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Making Movies By Puck512 (mf, first, voy, exhib)

   * Warning: Voy, Exhib accurate but not prominent.

   I grew up in a small suburb outside a medium-sized city.  It was a small
burg, nestled in rolling woodland hills' with springs and even a few ponds.
It was small because the commute to the city was awful and despite the
idyllic setting, not many people chose to live there.  The only kids around
me were Tray and Sara.  They were fraternal twins and lucky enough for all
of us, just a few months younger than me.  So we grew up forming a pretty
close-knit group.

   One day, when we were really young, like seven or eight, Tray picked up
his parents video camera and never put it back down.  Everything we did
from that point forward was recorded at some point or another.  At first it
was just him following Sara and I around filming us, but as we grew older
he started writing short plays and Sara and I would be the actors.

   The first time anything really sexual happened was around eleven I
guess. The script called for Sara to be drowning and I'd pull her out of
the water but she was supposed to have lost her top in the fray.  Sara
protested at the totally unnecessary loss of wardrobe and she and Tray
argued for what seemed like forever until, eventually he won the argument
and I pulled her to shore getting my first full, unadulterated view of a
chest that was just as flat and as totally uninteresting as my own.

   I was eleven; I had no interest at all in the difference between sexes.
Nothing changed that day.  And I went home thinking that had been much ado
about nothing.

   Things started to change a little a few months after that when there was
a script that called for the hero and heroine to kiss.  This time it was ME
that protested; after all kissing a girl was pretty icky even if the girl
WAS Sara.  Shoot, at that time I wasn't kissing ANYBODY, not even my Mom.

   Tray pulled in a few favors and we did the scene.  I pecked her on the
lips quickly, the kind you'd give a revered old grandmother.  Sara turned
away and I think she was blushing, but I never got a good enough view of
her to know for sure.

   Tray was upset though and wanted to redo the scene, insisting that we
kiss for FIVE full seconds.  Five!  I protested again, but since I hadn't
fallen over dead from a cootie infestation and the kiss wasn't *really*
that bad my protests weren't that strong and Tray got his way.

   The second time was actually pretty good.  It was closed lips of course
but it was nice feeling her lips pressed against mine, my moisture mixing
with hers, even her breath on my cheek as she breathed.  I think it might
have lasted longer than five seconds.  It actually lasted until Tray cried
"Cut".

   When we pulled away it wasn't Sara who was blushing, it was me.

   Sara was smiling.

   So my first real kiss is recorded for all posterity.  I still have a
copy.

   It was a pretty good movie too.  Tray really had a real talent for this
stuff even at that early age.

   The next movie had a kissing scene in it too and nobody protested that
one and again the closed-mouth kiss lasted until Tray cut the scene.

   The play after that called for a skinny dipping scene.  It was no big
deal, I had already seen Sara's chest and we both figured we'd have our
swimsuits on, well half a swimsuit for Sara.  We both figured wrong.  Tray
explained he wanted authenticity, that we were great actors but if we both
disrobed the reaction would be more natural and besides he'd be very
careful to keep our privates out of the scene.

   Sara and I protested but to be honest my heart wasn't in it.  I was
kinda curious to see what Sara looked like.  I knew from a clinical
perspective there was a difference between us based on the crude drawings
in "your changing body" books my parents threw at me to fulfill their
"birds and bees" obligations.  Sara must have felt the exact same way
because eventually, blushing from head to toe, disrobed - on camera - and,
as the script demanded, we cast a long, lingering gaze at each other before
walking into the pool.

   So I got to see my first pussy.  Tray was right, going au natural
definitely improved the scene.  As we watched the movie when it was done it
was obvious that Sara was checking me out every bit as much as I was
checking her out and it wasn't just acting - we weren't that good yet.  Not
that there was much to see for me, I went home that night thinking God had
a good laugh when he took a miniature butt and pasted it on girl's
crotches. Of course I'd eventually discover that all the good parts that
were hidden in that young, puffy mound but that day would have to wait a
bit.

   As for Sara she got to see me in all my tiny eleven year old pre-puberty
glory.  I didn't even pop a boner which was unsurprising considering they
were rare and unusual phenomena in those early years.

