I entered the room with her and saw two men operating a camera. They were taking shots of the largest bed I had ever seen. They weren't taking shots of the bed itself, but of Elly, who was lying on the bed. Her eyes looked glazed and I suspected she was doped. More than likely, I was, also, though I scarcely realized this at the moment. They had her wearing black underclothing, black stockings and garter belt – that is, no panties and no bra. She lay on the bed, her legs spread apart while the cameraman took a closeup of her box. The two cameramen seemed unconcerned and I wondered about this until I looked at them more closely and recognized them as being the type of guys known as poppers, or homosexuals. Basil, who was naked, stood in the corner of the room, and when I glanced at him, I saw him smirk slightly.
"Take your clothes off, kid," he barked. "All off."
I didn't want to, but I complied. When I was naked I stole a glance at Elly, who was now sitting up on the bed. She had a terrific look of wild lust in her eyes. She glanced back at me and I saw her wink and grin. She began to wiggle her butt. At the same time she gestured to me to come nearer to her. I didn't move, but looked first at Basil and then at Mrs. Devine.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Devine asked. "Don't you want to make love to your sister for the camera?"
"No," I said, and looked at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze. I was suddenly afraid or perhaps I should say reluctant to stand naked in front of all these people. If she had given me some kind off pills to remove my self-consciousness, it hadn't worked well enough.
"Come on, boy," Mrs. Devine said, taking my arm. "Lie down on top of your little sister and do it to her. We need a scene that – We insist that you do it, Tommy. We won't allow you to leave till you do. It won't take that long."
"Come on, Tommy," Elly said eagerly. "I'm willing."
"That's the way to talk, Elly girl," Basil said. I had him figured for a popper and somewhere I had gotten hold of the idea that poppers talked in a higher pitch. Funny. I had never noticed if he spoke this way up to now. I guess I hadn't paid much attention to them. "Tommy," Basil went on, "your sister wants you on top of her. Get with it, kid."
"No," I said. A short while ago I had been ready for anything, but this feeling – now that I had seen my sister on the bed with those poppers taking pictures of her – had left me. "No," I repeated. "I won't do it."
Basil came over to me, an ugly look on his bearded face. "If you don't do it to your sister, then you'll have to stand there and watch me take her."
I just stared at him.
Mrs. Devine came up to me and touched my arm. "What's wrong? You don't have a hard-on. Can't you do it in front of us? Is that it?"
"I don't have a hard-on because I don't feel like it," I told her angrily. "Let Elly and me go. We don't want to do this."
"I don't mind," Elly said from the bed.
"Shut up, Elly!" I growled. "Get your clothes on. We'll walk home."
Basil looked furious. He gestured at the cameramen and they grabbed me, tussled me to the floor and one of them tied my feet and brought the cord up to tie my hands behind my back. They picked me up and set me on a chair. I was mad enough to kill one of those perverts, but I had waited too long to put up a fight. Now I was practically helpless – they had done a good job of tying me up.
Basil removed his clothing and I saw him finger himself several times until his john was hard and then he went to the bed and lay down on it and began running his fingers up and down Elly's legs, finally inserting one into her box. Elly, damn her, squealed with delight and this made me even angrier than before. I strained at my bonds, but couldn't get loose.
"Don't do it, Elly," I cried.
She shook her head, her eyes filled with lust. "Nope. I wanna do it to him. He makes me feel hot."
"Zoom in on this, Perry," Basil told one of the cameramen. "Get a close-up of my finger in her cunt."
I saw the camera come closer to the bed and when I did Elly began to move her butt about. I knew damned well they had given her some bennies or something. She wasn't herself.
"Suck me off, Basil," she cried. "Get them to film that. That would be wonderful!"
"I intend to do exactly that, my dear," he said, and glancing over at me, grinned. "How do you like watching this, kid?"
"Go to hell!" I yelled. I must have yelled pretty loud because Mrs. Devine struck me across the face and told me to keep my voice down.
"Doesn't watching this give you a hard-on, kid?" Basil asked.
"Screw you!" I cried, "Wait till I tell my dad about you people."
"You won't do that," Mrs. Devine said, frowning at me. "If you ever mention this to your folks, we'll see to it they know about you and Elly."
She had me there and I knew it. "Damn you," I said bitterly.
"Shut up!" Basil said. "You've let us down badly. If you aren't careful with that mouth of yours, I'll have you horse-whipped." He pointed at a big whip that stood in the corner of the room. "The boys know how to use it, kid, so don't think you won't be hurt."
I scarcely paid any attention to him because Mrs. Devine had taken off her blouse and bra and was leaning over me now. Her mammoth titties hung down and practically touched my face.
"Suck 'em, boy. Maybe it'll make you hard."
I shook my head. "I don't want to."
She frowned. "You're being obstinate." She turned to Basil. "What were those pills you gave me to give him?"
Basil sat up on the bed and glared at his sister. "I didn't tell you to give them to him. They were bennies. No wonder he can't get hard, you fool."
"Don't call me a fool, Basil," Mrs. Devine yelled. "You watch your tongue, mister big."
"You gave him bennies, damn it! That fouls up our whole deal."
"You told me to give them to him. I'm sure you did," she retorted.
"I did not, damn it! Of all the stupid females, you're the worst."
"I told you, Basil, to watch your tongue!" Mrs. Devine cried, her pretty face contorted with anger.
"Crap!" he yelled. "You've screwed the whole film up. Now I'll have to keep my face hidden from the camera and pretend I'm Elly's brother."
"Go ahead and do it then," she yelled at him. "It's about time you did something useful."
"Stupid damned females," he muttered, and turned back to Elly, sticking his finger in her again.
"Suck me, Mr. Basil," Elly begged him. "I want you to suck me."
He shook his head. "I've changed the plan. I'll have to do it to you the other way first. We only have so much film left." He grimaced. "Not that I like doing it that way, but damned stupid female, screwing things up."
"I have an idea," Mrs. Devine said. "Basil, why don't we change the script and have a mother and a son and a father and a daughter. We could change the title of the film, too."
Basil looked up at her and rubbed his beard. "Might be a good idea at that. For a stupid female, you might have something there."
Mrs. Devine drew herself up, looking slightly ridiculous trying to appear dignified and half-naked at the same time. "Please stop calling me stupid. I'm not stupid as you well know."
"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.