Pictures to Babies
mc; bg; mast; preg; inc
Little blonde twelve-year-old Morgan Masterson stood before the photographer. She was dressed in a red button down blouse with five buttons and blue jeans. Her shoes had been left by the door, so her feet were only covered by lace bobby socks, matching the white panties hiding under her jeans. Her twin brother Martin stood over to the side, similarly attired, only he had white tube socks, white briefs, and his shirt buttoned down the other way.
Their parents expected them to follow what the photographer ordered in order to make the best pictures. The cup of juice both had just had would make sure of that. It made them both ready for the photographer's aims. The photographer's commands would be obeyed, and neither would stop.
“Okay Morgan, face the camera now. Turn your body to the side just a little bit. There. Keep looking at me. Good, now push that hair back over your right shoulder. Good. Unbutton that top button, not so stuffy. Smile. Good. Turn towards your brother, look over your shoulder at me. Good, put your hand up on that next button. Turn back towards me, but keep looking over your shoulder. Good. Unbutton. Spread that collar wide.
“Okay, back facing me. Put your hands on your knees and let your blouse fall away, Good. Push back that hair again. Okay turn left a bit. Good. Now stretch for the stars. Push those little breasts towards me. Good. Keep it that way, and hands to the next button. Good. Unbutton it, but keep your right hand there to keep it together. Slide the hand up a bit. Good.
“Now let it go, Morgan and side your blouse out a bit on your right shoulder. Good. Now the left. Good. Put your hand on you left breast. Under the blouse. Good. Show me both your breasts. Good. Hands on the next button and look at your brother. Smile more left. Good. Unbutton, and let your hands go up to your collar. Good.
“Morgan, slide the blouse off your right shoulder and look towards me. Good. Now switch to the other, and look away ... down just a little. Good. Pull it back up on the shoulders, and hook those thumbs on your waist. At the first belt loop. Good. Loosen where you're tucked in a bit and stretch for the stars again. Good. Now pull the blouse all the way out. Good. Stretch again. Good. Unbutton that last button, but hold the blouse together over your breasts. Good.
“Now look up, and give me a small smile, Morgan. Good. Let your hand fall away and your blouse fall open. Good. Hands on the knees again. Good. Stand up straight and push your blouse away to show your left breast again. Good. Let it fall back. Good. Now unbutton your jeans. Right hand on left knee. Good.
“Slide your hand, Morgan, under your jeans and panties a bit. Good. A bit deeper now, let that zipper spread. Good, now all the way until you're feeling your pussy. Good, now sit back a little on the ledge behind you. Keep feeling yourself up. That's right, you're flushing perfectly. Good. Let yourself go now. Good!
“Now Morgan, take your hand out of your panties and bring in front of your face. Let it go blank as you look at it. Good. Taste it. Good. Let those pants go down a bit, off your hips. Stand up with a wide stance. Good. Bring your legs together until your pants drop to just above your knees. Good. Now start feeling your pussy through those panties. Don't hold back. Good. Spread that pussy juice wider over your panties. Good.
“Oh that was a cum, Morgan! Good girl. Let your pants fall down, and step out of them, and you can rest on the pillowed table. Good. Spread those legs so I can see that wet spot. Good. Lay on your right side and raise that leg. Good. Let the blouse fall towards me. Good. Now slide the other side behind your body. Good. Pull that leg back. Further. Good. Now bend it back down, foot to knee. Good. Push the other side of those panties down a bit. Good.
“Stand up again Morgan. Now hook those thumbs at the hips of those panties. Make them down the same amount. Good. Now push it down so just the tip of your pussy shows. Perfect! Just a little bit more. Good. A little more. Good. A tad more. Good. Now down until your panties are barely touching your bottom. Good. Now down six inches. Good. Six more. Good. Down to the knees. Good. Make like you're stepping out of them with your left foot. Good. Step out. Good. Other side. Good. Take them up to your nose and smell them. Good.
“Now toss the panties to your brother, Morgan. Good. Now look over your shoulder at me. A little bit more back. Good. Hands on your knees. Good. Now stand back up, and move your hand to your left shoulder. No your other hand. Good. Push the blouse off it. Good. Now the other side. Good. Let it drop to your elbows. Good. Hands to the sides, and let it drop to your waist. Good. Now all the way off. Good.
“I see your pussy is still wet, Morgan. Feel it again, just with the index finger. Good. Keep going. Now pull that finger up your belly. Good. Dip it in your pussy again. Kiss it. Good. Now go sit where your brother is, while we get him ready for your pictures together. Oh, one last one, stop. Martin, come give your sister a kiss. Good. Now sit down Morgan, and keep feeling your pussy.
“Martin, show me some muscle. Good, now put your hands between the middle set of buttons. Good. Now yank it apart. Oh those buttons came off perfectly. Now saunter over to that bed. Good. Turn around and smile real big at your sister. Good. Point at her. Good. Now push your shirt nearly off your shoulders. Good. Shoulders back, and flex those muscles. Good.
“Now sit back against that ledge, and unbutton your jeans. Good. Now slid your hand under your briefs to adjust your thing. Good. Feel it up a bit, don't hold back. Good. Pull out your hands once it's nice and hard. Excellent. Good. Now stand up and let your jeans drop to the floor. Good. Step toward your sister and out of them. Good. Slide your briefs down slowly. Good. Let them drop, and take another step out of them towards your sister. Good. Stroke yourself to hardness again. Good. Now slide that shirt off. Good.
“Now Morgan, come back over here, and put an arm around your brother's shoulders. Good. Now Martin, hands around her waist and turn just a bit. Good. Hug around his shoulders, and around her waist. Good. Close in, and look into each other's eyes. Good. Now closer, not quite touching. Good. Pucker those lips. Now touch them gently. Good. Turn a bit and let it deepen, open your mouths to each other. Good. Now raise your hands to play with her hair a bit. Good.
“Martin press your cock against her. Good. Morgan, reach down between your bodies and aim his cock at your pussy. Good. Coat it's tip with your juices. Good. Now push her back against that bed. Good. Morgan, lay down with your legs hanging off the bed. Martin, bend over and kiss her. Good. Now line up your thing with her pussy. Smile Morgan. Good. Run the head up and down her slit before you push it inside her. Good. Now put her feet up above your shoulders and start stroking deeper into her. Good.
“Morgan, let yourself go as you feel him stroking inside you. Good. Martin, tell your sister when you're about to come inside her, and hold yourself deep inside her when you do. Work up some sweat there. Good. Oh that was a pitiful moan there, Morgan. That's better. Good. Bend over to kiss her on the lips again. Good. Oh wonderful.
“Now pull out slowly, Martin. Good. Stop. Let that strand drop away. Good. Now step back, Martin. Good. Now Morgan, dip your finger in your pussy. Good. Now taste it. Good. Dip it again and offer it to Martin. Good. Now slide up the bed. Put a pillow under your sister's bottom. Good. Now climb up beside her and cuddle. Good. Slide your arm under her. Good. Now let your eyes close and rest. Good.
“You don't need any clothes any more Martin, Morgan. You do need to fill your sister with your seed Martin, and Morgan, you need to feel him in you at least daily. At least until her belly is too big for you to join together. Remember your new rules and repeat them as you go to sleep every night.”
As the twins fell asleep, Martin's sperm swum up inside his sister. They found her ova, and fertilized it. They would go home naked, and unknowing, until Morgan's belly began to swell with the baby that their time with the photographer gave them. Their parents obeyed the photographer's orders to keep them naked so there would be no lines at the next shoot. Once a month they met up with the photographer, who encouraged their relationship through six more pregnancies, and spread their pictures far and wide.
