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First Published: 02 November2015

Just an Act!
by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, M/f, M/F, Incest

My grandfather was a super-fit sixty year old man, even at his age he still played tennis against much younger men, he played golf and ran half marathons, I'm sixteen years old now but I guess my story should really start about twelve years ago. If this were a film rather than my creative writing essay the screen would go a little wobbly now to indicate we were entering a flashback scene!

When I was four years old my grandfather was bitten by the acting bug, I was taken to his first night performance in an old British farce so at just four years old I got to watch my grandfather prancing around in front of three hundred people in just his vest and underpants. You could say that it was a little unsuitable for a four year old girl to watch her grandfather spending two hours on stage seducing and flirting with women half his age but to me, I was actually sitting on my grandmother's knee all the way through the performance and she was laughing out loud the whole way through the show and after, when I got to meet the women my grandfather was flirting with I watched my gran congratulating the women on their great acting, I actually saw her kiss each of the other women so to me it all looked to be just 'normal' or 'natural', a kind of everyday situation and for that week it was an everyday thing.

My grandfather was actually a member of two amateur drama groups and because he had such a great body for such an old man he usually ended up playing the 'lothario' character or the 'predatory business man' character and I got to watch him twice a year acting in just his underpants in public.

When I was twelve years old my grandfather turned up out of the blue, he asked me if I had any plans for activities in a fortnight's time, I checked my diary with my grandfather looking over my shoulder, from the next day and for the next four weeks my diary was totally empty. "My God girl, when I was your age my diary was full of dates, either sporting events that I was planning to watch or take part in or dates with girls!"

I looked from my grandfather to my mother, she smiled, "I'm sure Victoria would be very popular with the boys but her father won't allow her to date boys until she's older!"

My grandfather grinned at me and winked, "I'm sure that my parents wouldn't have allowed me date either when I was twelve but I never told them, I found things worked better that way back then. So, what do you say? You've seen me perform often enough now, want to help me out on stage next week?"

I'd never been interested in drama, the only time I ever went to watch a play was when my grandfather was performing so I shook my head, "No thanks gramps, not my cup of tea!"

"Don't be too hasty Vicky, you haven't even asked me what the play is or what part I need your help with."

I pulled a face but shook my head again. He pushed himself away from the back of my chair, "Pity, I would have thought you'd like a chance to be around eight boys between the ages of thirteen and seventeen for a fortnight, I may even be able to convince your father that you're obviously mature enough to handle relationships with boys if he sees you acting with them on stage."

He was at the kitchen door by the time I'd processed what he'd said, "Erm, grandpa, what play are you doing that needs eight boys and a girl?"

He stopped, smiled at my mum before changing his face for one a little more serious and turning to look at me, "Well, the play actually needs nine boys but I can't get the ninth, I wouldn't ask you but if I don't get the ninth boy then the play will have to be called off and a lot of hard work will be wasted and all profits from the play are going to the animal sanctuary, they'll lose out and the poor little animals will suffer if we can't do the play..."

I butted in, "I'm a girl, how can I help?"

"...the thing is Victoria my dear it's all acting, sometimes I have to act that I'm a priest and other times I have to act that I'm a pimp. In this play I'm going to ask you to pretend that you're a boy. We're trying to do a comedy play based on James Hilton's play 'Goodbye Mr. Chips'."

I looked down at the front of my T-shirt, I didn't have a full packet down there but amongst my peers at school I had the largest breasts for my year, "Erm gramps, I could be a world class actor but I'd still have a small problem, well, two small problems actually!"

"Don't worry about that, we'll have the wardrobe mistress bind you up with crepe bandages, you'll look like a boy when you have your costume on and we'll sort your hair out with Brilliantine, at that time boys often had long hair that was plastered down with perfumed pomade, the kind of boys that went to public school back then were more vain that any girl is today."

He pulled a sheaf of 'A-four' pages stapled in the top left corner from his back pocket; they were a little rolled up but still easily readable. "Your lines are highlighted, I'm sorry that you won't have very long to read it all but we need to read through it all in just two days time so it would be great if you could start right away!"

"But, but I still haven't agreed!"

My mum smiled at me, "You will, I know it, grandpa knows it and you know it too. He used the magic word and it wasn't please it was boys! But if you need a little sweetener why don't you insist on a present for giving up two weeks of your holidays for him!"

"Like what mum?"

"I'm sure that there will be a pop concert coming up that your grandfather will be only too happy to get you tickets for and even be your chauffeur and chaperone for the evening!"

I looked over to my grandfather, he looked a little pissed at my mum but I guess that was just an act, he was a great actor, in the end he just smiled at me and nodded his head, "You drive a hard bargain Victoria but you have a deal."

I started reading the play straight after dinner; the jokes written into the play were a little lame, telegraphed and very old hat but my ten lines were easy to remember and two days later when I got picked up by my grandfather I could remember all of the play and all of my lines and cues. The read through was at the village hall that we would be performing in, we were all shown the space that we would be performing in. It was just a large empty room, they hadn't even built up the stage but the seats were laid out as they would be on our first night.

I got to chat with the other boys, two were a little effeminate, they seemed to be more in love with each other than looking for a girl to have fun with but the other six were very sweet and flirted with me a lot, we all had a great big laugh about the fact that we'd all be playing schoolboys together, me having bumps in my blouse and long ginger hair in loose ringlets I was about as far away from looking like a boy as it was possible to get, I'd even accentuated the difference by wearing high heels and a pencil skirt as well as more makeup than my father would have liked to catch me wearing.

We went through to the back room of the hall to sit in a circle and read our parts. There was no actual acting, the director just wanted to hear us reading our lines to see that we all knew our lines, he would be giving directions, getting us to express feelings and emotions, pace ourselves and think about positions. We were given refreshments and all sat around talking, the set designer was running through the simple set, the play called for Mr. Chips to be introduced to the school as a new teacher and then a swift change of scene into the classroom and all the way through the play we would be either in the classroom or the hall.

I was eves-dropping on the conversation between my grandfather, the director and the set designer, I heard "We'll need wing curtains and flats so the actors can come and go from the changing rooms..."

My grandfather butted in with "We only have the one changing room, we'll all have to muck in together and the door is in the middle of the wall so we'll need a back cloth to hide the comings and goings as well."

