Pictures of You

Pictures of You (closed)


"Fuckin unreliable fuckin models!" Cane cursed, slamming a white knuckled fist against the nearest wall, and leaving a deep impression, cracks in the dry-wall radiating out from the center like ripples in a pond. Ignoring the pain in his hand and the damage to the wall, he flipped through the contacts on his cell phone, trying to think of someone who could fill in for the model that had just cancelled on him.

"Where am I supposed to find someone who can be ready in less than an hour?" he mumbled to himself, running his now throbbing hand through his tangle of blond hair. What he really meant was where was he going to find someone who could fill in on such short notice, but wouldn't expect to be paid anytime soon. Money was tight, almost as tight as the deadline he had to complete his portfolio.

Frustrated, the budding photographer slumped down onto the bed. The house that he had booked for the shoot was payed for, but he only had it for one hour and his time started in...forty nine minutes! Shit!

Just as Cane was about to give up and toss the phone away, it began to ring. He glanced down at the screen and saw the smiling face of his sister. As he moved his thumb toward the button that would accept the call, a thought occurred to him...

"Hey big brother!" Andrea sang into the mobile balanced on her shoulder, "I handed in my assignment! I was going to go shopping to celebrate no more deadlines for two weeks! Watcha doin?"

The young college girl listened to Cane as she filled her bag ready for some serious shopping, and lunch, and coffee, and who knew what! Of course, the main ingredient was in short supply ... money! But hey, she was pretty, she'd get a job no trouble once she started looking.

Andrea glanced at herself in the mirror before heading for the door, a frown creasing her forehead beneath the shoulder length dark hair as she heard him out, wondering if she should change out of her pink sweater and blue jeans that emphasised her slim figure and great legs and ass.

Holding the mobile with her left hand and sitting on the stairs, she pulled on her little brown ankle boots, trying to make up her mind.

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It had taken some convincing, but Andrea had eventually agreed to help Cane out. It wasn't lost on him that his sister hadn't given in until he'd offered to pay her for the shoot. Of course, he wasn't going to pay her as much as he would have payed the actual model, but he knew she didn't have a job and every little bit of money she could get would help her out. Which was good, since 'little bit' pretty well described how much money Cane had.

After giving Andrea directions, Cane had packed his equipment into the car and driven across town to the location, arriving just a couple of minutes before his hour was scheduled to begin. The house was really more of a mansion than a house and had been around since the late 1800's. It screamed old money, which was why Cane had chosen it for this shoot. His goal was to create a contrast between the setting and the model. The setting was all wealth and culture and tradition. The model, in this case his younger sister, Andrea, was going to have to be completely unassuming, wild, free from convention. At least that was his hope.

"Come on, sis," Cane said to himself as he checked the time on his phone and prayed that she would hurry.

She didn't have much time if she was to get there quickly, like he'd insisted. It felt like once she'd agreed, he'd forgotten immediately that she was doing him a favour and he got all demanding and impatient.

Well, at least he'd agreed to pay her for the shoot, so not having time to change Andrea just grabbed her car keys and headed out, following his directions and finally finding the mansion. She wondered if her sweater and jeans would do, or if he had a wardrobe of some kind ... he hadn't been too specific on the phone; or maybe she just hadn't asked the right questions. But he was her big brother, he always looked out for her, so she could trust him.

Slamming her car door noisily and slipping the bag onto her shoulder she hurried towards her waiting brother ..

"Sorry I'm a bit late, Cane, but at least I got here ... so what's the deal, Mr Photographer?" looking around for signs of a crew.

After a quick hug and thank you, Cane rushed his sister inside, explaining the basic concept of the shoot to her as they walked briskly through the main entrance and into a small room just to the left of the grand staircase where he had set up his equipment.

"Okay, I need you to change into some of these clothes," he explained motioning toward a small rack of clothing that was mostly torn and ripped t-shirts and rumpled jeans. "After you get dressed we'll have to do something about your hair. I want it to be really wild and messy, like you just woke up."

"And we need to smudge your make-up a little, too," he added as he stepped back and eyed Andrea, trying to decide the best angles for her. As he watched her pick through the clothes, Cane slipped his unbuttoned flannel shirt off and tossed it aside. He'd gotten in the habit of working shirtless and now he wasn't comfortable behind the camera until his shirt came off.

Picking through the outfits, Andrea selected some jeans and a yellow t shirt that were her size, and turning her back to her brother slid her own jeans off, then the socks too. After all, they'd shared a bedroom, even a bath tub in years gone by, and he was her brother, so it didn't matter, right? So what if he saw her in her underwear?

