A Model Sister

Steve

"Whats required for the other's Steve?"
She got up and moved to the couch, she could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You're drunk arent you!?"

"I'm not drunk!" I replied, "I just had a few drinks on the way home I had to think about how to deal with this".

Christy just looked at me like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. She must have known a mother comment was on the tip of my tongue.

"So, what's required for the other set?" Christy asked again.

"Well have a look at Sheryl" I said.

I felt dispondant to the whole thing. I slumped back into the couch knowing my career as a photographer would never be more than this.
 
Christy

She gazed through the pictures, her breath catching in her throat.
"I-it doesnt look to hard to do.. Umm who would I be taking these pictures with?" Her voice was quiet, subdued a little.
"Look Steve, I don't care about that. I'll do it. Just help me out here with setting it up. I'll do it ok?" She was a little nervous.
She gazed back at the pictures. It would be kind of akward masturbating before her brother, letting him take pictures of it. There was touching, a tongue on a nipple. There was all kinds of hinted at sexual pleasures.
Walking to the kitchen she grabbed a beer and downed it quickly. Grabbing another, she walked out into the living room.
"Alright Steve, lets give this a try. Find something erotic on tv for me.. I'll need some help."
 
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Steve

I was sitting on the couch listening (but not really paying attention) to Christy talking about the photos. My mind was concentrating on how I was going to be able to pull this off. Who did I know that would be willing to do this for me?

Christy was saying how she would do it. I heard her say it, but I sort of was writing it off as she said it. Still the thought lingered, and I thought back earlier to when I was sitting in the pub admiring her naked figure. She was beautiful and even sexy. She was my sister though, and that immediately ruled her out. It should have ruled her out at the begining.

Christy disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. I thought about phoning Sheryl up and begging her to just do the nudes for me. It was easy enough for her to do the erotic photos, I mean most of them were for the adult magazine I shot for on the side. I wondered what she was doing, or more appropriately who she was doing now.

Christy reappeared holding a beer, she crashed down on the couch next to me. I eyed her a little. She was looking better than a sister should look. Her smooth legs right next to mine. As she chugged at her beer I snuck a look at her breasts straining against that baby Tee she was wearing. She handed me the remote and asked me to find her something sexy to watch on TV.

I just looked at her not believing what was going on. She really seemed eager and willing to do this. I just looked at her and said "You're crazy"

Christy downed some more beer and explained again how she just wanted to help me, and then gave me a big hug. I held it for a moment, feeling her so close to me. As she pulled away I gave her a kiss. Then she gave me a look. A look that said I had done something wrong.

"I just wanted to say thanks, but I don't know if we should go ahead with this. I mean it was different when Sheryl did this for me, a lot different. I don't know if you'd be prepared to do some of the things required"

I was trying to talk my way past the kiss, she picked up the remote and was flicking through the channels and downing beer. I stood up and went to the kitchen. I needed a beer, I just hoped my semi wasn't obvious.
 
Christy

She turned to Steve, "I can do it, It might be a little odd and not very pleasurable with my brother.. but you can't let this fail you. This is the last class you need to pass to get the degree you need. This can't stop you here and now. And I would feel terrible if that happened."

She watched his eyes, his was fighting inside the idea. She didnt like it any better than he would. This was very strange, and well morally wrong in some cases. But it wasn't like she was sleeping with her brother, just helping him out.

"You're Crazy." She nodded, "yeah I guess I am in a way.. Look Steve, it isnt like its anything sexual. Just.. well.. pictures. No harm in taking a few pictures is there? It will be over and done with in a few minutes. Water under the bridge. And if you think the idea is appealing, you are crazy too. But I can help you, why not just get it over with and done?"

She sounded reasonable to herself, she wasn't sure if Steve seen it that way though. He bent in and kissed her, taking her by surprise. Her look was one of total shock. "W-What was that for?"
He quickly said, "Just a thank you." She shifted a little, "Oh. Well you are welcome Steve. You know I love you, always will. I would do anything to help you out when you need it..."
She quickly brought her beer up and drank deeply. Trying to relax, and not think about it so much. Her lips still tingled from his kiss. That was so sinful and wrong. The fact that it effected her was even worse. She hid it well though, turning her attention to the nude couple on the tv set having sex.