"...I think we may have bitten off more than we can chew, I can build the proscenium arch, the wings and the curtains but to hang a backcloth and paint it as well will take much longer than we have."

My grandfather joined me at my table, the wardrobe mistress was measuring the eight boys for their school uniforms, wing collars, waistcoats, tail coats and grey trousers with narrow black pinstripes, even the school tie had to be specially made, the wardrobe mistress was going to have to bind my breasts before she measured me so I was just waiting patiently for her to finish the boys off.

I turned my script over and did a doodle of a sketch, "Grandpa, I was thinking, everything is taking part in the school hall or the classroom, just two rooms, do we really need to enter the stage through the wings? We could use the door from the changing room as the classroom door as well as the door into the hall. Perhaps the classroom wall could be fixed to the backs of the seats behind the desks, painted white or cream for the classroom and wood panel effect on the other side, we can just turn the desks around and go from classroom to hall in a few moments."

My grandfather ruffled my hair, "I thought you were only here for the boys! I'm going to go and speak to Greg and Duncan, I won't tell them that the scenery is your idea but don't get mad at me, I'll make it up to you later."

He grinned at me and wandered off to but in on the conversation between the director and set designer, he blew on his cup of tea and I heard him say, "I've just had this idea to try and simplify the stage dressing..."

That was all I heard, I was called over to the corner of the room, the wardrobe mistress had a screen set up to give me a little privacy, the boys didn't seem to care one little bit, they had all stripped down to their underpants to try on the trousers that were already in the wardrobe, five boys were actually the right size for trousers they already had. Behind the screen I took my blouse and bra off while Sarah, the wardrobe mistress took a broad crepe bandage and started to wrap my chest up tightly.

Grandpa walked behind the screen just as Sarah was starting to bind me up, he got an eyeful of my bare breasts and smiled as Sarah quickly wrapped me up, "We'll still need wings because the first scene is calling the boys onto the stage to meet their new teacher, unless you have any more brilliant ideas how we could get around that little problem?"

I thought about it a little while Sarah was measuring me up, "What about the way we would do it for real at school, we would all be sitting where the audience is going to be sitting, the nine of us could be out in the room, spread out, the head master could call out our names and we could just...we'd need to be covered in some way, an over coat or something, we could slip the coat off, stand up, call out, 'Here sir', pick up our top hats from under our seats and walk through the audience and up onto the stage!"

Grandpa leaned in and kissed me, it felt really strange to me, I'd seen my grandfather in just his underpants hundreds of times but this was the first time he had seen me topless and now he had just kissed me while I was just covered with a thin band of crepe bandages, it gave me Goosebumps all over my body and that didn't go unnoticed by my grandfather.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Sarah checking off her list of costumes already in stock, "Well at least you're easy Victoria, I actually have a full costume that will fit you without any alterations."

Sarah went off to the rack of clothes in bags, while she was away one of the older boys moved into a position where he could see me behind the screen, I was just stepping out of my skirt when I spotted him taking a sneaky peek at me, Sarah clipped him around the ear, "You know better than that Paul, we all have to trust each other when we're stuck without proper changing rooms."

Paul was sixteen, as close to being a grown man as you could get without actually being classed as a man, when Sarah clipped his ear for him he blushed and mumbled, "Sorry mum!"

Sarah handed me the trousers, "I'm sorry about Paul, ever since his sixteenth birthday he's been desperate to try out..." Sarah stopped mid-sentence, she blushed slightly, looked over her shoulder at her son, he had moved slightly but could still see me as I pulled the school trousers up, "...sorry, you know what is allowed to happen at sixteen but you have a while before you'll get those pressures!"

I pulled on the shirt, the sleeves looked like they were meant to be for a shirt five times larger than my size, I looked confused, the shirt had long tails at the front and back which reached down to my knees, "You'll need a belt and suspenders."

"Do I really need to wear stockings and suspenders? I'm supposed to be playing a boy!"

"Not that kind of suspender, for the sleeves, the fashion of the time was for long and baggy sleeves that had to be held back by suspenders, the tails at the front and back were because boys didn't wear underpants, the shirt tails were tucked between the boy's legs to cover all of the boy's parts inside his trousers."

The rest of the clothes were straight forward, I had expected a bowtie to go with the wing collar but apparently they wore something more like a cravat, authentic apart from the Velcro tabs at the back of the thin band that ran around the neck so the tie could be put on in a flash instead of spending ages folding and tying the knot. I was taken to Greg, the director and he fussed over the way my tail coat hung, "Can we get hold of a little more of the necktie material to make up flamboyant pocket kerchiefs to go in the top pockets..." he pulled my hair tight behind my head, "...remember to slick her hair down at least once before opening night so we're sure that her hair looks right and chains for the pocket watches even if we don't have enough watches for all the boys."

He held me at arm's length and smiled at me, "You look great Victoria, the only thing out of place is your hair at the moment. Take everything off, make sure that it all goes into a suit bag with your name on it and hand it over to Sarah so it can all be cleaned and pressed ready for next week."

Paul stood at the edge of the screen as I undressed and hung everything on the coat hanger, I ended up standing in just my knickers and crepe bandage as Paul stood making small talk, he froze a little when I got down to just panties and bandage, I gave him a strange or quizzical look, "I'd have thought that you'd be used to all this...sharing grubby changing rooms at the back of church halls with women and girls?"

"No, sorry I'm staring; this is my first go at acting."

"Really, I thought you were great, very professional, you were the best at the read through earlier!"

"I've had the script for four weeks and my dad's been drumming it into my head with a lump hammer."

"Does your father have a role in the play?"

"He did until Ron agreed to be the headmaster so my dad could concentrate on being the director. How long have you been reading for the part?"

"My granddad only asked me to do it two days ago."

"You must be a natural to learn the whole play in just two days."

Sarah joined me as I finished fastening my skirt, she unclipped the safety pin holding the crepe bandage taut across my chest, "I'm sure that Victoria doesn't need your help right now Paul!"

Paul looked really disappointed that his mother was sending him away just as my breasts were starting to pop back out into the changing room but he did turn away. Paul was replaced at the edge of the screen by my grandfather just as I became totally topless again and as I started to sort out the straps on my bra he was telling me that both of my ideas had been very well received by Greg and Duncan, we're going to have a quick brainstorm through how it could work in a few minutes, see how everyone feels about it.

