Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

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I looked back to Kelly as a new thought came to me.

“What if we were to even out the playing field a little?” I asked. Both girls looked at me in confusion.

I continued, “If it would help, I could strip down a little, and maybe even Kelly too if she’s willing.” I nodded toward my sister who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

Mom’s uncertainty was growing. “I don’t know. Maybe this is a little too much…”

“No Mom, it’s fine,” Kelly said as she dropped the bounce. Before either I or our mother could respond, she had already peeled off her pants leaving herself in pink bikini panties and the halter top. She shucked the pants to the side. “Sorry, no bra so that’s as far as I can go,” she said while juggling her breasts in the most nonchalant manner.

This was some kind of night.

“You’re up Bro,” Kelly said. I looked over and saw Mom smiling, her eyebrows raised, as if now daring me to do the same.

I rolled my eyes and said “Fuck it.”

Off came my shirt, shoes and socks leaving me in just my jeans in front of my scantily clad family. I couldn’t help but blush as I heard Mom whistle from the doorway.

“Thanks,” I joked, this time I was the one to roll their eyes. “I’ll take that to mean you are feeling better.”

She smiled and raised her arms higher up the doorframe, stretching her body out as if she were already being shot.

“Now remember, if you are uncomfortable, let me know. This is just to be an exercise.”

She nodded.

“And I believe it goes without saying that none of this ever gets back to your father.”

Kelly and I both nodded.

She smiled.

“Well then Mr. Photographer… Where would you like me?” she asked leaning against the frame once more, this time sliding one of her legs against the other.

I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. It came. “Let’s start on the bed.”

She sat on the end atop the white comforter, facing us. I turned to Kelly as she smiled, crouching down and positioning the bounce to catch the light the way I had shown her. Her nipples pressed with fury against her top threatening to rip through. My own cock again stirring as the gravity of what was about to happen begin to sink in.

Show time.

I brought the camera up to my eye.

“Let’s start with you sitting up straight. Legs together but your feet apart.”

“Like this?” She did just that, staring straight at me, posed as if the embodiment of every man’s desire.

“Perfect!”

“Now bring your hands to your knees keeping your arms straight… That’s it. Amazing, absolutely stunning.”

My fingers worked their magic clicking away and changing settings.

“Now give me a pout. Nice. Now tease me a little…” and she did. At first by blowing a kiss, then running her tongue across her lips. “Now spread your legs, but just a tad. Remember you are teasing the camera. Tease the viewer.”

And she did, pouting, licking, blowing kisses, all while letting our eyes run up her thighs to her panties.

“Beautiful. Now spread them a little wider.” Her knees where now a foot apart.

“Wider,” I instructed. She spread them now two feet, then three. Her hands began to rub up and down her thighs as her chest began to rise and fall in deep breaths, yet at all times, keeping her focus fixed on the camera lens.

My eyes darted over her body, displayed yet hidden in such an erotic tease. Her hands softly moving up and down her glorious thighs; sliding against her tight skin leaving a trail of goosebumps rippling up her body. The fabric of her panties holding tight against her mound with just a hint of transparency, though not enough to show what was beneath. Yet still, my eyes would linger, captivated by the area where the soft skin of her inner thighs meet the curve of her pelvis.

Her breasts would heave with deep breaths; the kind that drew her taught stomach in and out. Each one appeared to threaten to cause her cleavage to spill out of the brassiere, aided by the fact she would occasionally roll her shoulders, thrusting her chest out further still.

It was surreal to say the least, this forbidden show in front of me while hearing only the sound of heavy breathing and the click, click, click of my shutter with every picture captured.

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