TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Okay, fine,” Kenny sighed. “So far I’ve taken pictures of games and people just going about their business. I’ve never directed a shoot, so I’m as lost as you are. That’s why I wanted someone with experience.”

“Oh.” Josie frowned.

“You happy you got me admit I’m not sure what I’m doing? Bad enough I’m desperate enough to let my sister model for me, you need to make me feel worse.”

“Hey, relax. Didn’t you smoke? It’s why I gave it to you, so you’d be chill.”

“I did, and I’m still anxious.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry I’m being like this. It’s just embarrassing.”

“Its okay, I’m just here to help.” She giggled. “I get to freestyle?”

“Sure. If it seems stiff or not what I need I’ll make some suggestions.”

“Get me started,” Josie put her hands up. “We can learn together. You tell me what to do first, then I go from there.”

“Good idea, I have to learn this.” He eyed her through the lens. “How about a hipshot?”

“What?”

“Hands on your hips, but you know, lean one way, like you’re looking sexy.”

Josie put her hands on her hips, then lowered her right hand while keeping her left on her hip and thrusting it upward.

“Good,” Kenny snapped off a couple of shots.

Josie switched to the other hip, but this time smiled, a big goofy one.

“Don’t smile like that, you look silly, not sexy.”

“Sorry, I’m kind of stoned.”

“Day like any other,” he muttered. “Try looking series.”

“How about this?

Josie grabbed the sides of the robe and opened it a couple more inches, showing off more of her breasts. It was the look on her face however, that caught Kenny off guard. Her normally wide eyes had narrowed and were staring intently at the camera. Her lips were parted, and she’d angled her face as if she were challenging him to do something.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s a good one.”

Josie ran her hands up her chest and briefly held her face between her hands, her blue nails standing out on her skin. Her lips parted further, and her eyes had gone from wide and demure to intense, no more than that, smoldering would be the word.

Bedroom eyes would be another, the kind of eyes that dared you to come get it. Her entire face had that look, and his finger twitched on the button when she slowly licked her lips. He knew the Nikon was catching her pink tongue gliding over her red flesh and he imagined the great still he would get from it.

Josie ran her hands into her hair, then kept going, lifting them over her head and taking her hair up with it. She cocked her head the other way, this time sticking her tongue out and wagging it provocatively.

Kenny clicked away reflexively, which is exactly what he should be doing. A good photographer never missed a shot, they might get some crappy ones, but the gem that would be among them was the payday.

But as the remote clicked and the camera hummed, his mind was racing. Josie’s look and expressions weren’t just her trying to look sexy, they were downright sultry. There was nothing silly about how she moved her tongue across her lips or wagged it at the camera.

Nor was there anything silly about her eyes and general expression on her face. Her body swayed as she held her hair over her head, before letting it fall, purposefully letting it cover part of her face.

She stared at the camera with one eye concealed by the hair, then smiled. Unlike before, this wasn’t the classic silly Josie smile, this one was sly, seductive and full of promise. Jeez, he’d read too many model reviews and critiques of shoots online when he used terms like that.

But it was true, Josie was blowing him away the way she’d transformed from his plain Jane stoner sister into this gorgeous and sensual woman. Josie wasn’t done. She gave her head a toss, sending her hair back, another shot he couldn’t wait to see, a still of her hair flying back.

Her hands went down her face, and with a sexy smile, she put her fingertip on her tongue and this time widened her eyes, and pushed out her lower lip, giving him a precious little girl look.

Josie slid her finger in front of her lips as if she were shushing him, her eyes now looking scared, as if she knew she were in trouble. His smile faded when she slipped her tongue out and proceeded to lick her finger.

She did it slowly, running it up one side of her finger, then down the other as if it were… Kenny didn’t let himself finish the thought. Sister, this was his sister. But it was his sister who was now swirling her tongue around the tip of her finger, while staring boldly into the camera.

She proceeded to suck her finger into her mouth, and when she did, her eyes rolled back as if it were the best thing she’d ever tasted. Kenny could feel his face flushing and a lone drop of sweat slid down past his eye.