She pulled the wardrobe jeans up her legs and over her hips, then tugged the pink sweater over her head and off, thankful she had a clean white bra on today. On went the ripped t shirt, and as she zipped up the jeans, which were a bit tight, she turned towards Cane.

"So are you going to do my hair and make-up, or do I? Is there a mirror?"

As she spoke, she eyed his rather attractive torso; he always did look kind of hot, and through school she'd had to listen to lots of her friends getting all gooey over her big brother.

Seeing his sister drop her pants in front of him surprised Cane slightly, and he found himself noticing just how much his sister had changed in the last couple of years. She definitely isn't that scrawny little girl I used to pick on, he thought to himself as he watched her take one shirt off and pull the other on. I guess that's a good thing. I definitely need someone hot for this shoot, he thought as he finally pulled his attention away from Andrea and reached for a hair brush.

"Come here and let me see what we can do with your hair," Cane suggested, holding up the brush as he moved around behind his sister.

Damn, has she always had such a nice ass? he wondered as he saw how tight the jeans were on her.

Using the brush, Cane did his best to tease Andrea's hair up into wild mess, his body briefly pressing against hers from behind.

"Okay, that should work," he announced. "See what you can do with your makeup," he suggested, handing her a hand mirror.

"You want slightly smudged, huh? You're hardly making me look glamorous, brother dear. You do know that a girl likes to look pretty, attractive, sexy?"

Sending a playful telling-off frown towards her brother, Andrea did her best with the makeup but wasn't entirely convinced.

She did at least like the way the jeans and t shirt showed off her body, even if the white bra did peek through the rips in the top. Never mind, Cane was in charge, and he'd tell her what he wanted, like he always had!

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, wondering if he would approve of her adjustments, or give a bit more direction of what he was after.

Cane took a step back to get a good look at Andrea. Her hair and makeup actually looked perfect, but there was something bugging him about her outfit. When he finally realized what it was, he hesitated for a moment, before reminding himself that she was just a model, at least for the next hour she was, then she could go back to being his kid sister.

"I think we need to lose the bra," he blurted out, his eyes still taking in the whole look. "Are you okay with that?"

"yeah, I think you're right, brother dear ..." and turning her back to him, Andrea slipped her arms out of the t shirt, reached behind to undo the bra, then slid it quickly down her arms and off.

Slipping the t shirt back on and adjusting it so that the rips didn't show too much of her boobs, and certainly no nipple! she turned back to face her brother.

"Better, Cane?" she asked, one leg out sideways, hands on hips, chest out and chin up

"Looks good," Cane answered after a deliberate evaluation of his sister's appearance, which was primarily focused on her chest, which was more than a little exposed by the top she was wearing. Looks good was an understatement, looks fuckin awesome would have been more accurate, but he was doing his best not to let that show on his face as he grabbed her hand and led her out to the grand staircase where he wanted to do the first shot.

Andrea looked so good in fact, he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't considered using her as a model before. Probably because she was just a string bean little girl with pigtails yesterday, or at least that was the way he remembered it. She certainly wasn't that anymore.

As they reached the bottom of the staircase, Cane sat his sister down on the third step and began to position her, one leg splayed out awkwardly, one arm hanging from the bannister, her head tilted just so. Satisfied with her pose for the moment he backed up to where his tripod was and took a couple of test shots, then made some quick adjustments on the camera before taking more shots.

"Okay, now, stand up," he directed her. "Turn your back to the camera, with one hand on the bannister, turn and look back over your shoulder at me."

Cane looked through the camera then moved over to where his sister stood, "Sorry, we just need these jeans down a little. Don't move," he explained as slipped a finger into belt loops on either hip and gently tugged down until the back of the jeans were several inches lower exposing the top of Andrea's butt. He then returned to the camera and began to snap a series of shots.

"Well its a good thing you didn't tug them any lower, brother dear, or my panties would be showing!" she quipped back at Cane as he returned to the camera, but she obediently adopted the pose he wanted, pouting a little as she looked back over her shoulder.

She hadn't been at all sure what the pose sitting down was going to turn out like, but hey, he was the photographer, not her. She was glad, however, that he took the time to study how the t shirt covered her chest; he was obviously making sure that his kid sister didn't show anything through the rips that shouldn't be seen! Such a sweet, protective brother! But she couldn't help feeling a thrill at being looked at so closely, almost examined .. it sent a delicious chill through her!

Andrea knew that she needed to be careful how she moved if she wanted the top to stay 'decent', but knew that she also had to concentrate on doing a good job for her brother. He was used to professional models, and she was sure he wouldn't want a goofy kid sister letting him down or wasting his time.

