The College Thespian - Chapter Three - Practicing at Home Commences

**Chapter Three - Practicing at Home Commences**

When they entered the house, Cory was sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop sitting open in front of him.



“We got your jockstrap!!” Leah yelled with a playful tone. She came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her heavy breasts on his back. He didn’t want this moment to end. He was having thoughts about his sister he never had before. She dropped the plastic package in his lap, forcing him to wince a bit from hitting his nuts.



“Ohhh, oops! You might want to go put that on, so you don’t get hurt again.”



Cory was uncomfortable with the joke, but his libido pushed out a hearty laugh. 



“Are you almost done with your paper? I really want to start practicing.”



Looking up from his laptop to his sister who was raising both arms above her head, forcing her breasts to protrude even further than they normally do. 



“Ahhh, yeah,” he said nervously. “You could say I’m done, I guess. Where do you want to do this?”



“I think the living room would make the most sense, don’t you? That way mom could watch from the couch.”



“Wait, mom is going to be watching this?”



“You bet your ass I am,” she said, stepping into the kitchen. “We don’t want any ruptures under my own roof. I will be supervising.”



“Wait, wait? Ruptures?” Cory said, a little worry in his voice. “How hard are you going to be kicking?”



Leah stepped over to her brother, wrapped her arms around his right arm, squeezing her firm breasts against him. “I have to make it look believable. I’m the lead in the play. If I hold back the audience won’t buy in. It would ruin my whole performance.”



They both looked to their mother, Cory hoping she might take his side. “She’s absolutely right, son. If she’s going to do this, she has to do it all the way.” Sarah grabbed the jockstrap off the kitchen counter, holding it up. “But this is our secret weapon. Trust me, there will be no ruptures if you’re wearing this bad boy.” Both ladies still oblivious that a jockstrap only provides support and almost no protection against strikes of any kind.



Leah was filled with a sudden bout of remorse. “But what about that guy at the sporting goods store, mom?” She said with panic in her voice. “He had one of those on, and I do one stupid back kick and pop!! It’s gone!” She said moving her hands in a bursting gesture, tears starting to form in her eyes, not realizing she may have just jeopardized this whole ordeal.



Sarah set down the jockstrap on the counter and hugged her daughter. “Remember what we talked about. It was an accident. That’s not gonna happen here, trust me.”



“What does she mean ‘gone?’” Cory said with a touch of trepidation. “And YOU were the one who did it? Mom?”



“Cory, honey, you’re fine. I’m pretty sure that guy’s jock was defective, or I think maybe his nut was already out when Leah kicked him. Just keep your nuts in that thing and you’ll be just fine.”



“So it WAS Leah who kicked him?”



Leah was about to speak when her mother stepped in to save her. “Yes, it was your sister. But what you don’t know is there was a line of about 20 girls who kicked him before your sister," she embellished.



“And they had soccer cleats on!” Leah chimed in, still fighting back tears.



“I don’t know, Leah,” Cory said with a somber tone. “All this talk about ruptures - and that YOU were the one that ruptured the guy. I’m sorry, but I may have to reconsider. I don’t want to get ruptured.”



More tears welled up in Leahs eyes. Sarah was about to say something, but she knew her words were no match for Leah’s tears. And she was right.



When that first tear dropped from Leah's eyes to her cheek Cory got up and walked over to his sister and put his arm around her. Leah knew what had to come next. She turned to face her brother, slowly placing her hands on his chest, and slid them up and around his neck, squeezing him tight. Her supple breasts thrusting into his chest. He could feel her heartbeat against him. Tears were now pouring down Leah’s face and she started to shake in his arms.



“Leah, stop,” he whispered to his sister. “I didn’t know this meant that much to you.”



“It does,” she grunted into his chest, turning up the crying.



“Okay, okay,” Cory said softly. “I will help you.”



Leah broke their hug and looked up into his eyes. “Really? That means so much to me. I’ll be careful, I promise.” She said as she went in for what looked like could possibly be a kiss. For a brief moment, anyway, Cory thought his sister may be trying to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited. But Leah kept going past his face and gave him another enormous hug.