Steve got up and went into the kitchen, mumbling something about a beer. She relaxed a little more, he wasn't watching her for a reaction. She would just forget it happened. He was her brother, whats a harmless little kiss?
 
Steve

I stepped into the kitchen and thought how stupid I was. I couldn't believe I tried to kiss her. On the lips no less. I mean it wasn't a big kiss or anything, but a kiss none the less. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and wiped down my brow. It wasn't that hot was it? I cracked open the beer in the kitchen and realized I was going to have to deal with the fact I was attracted to my sister. I felt some guilt welling up in me, I'm a dirty pervert.

I took some more chugs of the beer and thought I'd have to go out there and face her soon or she might think something was up. I walked out to see her watching porn on my television. I went back into the kitchen not knowing what to do. I reached in and got another beer and walked out and handed it to her on the couch. I sat down trying to figure out how to go about doing this.
 
Christy

She thanked him for the the beer, and sat back watching the tc set. She tried to forget he was in the room, and soon the scenes were effecting her. She would be able to do this, just might take a little time to get fully in the mood.

She didn't turn to look at Steve, she didn't have the guts to do that. She stayed focused on the tv set instead. Standing up between the tv and the couch view of Steve, she pulled off her clothes. Wearing nothing underneath made it alot easier. She sat back down, not daring to glance at him.

She quickly chugged down the third beer and crushed the can. Setting it on the end table, she didn't let her eyes go anywhere other than the tv. The pictures she seen began to run through her mind. She new what was required of her to copy those photo's.

The scenes in the movie got more and more erotic, the sounds of sex. The moans and the positions getting to her. There was no light in the room other than the table lamp. She slowly brought her hands down to her upper thighs. Her breathing picking up a little. She felt a little self conscious, knowing Steve was in the room watching her. But she pushed the thought away. She knew he would get his camera, and this would be over and done with.

She watched two guys ganging up on a woman in the movie and felt herself respond. She reached up a little and began to run her finger up and down her shaved slit.
 
Steve

I sat there watching my sister watch the TV. The images really seemed to be working her up. She watched 2 guys fucking this one girl. It was making her hot and moist, it was a scene I couldn't turn away from. My crotch was definately straining in my pants, and I was unable to move. The photoshoot was the last thing on my mind at this point. My brain was filled with thoughts of pussy, even my own sister's pussy.

Reality clicked in as I heard Christy moan "shouldn't you be getting the camera?"

My fantasy was suddenly crashing down on me. This wasn't real, and she would never let me see her in this way again. I felt a bit spurned and shot back "it's supposed to be erotic, not pornographic".
 
Christy

She arched a shapely brow at him.
"Oh really? Well tell me Mister photographer. Whats erotic is pornographic! She turned, her temper in her eyes. She spread out before him on the couch, her legs moving over his thighs. She closed her eyes and slowly started running her hands over her own body. Teasing around areas that turned her on, but not touching anything important.
"Like this?" She whispered as her hands slid down her upper thighs and back up her tight stomach. She arched her head back, showing the slimness of her neck, she parted her lips.
 
Steve

I could see that I had got Christy with my last comment. She shot back saying that what was erotic is pornographic. At that point she spread herself in front of me, drapping one leg over my thighs and the other over the couch. My sister was masturbating in front of me. I began to think she had a point, and it was in my pants. Her head arched back as she touched herself, her mouth opened slightly as she looked back at me. I thought about how much I wanted to feel her to touch her. Her leg moved a bit and I knew she felt my hard on. We just looked at each other, as Christy kept on going, I could smell her. My hand was finding a spot on her leg now, and I could feel her rubbing her leg against my wood.
 