Josie was now bobbing her head, giving her finger a mock blow job. No, don’t even think those things! What was wrong with him? In his defense, it was hard to think of anything else while watching his sister devour her finger like she was…

Taking part in an erotic photo shoot.

It struck him she was doing exactly what he needed her to do, so what was the problem? It was awkward, yes, but better than her being awful and him failing. Eye on the prize, he told himself.

Right now, his eye was on Josie who had mercifully stopped sucking her finger. His relief didn’t last long when her next move was to run her hands down her body. She slid them over her breasts, pausing to give them a squeeze, and open her mouth in an exaggerated moan.

The problem was she released the moan, and Kenny wasn’t sure if she did it so it would be more realistic than mouthing it, or she was… what, getting into this? No, she’s not getting into it, and playing it up.

But the sound had an unwelcome effect on him, causing his face to grow hotter, and his finger to tremble on the remote. Josie’s hands moved down her stomach, then over her thighs. She bunched the robe between them, causing it to rise and show her legs up to her hips as she bent over towards him.

His eyes flashed from the thin blue strings over her hips, making him again wonder what she had under the robe, then higher where her leaning over was showing off her breasts. He could see down to some blue lace on the lower portion of them.

Kenny was stunned by the fact they looked like they were on the bigger side. Not that he checked her out, but he couldn’t recall ever noticing her breasts. That was as much a testament to how unflattering she dressed as much as a brother not giving any thought to his sister’s boobs.

He tried to focus on the whirring of the camera as Josie gave a quick shake, bouncing her tits in the robe before straightening.

“Doing okay?” she asked, as she brushed her hair from her face.

“Yeah, you’re doing a great job.”

“Yay!” she clapped her hands and hopped up and down like a little kid, and Kenny felt a little better seeing her revert to the Josie he recognized.

“Keep going, right?”

“Yeah, keep it up, I’m getting some good shots.”

“Nice!” Josie exclaimed excitedly. “I told you I could do this!”

“That you did.” He found he was glad she’d stopped for a couple minutes because it have him time to try and process that fact his sister was somehow not just a legit hottie, but was more sexual than he’d wanted to think.

The looks, the way she used her tongue, sucking her finger, weren’t something she could pull off without knowing what she was doing. Apparently Jim and whoever the other guy she slept with had been ‘very happy’ with his sister.

Why was he thinking that way? She wasn’t just his sister, she was his model, and he needed to be detached, not be getting flustered.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Going to get back behind the camera or just stand there staring at me?”

“Huh?” he shook his head. “I wasn’t staring, just thinking.”

“Oh, too bad. I was hoping you were looking.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m here trying to be sexy so if you were looking it would mean I was.”

“You’re my sister. I’m not going to look at you no matter what you do.”

“Good to hear because you haven’t seen anything yet, big brother.” She pointed. “Lights camera, action, Kenny!”

This time knowing Josie was doing a good job, a little too good for his liking, he sat down in the chair and found her through the lens and picked up the clicker.

“Wait, I need some music.” Josie walked over to his desk.

“There’s no sound in the pictures,” he reminded her while watching her.

His eyes were on the backs of her legs, again amazed at how good they looked, especially in the heels which brought out her calves. Why was he looking at her, he wasn’t taking pictures? As if that thought had jarred him into action, he lifted the Cannon to his face and took two pictures of her from behind.

The first was her entire body, the second he zoomed in just getting the hem of the robe down to her shoes. He’d just taken a shot of his sister’s legs. No, not sister, model, and his model had nice legs and that was why he’d taken the picture.

“I know that, dummy,” she replied. “It will help be move better and stay in the mood.”

Josie picked up the water and took several long swallows. She lowered the bottle quickly, and some of the water splashed onto her chest, and his eyes followed, watching it slowly drip between her breasts and out of sight beneath the robe.

Why did he keep looking at her? But again, like with her legs, he took a picture, catching the glistening water as it slid down her chest.