   I think Tray hit puberty a little earlier than the rest of us.  His
plays were definitely becoming an exercise in adolescent explorations. 
That from the vantage of hindsight of course, at the time we were just
riding the wave..

   We did more plays with more nude scenes and chaste kisses (never
together) but nothing noteworthy happened until we would have been about
halfway through twelve and we had a nude scene, well a nude movie since it
was a short ditty about cavemen and Tray was pretty insistent this was BLC
(before loin cloths).

   Sometime during one of the scenes I suddenly noticed that Sara's breasts
looked a little puffy and for some reason her nipples looked bigger.  I got
distracted and missed a line and suddenly Sara was looking at me strangely
and said in a loud voice "What's that?!"

   I suddenly realized I had popped a full blown boner and my cock was at
full attention pointing to the very heavens themselves.  I was completely
mortified and blushed from head to toe as I covered myself as best I could
with my hands, which only seemed to make the situation worse, and dove for
my clothes.

   Sara was laughing uncontrollably at my reaction, but after I got dressed
she shot me, and my crotch, a few puzzled glances.

   So the first time a girl ever saw my erection and laughed uncontrollably
was fully documented for posterity.  We finished the movie and it was OK.
It had my - er - incident edited out, but I about died ten times over when
there was a surprise blooper reel at the end and he and Sara were both
laughing so hard the only thing I could do was storm out of the room and
sulk.

   Tray came out and talked with me a bit.  He told me it was just good fun
and that Sara really loved it!  I didn't believe it but he told me she kept
asking him to let her see the clip and I about died inside all over again.

   "Dude!  She thinks you're hot!" He said, pushing an elbow in my ribs.

   That settled me down.  I knew I really liked seeing Sara naked but this
was the first time I realized that maybe she liked seeing me too.  I went
home that night mollified, but more than that I suddenly found I had some
strange new feelings about Sara that had never been there before.

   There was no nudity in the next movie but there was a "passionate kiss".
Tray explained "passionate" as "like in the movies, open your mouths and
french."

   Neither Sara nor I protested and when the scene began.  I leaned forward
and kissed her on the lips like I had so many times before.  I opened my
lips a little and then she followed, I wasn't sure exactly what to do so I
tried pushing my tongue forward a little and felt the tip as it hit her
teeth.  She opened her mouth a little wider and suddenly my tongue met hers
and time seemed to sort of stop and all I felt was my tongue and hers, her
hot breaths on my cheek and my own hot breath reflected off hers.

   "Cut!" Tray yelled and I could have strangled him.  I think Sara felt
the same way because it was a few seconds after he yelled cut before she
pulled away.  Our eyes met and this time it was me who was smiling a HUGE
dopey grin and she who was blushing.

   "That was hot!" Tray said, "Really, really hot!  But I need something
else.  This time try putting your hand on her boob and feeling her up like
they did in 'Holland Nights'"..

   To my amazement there was not a single peep of protest from Sara so we
leaned back down in the couch and started the scene over again.  We started
the kiss again, somehow even better this time and after a second I started
working my hand up under her shirt.  I think Tray and Sara had both thought
I'd cop a feel through her shirt but in the movie the guy had run his hand
UNDER her shirt and I wasn't thinking right enough at the moment to have
thought to do it the "right" way.

   Sara gasped when she felt my hand brush the naked skin of her stomach,
taking a little air out of me, but she didn't break the kiss.  If anything
she kissed me harder.  My hand started moving slowly upward, the soft
fabric of her shirt above my hand, the silky smooth feel of her skin
against my hand and fingers until I felt her nipple and a breast that had
grown just large enough to feel its curvature.

   I definitely had a boner and we were both breathing pretty deep, such
that it was becoming harder to hold the kiss as I rubbed my hand up and
down her breast feeling that wonderful nipple being dragged around by my
attentions..

   Finally Tray yelled "Cut" again and said, "Let's do one more take
without the shirt."

   Sara started to say something but then just started unbuttoned her
shirt...