Cane realized that his sister was right, he probably had come dangerously close to pulling her jeans down too far. The small of her back and the upper curves of her buttocks were visible and her jeans seemed to be hanging on by magic. Pushing the less than brotherly observations aside, Cane once again reminded himself to treat Andrea like any other model.

After several more photos and several slight adjustments to his sister's positioning, Cane decided he was ready to move to the next location and the next outfit, "Okay, we're going up to the library on the second floor. I'm going to move my equipment up there while you change into a different outfit."

"The next outfit is in the white bag on the table, just slip into that and meet me upstairs," he explained as he grabbed his tripod. "The library is the second door on the left."

Hitching the jeans back up so that she could walk properly Andrea followed his directions to find the next outfit.

With her back to the door, which was open, ripping the ripped t shirt off over her head, she unfastened the jeans and tugged them over her hips again like Cane had wanted. They really couldn't have been any lower without showing her ass and briefs, and she giggled at how naughty that would be! Thank goodness her brother wouldn't want that, because she could be tempted!

Tugging the jeans all the way off, now dressed in just her panties, she went over to the white bag and looked inside.

She pulled out the thin blue material and saw that they were a top and matching leggings, but quite sheer, and the leggings were ripped.

She slid her feet and legs into the bottoms, pulling them up over her panties, but realised that she'd left her bra in the other room. Covering her boobs with one hand and arm, she trotted back to where the first set was done to get her bra.

After setting up his tripod and camera in the library, Cane made his way back down the stairs to the original location to grab one of his lights. As he started toward the staircase with the light clutched in both hands he saw Andrea emerge from the side room wearing the sheer blue leggings, but no top. She had one arm across her chest, just barely covering her breasts as she bounced across the room toward where she had left her bra.

His eyes locked on his sister's chest, Cane managed to take two steps before tripping over his own feet and stumbling forward, barely avoiding falling face first to the floor.

Regaining his footing, Cane sat the light down and turned to face Andrea, "Uhmm...was the top not in the bag?"

"Yes, it was, but I realised I'd left my bra down here," she replied sweetly, turning to look for it.

She spied it on the floor and bent to retrieve it one handed, the other hand still barely covering her boobs.

"There, I'll go finish changing, brother dear!" she flashed a happy smile at him; Andrea really was having a lot of fun, and she was grateful to her brother for letting her have a go at this. And of course she was also getting paid! It was all good, and she turned towards the door

As he watched his sister bend over to retrieve her bra, Cane wondered if he should tell her that she wasn't supposed to wear a bra, or panties for that matter, underneath the leggings and top that he'd picked out. Then again, they were much more sheer than he'd expected when he'd picked them out. Really sheer, he thought as he watched Andrea walk away from him, his eyes lingering on her ass.

Jesus, when did my little sister get that ass? It was perfect. The models he'd used in the past, professional models, had nothing on his sister.

"So, I know that the outfit is a little...revealing...but, well, the original plan was to have the model wear just the leggings and top...you know?" Cane explained as his sister was about to step back into the other room. "No shoes, no...nothing else..."

"Ok, brother dear," she smiled back at him over her shoulder as she disappeared into the room with the white bag and the top,emerging a few moments later barefoot, in the top and leggings, but with her panties and bra under.

Andrea thought he'd said she should wear absolutely nothing under the new outfit, but was too embarrassed to just do that without his express order in case she'd got it wrong. How mortifying to wear sheer clothes for your brother when he doesn't want it!

So feeling a little pensive, and actually scared but excited that he'd want the undies gone, she faced him asking,

"Is this ok?"

"It's good, but..." Cane struggled to find a good way to just come right out and ask his little sister to take her bra and panties off. He considered just moving on to one of the other outfits, but finally just blurted out, "I think the outfit will work better if you take your bra and panties off. It'll be more high fashion, avant garde."

"I promise not to look," he added with a grin as he grabbed the light and started up the stairs, still not sure if Andrea was going to go through with it or not.

Oh my! she thought to herself, he really does want NOTHING under the outfit!

Supressing the rush of fear and excitement she returned to the room to finish changing, removing all the clothing including her bra and panties.

Feeling very naughty, she slid the leggings up her thighs, feeling terribly naughty doing so without panties covering her bottom. Then shrugging to herself, she pulled the top on too, and left the room to make her way up the stairs. This wasn't showing much more than a thin bikini, she reasoned to herself. Andera so hoped her brother wasn't disappointed when he saw her.

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