I'm not sure if I was panicking about the way my grandfather was looking at me as I struggled to get into my bra or if I were excited by it and when he took over fastening the clasp in the back-strap a shiver ran through my body. Greg was calling everyone to the circle of chairs to start talking through the changes I'd suggested, I had just finished slipping my arms through the sleeves of my blouse when my grandfather took my elbow and guided me out into the main room as I rushed to button the front. Three of the boys were watching me like a hawk as the expanse of flesh disappeared behind floral patterned nylon.

Paul hovered until my grandpa and I sat down and then he rushed to sit beside me. Greg outlined my idea and it got a good reception, for the actors, we would have to become stagehands and learn to carefully but quickly reset the stage before running off to the changing room to get ready for the next act. Sarah suddenly brought up one problem, one scene was set in the hall, the boys would be doing PE, "We'll have a problem with Victoria, the vest and shorts worn back then will show off the bandaging around Victoria's breasts."

There was a moment of silence until I raised my hand, "Well, at my school we often have kids who don't take part in PE or games lessons; usually we get to count reps or measure jumps and things like that."

There was a small explosion of sound and the outcome, I'd hand the teacher a doctor's note, Greg began to rapidly rewrite a few scenes around explaining my illness, my five lines of dialogue expanded to ten and suddenly it was ten o'clock and Greg was thanking us all for our help and input and asking us all to return in two days time for another rehearsal, we would have the stage set up by then but not the desks so we could explore the size of our workspace and how we could react to each other in that space.

The amended script was delivered the next day so I had time to read through and relearn my extended part before the second rehearsal. The stage had been built, fifteen interlocking blocks like huge Lego pieces a meter square and half a meter high in three rows of five with a single block a quarter of a meter high in the centre to act as a step. There was a lectern, looked like it had been borrowed from the local church, placed just to the side of the lower block.

The nine of us were 'salted' amongst the area of seating that would be the audience, a short discussion went on, all of us were bringing family to the opening night and on that evening we would all start out sitting with our own families but on the other evenings we would just be amongst total strangers.

My grandfather was dressed in his headmaster's uniform, mortar board and gown, he entered the stage from the changing room, walked quickly to the lectern with his gown ballooning out behind him, before he reached the lectern he pointed to a blank space, "Fortescue Minor, are you chewing in my assembly boy? ~No buts boy, swallow it or spit it out and report to my study before lunch for punishment."

My grandfather went through his monologue grasping the side of the lectern and occasionally pacing away from the safety of the stand with his lines resting on it, after five minutes of school news loosely masquerading as jokes he led us all in the Lord's Prayer and after the 'A-men' he carried on, "Some of you may remember at the end of last term the unfortunate incident of the exploding dustbin during prep, this term we have managed to secure the services of Mr. Crisp to look after the more unruly element of the student body, Mr. Crisp was in charge of education aboard H.M.P Parkhurst on the Isle of Wight, let's hope that he has more success than his predecessor Mr. Banks and remember, you can still send cards or flowers to the hospital for Mr. Banks to wish him well as he will be in the hospital for some time to come."

There was a pause as my grandfather looked around the room in a dark scowl, then his face seemed to lighten as he looked to the back of the auditorium, "Ah, there you are Mr. Crisp, please come and join me on the stage so I can introduce you to the school."

Ben Parker was playing Mr. Crisp, in the script he was listed as Simon Aluitious, the Viscount Crisp and all that was just so they could weave in a joke about salt and vinegar crisps. I didn't like to mention to anyone that flavoured crisps didn't appear until the nineteen sixties, a full fifty years after our play was supposed to be set.

Ben was also wearing a mortar board and gown and as he walked swiftly towards the stage he looked a little like Batman. He stepped up onto the stage, shook hands with my grandfather and then took a seat behind him at the lectern.

"Before you boys make your way to your first lessons I need the following boys to join me on the stage to meet your new teacher. Benson Jnr."

I was a little lost until Paul leaned over and prodded me in the back and I jumped to my feet, "Here sir!"

I started to make my way down to the front of the stage and shook hands with Ben and then just stood there while the other eight boys were all called out to join us until all nine of us were standing in a line across the stage behind my grandfather.

"Take a good look at your fellow students standing before you here today, their class will be called the 'Ignominia' class, it is the duty of every student in this hallowed hall today to report any breach of discipline carried out by any of these boys to either myself or Mr. Crisp. Now, hurry along to your classrooms as quickly and quietly as possible please gentlemen."

Greg stepped in at this point, "Right, that took twelve and a half minutes for act one but good work everyone."

I was very embarrassed; my daydreaming had cost at least a minute of that time so I felt the need to apologise. "I'm sorry Greg; I'll be more on the ball next time."

"No way Vicky, I got a feeling of realism, you'd just had an eight minute monologue from your headmaster and then the prayer, you'd definitely be bored and daydreaming, I want to write that into the script as well, what we need is for someone, probably not Paul, maybe Tony, he could sit two rows in front of you and throw a ball of paper at you or something to wake you up."

Emma, the props lady piped in, "I have a lightweight paper mache cricket ball, it looks really realistic, you know, a boy might not have a sheet of paper to ball up in assembly but he could have a cricket ball in his pocket!"

Greg was impressed, then he had another idea, "Emma, can you get me a tape of choral music, I need a hymn playing as the audience settle into their seats, the hymn could end as Ron walks through the door onto the stage, make it look like Ron's arriving at the end of the assembly."

We ran through the second, third and fourth scenes and each act was timed and added to the running total, then we had a break and a drink and biscuit again, we were all in the back room and Sarah had school uniforms for the boys to try on. There wasn't a single hesitation, all eight boys stripped down to their underpants, Paul's face suddenly turned bright red as he looked over at me, his tight 'Y-front' underpants did nothing to hide the bone that suddenly sprang up inside. He was embarrassed because I was watching him but even more so when he had to face his mother with a huge porker in his pants.

The boys all finished dressing and they really looked the part of turn of the century public school boys, Paul came and sat next to me, "You were no help you know that don't you?"

"What? What the hell are you on about?"

"You, if you hadn't been looking at me like that, if you hadn't licked your lips when I accidently popped out I wouldn't have got so hard, my mother gave me a right bollocking, she told me I need to get 'IT' out of my system before opening night!"