   So my first sexual kiss was firmly documented for the entire world to
see.  The movie was really good and we got to see the uncut version which
was fun to watch but not as much for me as for Sara who was noticeably
squirming beside me and breathing as fast and deep as she had been on
camera.  At first I thought it was amusing but then amusement turned to
something else.

   No one but us ever saw the kissing, the nudity, or anything else we did.
Tray guarded those tapes and eventually computer files better than Fort
Knox ever could.  That made it easier to do the scenes of course and there
was also the thrill of danger because someone COULD see them one day.  We
all knew the scenes were just a pretext -- a weird version of "doctor" -
but it never felt like that, at least back then.  We were making movies;
there were just parts that were too mature for adults to handle.  And
innocent though they were up to this point, both our parents would have
gone completely nuclear if they'd ever saw the uncut versions.

   When we were about halfway through thirteen there was a script that had
me rubbing Sara's crotch instead of her breast (which were becoming rapidly
more prominent).  That time Sara did protest and hard enough that we did
the scene with her in jeans.  After the initial thrill of being touching
her in such an intimate spot had worn of it was actually pretty unsexy.  I
worked my hand, fingers and thumbs the way I imagined I'd do it if she were
naked but the jeans left everything to the imagination.

   Then Tray got the bright idea for Sara - in the throes of passion of
course - to reach over and feel me up the same way I was doing her.  Unlike
Sara, I was wearing a pair of sport shorts and, as was usually the case
during the kissing scenes lately, I had a boner.  Puberty had indeed hit me
with a vengeance.  My voice was breaking, my cock was hard all the time, I
had discovered masturbation and indulged my fantasies of Sara ( and
occasionally others and sometimes others AND Sara) at least daily.  Unlike
her Jeans my shorts would leave very little to the imagination and I was
more than a bit afraid of what would happen because I really didn't trust
my body or my reactions anymore.

   We still did enough nude scenes that my popping a boner wasn't even out
of the ordinary or note-worthy anymore.  It was embarrassing at first of
course, but the second time I popped one, I saw Sara seriously checking me
out and that time it wasn't me who was blushed from head to toe but her and
that kinda broke the ice in that department.  Sometimes we'd film on,
sometimes we'd just wait it out, sometimes I just went to the bathroom and
jerked off which sometimes only made it worse and we had to move on to a
more modest scene.

   But we had never touched fully naked and we had never touched each
other's crotches even through pants until that day.

   I was hoping Sara would object but she didn't and as scared as I was to
have her hand so close to my raging hard-on, the idea of it set me on fire
and so we repeated the scene.  I pretended to rub her pussy and then a few
seconds later I felt her hand on my crotch.  Even through my shorts and
underwear it caused me to gasp with pleasure as her palm pressed against
the bulge in my pants.

   She just held it there squeezing the pronounced outline between her
fingers and palm.  "Move your hand up and down like you're really feeling
him up good!" Tray said as he continued to film.  She really was feeling me
up good.  Save for a few layers of fabric she had almost completely wrapped
her hand around my cock and then she started her hand up and down.  It was
only a few strokes but we had been kissing and I was thirteen and oh well
fuck it; in seconds, I had to pull away from the kiss and gasping for
breath, feeling only her hand on my cock I came.

   When it first started it surprised Sara enough that she kept rubbing me
up and down a few strokes before she realized something was wrong and then
she just stopped, holding me tight in her hand as my throbbing cock spewed
wave after wave of cum in my shorts.  She pulled her hand away at the end
as I started thrusting my hips up uncontrollably, grinding myself into her
hand, but it didn't matter, up to that moment it was the most powerful cum
I'd ever experienced.

   "Ew gross!" Sara said, "He wet his pants!"

   I couldn't react, I was just numb to everything but Tray just laughed
and came over to the couch and whispered in her ear.

   "Really?" Sara gasped.

   Tray just nodded.  Sara gave me a funny look that was completely
undecipherable.

   And then I blushed, and hunched over, holding my crotch asI made my way
to the bathroom and cleaned up.

