Chapter 7

George Michael followed Maeby down the school corridors. Luckily for her, dressed in an outfit that did not leave much to the imagination, the corridors were empty as most of the kids were in class, so their was less gawping at her as she walked past. As George Michael walked behind her, his eyes got to fully take in her body. Her legs were bare and beautiful, her whole body seeming to sway as she walked, inviting him to come closer and touch her. George Michael could not stop himself but ogling her backside, the short, silk dress stretched against her bottom, pronouncing sexiness in an almost declaratory manner. The dress was a satin colour, glazed over with what appeared to be diamonds but was in fact just silver sequins. It tantalized him so much his staring was not just the result of the natural erotic feelings of a teenager, but he was mapping out in his mind what Maeby looked like in that dress so that he could call upon the image later on for his own personal pleasure. As he walked behind her he did not feel the same guilt and fear that he usually felt when admiring Maeby, like when he took glimpses of her coming out of the shower, or taking glances at her face when she wasn't looking. Somehow, safe in the knowledge that she liked him also, it gave him both a sense of bravery and moral justification. It couldn't be that bad to stare if she felt the same way about him. She was still his cousin however, but that simple fact had somehow found itself trapped in a section of his brain, snowed in by lust and romance. It wasn't so buried beneath an avalanche of desire that its voice had been drowned out, more that it had been side-lined in favour of the other aspects of George Michael's self. The aspects that were by their very nature the antithesis of reason. That reason declared that any relationship with Maeby was wrong. It could only lead to a disaster. Their parents would not stand for it. It would drive apart their family if they ever got together and broke up. Would their children end up like Rita? All of these doubts protested from a position of weakness as a game of suggestive thoughts played out in George Michael's mind. He imagined what he and Maeby would say to each other when they got back home. Would they start some secret affair, or would they just try to bury their feelings into oblivion? But Maeby didn't seem to want that, and George Michael didn't think he could do that either. Would they kiss? Would they even have sex? The thought made him blush, but blush in that indescribably nice way that girls in movies seemed to emulate when they were being flirted with. As the two continued walking down the empty corridor Maeby turned her head and gave George Michael a small smile, the same childlike smile on that adult face which Maeby had given him back in the changing room. He could only smile stupidly back. Suddenly she doubled-back, peering through the window of a classroom, and beckoning to him. George Michael walked towards her, his eyes clumsily roaming her breasts which were struggling wonderfully against her dress.

"Look." Maeby indicated to the inside of the classroom where situated towards the whiteboard was a coffin of a mahogany colour. It was placed in front of rows of empty seats on top of a small, but elevated wooden platform. The height of this platform no doubt gave the teacher some weapon in trying to elevate herself into a position of authority over a bunch of lively students, unwilling to listen or work. The room was a smaller, but much brighter classroom then Gob's venue.

"This must be Tony Wonder's trick," said George Michael, and he eagerly entered the room with his cousin.

Beams of sunlight instantly hit the two of them when they entered the room and the brightness from this vengeful Californian sun forced George Michael to shield his eyes. Maeby had however already made her way to the coffin and had opened it up. George Michael walked over to her and looked at the inside, seeing it laced with purple velvet. He looked back towards the door, afraid that someone would walk in any minute.

"I found it." Maeby had been running her hand along the right-hand side of the inside of the coffin and had found a hinge. She took the hairpin from her pocket and placed it through the metal connecting piece that was hidden at the side of the coffin, slightly above the halfway point. Maeby paused, and then she reached into her hair pulling out her own hairpin. Her hair which had been long, now completely was let free in a flurry of enticement.

"What are you doing," hissed George Michael, one eye on the door.

"Their must be two hinges, ones not enough to hold someone's weight." She ran her hand further through the velvet, down and down until she got towards the end of the coffin. "Found it," she whispered in victory. She made another small rip in the lining allowing her to place her own hairpin through the circular part of the metal hinge, just as she had done to the upper hinge a moment ago. "That should sure as hell stop Sitwell from being able to pass through the false bottom," she explained.

George Michael viewed the bottom of the coffin in confusion. It seemed to his eye to be exactly in line with the bottom of the floor on the elevated platform. And how did the false bottom open? He saw a flash of dark black that had hidden itself near the top end of the coffin amongst all the ruffled lining, and upon further inspection he realised it was a button. He pressed it. The bottom of the coffin seemed to try to open up by allowing itself to collapse downward, no doubt allowing the occupier to fall through, but they're was the small sound of a faint thump as the coffin bottom moved downwards a little bit, but unable to perform its purpose as the hinges had been jammed and so the system of pullies and levers that allowed for the fake bottom to fall was deemed incapacitated by his and Maeby's sabotage. Maeby pushed down on the bottom of the coffin, seeing if it was steady. "I think its fine," she said, giving George Michael a nod.