As they separated, Cory noticed the acorn pin on her chest. He reached down to hold it, his hand dangerously close to her left breast. “Where did you get this?” He asked in a hushed tone.



“One of the girls at the sporting goods store gave it to me.”



“Why?”



“Not sure. Isn’t it cute, though? I may want to get another one.”



Sarah couldn't help but chuckle to herself.



“We can wait until you’re ready before we do this,” Leah said, looking lovingly into her brother’s eyes.



Cory gently wiped away the tears from her cheek and said, “How about now?”



Leah once again lurched forward and embraced her brother, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest. He was in heaven.



“Okay, but don’t forget this!!” Leah said smiling, handing him the jockstrap from off the counter.



“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Cory said with a chuckle, grabbing the jock and heading into the bathroom to change. 



He stepped into the bathroom and with so much on his mind, he forgot to lock the door. He tore open the packaging and the jock fell to the floor. As he picked it up, he felt the fabric of the garment and a slight tingle went down his spine. 



*Hmm*, he thought, *This is an interesting piece of clothing*. He dropped his pants and his boxer shorts and stepped into jock. Pulling it up his legs he started to feel what he thought most sports guys must feel when they wear one - manly. When he brought the strap up to his groin, he wondered if everything would fit properly. Unbeknownst to his family, Cory was gifted with a large set of balls and a full eight-inch cock. He pulled the pouch far from his toned belly with his left hand and reached down and grabbed his package with his right, transferring everything into the pouch of the jock. Everything seemed to fit, which was a huge relief.



He stepped over to the full-length mirror in the bathroom on the backside of the door. He couldn’t help but notice how large his bulge looked in the jockstrap. He turned to the side and admired the protrusion jutting from his groin. He gazed at himself in awe, the jock feeling like a welcome cradle for his equipment. It felt wonderful. Another tingle went down his spine. He was lost in thought when the door flung open. It was his mother. They sat in silence staring at each other. Then Sarah’s eyes went to her son’s crotch and her jaw fell. Cory quickly maneuvered his hands to cover, well try to cover, his package.



“L-L-Leah w-w-wanted to know,” Sarah stammered, not taking her eyes off her son’s crotch, “If you’re hung, hung, hungry?”



“Not really, thanks,” Cory said, snapping out of his trance.



“Maybe I could get you a snack? Like some n-n-nuts, maybe?”



“That’s okay, let me get dressed and we can get started.”



“You’re nuts. You're nutty,” Sarah said with the slur of a drunk. 



Moments later Cory entered the living room wearing his pants on over the jock.



“You can’t wear that, I can’t even see the target!” Leah exclaimed. 



“What do you want me to wear? What does he wear in the play?”



“For this scene he wears dance tights, but I doubt you have any of those.”



“Sorry, fresh out of dance tights,” Cory chuckled, sighing a bit of relief at having dodged that bullet.



“I know!” Sarah said, lifting her pointer finger. “I’ll be right back!”



When their mom left the room, Leah stepped over to her brother and looked down to his crotch. “How does it fit? Nothing’s going to slip out, right?”



“It actually fits pretty well. It’s tight, but…” He left his statement hanging there. He didn’t want to give anything away about his size. Since he was never really in sports growing up and was very cautious about keeping his privates, private, his mother and sister never really saw him in anything revealing like baseball pants or those trunks that serious swimmers wear. The only possible time they might have caught a glimpse of his size would be when he walked down the hall to his bedroom after a shower. A towel wrapped around him, he’d have to go down the stairs, past the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He would noticed once in a while, if he was using a white or grey towel, it was thin enough that he could make out the head of his cock in the mirror, down near his knees. But he doubted anyone else noticed.



Soon, Sarah was back holding two pair of tights - one was white and one was light pink. “Which one would you like to wear honey?”



“Are you serious?” Cory asked, looking over to Leah.