"I didn't see you 'pop out' and I can't remember licking my lips unless it was to get the sugar from the biscuit off of them..." I giggled, "...but I did see your boner in your pants, everyone did."

"God don't remind me, and I had to go to my mum like that, sooooo embarrassing, no wonder she told me off. Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

I almost choked, "What?"

"If you like, we could go out together, like tomorrow, because of the school holidays they are running an early film at the 'flea-pit', the cinema will be full of kids but it would be somewhere that we could go together."

"My dad won't let me date; I think I'm going to have to wait another ten years before he'll let me have a boyfriend!"

"But what..."

Paul was cut short by Greg calling us all back out onto the stage so that we could rehearse scenes five, six and seven. Without any actual changing of scenery or stage dressing the elapsed time for the play was ninety minutes, so Greg estimated that it would take something like two hours in total which was just about on the limit for the church hall, we all had to be out at ten o'clock each evening and we were due to start at seven thirty with a thirty minute intermission.

As we were all gathering our stuff together under the watchful eyes of the caretaker waiting to lock the building up, Paul offered to carry one of the clothing hampers out to his parent's van, it was one of the large wicker basket type of things with leather straps to fasten it closed, Paul tried to lift it but couldn't so he asked me to help him. We carried it between us, actually, I realised straight off that Paul was messing about as the hamper didn't really need the two of us to carry it. We lifted it into the back of the van, Paul asked me to help him drag it right to the front of the van, we pushed it up against the back of the driver's seat and Paul grabbed me, pushed me against the hamper and kissed me.

I was trying to push him away but he held me tight, he was pushing his hips against my belly, rocking from side to side so I could feel his erection pressing into my belly through our clothes. Sarah dropped another of the hampers onto the back of the van, Paul jumped away from me, "Stash this one on top of the other hamper Paul, make sure that they are both tied in properly and don't let her grandfather catch you!"

Paul lifted the hamper on top of the one he just had me pushed up against and then he kissed me again, he was just grabbing a hand full of my right breast through my blouse when his father dropped a pile of hat boxes onto the back of the van, "Make sure nothing heavy goes on top of the hats Paul."

My grandfather put another box of clothes on the floor of the van and asked me if I was ready to go. I gave Paul an awkward look; I really wanted to kiss him again before I said good night but I was embarrassed because my grandfather was watching us, it had come as a shock when Paul grabbed my tit, the boys my own age would never have dared be so forward or adventurous with a girl, I said a coy, "Good night." to Paul before dropping out of the back of the van and into my grandfather's arms.

My head was in a spin all the way home remembering the kisses, the feeling of Paul's cock pressing against my belly and then the feeling of his hand on my breast through my blouse and bra. In bed, dressed in just my knickers and thin summer nighty I relived it all again, I brushed my fingertips over my belly where Paul's cock had pressed into me, I lifted the front of my nighty and felt my breast the way he had felt it, then I pushed my hand down the front of my panties, I was soaking wet between my legs and my pleasure button was all swollen and sensitive. My index finger brushed over my button gently just three times before I gasped into a small orgasm.

I pulled my knickers off and dragged my spare pillow down the bed, I rolled onto the pillow, placed my knee over it, I was so swollen inside that my pleasure spot was actually rubbing against the pillow as I rocked my thighs against it. I'd humped my pillow before in my pre-sleep daydreams but it had never felt like this before, and for the first time in my life I gave myself a second orgasm just from rubbing myself against my pillow.

I'm not sure exactly what time I fell asleep but it was the first time I'd actually fallen asleep while still humping myself against my pillow. I woke briefly, it was light outside but then at this time of the year it gets light around four o'clock in the morning, I heard music from the kitchen and voices before falling back asleep.

My mother called me at ten o'clock, I didn't bother with my knickers, they were still on the floor where I'd thrown them the night before, I shuffled through to the toilet, took my early morning pee, washed my hands and headed down to the living room. As I walked through the door I saw my reflection in the mirror over the fire place, my hair looked like a Picasso Dandelion head, I must have worked up quite a sweat before I finally fell asleep humping against my pillow the night before, then I realised that my mother wasn't alone in the living room. I watched as my alabaster face turned redder than my ginger hair as I realised that Paul was sitting on the sofa next to my mother.

I just stood there frozen to the spot, I could see myself reflected in the mirror, my thin nighty almost transparent, I could see the darker pink around my nipples through my blouse as well as the faint ginger triangle covering my pubic mound. I just stood there frozen to the spot, my mother stood up and blocked my view of myself in the mirror, "I'll get your toast and juice for breakfast Vicky, would you like some toast too Paul?"

"Oh! I'd love some toast please Mrs. Clark."

My mother smiled at Paul and then she smiled at me as she left the room and went through into the kitchen. My feet were glued to the floor, I wanted to run for it, run up to my bedroom and get some clothes on that would show less of my naked body and my damned hair, I looked like a puppet from the Muppet show, I desperately needed to drag a brush through my hair, suddenly my view of myself in the mirror was blocked off again but this time it was Paul standing in front of me.

Paul grabbed me and planted his lips on mine, his right hand pressed against my ribs and his left hand grabbed my right breast, the heat from his hands transferred instantly through my thin nighty, his right hand slipped down from my ribs and onto my bum and he pulled my belly into his body against his erection but because all I was wearing was my nighty and all he had on were football shorts his cock felt far bigger and a lot hotter against my belly. My mother cleared her throat in the doorway from the kitchen, "Your toast is ready!"

I was still frozen to the spot but Paul jumped away from me, it was a good job that my left side was towards my mum, I don't think she would have been so calm if she had seen Paul groping my tit through my thin nighty. Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him into the kitchen. My mum had put two plates with two slices of toast on each and two glasses of orange juice, both side by side on the same side of the kitchen table.

The kettle was on and the water coming to the boil, my mum opened the fridge door and found that there was no milk for her cup of coffee. Usually my mum would ask me to run to the shops for her to get more milk but she looked at Paul and me sitting there eating toast and drinking juice, "I'll be straight back, behave yourselves you two."