"Good, now let's get out of here," he responded, a strong hint on nervousness in his voice.

Suddenly, the two of them heard the sound of oncoming voices, unmistakably Tony Wonder's and Sally Sitwell's. Their footsteps were coming closer and the two cousins gave each other a look of panic. Instantly the two had the same idea. Maeby went into the coffin first with virtually no hesitation, George Michael on the other hand realised that if he went in he would be getting on top of her. Literally.

"Get in," she urged, and George Michael did so, carefully entering the coffin and closing the lid back on him as he did so.

George Michael lay on top of her now, the dark completely obscuring any vision the two had. It was a marked contrast to what had been the bright, sunlight classroom just seconds before. The two could both hear and feel the breathing of the other. George Michael, not wanting to make Maeby feel uncomfortable tried to stop his body from crushing her, but he could not help in the closeted space having his groin rest upon hers.

"So, I'd say we've got about ten minutes before the kids get hear. How about you and I put on a little magic show for ourselves?" The voice, while muffled, was definitely that of Tony Wonder's.

"It's to risky," protested Sally Sitwell, "if anyone finds out you're not really gay your entire career will be destroyed. Not to mention me. I don't want people knowing I date a magician, let alone my boss."

"Lying bastards," George Michael whispered to himself. So, Wonder was just pretending to be gay for his magic act and Sitwell was in on it.

"Oh come on, five minutes, tops," responded a groaning Wonder. It was followed by the sound of kissing.

"Ok, but be quick," Sitwell said, her voice raised by an octave. "Do it in the coffin, and make sure you remember to put the lid down this time.

At this, the two cousins trapped in the box looked at each other, and while they could not see each other in the pitch black they both knew that the other must have had a face of sheer dread. George Michael just lay there, unable to think, but fortunately Maeby was already reaching across to the hinges with her left hand in a quick motion, pulling the pin out of the first hinge. George Michael, realising what she was doing stretched his right arm around to pull the pin out of the second hinge, a much harder feat as he had to use his arm to reach to it behind him. The sound of kissing and groaning was loud in his ears and with just a moment to left he slammed his hand against the black button. The false bottom of the coffin opened with ease and the two fell through, hitting a rubber mat. Just as the coffin lid was opening George Michael spun around and hit the bottom up, clicking it back into place. The sound of the two of them falling, even if it was just a very short distance had created a small thud, as had the slamming of the false bottom, but fortunately Wonder was to busy tearing of Sitwell's clothes for either two if them to realise. A moment later George Michael heard the sound of the coffin lid closing.

"Where are we?" Maeby asked in a whisper, the words tantalising throughout George Michael's left ear causing a party of goose bumps to emerge on his skin. He couldn't see anything but he guessed that their must has been some sort of gap created in the wooden platform that Tony Wonder had created and then fitted his coffin in just so that the trick would work.

"We must be in that small platform," he whispered back, and feeling his arms, George Michael realised that they had a little more space then they had in the coffin, although he was still pressed firmly against Maeby in a manner that he knew his father would not approve of. The sounds of lovemaking were louder now, Sally Sitwell's moans penetrating trough the coffin into the ears of the two teenagers. George Michael did everything he could to stop his erection rising, he even tried to imagine Tobias's testicles, something that he had tried to expunge from his memory many years ago, but it was all to no avail.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Put that magic in me," Sitwell said, her words marked by a sexual appetite needing to be solved by the feelings of a man. He was on top of Maeby, his body pressed against hers. He could feel her skin on his, he could feel her breathing on his neck. He could hear the sounds of sex, real life sex, something he had never heard in his entire life. How could he have not stopped his erection from growing? He felt like he was going to die of embarrassment as it pressed onto Maeby. He tried to position himself away but to no avail. For about half a minute the two just lay there, him on top of her, pretending that nothing was happening, the sounds of lovemaking invading their space, unable to be blocked out.

"Yeah, put it in me, quickly now," Sitwell urged, her voice not louder but definitely higher. "Put it in me, come on." Again that sound of animal urge raged itself throughout her tone.

As the sex started between the two Maeby raised herself towards George Michael's left ear.

"It's ok," she said in a whisper that was so reassuring George Michael felt that old bravery coming back to him. "Hear, let me help."

"What do you mean?" he asked, but almost as soon as he asked the question he felt a hand touching him. He gasped. He gasped in a way that he had never gasped before. The touch sent could have sent him mad. It was the most amazing feeling he had felt as Maeby's hand stroked him through his tight, to small dark trousers. Her fingers making its way up it, and then down it, just had Maeby done moments before to the velvet in the coffin when she was looking for the hinges. Up and down she stroked, careful not to hurt him, careful to go lightly.

"Oh Maeby," he wheezed, his breathing rising to out of control depths.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked in a whisper, the sound of her words playing in his ear. Even as she said it, he knew that she knew the answer as indicated by the seductive manner she said it in. That naughty tone which turned him on so much.

