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Photo Shoot Ch. 02

By: Brandie69



There I was, lying nude on my bed, posing for my little brother's camera.

It had all started innocently with a few bathing-suit shots. He was really quite good at photography, and that was how it had progressed to him coaxing me to pose in my underwear. The pictures made good use of shadow and color, and the poses were natural and sexy, but not overtly so. And he was kind and flattering, and it made me feel beautiful in a way I never had before.

So when he urged me to take off first my bra and then eventually my panties, which by then had a telltale wet spot, I did it, but only after tugging down his shorts and his boxers to expose the erection that I could easily see.

When we stopped for a break, I resisted the sudden urge to touch his impressive manhood, and instead I had asked him a question. Taking both of my breasts in my hands, I said, "you make yourself come, sometimes, don't you?"

"Huh?" Was all he could answer, and he was blushing deeply again. His erection remained insistent and firm.

"You heard me, little brother. And I already know the answer. I know you masturbate when you're alone in your room. Sometimes I can hear ... you know ... noises." Again, I played my fingers across the tops of my inner thighs, suggesting the things I might do down there with my own hands.

"Everyone does that," was his response.

It was not enough for me. "You didn't answer my question. I know everyone does it. I want you to look me in the eye and admit to me that you masturbate." I rolled over onto my stomach and propped up my chin in my hand. He started to take more pictures of my bare backside, so I reached up and took the camera from him.

"Go on, say it," I insisted.

"Y-yes," he stammered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I ... I make myself come sometimes."

"There, you've said it. Now, isn't that better?" He just nodded.

"Well, you know, I do it too."

He said "I figured you did, but, you know, I wasn't quite sure."

"And I'll bet you'd like to take some pictures of me doing that," I went on.

"Oh, sis, you know that would be so hot!"

So I got to the point. I quoted that age-old cliché: "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

I pulled myself up and sat on the bed cross-legged, bringing my hands together and placing them in front of me on the mattress, trying to hide all of my womanly things from my brother for a moment. What I really wanted to do was to reach out and touch his long, smooth erection, but I kept my hands in front of myself.

My desire was in almost total control of me now. "If you let me watch you make yourself come, then I'll do it for you. And... I want you to take pictures... you know... while I'm doing it."

"Well, uh... ok, but... where?" he stammered.

I smiled and propped up a pillow beside me on my bed. As he moved to stretch out, I said, "wait," and I reached to help him out of his shirt. His face was a deep red as at last he stretched out beside me fully naked, and I suppose my own cheeks felt a little bit warm just then, too.

I didn't think it was possible for his penis to stand out more urgently from his body, but it did so, and he reached his right hand down and started to stroke it.

"Mmmm, that's it, bro. Nice and slow; I don't want you coming too quickly," I encouraged him.

I rolled back onto my stomach, my face next to his bare hip, and his hard-on looked enormous from this close angle. He looked down at me as I reached a hand under myself to touch my own needy wetness.

"That's not fair, doing it where I can't see," he moaned, his voice ragged.

"Oh, I know you want to get a nice view," I replied, my own breathing becoming uneven. "And you will, once you finish. I want you to take pictures, remember?"

I was so close to my brother's erection as he masturbated that I could smell the mixed scents of his sweat and musk. I was so horny myself that I was ready to do just about anything.

He was breathing audibly now, and his hips were moving slightly, thrusting himself into his hand.

I sat up again, cross-legged like before, and wiggled my butt over beside his arm. "Are you getting close to coming now?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

"Oh yeah," he breathed, and his whole body trembled. He shot one long jet of white semen onto his chest, and I could see the mess this was threatening to make, so I leaned over and cupped the head of his throbbing penis with my hand, not quite touching him, but letting him spill the rest of his orgasm into it. Let me tell you, it seemed to just go on and on.

The liquid was thick and warm in my cupped fingers, and when at last he was finished I brought my two hands together, keeping it from dripping onto my bed.

He looked at me, just as red as before, surprised to see me holding his sperm in my hands.

Then he smiled and propped up on one elbow. "Your turn now, sis."

"I know, I know," I replied. "Hold your horses. Just let me go, uh, you know, wash my hands."

He stood and opened the door for me and I hurried off into the bathroom. I kicked the door closed behind me, and before I turned my hands over, spilling his seed into the sink, I brought one finger to my lips and tasted my brother on it. It was salty and slightly bitter, but overall, not bad.

Then I quickly washed my hands and dried them. The fact that I had just tasted my own brother's semen was only making my desire become more demanding. I needed to take care of it so badly, I didn't care anymore that my kid brother would be watching.

