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."
Her voice was friendly, but firm. She meant business, and he knew it. There was something a little tough about the brunette Miss Webster, and Teddy had often admired her looks. For an older woman, twenty-five at least, she was what the boys in his age group called "built like a launching pad." And her face was pretty. It wasn't beautiful, like Bobbi's, but it was pleasant and pretty in its own way. Her eyes were large and dark, and her mouth was full and wide. When she smiled, she showed a perfectly straight set of the whitest teeth he'd ever seen. And her breasts! Well, they'd been a joke around the school even with the male members of the faculty!
Teddy reluctantly removed his shirt. Miss Webster's eyes took in every detail of his fine, smooth skin, his already-developing pectoral muscles, the fullness of his arms, and the width of his shoulders. There was no hair on his chest, of course, but in the light from the office window she saw a fine down that would someday develop into a heavy brushing of blond fur. He was as beautiful as his sister, and yet he was decidedly a masculine boy in every respect. She wondered why she'd never really noticed until this afternoon.
"Now the trousers, Teddy. Uh, just the tops. I have to examine your lower belly."
The boy's face was scarlet again. Lying there, staring up at the female coach examining him, he couldn't help but notice how tightly her enormous breasts were straining against the silk material of her blouse. He saw the outline of her brassiere, and the brassiere did not disguise the tight, hard tips of her nipples underneath. There was no chance now of his erection going down. Teddy began to wonder if it was going to stay with him for the rest of his life!
He unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. Somehow, he didn't feel so bad about doing this. The whole experience reminded him of being in a doctor's office, but there was one throbbing difference between his legs that he couldn't get off his mind. He lay still and let the woman proceed to the next step, hoping that she would get it over with soon.
Miss Webster didn't seem satisfied with the amount of belly area she had to examine. She pulled his fly open farther, then slid the tips of his trousers all the way to his hips. His underwear seemed to be in the way, too. She quickly hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of the cotton briefs and yanked them roughly down until they barely covered the top of his erect pole.
She noticed his pubic hair, so white she doubted that it would ever darken. The twins were the blondest two people she had ever seen. She fleetingly wondered if Bobbi had developed this much hair in her crotch. Miss Webster, always taking a healthy interest in the bodily development of her students, had never missed an opportunity to watch her girls shower, but she hadn't had a chance to see Bobbi Fields, except from the rear. And what a rear!
She began to press Teddy's belly and work her.* fingers in little circular motions. She massaged lower and lower, then let her fingers brush the base of his cock. It felt as hard as steel! The boy closed his eyes in humiliation. He knew by now that she couldn't have failed to notice his condition even if she'd been blind!
Miss Webster smiled. Her heart was pounding with excitement. She had been teaching physical education at this school for a year now, and, except for the coach, nobody ever suspected that she was oversexed to the point that she often found it difficult to keep her feelings under control. They had given her a good recommendation at the hospital where she worked before she came here. An administrative friend there had made sure nothing was said about the fact that she'd been asked to resign after she was caught one night in the bed of a patient who was scheduled for a delicate operation the next morning.
But, she supposed philosophically, things had to come to a head sooner or later. It seemed to be fate that brought Teddy Fields' erection and her all-consuming lust together this afternoon. She didn't intend to fight it another minute.
"Why, Teddy!" Miss Webster said, sliding her hand down and grabbing his cock around the base of the shaft, "I think I understand now what was making you feel so bad!"
The boy gritted his teeth and kept his eyes tightly shut.
"Why, you've let this thing get so hard it must have been giving you a tummy ache!"
The boy groaned as she squeezed his pole gently.
"Yes," she continued, "this could definitely be dangerous to your health. Here, let's slide these trousers off and we'll see what we can do about this situation!"
Teddy felt too weak to resist. Ever since yesterday, his cock ruled his life, and now it had gotten him into another jam. He didn't know what Miss Webster intended to do, but he decided to let what happened happen.