My mum grabbed her handbag and left through the back door, I heard her talking to the woman next door in the front garden and Paul suddenly launched himself at me, the front of my nighty was instantly up under my chin and Paul was kissing me as his hands explored all over the front of my body, he grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his cock, he was still covered by his shorts as I squeezed his cock but he wasn't covered for long, he pulled his shorts down right under my hand and soon I was feeling his hot rod in the flesh.

There was a whirlwind of kisses and rubbing fingers as Paul explored almost every inch of my body. Before I knew it he had pulled me out of my seat and over onto his knee, he pushed his cock back as he pulled my body down on top of it. I heard my mum offer to fetch the lady next door a pint of milk from the shop and then there was silence, my mother could be heading for the shops or she could be coming back to pick up her shopping bag. Paul's cock was right at the opening to my pussy, I suddenly came to my senses and jumped up, "You can't do that, you could make me pregnant!"

"You're too young to get pregnant!"

"Damned right I am but I'm old enough to get pregnant if I'm not careful."

Paul pushed me against the edge of the table, "If I can't do you can I at least have a hand with this..." Paul placed my hand on his erection again "...help me to get off please."

I started rubbing Paul's cock as he did the same for me. When I did it to myself I was really gentle with myself so as I did it to Paul I was just as gentle, he, on the other hand wasn't nearly as gentle with my genitalia. He was kissing my breasts, biting my nipples, sucking them deep into his mouth and at the same time rubbing my magic button really hard. I was gasping and my body jerking uncontrollably as I had feelings I'd never experienced at my own hand in my life before, I was so out of control that I was losing grip of his cock.

"Rub me harder Vicky, grip it tighter!"

Paul eased off rubbing on my clit and buried two fingers deep into my body just finger fucking me gently so I was able to get a good grasp of his cock. It didn't take me many seconds to get Paul off, just as he let fly he leaned back and looked down at his cock as his own personal eruption splashed down all over my stomach and dribbled into the few hairs guarding the opening to my body. Paul pulled his fingers out of my pussy and scrapped the side of his hand through his spunk covering my belly, he gathered up as much as he could and then began wiping it all over my tits, "Supposed to be good for the complexion!"

I just rested there, my bum against the edge of the table watching Paul's cock shrink down until it was little bigger than my clitoris as he used both hands to massage spunk into my breasts. My mother cleared her throat, she was standing in the utility room looking through the open kitchen door, "Paul, would you be a dear please and run this bottle of milk round to the lady at number five for me, tell her not to bother about the money, I'll sort everything out later in the week."

I had no idea what my mother had seen, my back was to her and Paul had used my body to screen himself as he pulled the front of his shorts up and as he walked around the table I allowed my nighty to fall over my body, the front stuck a little on my spunk covered breasts but I managed to shake it down properly before my mother reached my side of the table. I was blushing wildly once again and it wasn't helped when my mother leaned in to kiss my cheek, she sniffed and pulled a face at the musky smell pervading my whole body.

"You need a shower dear, you smell a little ripe!"

I was about to duck under her arm but she caught hold of my elbow, "Don't fall for Paul too hard, he's really far too old for you, he'll have his fun with you for now but it will be just practice for when he plucks up the courage to go after a girl closer to his own age."

I hit the bathroom and was getting the water up to the right temperature, I heard footsteps on the stairs and then my mother's voice outside the bathroom, "Victoria is in here, there's no lock on the bathroom door so try not to walk in on her while she's showering, you can wait for her in her bedroom, I'll put some music on for you on her player."

I was confused, my dad didn't want me to even talk to boys and yet here was my mother giving Paul almost encouragement to watch me taking a shower, I stripped off my nighty, shook my head at the inconsistency of my parents and stepped under the cascading water. I heard the music, heard the footsteps on the stairs as my mother headed back down to the living room, before the living room door closed I heard the bathroom door open and a very naked Paul stepped under the shower with me.

"What the fuck are you doing, my mother could come back at any moment, get out, you're mental you are!"

"When I got back from the woman next door your mother asked me if I had any condoms, I shook my head and she gave me a box of ten condoms and told me she'd kill me if I got you pregnant, I think she's happy that I'm in here with you, she even gave me a towel from the cupboard on the landing."

Yep, it was official; my mother was seriously screwed up!

It was about the most fun thing in the world to take a shower with a boy, well, probably not as much fun as what we'd done in the kitchen a few minutes earlier or what we would probably do later in my bedroom now that my mother had given Paul the green light and a large box of condoms to play with.

It was actually all very adult and sophisticated, we played in the waterfall, washed each other thoroughly, that was a little childish but once we stepped out from under the water we acted very grown-up, we wrapped each other in towels, we held hands as we walked from the bathroom to my bedroom, Paul gave me a smile when he saw my spare pillow taking the place of a boy in my bed. He picked it up and sniffed at it, "Your smell on this pillow is very sweet, how often do you fuck it?"

I punched Paul on his arm, snatched the pillow from his hands and threw it to the top of the bed. Then we turned into adults, we just talked under the strains of my music player as we dried each other, once we were dry we just lay around on my bed totally naked for an hour, I didn't hear my mother but I spotted her out in the hallway, she had a tray of sandwiches and crisps in her hand and she put it on the floor in the hallway and smiled at me as she backed away from my bedroom.

"What's up Vicky, you look like you've just seen a ghost!"

"Next best thing, my mum was out on the landing, she's brought us some lunch, she saw us like this and just left our food out there."

"I told you that your mum was cool with us being together."

We ate our sandwich lunch on the bed as if it were a picnic without the ants and as soon as Paul finished his food he grinned at me, waved a foil wrapped condom in my face, "Can I use one of these and fuck you now?"

"Would it bother you if I said I'd rather wait a little longer before I let you do that to me?"

"It will, I'd rather fuck you but if you really don't want to fuck, how about giving me a blow job?"

"Never done one of them before!"

"I'll bet that when you wanked me earlier in the kitchen that was probably your first time too."

I nodded my head.

"Come on, I'll tell you what to do, just remember, even a bad blowjob is better than no blowjob at all!"

It felt very strange to have a boy's cock in my mouth, felt even stranger to be given blow by blow instructions on what to do to make it feel better for Paul. Okay, both were strange but nowhere close to as strange as the taste in my mouth when Paul actually finished off in my mouth. The actual taste didn't get through initially because Paul went a little crazy as he closed in on his orgasm, I was about to pull my mouth away from his cock and tell him not to cum in my mouth but just before I was about to do it Paul rolled over trapping my head under his body and he began fucking my mouth, I was choking slightly just as he flooded my mouth so there was probably a little of my own bile in my mouth as well as Paul's semen.

