"Okay," Basil said and grinned. "I take it all back." He studied me momentarily. "How about you, kid? Are you willing to go along with it?"
I glanced at Mrs. Devine's big titties and grinned. "I might be," I said. "Only I wish you'd leave Elly out of the picture. I don't want my sister in it."
"I want to be in it, Tommy," Elly cried. "You have no right to big-brother me. I'm going to be in the film and that's that."
I shrugged. "All right. Untie me and I'll go through with it." I figured if I could get them to untie me I could do something about this, maybe put up a fight, or if I had to, run from the house and get help. I had a change of heart, as they say, a moment later when the two poppers untied me. Mrs. Devine bent over me and began to suck on my dingus. It became hard immediately and I knew I was in for it, and what's more, I didn't mind now. I was hot. I was hot and ready to do anything just as I had been earlier.
"Come to the bed, Tommy," Mrs. Devine said. "You'll get on top of me and Basil will get on top of Elly and we'll play a double scene. That ought to go like everything, don't you think, Basil?"
"I should think so," he replied, his eyes filled with a strange kind of lust as he looked her up and down. "We might even try the old switcheroo, you know. I take you – kid takes his sister."
"Nothing doing, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "We should do the scene in a regular manner. Then, if we have enough film left maybe we can do a special scene. We'll shoot this main scene and worry about the other later."
Basil nodded and turned to the two cameramen. "Watch the kid, Perry. If he tries to make a break for it – break his Goddamned head. I can't have him running out of here."
One of the perverts took a gun from his pocket and I guess he must have been the one Basil called Perry because he nodded to Basil. I didn't like the looks of that gun – it made me nervous; it also made me resolve to do whatever they wanted me to, no questions asked. I didn't want to get myself killed. This Perry guy looked mean enough to shoot his own mother.
I got up carefully from the chair, taking no chances on moving suddenly. Perry might get the wrong impression and start firing that thing in his hand. I looked at Mrs. Devine and she smiled at me and took my hand and led me to the bed where she took off all of her clothes and stood naked in front of everyone. She raised her hands above her head and this made her titties took to be twice as big as they were and three times as inviting.
"The kid's really hard now," Basil muttered to Mrs. Devine. "Look at the size of that tool of his. Man!"
"Yes, he's quite ready for the scene, Basil," Mrs. Devine said to him. She turned her back to me. "I'll lie down and you get on top and stick it in when I tell you to."
"Just a minute," Basil said. "Perry will direct the scene, not you, sister."
Mrs. Devine shrugged and lay down, spreading her sexy legs wide. I grinned at her and lay down on top of her, noting how soft and like a cushion she was. Her skin was smooth and warm and nice and I could have lain on he forever, it felt so good.
Basil, I saw, was already on top of Elly and was moving slowly on her.
"Just a minute, Basil," the guy named Perry hollered. "Haven't got your ass in focus properly. This is gonna be tough getting both movement in the same…"
"Shut up, Perry, and get on with it," Basil cried at him.
"We should have a few minutes of foreplay, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "You run your tongue over the girl and Tommy can do the same to me. We should all turn on our sides facing one another for this."
The next thing I knew we were doing exactly this. I could see that Elly had her eyes tightly closed and that she was breathing fast. Basil kept glancing down at me instead of her. I didn't care. I was pretty hot by now and when Mrs. Devine shoved my face between her legs I used my tongue on her happily. Basil, I guess, was doing the same thing to Elly.
"That's a great scene," Perry cried. "Just great. Keep it going for a while."
I was willing, Elly seemed to be willing and the other two, Basil and Mrs. Devine – well, they were willing, too, because they were going to make a lot of bread out of this, I supposed.
"Oh," Elly sighed, "this is wonderful, Basil." I scarcely heard her, for I was too busy running my tongue up and down and in and out of Mrs. Devine's moist, hot cunt. I was about as hard as it is possible to be and I was so hot and bothered by now that I didn't notice cameras or anything.
I stopped sucking Mrs. Devine and looked up at her. She patted my head and grinned a little. The next thing I knew she was turning Elly around, pulling Elly's legs over her head and running her tongue in and out of Elly's box. Elly was now sucking Basil with a fervor.
"That's terrific," Perry cried. "Man, what a scene. Kid, you get busy. Go down on Mrs. Devine. Don't spoil this one, kid." Perry sounded very excited and I supposed he was, being a popper himself, evidently.
And we did continue. I returned my mouth to Mrs. Devine's cunt and ran my tongue over it, then going in and out.
We kept this up for quite awhile, all of us sweating like crazy, and finally Perry hollered at us that the film was all used up.
No one stopped. I kept going down on Mrs. Devine, she did the same to Elly, and Elly just grunted and moaned as I figured she must be blowing off time after time.
Me? Hell, what do you think. I blew off on the sheet. It was only after I had blown that I noticed Elly was still going down on Basil.
I lay there breathing hard and watched her take the guy's squirt in her thirteen-year-old mouth.
It was a wild, wild scene and one I'll never forget, not even if I live to be fifty.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They locked Elly and me up in a room on the second floor of the place after giving us a couple of sandwiches and a glass of milk. I had no idea of what time it was but suspected it must be quite late. I wondered if they were going to keep us here and what our parents would do when neither of us returned home from the football game. Elly and I were lying fully clothed on the bed and neither of us said anything for a long time.
"Boy, Tommy, are we ever going to catch it when we get home," she said at length. "What will we tell Mom and Dad?"
"You tell me," I said shortly.
She was silent for a moment. Then, "Tommy, are you mad at me?"
"Tell me something," she said, flopping over on her stomach and looking at me sideways. "If they gave you bennies how did you ever get a you-know-what on?"
"Who cares? That's not important now. What is important is what's going to happen to us."
"I don't know," she said, and giggled.
"Shut up!" I cried angrily. "This is no time to be silly. We have to get out of here and get home before we're in bad trouble."
She giggled again. "I guess Mom and Dad are gonna be awful mad at you, huh?"
"At me? At both of us, dopey. You ought to know that much."
"But you were the one who started all this stuff, Tommy."
"Are you going to blame it all on me?" I stared at her in bewilderment.
She shook her head. "No. I guess it was my fault, too."
"Crazy," I said bitterly. "Big deal."
"Why don't you see if you can raise a window, Tommy? Maybe we can climb out on the roof or something and get away from here."
"It's an idea," I admitted. "I'll take a look." She giggled again. "Do you know what Basil called what we did on the bed, Tommy?"
I was up on my feet now, inspecting the window. "No, what?" I asked, hardly paying any attention to her.
"He said it was a daisy-chain. Did you ever hear of that before?"
"No," I said. "Probably something he made up."
She giggled loudly. "I thought it was fun. I liked it."
I didn't bother answering her; I had something more important to do – try to get the window up. I pulled and yanked on it, shoved from underneath, did everything I could think of, but the thing wouldn't budge. It had been painted in, as they say. The paint held it firmly. I walked to the other window and tried that one but with no good results.