   We simulated sex a few times that year, always with our pants on and I
made sure to wear an extra heavy pair of jeans on the day we filmed but
sometimes I still came.  By then we were REALLY good kissers and if she was
topless and I got a good feel of her ever-developing breasts I just got
carried away in the moment and I'd be furiously grinding my crotch into her
while she simulated her own orgasm but mine would be real.  And I was a
pretty good actor but I think she always knew when I was faking and when I
wasn't because she'd almost always give me a knowing smile when I did cum
for real.  But even when I faked I almost always caught her looking at me
looking for a tell-tale sign.

   I'm pretty sure that after the first few times she was actually trying
to make me cum.  It was a really grand game that had no losers.

   Somewhere between all the kissing, nudity, and simulated sex I had
fallen head over heels for Sara and socially we were considered an "Item"
in our freshman year.  We didn't really date save for a few dances at the
school which I think I enjoyed as much as Sara did.  But we spent most of
our free time with Tray which was ok with our Parents who figured there
would be no hanky-panky if Tray was around.

   Ironic eh?  It gave us more quality time than we ever would have been
allowed without him being there and there were all these well edited movies
that showed how innocently we spent our time together.

   The tables, and my world, turned, when we were about three quarters of
the way through fifteen and there was a scene where I was a masseuse at a
fancy hotel.  Sara would have to do the scene in nothing but a pair of
panties and a towel.  It would be the first time I would simulate fingering
her without her wearing a pair of jeans.  She was reluctant but didn't
really fight very hard so Tray, and by proxy - me, got his way.

   For the occasion Tray had procured several bottles of massage oil and
even warmed them in a bowl of hot water.  To say it was heavenly wouldn't
do it justice.  For what seemed like forever I rubbed Sara's back and sides
with that warm, sweet smelling oil.  She sighed contentedly more than a few
times.  I dropped my hands to the base of the towel and started working on
her legs and she tensed a bit as I worked up under the towel to massage her
thigh but then just as quickly relaxed again which I took as permission to
continue.

   Her back and sides had been great but rubbing her thigh like this with
deep powerful strokes as I worked up and up higher so that my hand actually
touched her panties a few times was unbelievable and she seemed to enjoy it
too since she spread her legs a little wider so I could work right up to
that crevice where her skin suddenly turned into a frustrating pair of
panties.  Eventually I had to work down again and got to her feet.

   I knew light touches were ticklish and I didn't want to ruin things so I
rubbed them firmly and something magical happened when I interlaced my
slick, oil covered fingers with her toes and she shuddered and moaned.  Not
a contented sigh but a "oh God that was good" moan.

   Liking the fact that she was liking it, I lingered at her other foot,
caressing it and running my fingers through her toes my palm pressed hard
into the arch of her foot before working my way up again and then under the
towel to her thighs and then to her ass which I kneaded and stretched so
that her panties worked their way up her ass crack and gave me (us?) and
even better feel.  That part was definitely way off script; nobody
protested though, least of all me.

   As the script demanded, the towel fell away when she turned over.  I did
her shoulders and then her chest and then lingered around her -- very nice,
if still developing -- breasts.  They had the diameter of a softball now,
if you cut away a third or a little less that would be about right.  They
were very fleshy and her breathing got fast when I rubbed under them and
pressed my fingers into her flesh.  Her nipples were always large around,
almost the size of dimes and stood as firmly erect as my cock.  I tugged at
them, rubbed them between my fingers, sometimes even pinching a little
because she always gave a cute little gasp when I did.  Slowly I moved down
to her stomach and made slow circles on her flat abdomen.  I leaned forward
and kissed her, as the script demanded, and she returned my kiss, placing a
hot hand on the back of my neck and pulling me to her.

   I was supposed to rub her panties and for a second I did, getting an
amazing charge out of feeling the very pronounced cleft between two puffy
lips.  Even with a layer of fabric between us it was the thrill of a
lifetime.  Then almost as soon as I'd started she put her hand over mine
and to my eternal amazement guided me under her panties!  At first it was
just my palm resting in her soft, downy pubic hair and my fingers cupping a
beautifully hot puffy mound, my middle finger nestled just on top of her
crack.  I held it there for a second, and even here I could feel her
muscles tightening and relaxing, over and over.

