Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

John was dressed in his casual shorts and a tea shirt. Unlike Kristy and I who tried to look nice, he decided to show up for the picture session totally casual. His shorts were the older short-shorts style which he still loved to wear despite the current trend for baggy shorts.

Kristy’s face lit up and her eyes were all over her Dad. When he walked up to her she pressed her back to his chest looking at Tommy’s camera. Tommy snapped a couple of pictures.

“Good you two. Now Kristy, pretend like you are hiking a football to Dad. Dad, you pretend to receive the football from Kristy. This should be a fun pic.”

I gave Tommy a concerned look but he did not pay any attention to me. Kristy immediately bent over and spreading her legs pressed her ass out towards her Dad. Her skirt moved further up to the point where it was barely covering her ass. John casually bent over behind Kristy and put his hands between her legs as if ready to “receive the football”.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I held my breath, it was a fun picture but also very provocative. Kristy was bent over and her low cut sweater barely able to contain her full breasts while her DAD had his hands between her sleek, long legs!

I moved my head a bit to see where exactly my husband’s hands were and exhaled with relief seeing them an inch or so away from the insides of her thighs.

“Perfect, this is going to be great!” Tommy said after taking several pictures in that position.

” Now Dad just stand straight and Kristy lean against Dad but this time put your hands around his neck as if you were hanging there for support.”

What? Why was he doing this? This was going further then just an innocent family photo session and I knew I had to break this up. Just as I was about to protest, Tommy chimed in again.

“Ah Tommy, that’s far enough,” I mumbled shaking my head in disapproval.

“Don’t you think that’s taking it too far?” I gave my son a meaningful look.

He smiled and studied me for a moment.

“Mom, in normal circumstances you would be right, but here we are taking artistic photos of Dad and Kristy. There is no attraction between them simply because they are related and this is ART,” He emphasized the last word.

“Again, this goes along the same lines of Gina posing in tiny bikini in front of my friends. It was sexy, racy and whatever else you want to say about it but I was fine with it. Why? Because it was art and she was a model. Here, Dad and Kristy are models and we all should be fine with it.”

I looked at John and saw him shrugging his shoulders. Kristy smiled and leaning against her Dad put her arms up and wrapped her hands around his neck like Tommy directed.

“I really don’t mind Mom; it’s actually kind of fun, right Dad?” Kristy said and gave John a look while hanging on to his neck.

I’m sure she didn’t mind clinging to her Dad especially after giving him a secret BLOW JOB the night before!

“Sure pumpkin, it is fun.”

John failed to look at me while I stared at him in amazement. Did he mean it? Did he enjoy taking the pictures or his daughter clinging to him?

“Ok, Kristy look into the camera, yes like that. Stick your breasts out as much as you can, beautiful now arch your back. Yes, hold it,”

Click, click, click.

Tommy’s new camera captured the scene while Kristy’s ass was pressed hard into her Dad’s groin. I could tell John had a hard time breathing in a controlled manner.

“Good, now Dad put your hands on Kristy’s hips.”

John slowly moved his hands and put them high on Kristy’s hips.

“Kristy, bend your head back and look at Dad upside-down. Dad, hold her so she doesn’t fall.”

Kristy bent in such a way the top of her head was touching John’s chest while she looked at him from below. John held on to her hips tightly and looked down at his daughter. I noticed, with some envy, his eyes slid down to her very much exposed cleavage showing considerable amount of soft breasts.

Tommy on the other hand was kneeling and taking pictures from the ground up. Because Kristy was so bent back she spread her legs for greater stability but her brother now had a view up her skirt.

“Dad, kiss Kristy on the forehead.”

John instinctively closed his eyes and planted a kiss on his daughter’s forehead like he did a thousand times before.

“Good, now hold it.”

I had to admit, Tommy managed to create a fascinating pose. He took photos from the front, sides and even climbed on the chair in front of Kristy and took one from above.

Suddenly he gave me a quizzical look and a weak smile, then dropped to his knees and lay down in front of his sister and snapped a few photos up her skirt.

I gasped at him. That wasn’t art; it was Tommy being a pervert! I was just about to say something when he got up.

“Good, you can relax.”

Kristy turned and gave John a hug.

“That was fun Daddy, we should do this again.”

“Yeah, sure it was,” John answered hugging her back.

He looked at me.

“Now what about your Mom and Tommy, we need to take their pictures as well.”

Kristy turned looking at me with wide eyes. Suddenly her eyes narrowed and she strolled up to her brother.

“Daddy’s right, your guys’ turn.”

She took the camera out of his hands and pointed to me.

“Go sit with Mom.”

My heart pounded in my chest and I didn’t know how to stop it. I knew I needed to look natural and not tense but I could not help it, I was tense.

Tommy scratched his head, looked at his Dad and shuffled over to my couch dropping down beside me. He sat a few inches away leaving space separating us.

Kristy immediately began taking pictures pretending to be like Tommy and taking them from the sides and from the floor while awkwardly holding the camera in her demure hands. Her sweater, seemingly tight at the moment, slid up exposing some of her midsection and parts of her hips in a provocative way. I saw John watching her from the side, his eyes absorbing what his daughter was doing and probably what she showed.

Tommy shook his head at Kristy.

“No Kristy, that is not how you hold it,” He said as father might scold a child.

He quickly got up and positioned himself behind his sister who was keeling in front of me.

“Hold it firmly like this.”

He leaned over and grabbing her hands squeezed them tightly.

Kristy just giggled.

“All right, I will.”

It almost looked like Tommy was staring down his sister’s sweater but I couldn’t tell for sure.

“Look, a photographer needs to look at all angles because you never know where the best shot will come from. So, after you decide on the general vector of the shot move a little from side to side and determine what the best shot is.”

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he moved her to the side. Kristy lost her balance and fell to the side obscenely spreading her legs to maintain balance. Her efforts were futile; she fell on her side protecting the camera while her legs were spread apart. Her short skirt rode up and all of us watching her were greeted to a wonderful sight of my daughter’s tight panties.