Leah shrugged and said, “It’s what he wears in this scene.” Then she batted her eyelashes and Cory, without any further hesitation, knowing it was no use to argue, snatched the white tights from his mother and huffed over to the bathroom once again. He struggled to get the tight fabric up to his waist and he hollered out in frustration.



“Everything alright in there?” His mother said, now standing at the bathroom door.



“Ummm, can you. Help me a second - just you!” He emphasized.



“Sure, honey,” Sarah said and meekly opened the door.



“What’s up?” She asked as she saw the white tights stuck at his thighs. She brought her hand up to stifle a laugh.



“I may need help getting these on - they’re a little small.”



“Oh, they’re stretchy,” Sarah said, stepping further into the bathroom. 



“Yeah, well, I tried, but I couldn’t get them over my… Over my… Up to my waist.



Sarah couldn’t help the grin that was now plastered on her face. “Here, let me help you with that,” she said, taking a hold of the front waistband of the tights. “You ready?” She asked, still smirking. 



“Just hurry up please!”



“Okay, here goes,” she said, pulling hard on the waistband, momentarily getting hung up on her son’s huge bulge. He winced a bit and she looked up into his eyes. “Sorry hun. Almost got it.” And with one more heave, she managed to get the garment over his protruding appendage.



“There,” she said, stepping back to take a look. “Looks great! Very cute.”



Cory turned to look in the mirror. The tights were stretched so tight, he may as well not be wearing anything. His obscene bulge was on full display, crammed into his new jockstrap.



“You ready, big boy?” Sarah asked, standing behind her son as he looked into the mirror.



“I guess. Let’s do this,” he said, opening the bathroom door. Sarah couldn’t resist slapping him on the ass as they exited the bathroom. Cory turned and gave her a dirty look.



“What? Your ass looks really cute in this!” She said with a chuckle. 



He sheepishly held both hands in front of his crotch as he walked down the hall to the living room, his hands not quite big enough to hide everything. Leah could only smile as she saw her brother approaching in the white tights, about to give her free access to kick his most private parts.



Cory turned the corner into the living room, his hands firmly placed over his crotch. He stopped and faced his sister as Sarah came up form behind and pulled his arms back, revealing what his under those tights. “Mother!” Cory scolded. 



“I’m sorry son, but you look so cute in those dance tights. I wanted your sister to see. What do you think, Leah? Doesn’t he look great?”



Leah sat in silence, trying not to stare at her brother’s package. But her eyes kept darting between his face and his groin. *Oh my god*, she thought to herself. *That can’t be real!*



“Doesn’t he look great?” Sarah repeated with a grin. Leah could only nod, her mouth slowly opening in shock. “Should be an easy target, am I right?” Sarah said, pushing her son closer to her daughter so now his crotch was a mere inches away from her face. 



Trying to spare both of them the humility, Cory spoke up, “How about we do the scene over here?” He said walking to the other side of the living room, turning his back to them both.



Leah could sense his anxiety. She slowly walked over to her brother who was once again, hiding his groin with his hands. She stepped in front of him, got really close to where they were toe-to-toe, almost touching. She took both of her brother’s hands into hers and looked into his eyes, her hands millimeters from his giant cock. He didn’t resist as she brought one of his hands up to her left and the other up and to her right. She pulled them wide, drawing him closer to her until her braless breasts pressed against his chest. She brought her hips forward until she made contact with his now lightly stiffening cock. Luckily, the jock kept his boner in check, pushing it toward the floor. “Don’t be ashamed,” Leah whispered in his ear, as she continued pressing herself up against him. He could feel her breath in his ear and smell her beautiful platinum hair. “You look great,” she said in what could be construed as a sultry voice.



His knees almost buckled. “Thank you,” he whispered back. “Are you ready?”



“Let’s do this,” Leah said, looking at her mother with a smile.



“Okay, what’s the scene?” Cory asked, stepping back from his sister. Leah doing everything she could to keep from looking down at his crotch.