Paul apologised profusely as I got over the assault on my throat and by way of making things up to me he turned his body and did for me what I had just done for him, driving me crazy with his mouth for forty minutes, he was still working hard between my legs when... "You two had better get dressed; Ron is coming over to pick you up to take you to rehearsals!"

...my eyes flashed open and my mother just stood there watching Paul working my pussy as if his life depended on it, he rolled away leaving my body totally exposed, my cunt lips wide open, my inner flower bright red from the blood drawn in to it by Paul's hard work. I wanted to cover myself, wanted to hide my body but I was so totally drained by my exhausting work out that I just lay there.

My mother picked up the box of condoms, she counted the nine still in the box and then spotted one condom on my bed still wrapped up, "Well, I have to say, you two have more self-control than I had when I was your age, when my mother did the same thing for me and my boyfriend we'd used three of them in the first hour. You'd probably be better if you kept most of them here in Vicky's drawer, just pop one or two into your wallet Paul but don't keep them in there for too long without using them, they don't last as long in your wallet as they do in the box."

Grandpa was like a grinning fool as he drove me and Paul to the village hall, Paul had slipped into the front passenger seat and I was in the back behind Paul, my grandfather just kept looking from Paul to me as he drove along. Paul jumped out as soon as we arrived in the village hall car park and went to help his mum and dad unload the van, my grandpa stopped me going over to help, "I hope that you didn't mind me telling your mum about you and Paul."

"What do you mean?"

"I told your mother that I'd seen you and Paul making out in the back if his father's old van, you know, I watched as he fondled your breasts while you guys were kissing. When Paul rang me this morning to ask if I thought it would be okay for him to go over to see you at home I phoned your mum and put her in the picture, then I phoned Paul back and told him that your mother would be cool with him popping round to see you."

I kissed him, "Thanks gramps, I may have to change your entry on my family tree from 'grumpy grandpa' to 'the greatest grandpa in the world' if you're not careful!"

"I have to say that I had hoped that you'd fall in love with me if we spent a lot of time together, it was lovely seeing you the other day in just your sexy little knickers."

I punched my grandfather's arm, "Don't be silly, you're my grandpa, we're related, we couldn't..."

The look on my grandfather's face changed, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. "...oh! I guess that we could...I mean, there would be nothing to stop...God, shall I stop digging now before I get in too deep?"

He nodded his head, "I've been flirting with you a lot but you never even noticed, Paul comes along and grows a third leg in front of you and you fall head over heels in love with him."

There was an embarrassed silence between us for a few minutes then my grandfather said, "If you'd rather I stopped flirting with you just say the word, I'm sure that you'll be very happy with Paul as your lover!"

I was shocked and confused, things were happening around me fast, things were changing and my head was starting to spin. I hadn't realised that my grandfather had been flirting with me but I could remember how often in the past few days that I'd been covered in Goosebumps quite a few days as we had been working closely together on the play but I hadn't really put it down to my grandfather's flirting and thinking about it, I had quite liked the attention my grandfather had been heaping on me over the past few days.

"No, I wouldn't say that you should stop flirting with me, you flirt with everyone but I also like what Paul and I are doing together as well, so looks like you'll have to just share me a little!"

We grinned at each other and he ruffled my hair again as we walked into the hall. Duncan had one of the desks finished, he was just screwing it to the stage, the desk, seat and section of wall were all fixed onto a round metal plate that he was screwing down so that it could rotate easily., he was really pleased with his work, "I've set it up so that it will stop in two positions, classroom and hall, everyone will be able to turn their desks easily in just a few seconds."

We ran through the play from the beginning, only one of us had an actual desk but we all got a chance to try turning it between scenes. We took our break at the right time, Paul dragged me out to his father's van and we made-out for twenty minutes, we masturbated each other again, I had several orgasms and I gave Paul one massive orgasm but this time his seed went all over the floor of the van instead of over me or down my throat.

Grandpa drove me home after the rehearsal; he stopped on the edge of our village, "Want to make out for ten minutes?"

I turned in my seat and smiled at him, we just kissed for twenty minutes while my grandfather asked me all about what Paul and I had been getting up too, he was surprised to hear that we hadn't actually fucked yet but happy when I told him that I'd sucked Paul's cock.

"When I bring you home tomorrow would you suck my cock for me too?"

I thought about it for a few seconds, then I nodded my head, "I will just as long as you don't push it too far in, Paul made me choke and I think I was a little sick as well when he got carried away."

Grandpa shook my hand, "Deal, just a simple suck for the first time."

Because I was home from rehearsals so late I went straight to bed, as I walked past my mum and dad something looked a little out of place and smelled out of place too, they were both sitting watching TV wearing just their dressing gowns and the smell was like the way I smelled earlier after Paul rubbed his semen all over my breasts. As I started going up the stairs I heard my mum giggle and looked back just as my dad pulled the front of my mother's dressing gown open and did a quick dive between her legs the way that Paul did to me after hurting my throat earlier in the day and my mum giggled again as she arched her back off of the sofa and wriggled her body around so that my dad could get his mouth between her legs more easily.

I had never seen my parents sitting around the house wearing so few clothes, they weren't even the kind of people to wear bikinis or trunks unless they were in a swimming pool and I had never seen any form of affection greater than a quick peck on the cheek and I'd just seen my father go down on my mother just a few hours after I discovered the act for myself. They were married and they had to have had sex to make me but in my whole life I'd never been aware of them actually doing it. I stripped off, picked up my nighty and then put it down again, last night I had slept without my knickers on for the first time and now, I was going to try sleeping without my nighty or knickers on but I'd keep it close at hand just in case I needed it in a hurry.

I would usually fall asleep within seconds of turning my lights out, well, unless I was feeling the way I had felt the night before but that usually only took a few minutes and once I'd run through my buzz I would fall asleep, last night was unusual because I actually fell asleep while actually taking my pleasure for the first time. Before I had the chance to fall asleep I heard my mum and dad running, and I do mean running up the stairs, my mum squealed and giggled on the landing before they tumbled through their bedroom door.