   My hand was still totally covered in that hot, sensuous oil so it didn't
matter that she was wetter than I was.  My middle finger slipped easily
between her lips, followed quickly by two others.  I could feel a hard
little nub at the base of my middle finger and my other two slid around it
causing her to gasp.  My middle finger followed her valley until it dipped
inward sharply.  I pulled back and rubbed back down again -- my hot, oiled
fingers sliding across her clit.

   I didn't know what I was doing but I knew what I was doing felt great
because she had broken our kiss and was now breathing hard and deep on the
table, her eyes clenched, and her breasts heaved.  We were already
off-script and since our kiss was broken I leaned down and took a nipple in
my mouth and sucked.

   She let out a loud moan and thrust her hips up hard into my hands as she
ran her fingers hard through my hair.  I was moving my hand faster now,
rubbing up and down as fast and as hard as I ever rubbed my own cock.  I
had figured out the nub was driving her wild and I made sure I kept
constant contact as it slid between my fingers.  I was covered in oil and
she was covered with her juices and my hand made very loud and noticeable
sloshing sounds as I ran my fingers through her pussy.

   I got bolder about going down into her cunt as she got closer and closer
to the edge.  I couldn't go far inside her and keep my focus on her clit
but I did get inside a knuckle and sometimes two -- enough to feel her
flaming hot cunt clench around me.

   Then she hugged my head tight and started shaking under me, moaning "Oh
Yes!  Oh Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!" as she humped her pussy back against my
hand and forced my fingers deeper inside her; into her incredibly hot,
throbbing pussy that seemed to constrict around me in time with the rapid
beat of her heart.

   Then she relaxed and laid back and I still rubbed her slowly until her
breathing returned to normal.

   She looked at me and smiled warmly and I just looked down at her in
total amazement.

   I wasn't the only one in shock; Tray was just standing there watching us
with his mouth hanging open.

   After a very pregnant pause Sara gave a laugh, pointed at me and said,
"Well, why should he be the one to have all the fun?"

   Tray and I gave a half-hearted laugh still too stunned and too young to
extract ourselves from the awkward moment.

   The scene was done and we got dressed and that was pretty much it unless
you want to hear about the four times I jerked off that night.

   The next day there was a sudden, new addition to the script.  In this
one, I was the recipient of the massage.  Plot-wise, it made absolutely no
sense at all, but I didn't object and to my relief and surprise, Sara
didn't either.

   I got undressed down to my briefs which were so tight they left pretty
much nothing to the imagination, not that it mattered.  I was ready to get
onto the table but suddenly Sara started undressing too and I just stopped
and watched her as she stripped down naked in front of me.

   "Uh Sara, you don't have to be naked for this." Tray said in the
distance.

   "We don't have to do this scene either." Sara said back with a hint of
menace in her voice.

   Tray shrugged and went back to checking his camera.

   I looked at her and she looked back at me and there was this private
moment that I can't really explain - foreshadow, promise?  Then her eyes
fell down to my crotch and I reached down and removed my underwear too and
got onto the table, not really bothering with the towel.

   Her first touch on my shoulders was electrifying.  Her hot, oiled hands
slid decadently over my skin and then it just felt good.  I was so relaxed
and at peace I actually lost my erection as she worked down my back,
pressing her hands into my flesh, tracing the definition of my muscle
groups with her fingers.

   That changed quickly when she got to my thighs and worked me the way I
had worked her.  It's like she took everything good I had done to her and
then improved on it with her own innovations.  Her hot hands brushed the
back of my balls as she rubbed the inside of my leg and a little over my
lower ass cheek.  She lingered there I think but it didn't seem like that
because in a blink she had worked her way down to my feet and I discovered
why she had enjoyed this part so much.

   There's nothing quite like a pair of hot, oiled hands rubbing your feet
and fingers running through your toes.  And when she was done and started
working back up my other leg she deliberately let them rest against her
breasts so my arches could feel her hard nipples dragging up and down the
sole as they sank into her fleshy mounds.