“Well, this one takes place in the dance studio, I accidentally kick you in the nuts while dancing, you get mad, we have an argument and I get so mad that I kick you in the nuts again.”



“Okay so I’m a dancer in this scenario, what are you?”



“I’m a dancer, too.”



“So where’s your costume?”



“Well, I figured that’s not really why we’re here. We’re here to have me practice kicking your nuts.”



“Okay then, I’ll just go put my pants back on and we can do the scene.”



“But, but, but,” Leah stuttered. Then she realized he was right and gave in. “Oh, okay, you’re right. I’ll go put on my costume. But it’s not done yet so, no laughing.”



“Deal,” Cory said with a laugh. 



Leah ran up to her bedroom and searched for her costume. She had three or four of them because the school hadn't provided the official costume yet so she had to provide her own for now. She grabbed the first one she saw. It was a pink leotard, with a wispy skirt made of netting and white tights. She took off her shirt and looked around for a bra and saw only two ugly sports bras. “That won’t do,” she muttered to herself and pulled on the white tights over her small red thong.



In only her red thong and white tights, she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom for a moment. She looked at herself and a small tingle went down her spine. She felt sexy. She didn’t know why this was even remotely a sexual thing. *I’m kicking my brother in the nuts*, she thought to herself. *It’s not a love scene by any means. Why am I getting turned on? Is he? I doubt it. How can you feel sexy when you are getting your nuts pummeled? Impossible.*



Leah pulled up the pink leotard over her tights and pushed each arm through the arm holes. She turned to face the mirror and an “Oh my,” exited her mouth. Much like her brother’s tights, her leotard was tight, getting stretched beyond reason, from her large natural breasts, clearly showing her two dark, quarter-sized nipples. *Well, he’s not covering up, why should I?* She thought to herself. 



“One more thing,” she said aloud. She grabbed her white blouse, took off the acorn pin and fastened it just above her left breast. “There,” she said, and she left her bedroom. 



She proudly walked back down the steps, her breasts bobbing with every step. Cory was gobsmacked. *Holy shit,* he thought to himself. *She looks amazing.*



Walking right up to her brother, she said, “This is my costume - happy now?”



She noticed he was staring at her tits, she brought her hands up to cover them and said, “Sorry, I don’t have any clean bras right now. Hope you don’t mind?”



Cory could only stare back at her in stunned silence. 



“You better hope Mr. Patrick doesn’t see you like that, Leah, or he’ll want you to wear that for the play!” Sarah said with a laugh. Mr. Patrick was the assistant director and a bit of a perv.



“Oh, and we have matching tights!” Leah said with glee. “Now, can we get started already?”



"I'm ready," Cory said.



"Okay, so here’s the scene: you and I are dancing in a ballet and you lift me up and my heel accidentally smashes your balls.”



“That sounds pretty easy,” Cory said, a bit relieved he wouldn’t have to do much acting. “Do I say anything?” 



“Well, you act like it hurt - a lot. Make the crowd believe it. Now, I’m not sure how that will go with you wearing that jockstrap. How are your acting skills? Anyway, then you get up and with a squeaky voice you say ‘you did that on purpose you bitch!’ And you wait and let the crowd laugh.”



“Laugh at what?”



“Your squeaky voice. That will be hilarious. Really sell that part, okay?”



“You did that on purpose, bitch!” Cory said, pointing at his sister.



“Good! But remember, with a squeaky voice.”



“Sure, I can do that. So, is that the end of the scene?”



“No silly. I get pissed because you called me a bitch and I haul off and kick you right in the nuts. Now, this is the second time you got hit in the nuts in, like, 30 seconds, so for the second one really ham it up, like it’s the worse pain you’ve ever felt.”



“So is that the end of the scene?”



“Almost,” Leah said, laughing at the next part. “For some reason, a maid comes by and she accidentally pushes her cart right into both of your nuts! Isn’t that great?” 



Sarah laughed and suddenly got an idea and left the room.



“First of all, how do you know the cart hit both nuts?” Cory asked. 



“Well, that’s what it says in the script.”