"No. God no." The words came out like a prayer. As Maeby continued touching him, fondling him while his right hand slowly made its way to her right breast.

"Yes George Michael." At the mention of his name his ego went mad. Never before had he felt as high as now, and not thinking, George Michael plunged his lips onto hers, where he was met by a ferocious response of her tongue stretching to meet his in an experience of pure unbridled ecstasy.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, that's it. Fee the wonder. Feel the fucking wonder." The voice was Tony Wonder's, and it echoed down to the two kissing cousins. It didn't turn them off, on the contrary it spurred them on. Maeby's left hand reached over to the strap on her dress and she pushed it off. What was created was the wonderful sensation of her bare breast being felt by George Michael's hand so that she herself couldn't help but moan into his ear. To him, the moan felt like nothing more then pure self-confidence boost, and spurred on he started kissing her neck, moving downwards as he did so. Down and down he went until he reached her bare shoulder, his wet mouth kissing it more and more.

Maeby reached up and kissed him again. This time it was slower and more sensual, but no less fantastic. In fact, its tenderness only seemed to perfect the event that was now occurring between the two. An event of pure lust and fun, so that it seemed impossible to him that any of those silly issues that had plagued him before, those issues about her being his cousin and so forth, could ever have even made him think twice before engaging in such a natural act with this girl who he felt so strongly about.

Thud. The thud, coming from the classroom door caused the couple in the coffin, and the couple below them, to stop what they were doing and listen. A sudden silence filled the room. Maeby's hand retreated back to herself while George Michael's ears primed themselves to hear any whispered conversation.

"So, I didn't expect to find you in hear." The voice was not a whisper, but rather a familiar deep and loud tone with a boisterous edge which met their ears. It was the voice of Gob.

"Well, when you're running for congress it helps to go to schools to celebrate their anniversaries. It helps in attracting voters. But when I heard that Gob the magician was performing, well, I naturally asked around to find out where you were, and now I've found you in hear."

George Michael didn't recognise the voice but Maeby did. "That's Lucile Austero," she whispered. "She's Buster's ex-girlfriend."

"Well, you know it's over between us right. You and me, we're just not compatible you know. I'm just to young for you Lucille." That was Gob speaking.

"Yes of course. Having said that, would you be opposed to some overdue breakup sex, you know, just for fun."

Maeby recoiled in horror, and before George Michael knew what was going on there was a thump against the coffin and the sounds of kissing and moaning which George Michael had already heard from Wonder and Sitwell. He heard shuffling above and with an instinctual understanding he crouched up so that his whole body was pressed against the false bottom of the coffin.

"Oh, Gob you really know how to make a 60-year-old like me feel 50," Lucile 2 moaned, her voice high and loud.

"She's 60," whispered George Michael to himself.

"Let's get inside this coffin," Gob said, his voice loud enough to be heard from across Orange County.

George Michael heard more frantic whispers from above and braced himself for the weight he would surely encounter on his back. When it came he could have sworn it almost killed him, but he managed to struggle on all the same, refusing to allow Wonder and Sitwell to open the false bottom. If they did, not only would they potentially be crushed to death, but worse, they might be discovered.

"Why wont this bloody thing open?" yelled an angry Gob, the coffin shaking now. Clearly, with Wonder and Sitwell unable to escape through the coffin's bottom, they had resorted to trying to force the lid shut through gripping it from the outside. Just when the situation could not have got any stranger they're was the sound of the classroom door opening once again and the deafening sound of chatter as kids sprawled in to see the magic show.

"That's not good," whispered George Michael, again to himself.

"Ok settle down, settle down," and he could not help but recognise the voice as that of the very attractive blonde teacher who had escorted them to the changing room. George Michael listened as the teacher settled the students and silence finally came back over the room.

"Hello kids," a frantic Lucile 2 voice said. "Today you're, erm… going to see Gob doing a magic trick."

"What, no, I'll think you'll find my magical illusions are in the other room. So, boys and girls if you just want to follow me to my show, you don't need to see Tony Wonder's trick anyway."

"No!" At this, Wonder had exploded out of his coffin in anger. "You get your hands of my trick you tall arsed bastard."

"What the hell," Lucile 2 yelled in shock as she saw Sally Sitwell also coming out of the coffin.

"What's going on?" yelled the teacher as Wonder started arguing with Gob.

As this commotion was happening George Michael dressed himself. His erection had subsided (helped enormously by the sounds of his uncle making out with a 60-year-old woman). He realised something. After all this was over, if Wonder tried to perform his trick he would soon discover what caused the problem, and George Michael and Maeby could only keep hidden in the coffin for so long. They could just admit the truth about their sabotage latter, after all, it didn't matter to much if Gob got thrown in hot water with the Magician's Alliance or whatever, not now (and hear George Michael was thinking like a Bluth) they had incriminating blackmail material on him. Ready to put his master plan into action he turned to Maeby.