   And then they were gone as she reached my thigh again and moved up the
table for better access.  Again she had me on fire as her hands teasingly
touched my balls as she rubbed and caressed my inner thigh, and then she
did touch them!  She ran her fingers lightly over them then drove me
completely insane by rubbing my perineum, that hard, sensitive spot between
my balls and ass.  I didn't know it but when a guy is aroused that part is
actually an extension of the erection and she was doing the equivalent of
rubbing nothing but the base of my shaft.  I groaned loudly and I guess
Sara figured out I liked that and lingered just long enough for me to cum.

   I pushed down against the table as the sensation of her hand on this
most strange and unexplored territory sent me completely over the edge.  I
moaned and pushed my cock forward against the table and my skin and shot. I
just gasped and came while Sara just rubbed me, caressed me, pressing her
fingers into my flesh, her hand the barest of inches away from my cock and
tightly clenching asshole and as I came she massaged down to my clenching
balls cupping them, feeling them tighten and relax as I came then letting
them softly drop as she moved her hand back up and around my perineum and
back down again to my balls; until I was totally spent below her.

   If I thought that would be the end of it all, I would be wrong.  Sara
just continued working her way up my ass and groped me much more than I had
ever groped her.  She stretched and pulled my ass cheeks and worked her
fingers between the cracks to spread them even more; stretching and pulling
my ass-hole in ways that ensured there was no possible way I'd go soft. 
Then a very hot, oiled finger ran a circle around my puckered ass-hole,
around and around and I was breathing gasping so hard, moaning.  I was on
fire; electrified beyond belief.  She pressed and I felt her oiled finger
slip knuckle deep inside me and just as quickly out.  Then another few,
slow, leisurely, teasing circles and she dipped in, again only knuckle
deep.

   Then she motioned me to turn on my back and I did; feeling the still hot
cum from the table on my ass and seeing more than a few of embarrassing
gobs smeared across my hard stomach and abs.  If it bothered her she didn't
betray it.  After I had turned over she got up on the table with me and
straddled me so her pussy rested directly on my still hard, still throbbing
cock.  There was no oil there today; the moisture I felt as I slid between
her pussy lips was completely Sara.

   She ran her oiled palms over my stomach, squishing my cum between;
smearing it all over me and then, unbelievably, sensuously, erotically all
over her stomach too.  Then she started dragging her pussy lips over my
cock and as she started massaging my shoulders I felt her hard little clit
dragging from the very tip of my cock down to the very base as she ground
her pussy against me.  By the time she started massaging my chest, I was
totally insane with the feeling of her rapid movements as she drug those
hot, slick lips over my begging cock.  Her clit was like a hard fingertip
tracing the ridge of my cock up and down, over and over, her pussy lips
like the hottest most wonderful hand nature could invent.

   Agonizingly teasing were the times when my cock head dipped inside her
for the briefest of seconds before she pulled back up and resumed our
strange coupling.  Her hands were still on my chest but she was breathing
as hard as I was and the pretext of the massage all but cast away as we
each sought our release.  But her fingers digging into my hard chest, her
palms rubbing against my nipples, just added to everything else wonderful I
was feeling.

   Her fingers dug hard into me, almost painfully but even that was pure
pleasure.  She was cumming now, shaking, moaning, crying, her hips moving
furiously as she ground her pussy hard down onto my cock.  Then I came,
shooting a hot jet of cum between us and ground up hard even as she ground
back down and suddenly I was inside her.  I hit something that briefly bent
my cock in the most incredibly painful way, but there was no pain only
unbelievable pleasure and even before it became a distraction, the
obstruction tore away and I was totally surrounded by hot, wet, clenching
walls.

   She cried out in pain or pleasure, I don't know which.  She was still
cumming and as I filled her with my cock, I came too.  She had fallen onto
me, not moving her hips anymore as my second jet of my cum filled her.  She
had wrapped her arms under mine, grabbing my shoulders with her clenched
fingers letting out one loud, long cry .  I thrust, pushing up hard and
deep into her with another jet and felt her fingernails dig hard into my
flesh as she let out another scream.  I pulled out and rammed back in again
trying to go even deeper as my hips lifted us both up off the table, and
her fingernails broke my flesh sending a jolt of pleasure mixed pain
through my brain.  And again, and again I came, holding her while she held
me hard, shaking, gasping, grunting, jet after jet of my cum spewing deep
inside her.