And snapping photograph after dirty nude photograph of me as I did it.

Photo Shoot Ch. 03



As I went to step out of the bathroom still naked, and cross back into my room for more pictures, I suddenly asked myself what in the hell I was doing.

I guess I had never felt so totally bare as I did at that moment. It was bad enough that I had taken my clothes off in front of my own little brother. In fact I had done it while he was taking pictures of me.

It was worse that I had taken his clothes off, too, and then watched him masturbate as he lay in my bed. At least I had caught most of his sperm in my hands to keep him from getting it all over.

But now. I drew a deep breath as I formed the words in my head. Now I was going to go back in there, both of us naked, and I had promised him I would make myself come. And in a moment of crazy desire I had asked him to take pictures of it.

I wasn't sure I could make myself walk back into that room just now, much less lie down in front of my brother and, you know, do that.

Well, I thought -- and I let out the long, slow breath -- that was the deal. I pulled open the bathroom door and stepped out before I could change my mind. I had made my own bed, as they say.

"Missy, what are you doing running around the house without clothes on?"

I blurted out, "Jesus Christ!" and I froze. It was my mother, with her purse in one hand and an envelope of some sort in the other.

"Mom, what are you doing home now?" I asked, trying to cover myself the best that I could.

"Oh, I left a bill on the kitchen counter that has to go in the mail today. So I took my lunch now to come back here and get it." Her voice was scolding herself. But she walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead and said, "now you go and get dressed before your brother sees you!"

I felt my cheeks redden at that, but she had already turned toward the front door. She called out "see you tonight," and she left.

I fell into my room, trying not to laugh out loud as my brother, still bare himself, got up from his hiding place on the other side of my bed.

"That was close," he said, making a gesture of wiping his brow.

"You think it was close for you, bro? She saw me out in the hallway naked!" and I gestured at the perfectly obvious.

"Yeah, I'm glad she didn't ask any more questions."

There was an awkward moment of quiet.

"Well, ok," I said, getting serious, "let's get busy and do this thing."

I stretched out in the center of my bed, and nervously adjusted the pillows and blankets this way and that. I knew that this was just stalling. Finally, I lay still, my knees slightly open, my hands at my sides. I let out a sigh.

"Ok," I said, "I'm ready to start."

I slowly moved my hands inward, onto and then over the tops of my thighs. I stroked a hand across my lower belly, slowly approaching my private place while trying to soothe a good case of the jitters.

I sucked up my courage and opened my legs a little wider, giving the camera a better view of my secrets. I slid two fingers down through my pubes, and as soon as they found how soft and wet I still was down there, I giggled and brought my knees back together.

I can do this, I said to myself. I will do this.

I started again, down to my wetness, and when I reached it this time I closed my eyes. It helped to shut out the sight of my brother and his camera, to get me past the hurdle of shyness and let my persistent arousal take over.

When the familiar warm feelings of pleasure were firmly in charge of me, drawing me upward towards orgasm, I opened my eyes. I made myself face right at the camera. I turned so that my glistening fingers, and their swollen target, were pointed straight at the lens. I reveled now in the exhibition.

I let my brother see it all, just exactly how I masturbate when I am alone late at night in the privacy of my locked room. How I like to start out slow until my lips are sufficiently slick, and then pick up the pace to build my arousal. I showed him that I like to insert fingers into myself, both for the feeling of fullness it gives me, and to bring more of my wetness to my clit.

And I showed him how, once I reach that point where my oncoming climax is inevitable, that I sometimes slow my fingers down as much as I can bear, sometimes just pressing my clit or just stroking it gently, to draw that moment of inevitability out as long as I can.

This time, I misjudged a bit, and the climax came sooner and harder than I was expecting. I gasped when it hit me, and with my mouth open and my breathing ragged, I let it envelop me. At its peak, my shoulders drew up off of the pillows and my whole body shook a few times.

Moments later, I opened my eyes. I don't know how long I'd had them closed like that, nor how long I had been lying still. My body still felt the current of the wonderful orgasm I'd just given myself, as though it were dissipating into the air through my skin.

I looked at my brother and smiled, and he smiled back at me. His penis was hard again, and he was touching it idly with the hand that was not holding his camera.

I scooted over to one side of the bed, and patting the other side with my hand, I said, "looks like you need to do something about that again. Come on, come back here next to me."



Photo Shoot Ch. 04



At my invitation, my brother moved onto my bed and stretched himself out next to me. Taking pictures of me touching myself to orgasm had brought back his erection, even though he had just masturbated for me a few minutes before. I guess that watching a girl doing what I had done must be pretty powerfully arousing for a man, judging by the renewed evidence now on display.

