Picture Perfect (3 page)

“C’mon, Mel. You can do this,” Kurt murmured in my ear, and I realized that I had been standing there in front of the double bed with my hands on the sash of my robe, frozen in place for almost a minute. Lisa was watching me with narrowed eyes, as though wondering if she’d made a mistake. Quickly, I shrugged out of the robe and sat on the side of the bed. My nipples tightened into hard little points as the cool air caressed them, and I shivered and tried to keep my eyes down. I was vaguely aware that Kurt was sitting right beside me, less than a foot away and that he was also nude, but I couldn’t make myself look at him -- it was just too damn embarrassing.

“Well?” Lisa raised her eyebrows at us, and I realized she was waiting for us to get into position.

I cleared my throat. “I…uh…what position did you want us in again?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

“Spooning. You know -- lie on your sides on the bed with Kurt behind you.”

Well, that didn’t sound too hard. Still not looking at my gorgeous stepbrother, I scrambled around until I was lying on my side with one arm under my head and the other folded in front of me. Kurt settled behind me and I could feel the heat of his big body radiating across the distance he’d left between us and hear his soft breathing. He wasn’t touching me and I wasn’t touching him -- maybe we could do this after all.

But Lisa did
not
look pleased. “What the hell?” she muttered, coming closer to study us. The bed was draped in a simple white sheet, a nice contrast to my pale skin and Kurt’s natural tan. Both of us were in good shape, so I knew we had to look pretty good lying there. What was her problem?

“Is everything okay?” I asked, as she squinted at us through her Coke-bottle lenses.

“No, everything is
not
okay,” she snapped. “This is a study in sexual intimacy -- it’s about love and desire and affection, and you two are about two feet apart over here.” She made a motion with her hands indicating the space between us. “Cuddle up to her, Kurt; she doesn’t bite -- not in this position, anyway.” She grinned at her own joke, but it was clear she was serious.

I stiffened as Kurt’s muscular front connected with my back and ass, but I made myself hold still.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
, I reminded myself sternly.
Don’t blow it.

“Closer,” Lisa barked, motioning again. “This is supposed to be a sexual position. You can’t fuck her from across the room.”

I bit my lip and heard Kurt mutter something under his breath. Then, suddenly, he was draped all over me like a warm, heavy coat. One long, muscular arm came around to encircle my waist, and his knees lined up behind mine just right. But what made me squeak and nearly jump away was the feel of his rigid shaft nestling right between the cheeks of my ass. He had a hard-on, I realized -- a really
hard
hard-on and I was the reason why.

“Sorry,” he murmured in my ear. “Can’t help it.”

“It’s all right,” I whispered back, wondering if it really was. How would we ever look at each other again after this? Let alone watch a basketball game on TV, or talk about our favorite movies, or run out for an ice cream, or any of the hundred other things we usually did when we were spending time together, pretending to be normal siblings with no unspoken tension between us.

“Good, much better,” Lisa said. She had a huge and extremely expensive-looking black camera in her hands and she was circling us, taking pictures from all sides.

“Glad she’s happy,” Kurt muttered in my ear over the clicking of the camera. “If I got much closer we’d actually be…” He trailed off, and I wondered if he was as embarrassed as I was. But I was soon to find out that the awkwardness had only just begun.

“Now, Kurt,” Lisa directed, making a motion with the hand that wasn’t holding the camera. “Lift Melanie’s leg with your hand -- that’s right, spread her thighs, make it look real, like you’re really penetrating deep -- this is the second part of the position.”

I stiffened as Kurt’s big hand glided over my naked skin and came to rest on my thigh. God, I hadn’t anticipated how hard this was going to be, how much my own hidden desires were going to come to the surface. Just feeling his body pressed against mine, having his hand on me, even on my leg, was making my heart beat like a drum.

“Easy, Mel,” Kurt whispered in my ear as he raised my thigh. The position opened me up, making my pussy lips part and I hoped he wouldn’t look down between my legs and see how hot and wet I was getting. I tried not to imagine how it would be if we were making love for real, how easy it would be for Kurt to slide down a little and enter me, fitting the head of his cock to my wet, open cunt.

“Good, I think I’ve got all I need of that one.” Lisa stood back, obviously satisfied, and Kurt let my leg go quickly and scooted away, as though he’d been burned.

“Hey.” I looked over my shoulder, offended. “You don’t have to act like I’ve got the plague the minute she calls cut.”

“Sorry.” He was breathing hard, his deep chest moving in and out like a bellows. “I just…I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”

“Kurt, please.” I shook my head, trying to make sure my eyes stayed above his waist. “You’re only doing this because of me, I know. And I appreciate it, because it
is
kind of awkward.”

“You think?” He gave a short, sharp laugh and shook his head. “Mel, you have no idea --”

“Okay, people, enough chitchat. Next position. Lazy downward dog, please,” Lisa snapped, as though we were supposed to understand what she was talking about. Neither Kurt nor I did, which made me feel a little better about my experience or lack of it. I hadn’t dated very many guys, to be honest, maybe because if I wanted a male friend to hang out with Kurt was always there, and had been for almost the entire time I’d been old enough to go out.

Lisa explained and soon enough we were in position -- me lying on my stomach with my legs spread and Kurt hovering over me awkwardly, supporting his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.

“Come on, Kurt,” Lisa said impatiently. “I know you don’t want to smash her, but you can get a little closer than that.”