   And then it was over and we just held each other, still coupled, still
breathing hard; oil and sweat mixing.  I was abstractly aware of something
hot and sticky and pungent splashing onto my side then a few seconds later
more liquid flowing down Sara's breast onto me.

   Sara said into my ear, "The bastard came on my boob," between what
sounded like clenched teeth.

   I turned my head to the side and sure enough there was Tray, cock in
hand still in the last throes of his own orgasm, his spurts now just
dribbling on his pants which were around his ankles.  He was a fair
distance from us by the camera so Sara and I weren't the only ones who had
a really powerful orgasm.  All I could do was let out a tired, satisfied
laugh and Sara joined me before giving me a soft, lingering kiss.

   It was a pretty weird way to lose one's virginity; but holding Sara,
Sara holding me, my cock gradually getting softer and smaller inside her, I
just didn't care what Tray was doing.  Tray had been with us through
everything, he'd seen our first kiss, our bodies, my boners; all of this
happened because of him; maybe it never would have happened without him. 
So I just savored the moment and let it be.

   Sara grunted and winced as she got up.  And there was cum and juice and
blood all over my cock.  My shoulder where she had sunk her fingernails
into me had started hurting now too and I was bleeding too.  Sara made her
way to the bathroom to clean up and I cleaned up as best I could before
getting dressed.

   "Wow!" Tray said -- the first word he had said since...

   ...Since I stopped being a virgin.  Since I had done the most miraculous
thing imaginable with the girl I truly loved and cared for.  A.S.  (After
Sex).

   "Yea," I said distantly.  "Just wow."

   And so my first time, and hers was historically preserved for the
record-books.

   Sara talked to Tray a bit latter apparently and there were a few weeks
interlude before the next love scene.  I had taken her maidenhood and she
was a bit put out by the idea of anymore intimacy but eventually she gave a
quite nod and nobody objected when Tray pulled out a scene that involved me
sucking her to orgasm, or when the next scene involved her returning the
favor..  As we grew older and Sara's breast fulfilled their full promise
and then some, there were a few fucking her breast scenes, and one anal
scene that wasn't nearly as fun as we thought it would be and pretty much
everything in-between.

   Once the final wall had crumbled we didn't make movies so much as make
movies with a few porno scenes in them.  One time when Tray hit a bit of a
writer's block he finally gave into our pleading and we did just make a
porno - no plot, no neat idea, just "oops, is that my cock in your pussy?"
sex..  It was definitely cool, I'll tell you what.  Tray ate it all up,
going for close-ups, multiple angles, stuff that would rival anything you
could buy.  He jerked off a lot but it didn't bother us especially since he
was more careful with his aim and we never had to clean up his mess again.

   Weird it was, but harmless fun none-the-less.  He got a lot closer to
sex than most kids in high school anyway.  Neither he nor I swung gay and
while Sara was a real looker she WAS his sister so things never went beyond
him watching us and jerking off.  I asked him about it once after I'd had a
few too many beers and he just blushed and said he pretended he was
watching porn.  And I guess he was.

   Sara and I had sex -- a lot of really hot, sweaty, scream your heads off
sex -- but never off camera.  At first it was because we could only be
"alone" when Tray was with us and then, when everyone accepted the fact
that we were old enough for a little alone time, it didn't matter because
the sex was plentiful, amazingly good and it was always a bit of a kinky
thrill having him watch with the remote danger we might be making love in
front of the entire world.

   Surprising nobody, I married Sara as soon as we graduated high school.
Our honeymoon was the first time we ever had sex off-camera and without an
audience.  ...It was a noticeably different experience, not bad but
different.

   It took a long time for the feeling of something being missing to fade.

   Tray went off to Hollywood and pursued his craft, becoming a pretty
accomplished director and then producer.

   Sara and I still watch our old videos now and again, laughing at the
na�ve innocence and holding each other tightly when we relive that first
special day when we truly became one; and we still drop in our first porno
when the mood strikes and make wild, incredible, passionate love to
ourselves..  

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