“Good, much better,” Lisa said. She had a huge and extremely expensive-looking black camera in her hands and she was circling us, taking pictures from all sides.
“Glad she’s happy,” Kurt muttered in my ear over the clicking of the camera. “If I got much closer we’d actually be…” He trailed off, and I wondered if he was as embarrassed as I was. But I was soon to find out that the awkwardness had only just begun.
“Now, Kurt,” Lisa directed, making a motion with the hand that wasn’t holding the camera. “Lift Melanie’s leg with your hand ‑‑ that’s right, spread her thighs, make it look real, like you’re really penetrating deep ‑‑ this is the second part of the position.”
I stiffened as Kurt’s big hand glided over my naked skin and came to rest on my thigh. God, I hadn’t anticipated how hard this was going to be, how much my own hidden desires were going to come to the surface. Just feeling his body pressed against mine, having his hand on me, even on my leg, was making my heart beat like a drum.
“Easy, Mel,” Kurt whispered in my ear as he raised my thigh. The position opened me up, making my pussy lips part and I hoped he wouldn’t look down between my legs and see how hot and wet I was getting. I tried not to imagine how it would be if we were making love for real, how easy it would be for Kurt to slide down a little and enter me, fitting the head of his cock to my wet, open cunt.
“Good, I think I’ve got all I need of that one.” Lisa stood back, obviously satisfied, and Kurt let my leg go quickly and scooted away, as though he’d been burned.
“Hey.” I looked over my shoulder, offended. “You don’t have to act like I’ve got the plague the minute she calls cut.”
“Sorry.” He was breathing hard, his deep chest moving in and out like a bellows. “I just…I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”
“Kurt, please.” I shook my head, trying to make sure my eyes stayed above his waist. “You’re only doing this because of me, I know. And I appreciate it, because it is kind of awkward.”
“You think?” He gave a short, sharp laugh and shook his head. “Mel, you have no idea ‑‑”
“Okay, people, enough chitchat. Next position. Lazy downward dog, please,” Lisa snapped, as though we were supposed to understand what she was talking about. Neither Kurt nor I did, which made me feel a little better about my experience or lack of it. I hadn’t dated very many guys, to be honest, maybe because if I wanted a male friend to hang out with Kurt was always there, and had been for almost the entire time I’d been old enough to go out.
Lisa explained and soon enough we were in position ‑‑ me lying on my stomach with my legs spread and Kurt hovering over me awkwardly, supporting his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.
“Come on, Kurt,” Lisa said impatiently. “I know you don’t want to smash her, but you can get a little closer than that.”
Sighing, he lowered himself and the heated length of his shaft branded my ass again. This time I didn’t jump quite so much ‑‑ was I getting used to it? Hardly, I thought; it was just that it wasn’t such a shock to realize that he was hard because of me. After all, my pussy was practically liquid with need right now, and it was all due to the close proximity of my hot stepbrother. I was glad my desire wasn’t as obvious as his, though ‑‑ I was able to hide what I was feeling much more easily than he was.
My smugness lasted until the next pose ‑‑ classic doggy-style. I felt much more exposed as I climbed to my hands and knees. My full breasts hung down like ripe fruit, my nipples achingly hard while Kurt positioned himself between my spread legs. With my thighs wide open, I knew he would be able to see how slippery and swollen my pussy was getting. I just hoped he wasn’t looking at that particular area, although I was afraid he must be. After all, now was the perfect opportunity for him to sneak a peek since I was facing away from him. I knew if I had gotten a chance to examine his south of the border areas without him seeing me do it, I would have taken it in a heartbeat. So I couldn’t really expect him to be any more honorable than I would have been.
Kurt rested his big hands lightly on my hips, obviously trying to keep his pelvis well back from my exposed ass and open pussy as Lisa adjusted her camera. When she looked up at us, she frowned again.
“Okay, you two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, stalking over with the camera in one hand.
“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.
“Why are you” ‑‑ she pointed at Kurt ‑‑ “acting like she’s too hot to touch? And you ‑‑” She pointed at me. “Why are you playing Little Miss Shy? And why are both of you as stiff as boards? I would expect this kind of reserve if the two of you didn’t know each other, but you’re a couple ‑‑ you’ve been together for…how many years?”
“Five,” Kurt said before I could answer.
“Five years,” Lisa continued, pacing up and down in front of the bed where we were positioned. “I mean, you’ve probably fucked her this way lots of times before, am I right, Kurt?”
“Oh, uh, sure.” He coughed, and I could almost see his tan face turning red. “I’ve just never…never in front of a camera.”
