Picture Perfect (5 page)

We did a few more variations on the man-on-top position, one with me laying at the end of the bed and Kurt standing over me as though ready to penetrate me, which Lisa called the “stand and deliver,” and another, rather uncomfortable pose where I was supporting my body on my shoulder blades and heels with my ass high in the air. This was the “modified missionary” and I had an ache in my lower back when we were finished taking pictures of it. I wondered briefly what was left for the contortionist couple Lisa was calling in if she had me doing poses like that.

Through it all, Kurt and I continued to touch in the most intimate way, his cock rubbing casually against my open pussy, but never quite entering me, as we tried position after position. It was getting to be more than I could stand, although it didn’t seem to bother him. Every once in a while, if the position allowed, he would reach out and cup my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples until I moaned. Lisa didn’t tell him to do it but she didn’t discourage it, either, and since I knew it would make for a better, more passionate shot, I didn’t object. I just bit my lip and let him touch me, knowing that I wanted his hands all over my body almost as much as he wanted to put them there. It was wrong, but it was still only simulated sex, I comforted myself. After all, it wasn’t like we were fucking for real. His cock wasn’t really even inside me -- just sliding against me. And letting Kurt rub his hard shaft against my swollen folds while he stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples in order to get the perfect picture wasn’t such a big deal. Was it?

Before I could answer that question, Lisa called for a break.

Kurt and I separated reluctantly, and both of us put our robes back on and sat on the side of the bed, drinking water from plastic squeeze bottles and trying to pretend we hadn’t just spent the last hour breaking the unspoken rules we’d spent the last five years trying frantically to not to break.

“You two are doing great now that you’re all warmed up,” Lisa said, patting my knee and smiling. “In fact, I like the two of you together so much, I want to ask you for a little something extra. What do you say?”

Kurt and I looked at each other uncertainly. “Well,” I said at last when it became clear he wasn’t going to speak up. “What exactly does a ‘little something extra’ involve?”

“Mel? What do you think?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. I realized that he was leaving the decision completely up to me and had a moment of panic.

“Do, uh, would you like to?” I asked him haltingly, feeling my cheeks grow hot with a blush.

“Very much,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke my cheek. “But only if you want to.”

I made a decision I hoped I wouldn’t regret later. “We’ll do it,” I said, turning back to Lisa. “As long as it doesn’t get too, uh, involved.”

“No, no, just something soft focus and gentle, that’s all I’m looking for,” she assured me. “If you’re both ready, we can get back to it.”

Kurt and I nodded, and then we had to shed our bathrobes for the second time that day. It was harder this time, although I didn’t know why. Lisa’s staff was so quiet and unobtrusive that I hardly noticed they were there anymore, and Lisa herself couldn’t have been more professional. I think it was because I had been letting the forbidden feelings I had for Kurt expand in the past hour or so like I never had before. I’d been squashing those feelings for a good five years, and it was scary to realize how quickly they could take root in my heart and grow once I let them. I stole a quick glance at my stepbrother, wondering if he felt the same, but Kurt’s face was hard to read. His deep blue eyes were faraway as he shed his robe and joined me on the bed.

“Okay,” Lisa directed, putting down her water bottle and picking up her camera. “Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed and Melanie sitting between his legs on the floor. Let’s go, people.”

We did as she commanded, and soon I was eye to eye with my stepbrother’s impressive equipment. I had been feeling his cock rub against me for the past hour, but this was the first time I’d gotten a chance to examine him closely and I liked what I saw. His shaft was thick -- I mean, really thick -- almost the circumference of my wrist at the base, and he was probably somewhere between nine and ten inches long when fully erect, which he certainly was now. The plum-shaped head was still beaded with pearls of precum, and I wondered how much of that slippery fluid he’d gotten inside me while we were fake fucking earlier. For some reason, the idea of his precum -- or his cum for that matter -- going inside me, actually shooting inside my pussy and filling me up, was an incredible turn-on. I could feel myself getting wet and hot again just thinking about it, and I wondered if Kurt had imagined it too.

Unfortunately, Lisa didn’t seem to feel the same way I did. “Wipe it off -- get rid of it,” she said, motioning to the pearly drops on the tip of Kurt’s cock. “This is going to be a highbrow book -- we have no place for cum shots,” she explained when we looked at her questioningly.

Kurt reached between his legs, but I beat him to it. “Let me,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft.

He blew out a breath and stared down at me as if he couldn’t take his eyes off me touching his cock. “Sure, Mel. Be my guest,” he breathed.

I didn’t know where I got the nerve, but before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and lapped the head of his cock. His warm, musky flavor, slightly salty and a little bitter, exploded across my tongue just as I heard the click of the camera.

“Excellent,” Lisa murmured, adjusting her lens. “Again, please, Mel. And this time kiss it.”

I pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to the head of my stepbrother’s cock and then got even more daring and twisted my tongue around it, licking him like he was a sucker I wanted to taste. This made him produce even more precum, which I licked up greedily so he wouldn’t get in trouble with Lisa. I heard Kurt’s breathing speed up as I tasted him, and I was tempted to take even more of him in my mouth. Of course, he was too long and thick for me to get him all the way in, but I did the best I could and before I knew it, I was actually bobbing my head and giving him a blowjob. Kurt buried one hand in my hair and watched avidly as his thick shaft slid between my lips, the broad head hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. Through it all, Lisa continued to take pictures of me going down on him, but I was so into the moment I barely heard the clicking of the camera anymore.

Kurt was groaning deep in his throat, and I felt incredibly powerful, incredibly hot, hearing him gasp and moan as I sucked him. He had always been so annoyingly in control of himself and every situation from the minute I’d met him that it was a real power trip to make him lose that control, even if I did have to suck his cock to do it.