I pushed myself up and looked at my bedroom door, I heard the springs on my parent's bed like grade one violin players practicing for the first time. I heard my mum whisper "No, not that hole, you hurt me too much doing it that way!"

My mum's voice hadn't come from the direction of my door it had come through the wall, I had never heard my parents talking in their bedroom before and I couldn't believe that I could hear even a whisper from my mother, my parents had often complained that the walls in the house were paper thin, usually after I'd listened to one of my records at 'normal' volume in my bedroom... "I've got some sachets of lubricant in my top drawer, it won't hurt you so much this time if I use some of it, it'll feel better for me than using a condom in the other hole!"

I was starting to get confused a little... "Okay but if I say stop then you get to use a condom in my cunt like it or not!"

"I'll be very gentle, I'll take my time it won't hurt you as much as last time I promise."

Things were starting to jell in my mind, my mother gasped in pain, "Slowly!"

There were a few groans and then the sound of the bed springs, just one jangle of tortured phosphor bronze rubbing across more tortured phosphor bronze, a pause, "How was that?"

"Pull out and use more lubricant but it wasn't too bad."

I knew biology, I was twelve years old, we had done the human reproductive system, seen the 'cut-away' diagrams of the human body, there was another single chord in the bed symphony, "How was that?"

"Okay, that didn't hurt too much but go steady!"

I smiled as the second single chord sounded, my dad wasn't performing vaginal intercourse on my mother and the fact that I could hear my mother whispering "Oh God, oh God," over and over again she obviously wasn't performing oral sex on my father so that left only one other route for my father's cock to enter her body and the whole 'safely fucking without a condom' thing came into focus, my dad was fucking my mum up her bum-hole. The sounds of the bedsprings were speeding up, coming more frequently and sounding louder. My mother started gasping and panting, then my father growled and he gasped for air. The sound of the springs was continuous until my father gasped and then there were just five single chords and the sound of my father breathing heavily.

I couldn't believe that the walls were so thin that I could hear my father and mother breathing heavily and that I could separate out the sounds of both of them.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, I had thought about giving my own little magic button a rub but after hearing my parents breathing beginning to regularise through the paper thin wall I talked myself out of taking that route. I woke momentarily at six thirty, the sounds of squeaking bedsprings only lasted a few seconds, my father gasped and then I heard him walking down the stairs, I woke again at seven thirty when he drove his car off of the drive, the radio was still on in the kitchen and I heard my mother washing the pots in the kitchen sink before falling back to sleep.

There was a mini earthquake in my bed and something slithered under my neck, then I was dragged backwards and felt something slither between my thighs, "Can I fuck you today please?"

"What are you doing in my bed Paul?"

"Your mum said it would be okay for me to come up and join you."

"What, she said it would be okay for you to get into my bed with me?"

"Well, she actually said I could come up and join you in your bedroom but close enough for me!"

Paul was rubbing his cock back and forth between my thighs, I didn't feel that I was ready for the whole first fuck thing even though I'd already done so much with Paul already and after what I heard the night before between my mum and dad there were other things we could do without my actually losing my precious virginity too soon.

"Can we just keep to doing stuff that falls short of you actually fucking me in my pussy?"

"Well okay for now but eventually I'm going to want to do the real thing with you."

I settled down to the feeling of Paul's cock rubbing back and forth between the soft flesh between my thighs, I could tell that he was close to shooting off so I put my hand between my legs and rubbed the crown of his cock as it peeped out beyond my thighs and I caught his load in the palm of my hand.

Paul and I fell asleep spooning together and didn't wake up again until my mother shook my shoulder, Paul was uncovered and was laying on his back, as he slept his cock was actually waving about like a flagpole waving in a high wind. My mother checked my bin and whispered, "You still a virgin?"

I nodded my head, "Why? I thought I'd given you enough hints that I thought you were ready to start having sex."

"I don't think I'm really ready to have full sex yet!"

"Oh dear, I think your grandfather is going to be very disappointed."

"Why?"

"Well, I think he had plans to be a little more than just a grandfather to you."

My mother had moved out of my bedroom and into hers, I managed to slip out of Paul's grasp without waking him and I followed her into her room closing her door to get as much privacy as was possible in our house made out of paper.

"Yes, we talked about that, I have offered to give him oral sex tonight on our way back from rehearsals but I told him that I wasn't ready for full sex yet."

"Well, when you do get round to having sex with your grandfather you'll find he's a very good lover and there's a lot of life left in the old dog yet. What about Paul though, do you think it's fair on him to keep leading him on but not letting him have his fun?"

"We could always do it the way that you and dad did it last night!"

My mum opened her bedroom door and looked at Paul lying on my bed, his cock still twitching from side to side in time with his dream, "I suppose I could use one of those condoms I got for you, you know, a pity shag, I'm sure Paul won't care who's hole he buried his bone in just so long as it's soft and moist."

I dressed before waking Paul and we went down and ate toast in the kitchen before taking a walk around the village. We walked as far as my grandfather's office, Paul had never worked a digger or a shovel loader, he didn't live on a farm so he was very impressed to find out that I had driven almost every kind of farm machinery. I was allowed to take a JCB to the rear of the lot and teach Paul how to dig a hole in the dirt before showing him the best way to fill it back in again.

Half way through the rehearsal, while everyone else was eating cookies and drinking tea or juice I took Paul out to his father's van and sucked his cock until he climaxed in my mouth, I was careful this time to control the depth Paul's cock went into my mouth. As I wiped his spunk from my lips I said, "If you're really desperate to fuck someone I think my mum might be willing to let you do her if you use a condom."

Paul grinned at me, "Would you watch us if I did, help me get hard for her?"

"Would you really need help to get hard before you fucked my mum?"

"Not really, but it would be fun to be in bed with a mum and her daughter even if I only got to fuck the mother."

After the rehearsal was over my grandfather phoned my mother, he asked her if it would be okay to bring me back in an hour instead of straight away. He smiled at me, "She's happy, she's going to let your father fuck her, usually they have to be quiet because of the thin walls but if I keep you out until midnight they can have as much fun as they want to have and let themselves go."

"My mother said that you were a good lover! How would she know that?"

