I looked around very guiltily and quickly tucked my throbbing penis away. What I didn’t notice was Alex had left her phone on the bench with camera rolling.
I scurried upstairs with my return present but had no idea what to do with it. It needed to be good. But it needed to be safe.
I lay on my bed rather smug in my guilt. She got me good and I guess I was ok with the level of activity. Except maybe the actually jilling off while I was actually in the room. Yes it was under the table. But I have trouble saying the word masturbation. Let alone admitting it.
The guilt and shame factory was so strong around that word masturbation in Catholic circles. Mind you it was very, very hypocritical with the amount of Priests being caught for abuse of boys. I think it is actually a part of the control method. Lay on guilt, say it’s wrong. Then when the abuse is perpetrated, play the guilt and no one will believe you card. Thus secrets safe.
I thought I would leave Alex hanging for a while. Re how I reacted. I still had pussy juice under my nose and I could smell it. But I left it there. We both had some lines to begin to learn. So I stayed in my room.
It’s harder to read Shakespeare than to say it. The iambic beat is like a heart beat. Our teacher had gone over it early in the week. Lud-thump lud-thump. Say the first syllable quietly and emphasise the second. Although the good actors change this up to make the meaning clearer. Shakespeare himself didn’t always write to the strict form. A lot of the students had never actually read or performed Shakespeare. The bard must be seen, interpreted and acted. Fortunately todays films do such a good job at this.
I listened to my heart which was still pumping from this morning.
‘Oh that this too too sulled flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew. ‘
(Hamlet. Act I scene two.)
So dear reader no apologies. I’m a Shakespeare actor and scholar. So expect some quotes. You might even be tempted to go read the source. This soliloquy I learnt for an exam. That play is the perfect Catholic guilt trip. This speech is the pinnacle. Particularly Sir Lawrence Olivier’s psychological introspective version. I basically copied him in my exam. This verse had been going through my head all that week.
That verse and this one later on in the same speech.
‘ – – – O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:’
I was sunk. My thoughts sunk myself. That is so what I wanted to do. Leap up those stairs post haste into the incest that was wanting me. It was a siren. But it was my loving, caring, precious sister. She was my world. I had crap other to care for.
On the table sat that poisonous container of lust. Seed for the fertile. In reality us guys, we produce so little. I must have had a lot to give last night as it was nearly 10 ml. The container only held 40 ml. I probably needed six good wanks to go close to filling it. But in that 10 mls are millions of swimmers. Millions of eager swimmers wanting to get my sister pregnant. Keen to try their hand at disability roulette.
We had a group read through, that afternoon. It was fun. Particularly being with a bunch of keen students. So much better than a bunch of ignorant bored school kids. We deliberately didn’t sit together. We didn’t want the reputation of being too close so as not to let others in. By now we had our parts assigned. We were assured if you didn’t get a very big part in this play then expect to be a lead in the next. We were going to do four full Shakespeare plays in one year.
Sebastian is a fairly minor part in the play as he’s the missing brother. He basically has a two hander with his friend Antonio. A scene or two with Olivia, and the big reveal at the end. The big aha moment is to have us both on stage at the one time for this. A lot of companies use the same actor for Sebastian and Viola with a slight obliquely seen Sebastian double at the end. So I will be doing a lot of stage hand stuff for a lot of the play.
Also I read for people away on any given day and understudy. Of course I understudy my sister, and she me. It can work both ways. If we were running a long season the director said we would actually do that on alternate weeks. In fact in Elizabethan England girls were not allowed to act, so Viola was always played by a boy. It’s also why there a so few female roles to go around.
We designated Tuesday night as our play watching night. Although Alex was keen to memorialise it as cum what may night. We had the Trevor Nunn 1996 version to watch. Mum was home. But she disappeared to her reading room as, although she was a bit hoiti-toiti, the bard was too much for her taste. Another of life’s hypocrites.
We settled down to watch. On the couch but we kept a reputable distance. Popcorn separated us. It was a fun version. Evocative and sexy, it was set in the twenties when Nazi party uniforms added a darker side. It was the better of the more modern true to text versions we had seen. I think this course actually showed us how we can play with the Bard. His writing has a timeless quality to it.
We had a half time. Alex went to get different nibbles and soft drink. I had a great idea. Dad’s liquor cabinet was next to the TV. So I suggested a shot of whiskey. Or Irish Cream and I offered such to Alexandrina.
