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First Published: 14 April 2015

Ballet Recital
by Isabella

Story code: m/f, Bro/Sis, Incest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Under Age Sex

I couldn't possibly remember how many of these recitals I'd been to since marrying Johnny. I wasn't a girly-girl as I grew up, I was never into dance but my mother-in-law was a patron of the arts with special interest in ballet so ever since I joined the family I'd been dragged along to every local dance class's recital and it was no surprise when I started having children that they developed an interest in ballet and were in ballet classes as soon as they were old enough to join.

Today's recital was special. It would be Claire's first throw, Gavin, the only boy in the class had lifted her in a recital the first time when she was eleven and at that time Claire was the youngest girl to be lifted in a dance recital in the troupe's history and now at thirteen Claire would be doing a combination lift and throw with fourteen year old Gavin and fingers crossed, he'd catch her after the throw.

Claire had been very secretive about the combination move, usually I would have seen her practice her moves a million times in the run up to the recital but this time everything was being kept very much under wraps.

On the big day I was just 'One of the mums' , I wasn't helping to set out chairs, I wasn't sweeping the floor, I wasn't looking after the younger dancers in the changing rooms, I was just sitting with my mother-in-law in the middle of the front row of seats in the audience. The ballet school had five teachers and four of those were looking after the dancers as they got ready, the senior teacher, Simon, was a man and that was unusual in the world of amateur ballet.

The auditorium was full of parents, family and even the paying public. My mother-in-law was over the moon at the turn out, the only empty seats in the house were the five seats to her right that had been reserved for Simon and I'd assumed his team of dance instructors but I was wrong. Just before curtain up, Simon pranced in to the auditorium with four strangers in tow.

As the five seated themselves June leaned in and whispered, "Simon has managed to get scouts interested in our little troupe of dancers, the Royal Ballet School in London and Birmingham have sent someone and the two at the far end are from big European ballet schools."

The youngest dancers came out and went through their dance routine and that started a recital that would last for ninety minutes and according to the program Claire and Gavin would dance the finale together. If I'm honest, I find ballet very boring to watch, I would much rather have been helping out backstage, just to keep myself active and fend off the boredom.

Eventually the lights dimmed and that was unusual, in these recitals the dancers usually performed in the full glare of stage lights set to maximum. Gavin was the first to emerge from stage left; he was stepping slowly, deliberately and gracefully. Suddenly there was a drumbeat to signify a gunshot and Claire rocketed out from stage right in full flight she left the ground ten feet away from Gavin, her left leg stretching towards Gavin, toes pointed at his face and her right leg trailing behind her.

Gavin caught Claire with her left leg under his armpit and his hands around her waist. The two dancers froze momentarily as a follow spot illuminated the pair of dancers and I got my first clear view of both dancers' costumes. As usual Gavin's tights were far too tight, far too thin and as usual he had no underpants on under them. Gavin's fourteen year old cock was coiled up just above his balls; I got the feeling that if I had looked closely enough I would have seen each individual hair surrounding his cock. He was lucky his pubic hair was blond as any other colour would have shown through his white tights.

My eyes flicked to Clair, she was wearing a white unitard and nothing else, I blushed slightly at the way she was dressed, Clair wasn't as lucky as Gavin, her pubic hair was darker, her body was turned away from the audience at that frozen moment but Gavin was already moving, turning slowly and Claire's body turned to face the audience. At the point that I expected to see Claire's dark triangle I was surprised to see nothing, I did a double take, was she wearing knickers under the unitard? There were no signs of lines under her costume and then she rolled her body, her right leg passing over Gavin's head and I realised that I could make out her inner folds; she must have deforested her pubic area before the dance.

Claire's small breasts could be seen filling out the top of her unitard and the bull's eye targets of her dark areola almost shone out through the thin Lycra unitard. The two started dancing around the stage energetically, both were leaping huge jumps and at times so close together that it looked like they would crash into each other.

I saw Gavin ready himself, feet planted shoulder width apart, right foot slightly forward and left knee bent slightly. Claire ran around him, ran to the opposite side of the stage and as she ran away from him there were three loud drum beats, Clair changed directions quickly, ran toward Gavin and leaped into the air, as she was in flight there was a single drum beat and Claire's arms threw back above her head and her head was tipped right back so her face was upward and her body turned in the air so that when Gavin caught her, her back was towards him.

Gavin had to make a slight adjustment to his stance to make the catch, his arms stretched above his head, it was an impressive catch, I noticed that Gavin's fingers were actually on Claire's breasts and the curl of sleeping cock suddenly changed as it woke up and started to stand to attention up against his belly. Gavin bent his elbows to lower Claire's body down against his own, her head still tilted back and her arms still above her head and back.