Christy

She panted short even breaths. Her fingers dancing magicly over her pussy and clit. She had temprarily forgot what she was doing, and who she was doing it in front of. Her eyes closed a little, her heart hammering in her throat. She brushed her legs against him, purely by accident as she fucked her own fingers. She didn't stop though, her mind refusing to think what she was doing was wrong or right. He needed pictures, it was all she could recall of the why.

His hand moved to her leg, and she jerked. But not in anger or shock, in pleasure of that touch. His hand was warm, and tender on her skin. Her brain registered Steve was turned on by watching her do this.. But she refused to think it was personal. Any male would react that way to this scene displayed before them. She arched a little, her fingertip barely dipping into her pussy, then retreating to her clit once more.

"T-Take your pictures Steve...." She moaned softly, panting out her words. She wanted to get this over with.. Both the pictures and the orgasm.
 
Steve

I sat there totally captured by the moment of my sister, sharing herself with me. She kept reacting as she masturbated in front of me, I was so turned on. I watched her finger fuck herself, I could see her pussy pulsing around her fingers. The smell of sex filled the air, and I no longer felt the need to hide my erection. Her moans of ecstasy were getting louder as Christy said "T-Take your pictures Steve".

I realized now why she was doing this in the first place. It took all my energy to pull away and grab my camera. It was ready to go (I was once told good photographers were always ready). I pointed it at her and fired off pictures like I was cumming on her. I took pictures of her entirity. Then close ups as I panned up and down her body. Her climax really started to kick in as I shot frame after frame. I wondered if it was making her hotter, having these pictures taken. Her pussy and fingers were so wet, and as she bucked her hips and screamed out for the last time I shot my last picture.

Christy crumpled to the couch in exhaustion. I stared in awe at her magnificance. She was so sexy. I had a huge hard on poking right out at her, and I made no attempt to hide it. I put the camera down, and noticed the porn still playing on TV. Christy was smiling and looked as if she were in heaven. I sat back down on the couch with her.

Christy seemed to be comfortable being naked in front of me now. She rubbed her legs and feet over my lap, and giggled a bit.

"That was one of the most amazingly erotic things I have ever witnessed" I said to her, "Thank-you so much for doing this for me. I owe you and I love you sis".

I moved in to hug her, but she pulled me down on top of her and I could feel her wet mound pressing against my straining buldge.
 
Christy

She tingled from head to toe, and really mentally forgotten what was going on around her. But once her orgasm had come and gone, she felt a need for more. She needed something inside her, taking her to that heightened passion she couldn't get from masturbation. Steve said thank you, and she smiled. She felt wonderful, but still ached. So when he came down over her to hug her in thanks, she reacted totally different. She arched against him and pulled him down to her. She moaned softly, watching his eyes darken but also a questioning in his eyes. She didn't think she moved instead. Her mouth met his and she kissed him softly at first. Then harder after a second ticked by, her tongue darting out to lick at his lips. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her mound, and she wanted it. Shamelessly she arched harder against him, her moans growing louder and longer as they kissed. It took her a second to realize what she was doing. Her lips stopped moving and her eyes opened. Her face flushed bright red, and her heart hammered in her chest. What was she doing!? She backed off, looking up at Steve for some sign of what she was doing was wrong. It felt right, but her mind warred with her it was morally wrong. What was she to do? She didn't know, but she was still pressed against his cock. His lips hovered above her's. His eyes came open and gave her a look she wasn't sure she read right?
"Steve?"
 
Steve

Christy was pressed against me, her moistness was covering my jeans as my cock pressed on as if in defiance wanting to be inside her. Christy looking up at me kissed me softly on the lips, then harder exploring my mouth with her tongue. I felt her back away and look at me. Questioning me with just a look, I could feel her pelvis begin rotating and thrusting back on my cock.

It felt so good, something this wrong, felt so good. I wanted her more than any other woman before, even if she was my sister. I was grappling with the moral delima when Chisty broke the silence by saying my name, "Steve?"