“Well, that to the side, it’s obvious you two have chemistry. You want her, right? She turns you on?”
Kurt cleared his throat and I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder to see his reaction to Lisa’s matter-of-fact question. “Yes, I want her,” he said with a quiet intensity that made me shiver. “I want her so much it hurts.”
“And you, Melanie,” Lisa continued, looking at me. “Kurt is a good-looking guy, and it’s clear he knows how to treat you in the bedroom. Knows when to be gentle, when to be rough ‑‑ am I right?”
I bit my lip and felt myself turning bright red in the face, but I forced myself to answer. “Kurt’s…ah, amazing in bed,” I murmured. “He always knows just how to touch me.” Now why had I added that last part? Was I crazy, throwing gasoline on the fire I could feel raging between myself and my stepbrother? But once the words were out, I couldn’t call them back. Lisa, apparently oblivious to the added tension she was causing, continued to lecture.
“There’s a lot of passion between you two ‑‑ I can feel it just under the surface, waiting to get out. And I know this kind of posing is awkward ‑‑ it’s hard to do sexual things, even things you’ve done with a lover for years ‑‑ in front of the camera. But think of the readers ‑‑ they want more than just to be educated, they want to be titillated. Turned on. And nothing is more titillating or sexier than seeing two people who really care about each other making love. Do you see?”
I nodded and Kurt said, “Uh, sure,” from behind me.
Lisa nodded vigorously. “Glad you agree. So, please, let me see a little of that sensuality break free. Really get into it. Mel, spread your legs more and arch your back, as if you were trying to get him deeper inside you. And, Kurt, lean over Mel and hold her, cup her breasts. Stroke her, caress her, let her feel how much you want her.” She lifted the camera again and began fiddling with the lens. Apparently the lecture was over ‑‑ for now.
“Mel?” I heard Kurt whisper in my ear. “Is this okay with you?”
I watched as Lisa finished whatever she was doing with the camera and raised it to her eye. I knew this was our last chance. We were going to have to let go a little more, or we’d be out the door and she’d find two other models who weren’t quite so constrained around each other.
“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider and arching my back. I could feel the tips of my long auburn hair trailing over my naked lower back, tickling my bare skin, and the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my hands and knees. But most of all, I was hypersensitive to the feeling of Kurt’s hands on my body as he bent over me. There was something warm and wet in the center of my back and I realized that he’d kissed me. Then again and again ‑‑ he was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine, his mouth hot against my shivering skin as hi
s big hands slid slowly around to cup me.
I moaned when he gathered my breasts into his hands ‑‑ I couldn’t help it. The feel of his rough, callused palms against my sensitive, aching nipples was almost too much. The moist, blunt probe of his cock brushed against my inner thighs, dangerously close to my open cunt, and for a moment I felt like a female animal in heat about to be mounted.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a low voice, and I shook my head, not sure I could trust myself to speak. God, it felt good to have him so close. I just wished I could have him a little bit closer. For the first time, I began to seriously consider doing the infamous “penetration shots” Lisa had talked so casually about. Then I pushed the thought away ‑‑ Kurt was my brother, well, my stepbrother, anyway. There was no way we ought to be doing what we were doing right now, even if it was only simulated, let alone taking things any further.
“Good, good, that’s excellent,” Lisa said, walking around us and clicking away with the camera, capturing the position from every possible angle. “Play with her nipples, Kurt ‑‑ pinch them, twist them. Do whatever it is that you usually do to get her turned on.”
Kurt didn’t ask this time. I felt him grasp my sensitive peaks and tug gently at first, and then more forcefully when I didn’t object. “God, Mel, your breasts are so beautiful,” he murmured in my ear as he touched me. “Haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since the time during that last vacation you walked in on me and you were topless.”
I could feel myself blushing with pleasure. So he had been thinking about me as much as I thought about him. I had figured as much, considering the constant sexual tension between us, but it was nice to hear out loud that he found me desirable.
“You were more than topless ‑‑ you were naked,” I pointed out breathlessly as he continued to play with my breasts.
“I was taking a shower,” he growled. “Tell the truth, did you walk in like that on purpose?”
I shook my head and gasped as he tugged at my aching peaks. “No, I swear. I didn’t hear you ‑‑ I had water in my ears from swimming in the lake.”
“Too bad.” He kissed the side of my neck, a hard, openmouthed kiss that made me writhe with pleasure. “I kind of hoped you did.”
I couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “I’ve thought about you too, since then,” I whispered breathlessly as he twisted my nipples, sending sparks of pure pleasure straight to my open pussy. God, I was throbbing with need, my clit like a second heartbeat between my legs. If only he would touch me there…
It was as if Lisa read my mind. “Okay now, this position is excellent for manual stimulation,” she said, still clicking. “So, Kurt, put one hand between Melanie’s legs and pretend you’re stroking her.”
One of Kurt’s large, warm hands left my breasts and began to travel slowly over my quivering stomach. I spread my thighs wider for him, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say, that he didn’t have to pretend anything if he didn’t want to. He was too much of a gentleman to take the hint, however, and I nearly moaned with frustration when he simply cupped my heated mound in his hand. But already Lisa was shaking her head.
“Not good enough,” she told him. “I need some action here ‑‑ I know this is intimate, but I have to ask you to go as far as you can, in order to get a realistic shot. Pretend you’re really making love and you want to make her come ‑‑ spread her open and play with her a little. You don’t have to do finger penetration if you don’t want to, but it would certainly look better if you did,” she added, as if it was an afterthought.
“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.
“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time, I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.
“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”
“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.
“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission ‑‑ it wouldn’t be right.”
“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”
Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.
“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…
“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around ‑‑ those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing ‑‑ riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet cunt in the first place.
I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.
“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.
“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”
Chapter Five
She had to explain what she meant again, of course ‑‑ who knew there were so many strangely named sexual positions? ‑‑ and before I knew it, Kurt and I were lying on our sides on the bed, facing each other.
“Now wrap your arms and legs around each other ‑‑ twine yourselves together,” she directed, getting the camera ready. Kurt pulled me close, and I pressed my face against the hard planes of his chest, afraid to look into his eyes. He smelled so good, like leather and musk, and hot, aroused man, it was hard to think. I knew I should be apologizing for getting him into this, but I couldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him. I was afraid that he was mad at me, and frankly, I wouldn’t blame him if he was. We had gone a lot further than either one of us had intended to, and all because I wanted the chance to work with the famous Lisa McKenzie ‑‑ something which probably didn’t seem too important to Kurt.
“Okay, Mel, throw your leg over Kurt’s.” Lisa’s voice penetrated the fog of shame I was feeling. “This position is good for intimacy so I want you to look up into Kurt’s eyes. Maybe kiss him ‑‑ that would be a nice touch.”
I honestly tried, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t look him in the eyes after what we had just been doing. “Kurt,” I murmured, still looking at his chest. “I…I’m sorry. I know that this is turning out to be…more than we bargained for. I’ll understand if you want to quit.”
“What are you talking about? Of course I’m not going to quit. Hey, look at me, Mel.” Gentle fingers raised my chin so I couldn’t help looking into his deep blu
e eyes. “I’m sorry for what I did too,” he murmured. “I got…carried away, I guess. It’s hard not to with you ‑‑ you’re so beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I could feel my cheeks heating with a blush and gave him a little smile. “So you’re not mad at me for getting you into this in the first place?”
He smiled back. “Not if you’re not mad at me for…touching you the way I did.”
“You had to,” I murmured, reaching up to card my hand through his thick, inky black hair. “You have to do what the photographer tells you during these things. Get into the poses they want, give them the emotions they’re asking for. Otherwise the end result sucks.”
“You really believe that?” he asked.
I nodded. “You can’t do things half-assed. You have to really get into it, really feel it to get the perfect shot.”
“And follow the photographer’s directions.” Kurt tilted my chin some more and breathed against my lips. “I think she told you to kiss me.”
“I think you’re right,” I whispered, and then his mouth was covering mine and I couldn’t think anymore.
If I were honest, I would admit that I’d been dreaming about kissing Kurt almost from the moment our parents said “I do” and we all moved in together. I had repressed the urge fiercely because I knew how wrong it was, but I’d be lying if I said I killed it altogether. From the way he kissed me, Kurt had been repressing quite a few emotions himself. He had only ever given me a quick brotherly peck on the cheek before, but he was doing considerably more than that now. We were spread out and naked in each other’s arms with his mouth covering mine and his tongue exploring me as if he owned every inch of my body. At that moment, I was prepared to admit that he did because I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted that kiss to last. But all good things must come to an end, even my first real kiss with Kurt.
Lisa’s voice pulled us apart, although I wasn’t quite sure what she was saying. My heart was going like crazy and I felt dizzy ‑‑ almost drunk with need. I think she had to repeat herself at least twice before I understood what she was saying.