It looked like Gavin was about to put Claire on the floor, he bent his knees and as Claire's head rested on Gavin's shoulder there was another drumbeat, Claire's feet kicked up off of the stage, Gavin straightened his legs and pushed Claire upwards. Claire's legs went into splits, feet pointing straight out away from her bottom. Gavin had introduced a slight twist as he pushed Claire above his head.

Claire fought gravity slightly as she spiralled upwards while still trying to keep her body in the position it had been in whilst in Gavin's arms, she could only make small adjustments with her hands to try and keep upright. She twisted through five hundred and forty degrees before Gavin caught her again, this time, his hands were under her spread legs, catching her in the splits position and her crotch, covered by just a micron thick Lycra unitard separating Claire's pussy from Gavin's mouth.

Clair was rotating backwards slowly, it looked like Gavin had lost his grip and was about to drop his partner, there was a room wide gasp from everyone in the audience, even the scouts, the only one in the room who seemed comfortable with the way the dance routine was going was Simon.

Gavin rolled his upper body forward as Claire seemed to fall away from him, it was almost as if he had bitten down on her pussy and as she fell she was pulling Gavin after her. Everyone relaxed as Claire's hands pressed down on the stage and she slowly rotated into handstand in splits and then slowly rotated over until she was face down, flat on the stage and Gavin rolled down over her as if he were a blanket covering her totally as she lay on the floor.

The room fell into total darkness and everyone was going mad clapping and whistling at the duet, the lights remained down until the applauds stopped and then the lights came back up on a stage full of children. Gavin and Claire were in the middle of the front line of younger children, Gavin was holding Claire's hand on one side and a four year old girl on the other and Claire's other hand was also holding another four year old girl's hand.

The line took a bow and then let go of the hands of the dancers either side and the second row of slightly older girls ran through the gaps, they then held hands and bowed to the audience. All of the dancers took one bow each and then ran off stage to the changing areas. The professional scouts were gushing all over Simon as if it had been him flying through the air, risking life and limb for their entertainment; I left June chatting to the five while I went off backstage to see what help I could be.

I found the junior dancers all crammed into the gymnasium changing rooms, the older dancers were spread out over four classrooms but I couldn't see Claire anywhere, I knew that Claire would need help with her feet, she'd been on point for five minutes and the throw would have damaged her toes a lot. I heard Gavin's voice from further along the passageway, there were no lights on in the passageway that far down but I could see lights through the glass panes set in the classroom door.

I walked along to the light, Claire was naked, she was bent over a desk with a mirror propped against the wall, she had covered her face with cold cream and was using cotton wool pads to remove her makeup. Gavin stepped in behind her, he was also naked, his cock looked massive and was standing straight away from his body, "Look at what you did to me tonight you tramp, did you have to rub your cunt against my face quite so hard, you took all the foundation off of my nose.

Gavin dredged four fingers into the pot of cold cream and rubbed it over his face, then he took one of the cotton wool pads from the package and started to take his own makeup off while leaning over Claire's back to see his face in the mirror, then he simply bent his knees and leaned in a little further and lifted up, Claire went onto points once again as Gavin fucked her while they both continued cleaning makeup off of their faces.

"Can I cum in you today?"

"No, you'd better not; I'm right on the edge of my fertile period today."

"Oh, pity, I love filling your cunt."

Gavin continued fucking Claire for another five minutes as I stood looking through the window set in the closed door. Gavin got close to his end game and then bent his knees again until his cock slipped out of her cunt, he grabbed his shaft in his left hand, still cleaning his face using his right hand, he rubbed his cockhead around between Claire's legs a little and then stood into her again, she gasped in pain a little and her forehead fell onto her folded arms on top of the desk while Gavin fucked her arse as if it were her cunt.

It took Gavin a few moments to shoot his load up Claire's arse, he slapped her buttocks hard as he pulled his cock out if her arse, "Thanks for that sis, you're a block!"

"Brick you prick! You'd better buy the next box of panty-liners for me; I can't afford to buy them all the time to mop up your spunk!"

"You pinch most of them off of mum anyway, stop moaning, we absolutely nailed it today, you're bound to get offered a place at the Royal Ballet School after our performance."

I watched as Claire pressed a sanitary pad into the gusset of her knickers and stepped into them before I opened the door and stepped into the room, Gavin was using cold cream and cotton wool pads to clean the brown ring from around his cock being careful to make sure his cock's eye and the pinch of skin under it was clean of his sister's shit.

"Hi mum, what did you think of the show?"

"Mostly boring, I thought you two were very good, probably the best I've ever seen."

Claire kissed me on my cheek, "Thanks for coming mum, now can you help me get my ballet shoes off please, my toes hurt a little now!"

2,140 words.

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