Her hand ran through my hair, and I realised this was someone who could touch me. Everything about this seemed so wrong, but felt so right. I held her glance for a moment and then plunged into it head first. My lips pressed against hers and I felt her kiss me back. Our mouths opened as our tongues began to explore. My pelivs was matching her thrusting, we began humping each other with our clothes on. I ran my hand over her chest. Teasing and playing with her nipples. I kissed my way over her neck and down her body. When I got close to her vagina I paused and looked up at her. I began to kiss it gently and playfully when I heard Christy say my name as a lover and not my sister.
 
Christy

She couldn't hold still under him, and she couldn't look away to gather her thoughts. Wrong or right, this felt too damned good to stop now. His mouth met hers again, and their tongues wrestled wildly. She was hot and achy and dammit she wanted him. She thrust up against him, her bare mound hitting against his jean covered cock. She moaned louder, and started to tremble with desire.

He kissed down her jaw and over her neck, her eyes fell closed as she panted. The feelings swamping over her with his touch was astounding. She never felt this heated before, not this soon. She groaned in pleasure as he pressed back against her, the motions of him fucking her teased her mind even further. He worked his way down her body, kissing here and there. She gasped out as his breath fanned over her wet pussy, her yes popping open to look down at him.

"Oh gawd Steve! Please..." She thrust her hips up towards his mouth, seeking his tongue. Wanting him to touch her, taste her, fuck her wildly. "Please?' She panted out, over and over. Her arousal so intense she had to have him. She knew this man before her loved her, truly loved her. Even if it was wrong for other's, it felt right for her.
 
Steve

Christy wanted me as much as I wanted her. She begged for my tongue, and I wanted to give it to her. I was trying to control my passion, my lust for my sweet sister. I wanted to love her, but I wanted to fuck her mercilessly. I tried to be gentle, but after the first lick of her sweet pussy, hearing her quiver was too much.

My tongue began darting all around expertly licking at her every fold. Stimulating her clit and filling her hot pussy. She tasted so good and I relished this moment of knowledge of my own sister. Christy's hips bucked against my face and I could feel her cum again as she grabbed my hair and held me in place.
 
Christy

ooc: sorry lost my isp earlier. here goes again..

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She moaned out and thrust up into his heated tongue. She whimpered out as his tongue darted her clit and then down to probe her sweet hole. She was floating higher and higher with each thrust and wiggle of his tongue. She bucked under him harder and faster, fucking his face as quickly as she could. She panted out his name, moaning then nearly screaming as she hit another orgasm on his tongue. She spread painfully far and gripped into his hair. Her hips bucked harder and higher as she writhed under him. She rode out wave after wave of her orgasm, until she was finished. She whimpered tugging on him, "Please S-Steve! I need fucked!" Her voice was harsh sounding from her passion, breathy in a way. She cried out as he licked her once more before moving further up her body.
"p-Please!"
 
Steve

Christy finally released her grasp on my head after cumming hard on my face. I leaned up for air, and began to lick my lips. She tasted so good. I moved back up her body, and let her lick and kiss her own cum off my lips. I knew my sister wanted it as bad as I did. I was so turned on by this whole scene. I'd gone this far and I had to find out what it was like to be inside her now. With her pratically begging for it. I stood up beside the couch and began to undo my shirt buttons. Looking down at her I said "You want it? Come get it and undress me." My raging hard on pressing before her against my jeans. I felt her hand reach up and stroke it through my pants. It felt as if I might cum right there, she had the touch of an angel.
 
Christy

She moved to sit on the couch, her legs a little to shakey to stand just yet. She reached up and unbuttoned his pants one button at a time. She loved jeans. She glanced at his opened fly, swallowing hard as she seen the gleaming head of his cock poking above his jeans. Her breathing picked up rappidly. She had no idea her brother was this well endowed. Standing up she traced her fingers along the tip, then raised her hand a little. She grasped the edge of the shirt and tugged it over his head. Once his arms were free she tossed it over the back of the couch. She stepped up closer, her breasts brushing against his skin. Her hands ran down inside his pants over his ass, squeezing gently. Her breath hit the side of his neck as she pressed her hands downward, tugging his jeans off of his hips. She moaned a little, the warmth of his skin and his cock pressing into her abdomen was torment all by itself. Shebent her knees and tugged his jeans all the way down to his ankles. Moving back up she let his kick them off. They now stood face to face, naked and aware of the other's arousal.
"Well?" She whispered, her lips hovering near his.
 
