Teddy quickly left the doorway and almost ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. He knew he hadn't been seen, but his heart beat fast anyway.
Bobbi felt the stickiness on her fingers. She put them to her nose and sniffed, she flicked her tongue out and tasted the fresh young juices of her passion.
She had always been in the habit of taking an afternoon nap, when she had the time. She'd never outgrown it. As her mind drifted off to sleep now, she wondered what it would be like to pose for pictures like the ones in the magazines that framed her body on the bed.
She and her brother were already celebrities of sorts in their town because of their songwriting talents. And, after all, modeling for pictures was just another form of show biz!
Bobbi smiled and fell asleep.
Chapter 2
The twins were in the center of the stage, alone, Bobbi and Teddy both played guitar, but Bobbi carried the rhythm. Miss Webster, the director, played the piano in the wings. The rehearsal had been a long one, and the twins were tired. The other students in the show had gone home, with the exception of some girlfriends of Bobbi's, who planned to go to her house afterwards for a pajama party.
The song Bobbi and Teddy sang was a moody favorite of the twins. It was the only one of their songs that they were performing themselves, although they had written several more for the show. The melody was soft, and the atmosphere of the auditorium became quietly romantic.
Bobbi was wearing a short skirt, and when she crossed her legs, the material crept slowly up until Teddy caught a glimpse of her white cotton panties. His face burned slightly, and he looked around to see if any one else in the theater could see what he was seeing. There was nobody in the wings on his side, so he knew he was the only one being treated to the view. He was sure Bobbi didn't realize how much of herself she was exposing.
Ever since the previous afternoon, when he'd watched her masturbate in her bedroom, Teddy had trouble looking at his sister in the same light. He seemed to see her nude body in everything she did. When she bent over, he could only see the soft, smooth skin of her bare asscheeks, the way they'd been exposed to his sight when he peeked from the hallway, outside her room.
Now, stealing little glances up her skirt, his cock began to swell again. It made him nervous. If the swelling didn't go down, he wouldn't be able to stand up and act the lines that followed the song!
Miss Webster heard Teddy's voice change, a slight hesitation, like he had forgotten the words, and she glanced over. His face was a picture of confusion. She wondered what was wrong, and she continued to watch him for several moments while she played the piano. He was facing her, and she noticed that he crossed his legs and seemed to squeeze them very tightly. His face was a little flushed also. Miss Webster was also the girls' physical education teacher, and she was usually conscious of the student's bodily well-being.
Well, well, she thought, stroking the ivories softly, I do believe little Teddy has a hard-on!
She noticed that Bobbi, facing away from her, had let her skirt creep pretty high up on her thighs, while she balanced the guitar on her lap. Teddy must be getting quite a view for himself.
Disgusting! His own sister! That's abnormal!
The song was finished now. Bobbi put down the guitar. Teddy was supposed to stand up, cross over to her, and say, "(Josh, Penelope, with a song like that, maybe we could work our way up to the big time!"
Miss Webster waited, a smile forming on her lips. The boy was never late on his cues, but right now he just sat where he was and looked embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Teddy?" the director asked, finally.
"Uh, Miss Webster, I can't remember my lines. Maybe if I just sit here for a minute and think about them, "
"Now, Teddy," the woman said, "if that happened in front of a live audience, you couldn't just sit there. You'd have to say something! Ad lib if you want to, but go ahead and walk over to your sister. We want to make sure we know our stage movements."
Bobbi whispered, "Gosh, Penelope, with a song, "
"Oh! Uh, sure," Teddy said. "Yeah, stupid of me to forget like that."
His face was a bright scarlet when he stood up, and his blond hair looked whiter than ever. Miss Webster's eyes went immediately to the front of his khaki trousers.
Ye Gods! the woman thought, I never knew he was hung like that! Why, he must have seven inches!
Teddy's cock was pressing straight out. His undershorts did nothing to restrain the bulging pressure of his blood-gorged prick. The boy walked a bit oddly when he crossed the stage.
"Gosh, Penelope, with a song like that, maybe we could work our way up to the big time!"
That isn't all you're working up, you little horny devil! Miss Webster thought.
Then Teddy turned around, facing away from both the director and his sister.
"What's wrong, Teddy?" the woman asked.
"I, I don't think I feel too good," the boy answered.
"Well, go right to my office and lie down on the sofa. I'll be along to see if you're all right."
The boy nodded and walked straight ahead, into the wings, and out to the hallway.
Bobbi, who hadn't noticed anything except the flush in her brother's face, was confused. She turned to Miss Webster.
"I don't know what came over him. Do you think he's all right, Miss Webster?"
"I think so. Maybe just too much rehearsing. All right, everybody else can knock off for the day. First thing after school tomorrow. And no excuses for anybody not knowing their lines. We have an opening night in one week!"
The auditorium cleared almost instantly. The physical education teacher rose from the piano bench, hoping she hadn't left a damp spot where she'd been sitting. She quickly walked to her office and went inside. The boy was lying on his side, facing away from her.
"All right, Teddy," the teacher said, feeling her legs get a bit weak, "turn around and let's look you over!"
Bobbi's friends were waiting for her outside. They had been watching the rehearsal, and already their conversation was excited and loud.
"Well!" Marcie Potts said to Bobbi when the girl joined them, "I hope that cute little brother of yours will be home tonight when we have our pajama party!!
"Why?" Bobbi asked.
"Come off it, Bobbi!" one of the other girls piped in, "didn't you see that boner he was showing? That's why he ran out on the rehearsal the way he did!"
Bobbi laughed.
"You girls must be crazy. My twin brother is so square he probably sits down to pee!"
In Miss Webster's office, Teddy was still having trouble controlling his erection. He continued to face away from the woman.
"Turn around, Teddy," she repeated.
"Miss Webster, I think I'd feel better if I just stayed on my side."
"Nonsense!" She was a strong women, and she grabbed his shoulders and turned him a bit roughly onto his back. He immediately crossed his legs. She took him by each knee and separated his legs, pushing them straight down on the leather sofa. His erection was bulging up, straining the khaki material, and she noticed a little throb. She pretended not to see the condition of his crotch. Instead, she pressed her fingers into his abdomen.
"Hmmmm, " she said, "feels like there might be a little inflammation there, Teddy. Take your shirt off and lower your trousers a bit. If you're having an appendix problem, we'll have to get you to a doctor."
"Oh, no!, Gosh, Miss Webster, I'm sure it isn't anything like that! I mean, I'm really starting to feel better!"
"You were walking funny on the stage, Teddy. I guess you know that physical education teachers are given very extensive training in first aid. And besides, I have a nursing license, I haven't always been a schoolteacher. Now do what I tell you."