Carole Wilson - Video Games

"I…I'm not sure what you're talking about, Frank."

"Listen," started Basil, now on his feet, his empty coffee cup in hand en route to the kitchenette in the corner of the room. He rested his hand on Stephan's shoulder and, leaning down, said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Almost everybody who tries out those instant Polaroids with the timers has the same ideas and does the same things.

They're great little intimacy arousers. Gets you hornier than hell, especially if you use the timer so that you get shots of you and your cunt fucking away."

Immediately Stephan noted the use of the word cunt instead of wife.

"…Christ, you should have seen the girls get off on it at that party last night." He gave Stephan an extra pat on the shoulder before sauntering off for a refill. "Sorry, I didn't ask, but anybody else for a coffee and brandy? Sure does set you straight after a hangover, kinda like a good fuck when you're all uptight and strung out." He laughed and poured himself a cup.

Stephan stared at Basil. From the moment he set eyes on him he hadn't liked him. Well, my intuition served me right again. That man is sleazy as hell. Don't understand what Frank is doing with friends like that.

He knew that Frank was often open about his sex life, but he was never coarse like Basil. Why, he was practically suggesting that he, Stephan, engage in lewd practices like well, like voyeurism, for God's sake!

Self voyeurism was no better than jerking yourself off!

Basil settled himself back on the sofa, once more pouring a healthy shot of brandy into his steamy coffee and wincing with the scorching of the first sip. "When I first got into the film business, I owned a processing lab on the other side of town. I was really amazed at the number of fun-loving people who shared my interest. Christ! You should see some of the photographs people come in with to have blown up to life size and hang on their bedroom walls. And the movies, absolutely wild. Hell, I figured, why should they be having all the kicks?"

"You mean you take pictures of your wife? Naked?"

"Sure as hell do, Stephan." Basil crossed his long legs and set down his coffee cup, leaning forward on the sofa as if giving a sales pitch.

"We take movies of each other fucking almost every night. Christ! You oughta see our collection. Why, thousands of people do the same thing all over the country these days. It's the in-thing to do." It was out of self-protection that Basil referred to 'his wife.'

Frank allowed his smile to widen. "That's why I suggested the movie camera, Stephan. Give you and Gillian's fucking a little lift. What's it been? Three years now? Sex getting a little too predictable for your tastes, huh?"

Stephan moistened his parched lips uncertainly. His brother had put him in an awkward position: what he and his wife did in the privacy of their own home was nobody's business but their own. But then again, this whole business of taking movies was getting out of hand, Frank putting it on a masculine-pride level and, assuming the role of the elder knowledgeable brother. Stephan refused to admit his naivete.

It wouldn't hurt, really, he reasoned to himself, to tell Frank about the movies he'd taken of Gillian last night. It was all innocent anyway. Gillian would never have to know: her communication with Frank was on the level of pure cordiality, with terse hellos and goodbyes.

Stephan placed his elbows on the arms of the chair and said in a low voice, "Well, we did get some good footage last night. Some…some cheesecake as you say."

"Good," said Frank with a broad grin. "Did you get a kick out of playing movie director?"

"Sure did, Frank."

Basil laughed. "Nude shots?"

Stephan felt himself flushing again. "Well, not really. More like old Coca-Cola calendar ads. Cheesecake, as you call them."

"Got a surprise for you, Stephan." Basil leaned forward on the sofa again. "Now I wouldn't show these to anybody but Frank, but since you're his brother and all, and because I like you, I'm gonna give you a Sunday morning lift." He reached down to his brief case at the edge of the sofa and clicking it open, removed a bulky white envelope.

Stephan's nervous grin gave way to a frown. This was getting out of hand. With trembling fingers he tore open the envelope and looked up to see Basil staring fixedly at his expression.

"Let me explain: these are some film cartridges taken from a different movie film. A couple people sent the film in for me to develop. I take out the good parts and take them with the Polaroid movie camera. I get all these cartridges and they get their film. Pretty, good racket, you know?" He laughed and settled back comfortably on the sofa.

Frank rose to his feet, his hand stroking his forehead nervously.

Jesus, he thought, I wish Basil wouldn't explain his operation to everybody who steps foot in this studio. One of these days he's gonna get busted and I don't want to have my name and address on a warrant.

"Hey, guys, 'scuse me, but I gotta set up for a shooting session tonight."

Stephan watched his brother disappear through the doorway into the studio. There was no way out of it, he was stuck with Basil and his lewd ideas of fucking.

Basil went over to a closet by the couch and came back with a viewer.

He set it up and in a few seconds was showing the first cartridge.

Stephan sucked in his breath sharply as his eyes watched the first frame on the screen. "My God!" he managed to whisper.

The first cassette was of a lithe, buxom blonde with an angelic face.

From her innocent face, Stephan guessed her to be no more than eighteen years old. She was lying completely naked on her back in a lounge chair; her slender legs raised and widespread, hanging over the sides of the soft blue cushions so that the whole of her naked loins were displayed to the eye of the movie camera. Her hands were cupped teasingly around her blonde-furred pussy, framing the wide-splayed splendor of her cunt. She was smiling coyly between her ruby-nippled alabaster tits. Stephan blinked and looked as the movie went on.

Another sharp intake of breath, and a small gasp. The same young blonde, looking just as innocent and angelic as before, but a darkhaired handsome male had joined her in the chair. The blonde was straddling the man's loins, her widespread pussy lowered down on the man's hardened cock, so that fully half of his huge, wetly glistening cock was sunk into her open cunt. She was holding its base between her thumb and forefinger, her small pink tongue held tightly between her full red lips and her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her other hand squeezed her huge tit, very hard, so that the jutting nipple seemed to point directly at the camera lens.

"That's one of my favorites," smiled Basil.

"But this girl can't be over nineteen and the guy looks twice her age," protested Stephan.

"That's her father."

Jesus Christ, thought Stephan, beads of sweat lacing his forehead and a rising hardness in his loins. He watched as the film finished with the young blonde sucking the man's cock to cumming in her mouth and then the viewer's screen went blank and Basil put on another cassette until all of them had been seen. One showed a different balding man kneeling between the opened thighs of a brunette, with huge pear-shaped breasts, his long tongue snaking out to touch the hotly swollen nipple of her clit nestled between soft, fleecy brown pussy curls. Another depicted a voluptuous blonde girl barely out of her teens with her coral-colored lips voraciously sucking the throbbing prick of a muscular man while he fucked the middle finger of one hand into the wetly glistening hole of her soft pink cunt. Her leg was raised so that the full extent of her cunthole was presented to Stephan's view while she sucked the man's cock and toyed with his cum-laden balls. Still another cassette showed two couples, both in their mid-thirties, engaged in an orgiastic group session which Stephan could not believe upon first sight, since one woman was being fucked by one man while that same man was sucking the cunt of another woman who in turn was licking the balls of another man.