Then, too, maybe the fact that I had let him capture it on his digital camera added something to the overall effect.

As I had just done, he lay there at first with his hands on the covers beside him. I recognized it as a moment's shy reluctance to reveal his self-love. I smiled at this, given that we had both already taken a turn.

Having just climaxed, myself, I was still feeling deeply aroused. My nerves tingled so much that it was almost a buzz in my ears. I would have really liked to crawl on top of him and screw him properly, but he was, after all, my kid brother, and there was just something that wouldn't let me do that.

I actually leaned toward him, though, as he lay there, motionless and hard on my bed. I was going to take him in my mouth, give him a blowjob. Maybe his first one ever -- I didn't know. But even that, as I got closer to his penis, seemed like it might be a line I shouldn't cross.

So I stopped my movement toward him and instead I picked up his hand. He resisted at first, so I said, "just relax." And with my hand on top of his, I brought him over, onto his penis.

"Now, show me what makes it feel good," I urged him, and I kept my hand lightly on his as he started caressing himself. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

From what started as a light touch, my hand just riding on his, I began to squeeze his hand gently. I could feel the light friction as he rubbed himself up the shaft, and I could feel the slight little bump as his fingers encountered his flared head. My squeezing appeared to have increased his sensation, because he drew his knees up a little more and arched his back slightly.

To my surprise, he removed his hand and stretched both arms over his head, leaving my hand there, alone, touching his hard-on. I was so deep in my own desperate arousal that I took over masturbating my brother. He let out a moan that assured me he liked what I kept doing to him.

Caressing him like that, in his intimate place, one question became urgent to me.

So, quietly I whispered the question. "Tell me something: have you ever been with a girl?"

I looked up at his face. He was blushing again. "It's ok," I said, not changing my rhythm on him. "You haven't yet, have you?"

He put his hands together behind his head, and answered me, "no."

"A handjob or a ... a blowjob?" I asked.

"No, not even," he answered.

I slowed down and lightened my stroking. I was having almost as much fun as he was, savoring the hard smoothness of him in my hand. Oh my God, how I wanted something -- not just something: his thing -- inside me just then. But with an agony of want, I resisted. 

I could tell he was moving closer to coming, but I wasn't ready for him to finish just yet. I touched him with just one finger, sliding it ever so lightly up and down his length.

I put that finger in my mouth and got it as wet as I could, and I spread the wetness onto that place, just under the head of his cock, where I knew the sensation would drive him wild.

"How does it feel when I do that?"

I don't think he could form words at that point, but he did breathe an "ohh" and an "mmmm."

I smiled again, enjoying his pleasure. Without having actually decided one way or another, I began once again leaning toward him, but imperceptibly slowly this time. I kept my touch very light on his now slick penis -- just enough to extend his arousal, but I still didn't want to let him come just yet.

As my leaning brought my face closer and closer to him, my hair fell onto his stomach. I could feel the bed move slightly and I guessed he had lifted his head up to watch what was happening.

I let my lips fall open as I continued to get near to his engorged penis. Again, I breathed in the scent of him, now mixed with dried cum from his earlier orgasm, as well as my own familiar musk.

Circling that sensitive place on him ever so lightly then, using two fingers, I squealed with delight seeing how I was making him squirm. I used some of his own pre-cum to add to the slipperiness. My mouth was open, now, and in one more inch, I would take him inside.

But at that moment, his whole body contracted. I did not react quickly enough, and as he cried out "oh my God," he splashed out a powerful warm stream of semen, striking me in the face and spattering my hair. And in my instinct to stop being thus sullied, I pressed my mouth down onto his pulsating cock. I moaned in mixed joy and surprise as each new stream of his orgasm flowed into me. And believe me, there were many of them.

When he finished, and after I swallowed, I carefully brushed my hair from my face, trying not to spread his mess any further. He opened his eyes and sat up, and we looked at each other and laughed. I wiped a drop of him from my lips and before I could show him how I was going to eat it, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, startling me.

He pulled my finger to his own mouth, taking it inside and cleaning it off with his lips.

"Fair is fair," he said with a smile.

"Looks like I need to get in the shower," I said, and I moved toward the door.

"No, wait! One last picture.... Please?" He reached for his camera. I had almost forgotten that this whole thing had begun with a photo shoot, back when I still had some underwear on.

As embarrassed as I was having his cum on my face and my hair, I did my best to smile for the camera. Instead of one last picture, I let him take four or five, most of them close-ups of my cum-painted face, but a few of my standing, bare body.

Then at last, leaving him there in my room, I crossed the hall naked again one more time.