The woman slid his khaki pants down over his legs and taking his shoes off at the same time, over his feet and off. She removed his undershorts then, and he continued to lie there, his eyes shut, his cock throbbing, and his heart pounding.
He heard her moving around the room for several seconds, then she was back beside him, and her body touched his. His eyes shot open and he looked at her. She was as naked as he was!
"Miss Webster, I,!"
"Hush!" She smiled at him, and crawled between his legs. After a quick smile up at him, her mouth came down on his stick. It didn't stop until his seven inches was completely buried in her throat, and she started making little contracting motions, massaging him with her gullet.
"Oh, Miss Webster!" Teddy moaned, "What are you doing? I don't think we should be doing this!"
She pulled off him with a plopping sound.
"Relax, Teddy, I'm a nurse, remember? I know just what's right for you. You'll see how much better you'll feel!" She went back to sucking him and the heat and moisture of her mouth and throat made his balls tighten.
"I, I don't think you should keep that up, Miss Webster!"
She understood what he meant. And she had further plans.
"All right, then, Teddy, why don't you cool me off just a little bit? It's so warm in this office I feel like I'm on fire!"
She crawled up over him. He saw the thick black hair of her cunt coming closer and closer to his face. Her knees were on either side of his neck and her gaping pussy was directly above him. He looked up and saw it begin to sink down. He knew that in a second it would cover his mouth and nose and chin.
"Just put your tongue all over that, Teddy. Lick me nice, the way I did to you. You'll see how good it tastes, if you've never done it before. It's on fire, Teddy. I need you to wet it down, or it's going to burst into flames!"
The pussy sank down over him then, and his nostrils and mouth were filled with tastes and smells he didn't know existed! The woman began to grind her pelvis down hard.
"Put your tongue in there, Teddy!"
She reached down and spread the lips of her vagina. Suddenly his mouth was engulfed in wet, warm flesh. He didn't know where it came from! He put his tongue out and found that there was a hole, waiting for it, grabbing at it and pulling it up inside her.
"Owwwww, yessssss, that's it, Teddy! Owwww, now you're beginning to cool the fire!"
Her thighs were trembling, and he heard her groan loudly. Suddenly, she reversed her position and turned around, facing his feet. Still over him, she lowered her snatch again, and this time he was waiting eagerly to bury his face back in the warm, wet muff. The odors from her crotch were the most wonderful ones he'd ever smelled, and he was thinking of what it would be like to do this to Bobbi, If he could learn something from this woman, he would. Teddy, in fact, both the twins, had always been good students.
Then her mouth was over his cock again, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold off. He-remembered- how his hands had gotten full of his sticky, thick cum the day before almost before he had realized what was happening. The woman must realize what would happen if she kept doing what she did. He did not feel in the least responsible for stopping her, or warning her.
Then her finger shot down between his legs, behind his balls, and it began to stab into his tight, puckered hole. The combination of pain and excitement pushed him over the edge. He felt his cum bubble up and out. It must have come quick, because she choked, but she kept sucking and swallowing.
He felt her pussy tighten around his tongue, and it started a series of convulsive squeezing motions. He kept his tongue shoved in her twat as far as it would go, although at times he thought it would be nipped right off. More moisture seemed to come from her pussy and mix with his saliva. It ran down his throat. She ground her pelvis so hard against his face he was afraid his nose would get broken. He also thought he heard her making sobbing sounds, but his cock was still deep in her throat. The sounds reminded him of the ones Bobbi had made in her bedroom.
After several minutes, she pulled away from him, stood up, and began to put her clothes on. She smiled at him, matter-of-factly.
"I hope you feel better now, Teddy. Of course, my way of treating your ailment might seem a little odd to a lot of people, so be a good boy and don't mention it to anyone. Not even your sister."
"I won't." He got up and dressed himself quickly.
Miss Webster led him to the door and dismissed him as though they had just been having a normal teacher-pupil talk.
"Rehearsal's over for the day. Now go home and bone up on those lines. You don't want to forget them again!"