It was always going to be awkward. I was a photographer, taking the sleazy job for the local lad’s mag of photographing the babes from the annual derby. I was excited for it though too - I was a guy, about to be close and private to beautiful girls that would be stripping and getting as provocative as possible for my lens.
As I moved to the meeting point for my final session of the day, I was a quivering bag of hormones and pent up arousal. To be teased by such beautiful girls all day had been as much a blessing as a curse.
As the babe turned around to face me though I froze. “Sis?” I gasped. My little sister swore, her playful smile immediately turning to a cold glare.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"My job," I replied, indicating the camera.
"Oh shit," she said.
"Oh shit indeed. Why are you here?"
"I need the money for college."
"Shit."
"Shit indeed," she said.
"So what now?" I asked. My earlier arousal hadn’t died down, and perhaps it was that that helped me see past the taboo. In the afternoon sun, packed into her tiny outfit, my sister looked more than beautiful. Every inch of her body pulled at my senses.
"We do our jobs." She replied irritably.
"How far are you scheduled to go?" I asked uneasily. She swallowed, her eyes looking away.
"The whole way."
"Completely naked?"
"That’s my contract."
"Front or back?"
"Spread."
"Spread?"
"Yeah, spread," she said dryly, as if it was a death sentence. I imagine spreading your legs to show your bare pussy to your brother wasn’t her biggest idea of fun though.
We started off slow, her doing some playful poses and winking playfully into the camera. My body wasted no time, and I found it increasingly difficult to stand up without giving the game away.
As she finally opened up her zip, her breasts slipping out, I groaned. She froze, then sighed irritably.
"Fuck bro, you’ve got to be kidding me."
"What?" I asked, playing ignorant.
"Well, I can… I can see your boner. I’ve seen it pretty much since you got here. You’re supposed to be my big brother. You’re supposed to look out for me, not get hard for me."
"A whole day of models stripping and posing for me, and now you doing this. What did you think was going to happen?”
"Whatever, let’s keep going." She said irritably. Her scowl vanished, replaced immediately with her sultry gaze, and she continued to pose and strip.
As she turned and bent over, the tight fabric of her outfit stretching between her legs, I buckled. “Fuck, fine,” she said, rising up and coming over to me. She turned to look where the rest of the crew were standing and laughing, back down my the main road, and then led me down where the bank headed down. Out of view of everyone else she sat me down, and gestured for me to get going.
"What?" I asked.
"Just get on with it," she replied. "I’ll do… what I do. Give you some ‘material’ to use. But just get it done so we can get back to work."
"I really don’t get what you mean," I said. It was a lie, I was 99% sure I knew what she meant, but was too worried I was wrong to say it.
"Jerk off for me, big brother. You need to loosen up or these photos will be crap."
I jumped to it, too horny to think, and my little sister rolled her eyes and my eagerness. She spread, she bent over, she licked her lips and crawled to me, doing every dirty pose she could think of as I masturbated before her.
As I eventually groaned aloud and spurted all over the dirt ground, she watched with a strange expression that looked something close to arousal. As she led me back up to the track, my shame beginning to settle in, she turned and whispered to me. “Maybe come to my room after our session brother. Maybe we can see what else you can do, and maybe I’ll see if the other models want to watch too.”