"Get ready and follow my lead."

"Wait, what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Just trust me," was his response. Then, he bent down allowing the already loose false bottom to slide down and open up. Sunlight hit their faces and George Michael burst out with his arms outstretched, fuelled by confidence that he had got from the making out just a few moments before. "Ta-da!" he yelled at the audience of gaping kids, and gaping adults for that matter. He outstretched his hand, pulling Maeby out through the coffin, and together they stepped out onto the wooden platform in front of everyone. Gob, Wonder, Sitwell and Lucie 2 just stared.

One student suddenly got up and pointed in wide amazement at the coffin. "Woah, that's amazing, how could four people just fit in their like that."

"Because," Gob said, standing forward in front of the kids, realising his que, "its magic," and with that he flew his hands to the air causing fire to spark out of his sleeves. And, for once, Gob had the perfect trick. Even if it wasn't really his own.

After Tony Wonder's sort of magic show George Michael, Maeby, Gob, Tony Wonder, Sally Sitwell and Lucile Austero found themselves in the corridor outside of the classroom.

"So, you send your little spies to try and sabotage my show," Wonder said, looking at Gob with a vengeful look. "You wait till the Magicians Alliance hears about this."

"Oh really," replied Gob. He also had a vengeful look on his face. "Pretending to be gay just for an act when secretly your making out with a girl in that coffin of yours. Article IV of the Magicians Constitution expressly forbids any sexual contact within a magical prop, or did you just forget this when you were sticking it to Sitwell." Gob gave a nod of disgust to Wonder's assistant that she returned fire with a deadly look.

Tony Wonder looked at Gob, and Gob looked back, an understanding seeming to pass between the two men. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "I won't mention your acts of sabotage if you stay quiet about my sexuality."

"It's a deal," replied Gob, and the two men shook hands.

As Tony Wonder and Sally Sitwell left, George Michel herd him mutter, "it's a disgrace that in the 21st century heterosexuals still have to keep quiet about their sexuality."

"Well, we'd better be off," and without another word to Lucile 2, he left with Maeby and George Michael straggling after him.

As the three of them got into the stair car, Gob turned to his nephew and niece. "So, my question for you two is why did you feel the need to smuggle your way in there? All you had to do was jam the hinges with that hairpin."

To George Michael's surprise, it was him that had the answer, quickest of the mark. "Right, but then when Tony Wonder and Sally Sitwell came in we had to hide in the coffin, and then when they went into the coffin we had to hide underneath the coffin so…"

As Gob started the engine he looked at the two of them and smirked. "Honestly, do you really think that I'm so stupid I would believe a couple of love birds like you were just hiding down there. Jesus, I know a guilty look when I see one."

George Michael was about to protest the implicit accusation when Maeby instantly spoke up angrily. "So what. Who cares if we made out down there, its our business not yours and not our parents so just but out."

"Oh," said Gob happily, "so you admit you were making out. Well, you know that I'm going to have to tell Michael and Lindsey about this."

"No!" George Michael yelled instantly, terrified if his father found out. "You promised, you said you would not tell them about the kiss-"

"And I won't tell them about that innocent kiss at the kitchen. Just about you two possibly having sex underneath a coffin in a classroom packed with 8-year-olds."

George Michael, channelling his inner Bluth glared at his uncle and said in a very dark, very low voice, "then we'll tell everyone about how you snogged Lucile 2."

Gob glared back. Maeby gave him a small smile of pride. Eventually, after Gob did the calculations he said, "fine. I won't tell."

George Michael breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank You."

"But you two," Gob indicated at his nephew and niece, "are cousins. You can't be together. Period."

After a tension filled silence Maeby asked in a tone that sounded like she wanted to be defiant, but came of more pleading, "why not?"

"Because you won't be able to have kids without their being some possibility that they will end up like Rita. Then, if you get together and you break up badly it could tear Michael and Lindsey apart; breaking up the family. Not to mention that if John Beard and that bunch of a-holes down at that news channel he works at finds out about Bluth incest they would report on it. You two would then be humiliated, but worse it would hurt you grandfather's trial because you know, jury's love families that fuck each other. Not to mention, its weird. So no, I won't tell Michael and Lindsey about you two but in return you better start trying to move on from each other."

Gob's little speech seemed sensible, and it had liberated that voice in George Michael's head that had pointed out all the reasons why him and Maeby being together could only end in disaster. The rest of the journey was filled with him and Maeby in deep serious thought about what should happen between them, about their relationship and about their feelings. Unfortunately this was somewhat hard to do however while Gob sang along to 'It Ain't Easy Being White' at the top of his lungs.