“Really? Okay. And second, why do we have to practice that part, that has nothing to do you practicing your kicking! And, I will remind you, I’m not even in the play!"



*He has a point*, Leah thought to herself. 



“Well, I’m not just practicing my kicking,” she said.  “I’m practicing my acting. How should I react when the maid hits you in the nuts? Is it funny? Do I show concern for you? Or do I try to get one more kick in?”



“Wait, another kick?”



“Well, you never know? So you have to, for sure, be in this scene, because I might have to kick you again. Now, are you ready to lift me in the air?”



Cory meagerly nodded.



“Okay, let’s start on this end of the living room. You will put your hands on my hips, we take a few strides that way and when you lift me, my right foot will swing back and hopefully hit you square in the nuts.”



“Ahhh, honey, that sounds an awful lot like a back kick,” Sarah said as she entered the living room, now wearing a sexy French Maid costume.



“Mother, what are you wearing?” Leah asked with a laugh.



Cory’s jaw dropped, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never seen his mother dressed like this and she looked hot.



“Relax, you two,” She said. “You’ll see later why I’m wearing this. But as I was saying, Leah, you remember what happened with your last back kick, right? Please be careful.”



Cory started to get nervous, “Wait, you popped that guy’s nut with a back kick?”



“Well, technically, allegedly…yes.” Leah confessed, “But his left nut slipped completely out of his jock so it was his fault, really. If he keeps his nut in his jock, he still has it. And don’t worry, that jock fits you great. And I tell you what, if I do happen to see a nut slip out, I will try to stop myself from kicking you.”



“You will try? Could you please try really hard?”



“I promise. You ready?”



“I guess so.”



The two walked to one end of the living room. “Now put your hands on my hips,” Leah said in a hushed tone like they were on stage. “We’ll take a few steps, and then you’ll lift me.”



“And you’ll do the, the, um, back kick?”



“You got it!” She said, turning around tapping her finger on the tip of his nose in a playful way.



They took off across the living room. After a couple of swift steps, which gave them more momentum than either had anticipated, they got to the middle of the room and Leah yelled “Now!” and Cory lifted his sister by the hips, she exploding with an athletic leap, her right heel exploding into Cory’s balls.



Thinking the jockstrap would actually protect him, Cory hadn’t anticipated quite this much pain. *Did he get a defective one?* He thought to himself as his life flashed before his eyes.



*Did guys really wear these in sports to protect their junk?* He wondered to himself. The pain was immense and was literally gut-wrenching. The pain shot from his testicles, like lightning bolts, up into his lower abdomen, causing him to dry heave as he fell to the floor. 



Leah stood up and and whispered, “That was great, good job. Real convincing. Now get up and call me a bitch.”



Though in severe pain, Cory knew if he didn’t fight through this, all of this would be over. They’d stop with the practice sessions. No more see-through leotard, no more being this close to her. No more feeling her breath on his neck and smelling her hair.



Through sheer will he brought his left foot up, then his right. Gritting through the pain, he stood up and said with a very squeaky voice, “You did that on purpose, bitch!”



Leah could tell something wasn’t quite right, but she was thrilled when she heard the voice. “You did the voice! That was so perfect! So high! Oh, oh, sorry, this is my line. ‘What did you call me?’”



“I said you’re a bitch,” Cory said with an even higher voice. 



Leah placed both of her fists up in front of her face like a boxer or martial artist, crouched down and thrust her right foot up with lightning speed into Cory’s balls. You could hear the smack across the entire room. 



Cory collapsed to the floor, curling up from the pain just as his mother turned and grabbed a laundry basket from behind her that she had brought as part of her costume. Leah smiled when she saw what her mother was up to. Cory was too out of it to notice.



“That was awesome! Just like we talked about. The second one will hurt more. Good job!” Leah whispered to her brother, wanting to stay in character. “Now get up, I think the maid is coming.”



Cory used all of his strength to lift his head. He saw his mother in that sexy costume heading toward him. And damn, she looked great. He braced for impact...