Sighing, he lowered himself and the heated length of his shaft branded my ass again. This time I didn’t jump quite so much -- was I getting used to it? Hardly, I thought; it was just that it wasn’t such a shock to realize that he was hard because of me. After all, my pussy was practically liquid with need right now, and it was all due to the close proximity of my hot stepbrother. I was glad my desire wasn’t as obvious as his, though -- I was able to hide what I was feeling much more easily than he was.

My smugness lasted until the next pose -- classic doggy-style. I felt much more exposed as I climbed to my hands and knees. My full breasts hung down like ripe fruit, my nipples achingly hard while Kurt positioned himself between my spread legs. With my thighs wide open, I knew he would be able to see how slippery and swollen my pussy was getting. I just hoped he wasn’t looking at that particular area, although I was afraid he must be. After all, now was the perfect opportunity for him to sneak a peek since I was facing away from him. I knew if
I
had gotten a chance to examine
his
south of the border areas without him seeing me do it, I would have taken it in a heartbeat. So I couldn’t really expect him to be any more honorable than I would have been.

Kurt rested his big hands lightly on my hips, obviously trying to keep his pelvis well back from my exposed ass and open pussy as Lisa adjusted her camera. When she looked up at us, she frowned again.

“Okay, you two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, stalking over with the camera in one hand.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.

“Why are you” -- she pointed at Kurt -- “acting like she’s too hot to touch? And you --” She pointed at me. “Why are you playing Little Miss Shy? And why are both of you as stiff as boards? I would expect this kind of reserve if the two of you didn’t know each other, but you’re a couple -- you’ve been together for…how many years?”

“Five,” Kurt said before I could answer.

“Five years,” Lisa continued, pacing up and down in front of the bed where we were positioned. “I mean, you’ve probably fucked her this way lots of times before, am I right, Kurt?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” He coughed, and I could almost see his tan face turning red. “I’ve just never…never in front of a camera.”

“Well, that to the side, it’s obvious you two have chemistry. You want her, right? She turns you on?”

Kurt cleared his throat and I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder to see his reaction to Lisa’s matter-of-fact question. “Yes, I want her,” he said with a quiet intensity that made me shiver. “I want her so much it hurts.”

“And you, Melanie,” Lisa continued, looking at me. “Kurt is a good-looking guy, and it’s clear he knows how to treat you in the bedroom. Knows when to be gentle, when to be rough -- am I right?”

I bit my lip and felt myself turning bright red in the face, but I forced myself to answer. “Kurt’s…ah, amazing in bed,” I murmured. “He always knows just how to touch me.” Now why had I added that last part? Was I crazy, throwing gasoline on the fire I could feel raging between myself and my stepbrother? But once the words were out, I couldn’t call them back. Lisa, apparently oblivious to the added tension she was causing, continued to lecture.

“There’s a lot of passion between you two -- I can feel it just under the surface, waiting to get out. And I know this kind of posing is awkward -- it’s hard to do sexual things, even things you’ve done with a lover for years -- in front of the camera. But think of the readers -- they want more than just to be educated, they want to be
titillated
. Turned on. And nothing is more titillating or sexier than seeing two people who really care about each other making love. Do you see?”

I nodded and Kurt said, “Uh, sure,” from behind me.

Lisa nodded vigorously. “Glad you agree. So, please, let me see a little of that sensuality break free. Really get into it. Mel, spread your legs more and arch your back, as if you were trying to get him deeper inside you. And, Kurt, lean over Mel and hold her, cup her breasts. Stroke her, caress her, let her feel how much you want her.” She lifted the camera again and began fiddling with the lens. Apparently the lecture was over -- for now.

“Mel?” I heard Kurt whisper in my ear. “Is this okay with you?”

I watched as Lisa finished whatever she was doing with the camera and raised it to her eye. I knew this was our last chance. We were going to have to let go a little more, or we’d be out the door and she’d find two other models who weren’t quite so constrained around each other.

“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider and arching my back. I could feel the tips of my long auburn hair trailing over my naked lower back, tickling my bare skin, and the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my hands and knees. But most of all, I was hypersensitive to the feeling of Kurt’s hands on my body as he bent over me. There was something warm and wet in the center of my back and I realized that he’d kissed me. Then again and again -- he was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine, his mouth hot against my shivering skin as his big hands slid slowly around to cup me.

I moaned when he gathered my breasts into his hands -- I couldn’t help it. The feel of his rough, callused palms against my sensitive, aching nipples was almost too much. The moist, blunt probe of his cock brushed against my inner thighs, dangerously close to my open cunt, and for a moment I felt like a female animal in heat about to be mounted.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a low voice, and I shook my head, not sure I could trust myself to speak. God, it felt good to have him so close. I just wished I could have him a little bit closer. For the first time, I began to seriously consider doing the infamous “penetration shots” Lisa had talked so casually about. Then I pushed the thought away -- Kurt was my brother, well, my stepbrother, anyway. There was no way we ought to be doing what we were doing right now, even if it was only simulated, let alone taking things any further.

“Good, good, that’s excellent,” Lisa said, walking around us and clicking away with the camera, capturing the position from every possible angle. “Play with her nipples, Kurt -- pinch them, twist them. Do whatever it is that you usually do to get her turned on.”

Kurt didn’t ask this time. I felt him grasp my sensitive peaks and tug gently at first, and then more forcefully when I didn’t object. “God, Mel, your breasts are so beautiful,” he murmured in my ear as he touched me. “Haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since the time during that last vacation you walked in on me and you were topless.”