Now the cabinet was really out of bounds. It was Dad’s domain but we are Catholic after all. Where was Dad? Buggered if we knew. We hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. More of Dad later in the story. But what mattered is we could grab a wee dram and it not be missed. I actually put the Bottle of Baileys on the top along with two shot glasses and a bottle of Dad’s good single Malt. I then took out the container with my latest collection of spunk. Yes I added to it over the weekend. I filled my glass with the good stuff. Then I was careful that Alex could see exactly what I was doing. Topped the tupperwear up with the good stuff as well. Put on the lid and shook it vigorously. Then decanted it into the other glass.
I did put the evidence of the bottles away. Mum could actually make an appearance. Alex is, shall we say, more than excited.
“Lady shall I lie in your lap?” With that Alex giggles.
“I mean, my head upon your lap?”
“Pity” Alex sighs
“Do you think I meant country matters?”
“I was hoping you did.” Alex pouted.
She knew this scene from Hamlet well. As we did play these parts, Hamlet and Ophelia together at school while doing a play reading.
It embarrassed us both, as one boy spoke aloud the obvious. ‘So you’re telling me, he wants to get between Ophelia’s legs and root her. Yuck that’s ya sister Jake.’ We could have died. The bard was nothing if not bawdy. (Act 3 Scene 2 line 120 if you want to look it up.)
I handed her the Irish Cum and take mine and lay my head in her lap.
I looked up at her and watch as she sipped the mixture. The whiskey is strong so it probably masked the taste a bit.
“Interesting”. she said and with her other hand tussled my hair. “Mm I could get addicted.”
Then Alex took hold of my hair locks at the front, opened her legs a bit and ground the back of my head into her groin as she swallowed the rest. Well I thought she swallowed it. Alex then pulled my head up and kissed me with a full mouth and shotgunned it into mine. We played whiskey hockey until it was consumed.
Fuck it was hot, as was the burn in our throats.
I’m not sure I liked the taste. I certainly had my cum in my mouth. I still had my glass. I had only spilt a little bit. I sat up and held mine up as in a toast.
“Rinse my Lady?”
“No I think I want to keep the taste undiluted”.
So I sculled the shot glass. Put the glasses on the floor and lay my head back down.
“The plays the thing to catch the conscious of a brother. Play on sister.”
She bent to kiss me.
“No the video, or I will need to go back to the recliner.”
Alex contented herself to running her fingertips though my hair.
“My big brothers a very naughty boy. And I mean big.” With that she took a cushion and flipped it onto my groin.
“Cover that monster before I uncover it.”
I groaned. I realised with that I was as hard as steel. I was tenting straight up. I flipped onto my side facing the screen and kept the pillow covering me.
It was very hard to concentrate on the rest of the film. Occasionally Alex would push into my head. Particularly the scene where Viola playing the man, her brother, had to attend to Duke Orsino who was nude in the bath. Also the smells! all I could smell was pure sexed up Alex. So my hard on remained just that.
The movie ended and I lay there wondering how to escape with dignity.
Alex held my head in place. She took out her phone and started to play it where I could not see it.
” I think we had both better go up to our rooms and take care of our horny selves.” She said.
She then moved her phone so I could see it. There I was taking care of my horny self, wanking, in full view in the kitchen…on her phone. She then bolted upright and knocked me to the floor as she did. As she disappeared up the stairs she said, maybe too loud, “Thanks for the spank bank bro.”
I was on the floor groaning things like Fucks and shit and oh shit as I realised I was actually coming as well.
Mums voices floated in from out from the back.
“What’s going on out there? ”
“I just stubbed my toe mum. I’m alright.”
Shit she was still up. I quickly gathered the evidence of the night. Put the cushion over the wet spot Alex had left. I vowed to speak to the girl and make her clean up her mess in the morning.
I dashed up the stairs to clean myself up. The shower was good. But I also had another wank, knowing that Alex was next door making herself cum to a video of me making myself cum. It was too too much for this sulled flesh. My brain was broken once again.
Chapter 4
If Tuesday night was Cum what may Tuesday, then the next morning was get over the Fucking guilty hump Wednesday.
I didn’t sleep that well. The night was filled with regret and seminal fluid nightmares. I was down stairs at the kitchen table with my head buried in my third cup of coffee. My heart was thumping like an iambic thespian on steroids. My mind was crushed in self loathing and lifelong self flagellation.
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