He grinned at me, "Well, I met your mother before my son met her, I was fucking her for ages before I introduced the two of them and suggested that he marry her. It's always good to keep your lovers close to hand and no one thinks anything of a father visiting his son's house in the middle of the day every day."

Grandpa drove us to his office, I'd been in his office millions of times, I thought I knew every inch of his office but I was soon to discover that I was wrong. One wall had a chimneybreast in the middle of it but there was no fireplace, just a picture taken from a low flying aircraft of his lot with all of the farm plant laid out in neat rows. My grandfather pushed against the wall, there was a click, "Have you ever heard of a Murphy bed before Vicky?"

I shook my head and my grandpa walked away from the wall and it seemed to open from the top, what I had assumed to be a chimneybreast was actually a double bed that folded up into the wall. There was a strap fastened across the bed to hold the duvet and pillows in place. We both stripped off, his cock seemed huge, more than twice as long as Paul's cock and twice as fat as well. We kissed and cuddled a lot, he gave me several orgasms with his fingers, then with his mouth before twisting his body around on top of me and he fed his cock into my mouth pinning me down onto the bed as he fucked my mouth while driving me mad with his fingers and mouth between my legs.

I got home at eleven forty-five; I walked in through the kitchen and heard what sounded like a fight going on up above me. Because my parents had been given free rein around the house they were actually going mad, their sex wasn't gentle and loving it was more like a screaming match, there was loads if slamming sounds as their sex act turned into body slamming. I sat in the living room and at midnight it was like someone turning the TV off, "Okay we'd better stop, your father said he's get Vicky home at midnight!"

"He said by midnight, not at midnight!"

"Oh my God, she's already home, what the hell do we say now?"

My father sounded concerned that I'd just overheard their sexual excesses. When I reached the landing my dad was there in his dressing gown apologising to me, "God dad, you don't have to apologise to me, you guys are married, you should be free to have sex in any way you please, I should be apologising to you for causing you guys to hold back all of these years."

The next few days leading up to the play starting in earnest were far more relaxed around my house. My mum and dad had sex more often, more openly, the rough stuff didn't resurface, well, not while I was home but I did notice that my father started to get home from work earlier than usual and that they had obviously been fucking while I was out keeping my grandfather and lover happy during and after rehearsals.

The first night of the play came around so fast that I didn't really get the chance of first night nerves; we had a full dress rehearsal in the afternoon of the opening night so my hair was already slicked down with wax rather than oil or jell. For the opening scene I was wearing a grey floor length dress and a blond wig. The plan had been to sit between my mum and dad and when the lights dimmed down and the hymn was faded out I would wriggle out of my dress and wig and leave them with my mother but, and it was a big but! Tony's parents were in slightly the wrong place so Tony was also in the wrong place, at the last minute I had to swap seats with my mother so Tony would have a half a chance at hitting me with the fake cricket ball. I ended up sitting next to an elderly man who smiled and made small talk with me until the lights faded down.

I wasn't sure exactly what he could see of me in the darkness but he was conscious of my wriggling around a lot and just as my grandfather called out the name of my character he asked me if I was all right, just as Tony threw the ball at me, I shouted "Ouch!" and then jumped to my feet, "Here sir!"

"Well don't be there boy, be here at my side right now."

My mother handed me my silk top hat as I passed her and she grabbed my dress and wig off of the seat I'd been sitting on. Before I reached the end of the row Tony had been called and he stood up, "Present Sir!"

Then Tony started to extricate himself from the row of people blocking his path. The opening scene of the play was met with shocked and stunned silence, my grandfather dismissed the rest of his imaginary students and as the lights dimmed we all turned as a line and headed for the door through to the changing room.

Everyone in the audience clapped enthusiastically and in the darkness we students that would be sitting in the back row of desks rushed over to turn our little bit of the scenery around as the stage hands were carrying the other three desks into place in the darkness. The lights came up and we all burst onto the stage through the changing room door noisily. Mr. Crisp caught a hold of Paul's ear, "The headmaster has charged me with beating discipline into you boys during this term and by God I will do my duty. I saw you throwing a cricket ball at another student in the assembly hall, bend over your desk boy!"

Paul was protesting his innocence as he took six of the best across his backside. It looked really realistic to the audience but they didn't know that the boys that would be beaten had bulletproof underpants on under their school trousers. The audience laughed at every joke, even the ones I didn't think were remotely funny and at the final scene, as we took our bow we had a standing ovation.

That was my first experience if acting in front of a paying audience, my first experience of people clapping me, my mum and dad were clapping more enthusiastically than any of the others in the audience and strangely, even though I know that there were fifteen other people standing on the stage with me taking the bow, all of the adulation was aimed at me and me alone. I hadn't actually had full sex at that point but to me the feeling in my body was more pleasurable than sex would be.

In the changing room Paul actually unfastened my bandages and helped me out of them, I'd been bound up for so long because of the dress rehearsal as well as the actual performance I left my bra off and went out into the car park wearing just my lightweight summer dress, knickers and shoes.

I'd brushed the wax out of my hair but because I hadn't washed it I looked a fright as my hair stood out in all directions. Because there were nine children in the cast they hadn't organised a first night party but once out in the car park we found around half of the audience were waiting for us to come out. The pub across the road would normally close at ten thirty in the week but it could stop open much later if they wanted too, most pubs in the UK were covered to stop open until four am if they wanted too. Well, our audience persuaded the landlord of the pub to stay open and we took over the function room at the rear of the pub for an impromptu first night party.

I felt a little left out of things as the boys were being praised by well-wishers, suddenly someone said, "Hey, there are only eight boys, where's the ninth boy?"

Paul pointed in my direction; I was sitting with my mum and dad drinking a coke, the room fell totally silent as people took me in, my pretty dress, my re-inflated breasts my messy pile of hair and suddenly the room erupted in noise as I got a personal standing ovation and a shiver ran through my body almost the same as when I had a climax.

Well, that was all four years ago, I've taken part in eight plays now, two a year since that first play, I was still with Paul and he loved me madly even though we still hadn't had full sex yet. I still play with my grandfather regularly and Paul takes up my mother's offer of the use of her vagina whenever he gets too frustrated because I won't let him use my cunt. I'd really love to tell you more about my life but this assignment called for two thousand words on the subject, "My life outside of school' and I think I may have passed two thousand words by now.

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