Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Suddenly my throat became dry knowing I showed much more skin then her. For some reason I thought my daughter would out due me in this department but now I looked like a slut and everyone’s eyes were on me! Trembling I walked down and took a seat next to Tommy noticing my husband’s eye widen a bit.

“Ok, great, wow Mom you look great,” Kristy broke the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes Mom, perfect.”

My son’s eyes were wide and roaming all over me, especially my cleavage which due to my reveling blouse showed all the way down to bottom of my breasts. Suddenly Tommy got up and I thought he would start taking pictures but Kristy quickly got up too and walked up to him. The skirt which I thought was modest was actually pretty short.

“What does this button do?” She asked leaning into Tommy looking at the camera in his hands.

Her short skirt which left her knees and part of thighs exposed and a simple pull-over sweater covering her firm breasts but leaving a trace of cleavage for viewing pleasure were pretty seductive. I was surprised to notice Tommy’s eyes dart to that cleavage for a second before answering. I didn’t think anyone else but me noticed.

“That is ISO change button mostly used for quick changes you need to make in difficult lighting situations.”

Kristy looked at him with a clueless look in her eyes.

“Oh, and what does that mean in English?” She smiled at him.

Tommy rolled his eyes.

“You just need to know this button,” He pointed to the tiny thing.

“It’s called: AUTOMATIC.”

Kristy pursed her lips at him and narrowed her eyes into slits.

“Oh, and you think I’m totally dumb about taking photographs?” She said in a dangerous tone.

“Well… maybe not entirely,” Tommy answered and putting his camera up to his eye snapped a picture of his sister.

Kristy shook her head but didn’t answer.

“Tommy, how did the photo shoot go today?” John asked

My stomach immediately jumped to my throat. Although I knew no one but Tommy’s two friends knew about how I exposed myself today, I looked at John surprised. Did he know?

“It was great Dad,” Tommy answered taking another picture of Kristy.

He actually knelt low while taking the pictures.

“Gina was a sport, we took tons of pictures and a lot of them will end up on our site.”

“Wait a minute, you mean your girlfriend was the model you guys used?” John said surprised.

My body became tenser as the conversation progressed.

“Yeah, of course.”

It seemed Kristy wasn’t even listening to the conversation; she stretched right in front of Tommy. John and I didn’t see anything improper as her small skirt lifted with her extended body but I wondered if Tommy could. He still knelt low on the ground and could probably see further up his sister’s skirt than us.

“Oh, I thought you wanted bikini pictures.”

Tommy snapped a couple of photos of Kristy while she stretched. I made a mental note to review the pictures later to find out what he saw.

“We did. Nice Kristy, very nice. Now why don’t you stand by the fireplace,” Tommy pointed towards it.

Oh boy, that’s where he took my pictures and managed to convince me to take all my clothes off a while back.

“Wow, were you ok with it? I mean, letting your friends photograph your girlfriend dressed only in a bathing suit?” John became more interested in the photo shoot.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Kristy walked up to the fireplace and made a pose placing her hand on the mantle and looked into the camera.

“Of course Dad. See, that is what photographing art really is. It’s being able to see anyone and in any situation as a subject of art and not as a girlfriend or a sister,” He said pointing to Kristy.

John looked at Kristy and Tommy walked up to her, put pressure with his hand on her lower back, twisted her a bit so her ass was now facing us and moved back. Kristy was now in a very sexy pose, her skirt slightly lifted showing muscular thighs to right below her butt level.

John gave me a look but I didn’t say anything, she was not showing anything inappropriate.

“Hmmm, I guess I haven’t thought of it that way.”

John was silent for the next few minutes watching his son direct Kristy to twist, raise her chin, move her arms and basically pose for him while he took pictures. I could tell Kristy enjoyed the attention and knew from experience she was probably excited right now.

“Can I get one of you to pose with Kristy? I want to try multiple subjects,” He turned to us.

John and I looked at each other neither one of us wanting to be the one on display at the moment.

“Come on Dad, pose with me,” Kristy chimed in extending her hand towards her Dad.

John sighed and got up. I gave her a look and begun questioning her motives.

“Sure thing pumpkin.”