Steve

Christy had undressed me and we stood naked in front of each other. My arousal was showing as she moved her hand slowly up and down my cock. She seemed very impressed with my girth, I guess she just never expected it from me. Her lips hovered next to mine, almost touching. "Well?" she whispered as if waiting for approval or something. My cock felt as if it was growing still in her hand as we stood so close. I reached out and grabbed her against me so that our flesh could touch. My mouth covered her's in a passionate kiss.

My hands slowly ran down her waist as I picked her up. Christy wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her into my bedroom. We both crashed onto the bed still making out. I was on top of her and I spread her legs with mine. I reached down to find her pussy good and wet from her orgasms and my tongue lashing. My cock hovered at her opening.

"God, put it inside me Steve!" she demanded.

That's when I slid inside her for the first time. I gave her my entire length. The look on her face had me worried, but when I got all the way inside the look of ecstasy took over. I began pumping in and out. I reached up to play with her boobs as they bounced with every thrust I gave her.
 
Christy

"God, put it inside me Steve!" she demanded.

She was stunned as he slammed into her. He was larger than she was used to, but it felt damned good. Her hips bucked under his and he began to thrust in and out of her wildly. She cried out, biting into his shoulder, "Fuck me Steve! Oh God! Please!" She panted out, her hips thrusting wildly. This was so erotic, forbidden. Wild. She wanted more of him. His thick cock kept thrusting in and out of her, never letting up. She arched against him, wanting him harder and faster. Her nympho side taking over her being, she did not care about anything now but cumming all over his frenzied cock.
 
Steve

Christy was in a frenzy against my cock, she was cumming so hard and screaming out my name. I was so turned on, which just made me give it to her harder. I felt her wetness lube my cock as her pussy climaxed. She felt so tight, squeezing me inside her. When it was finally over and we calmed down I pulled my hard cock out of her. It was dripping with her juices. I stroked it playfully for her and smiled.
 
Christy

She cried out over and over as her orgasm rocked her tiny frame. He kept fucking her hard and deep until the orgasm faded into little tingles of pleasure. He pulled out as she looked down, his cock still rock hard. He smiled at her and stroked his large member before her very eyes. She tingled all over, wanting to feel him inside her again. But as the foggy sexual lust cleared she began to blush.
"Oh my god... Steve.. What have we done?" She looked up at him, her desire for more still there, but the guilt also with it.
 
Steve

I was stroking myself looking at my beautiful sister, Christy. It made me hard thinking of her like this. I could feel her juices on my cock. She looked up blushing and said the words that I had been thinking "What have we done?" she asked. The guilt was getting to me as I began to sober up.

Looking down at her lithe, sweet, innocent, but sexy body. I knew I had done something terrible, something I could never take back. Deep down though I had wanted it, and I still lusted for her. I wanted more.

"Just let me finish off" I pleaded.

I stroked myself trying to bring me closer to orgasm.
 
Christy

She moaned in pleasure, watching him. She forgot all about her guilty feelings as she watched him stroke himself.
She rolled over, pressing her ass up into him.
"Fuck me....please steve? I am protected with the pill.. I want to feel you cum inside me.." She wiggled a little, pushing her firm ass up into him.
"take me from behind...please?" She panted and pleaded him.
 
Steve

My guilt began to subside when I heard Christy was on the pill. At least we'd only be making a mistake that we knew about. I was so hard stroking myself her ass seemed so inviting as she positioned herself for me. Practically begging. I couldn't resist, knowing how good it felt to be inside my sister. I placed my cockhead at her entrance. She felt so warm and wet. I slipped my length in all the way again, hearing her moan with pleasure and pain as I gave her my full length. I grabbed onto her hips feeling how good her body felt, I thrust.

"I'm not sure how long I can last in you" I said with a smile.
 
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