he got me some pop."

She told me that it was really fun putting on our show for people. We were both getting tired though, even though we were excited. Dana gave us some stuff to eat and drink. Tammy wanted lots more pop. We talked to some of the guests for a little while before Dana took us up to bed.

What a day! It was fun being an actor!