Oh, my God, sucking his cock. I’m sucking my own stepbrother’s cock!
The thought made me stop in midsuck, feeling guilty and wrong, but Lisa was already calling a halt anyway.

“We have more than enough of that,” she said, fiddling with her camera. “Mel, it’s your turn on the bed. Kurt, get between her legs.”

I felt incredibly vulnerable as I settled myself on the bed. Kurt seemed to sense my tension because he parted my thighs gently, rubbing up and down my legs with his large, warm hands in long, soothing strokes.

“It’s okay, Mel,” he murmured. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I know,” I whispered back. “I just…I’ve never really done this before.”

“And you’re not really going to do it now,” he reminded me. “This is like everything else -- fake. We’re just going to make a pretty picture so whoever reads the book
thinks
I was really going down on you.”

“You’re right, I know,” I said. His words both comforted and saddened me, but I didn’t know why.

“It felt pretty real a minute ago, though,” he admitted, still stroking my thighs as he smiled up at me. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

I blushed. “Nowhere. It just…seemed like the right thing to do. Did it feel good?”

“Incredible,” he assured me, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh. “I swear I was right on the edge of coming when she stopped us.”

“Remember, no cum shots,” I reminded him with a giggle. “That’s why I had to keep sucking you -- you kept making more and more precum. I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Remind me to get in trouble like that more often,” he murmured, grinning up at me.

“Okay, are we ready?” Lisa bustled up, an entirely new lens on her camera. I was beginning to wonder how many she had.

“More than ready,” Kurt told her. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just kiss her to start with,” Lisa directed him. “Spread her legs a little wider so that she opens up a little. We want to show just a hint of clit, I think. Good.” She nodded as Kurt did as she said. “And now, kiss her like you were kissing her mouth,” she continued.

I had propped myself on my elbows because it made me feel too vulnerable to lay flat on my back, so I was able to watch as Kurt followed her instructions. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my mound where the soft, neatly trimmed thatch of red curls grew. I caught my breath as he lifted his mouth and brushed his lips against the top of my pussy slit, and even lower, gently pressing his mouth to my puffy outer lips.

“Good.” Lisa’s voice was hushed and even the clicking of her camera seemed muted. “Now spread her open with your thumbs -- let’s see that hot little clit. And let’s see you kissing it while you hold her open.”

Kurt seemed more than eager to obey her commands. His breath was warm and ticklish against my inner thighs as he parted my pussy lips and pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to my throbbing clit. I fisted my hands in the white cotton sheet and bit my lip as I watched him kiss me. It was all I could do to stop myself from burying my eager fingers in his thick black hair and pulling him forward so that I could ride his face. I felt so hot I thought I was going to explode, and yet Kurt continued with the exquisite torture, never hurrying as he took things further and further, step-by-step.

First, he lapped gently at my clit, and then he sucked it into his mouth and traced it over and over with the tip of his tongue. A low moan burst out of me, and I felt like my heart was beating in every part of my body at the same time. God, it was so hot, watching him open me and eat me, watching the enjoyment on his face as his tongue explored me until my cunt honey coated his cheeks. I wondered if I had looked like that when I sucked his cock, if I had been half as absorbed and excited as he was now, lapping my cunt. I thought I probably had. After all, the fact that sucking him excited me so much was one of the reasons I was as wet as I was right now. I wondered if down below Kurt was getting even hotter and harder. Wondered if he was producing more of that salty precum I had licked up for him earlier.

“Penetrate her with your tongue,” Lisa’s voice was murmuring somewhere in the fog of pleasure surrounding me. “Lift her hips in your hands and get as deep into her as you can.”

Kurt didn’t need her directions -- he seemed to know instinctively what to do to make me feel good. I moaned again as he slid both hands under my ass and his scratchy cheeks brushed against my tender inner thighs. The new position spread me even wider, reminding me of the plow pose we’d been in earlier, and then Kurt was thrusting his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it as if it were his cock and he was desperate to come.

“Kurt, oh, God! Kurt!” I gasped as he tongue-fucked me. Losing control, I buried my fingers in his hair and pressed up against him, riding his mouth shamelessly as he brought me right to the edge. This time I knew I was going to come -- there was no way I couldn’t with my stepbrother’s mouth all over my pussy and his tongue buried deep in my cunt.

“Okay, people, that’s enough of that.”

Once again Lisa called a halt before I could reach the end. I glared at her in frustration as Kurt untangled himself from my thighs unwillingly.

“I was so close,” I whispered to him. “So close to coming. I think I’m about to burst!”

“I know how you feel.” He licked his lips and smiled at me, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Going down on you has me about to explode too. I always wondered what your pussy would taste like, Mel.”

“You did?” I bit my lip uncertainly. “I mean, really?”

“Really,” he admitted. “Especially on those damn vacations where we had to share a room. I used to fantasize about climbing under your covers and spreading your legs and going down on you, tasting your pussy while you tried not to moan too loud.”

The naughty fantasy surprised and pleased me. I had to admit I’d had similar thoughts while I lay in the bed across from him. Not that I had ever admitted them to myself. And I had certainly never expected to act on them as we had just now when I sucked Kurt’s cock and he ate my pussy. I felt an uneasy sense of guilt at the thought, but I pushed it away. After all, this was just a one-time thing -- a job, for Pete’s sake. I had to be professional and do what the photographer wanted, and Kurt was in the same boat. After we got out of here, we would go back to living our normal lives and never even talk about this again, I was sure.

I was so busy reassuring myself that I almost missed Lisa’s next words.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked her. “I, uh, didn’t get that.”

Lisa walked over, screwing yet another new lens on her camera. “I asked how you two felt about doing those penetration shots we talked about,” she said.