Picture Perfect (7 page)

“You’ll be okay -- I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to support me, but Lisa shook her head.

“No, I want your hands over your head, Kurt. It has to look like Melanie’s in charge on this one.”

Shrugging, Kurt put his hands over his head and I had to support myself. Carefully, I began to raise and lower my body, watching as his thick shaft, glistening with my juices, slid deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. It wasn’t Kurt’s fault -- even though I could feel his muscles bunching like iron under me, he didn’t move an inch. It was all me, and I was beginning to wonder how long my arms and thighs could hold out in this awkward position. Already my muscles were shaking with the effort -- it just wasn’t a pose I was used to holding.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you mind if I come all the way down just once? I just need to rest for a minute,” I said to Kurt, who was giving me a concerned look.

“Sure, Mel,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”

And it
was
what I wanted, I realized. I wanted him deep inside me, if only for a minute, so I could rest my aching thighs. After all, just once couldn’t hurt, could it?

“No, fucking, okay?” I said, trying to give him a stern look as I let myself come all the way down.

“No, of course not,” he agreed, his deep voice hoarse.

With a trembling sigh, I impaled myself on his thick shaft, and he bottomed out inside me for the first time. The head of his cock pressed hard against the mouth of my womb, and despite my warning to him, I couldn’t help imagining him coming inside me like that, thrusting as deep as he could before pumping me full of his cum.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kurt whispered, staring into my eyes as he penetrated me completely. “So tight and hot and wet. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

I couldn’t help blushing. “It’s just this once,” I reminded him, trying not to move even though I felt him pulsing inside me. “I just couldn’t do it anymore -- my thighs were about to give out.”

“It feels good, even if it’s just once,” he murmured, thrusting up into me just the tiniest bit. I moaned softly and bit my lip.

“Stop, Kurt,” I said warningly. “I told you, no fucking.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, smiling up at me. “I wasn’t really fucking. I was just…adjusting.”

“This is good -- perfect,” I heard Lisa say as she circled us with the camera. “Melanie, spread yourself open so I can get a good shot of Kurt all the way inside you.”

I did as she said, spreading my slippery cunt lips to show how his thick shaft was finally buried to the root inside me.

“God,” I heard Kurt murmur as he drank in the sight, and I had to agree with the awe in his voice. My stepbrother’s thick cock stretching my pussy to the limit was probably the single most erotic thing I had ever seen. And it felt so good, too.

“I’m so glad you two have finally come around,” Lisa said and we both looked over at her. She was nodding and fiddling with her camera again. “This is really what I need on every pose,” she said, motioning to where Kurt and I were joined. “Full penetration is best and it looks so much sexier too. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go back and repeat some of the other positions with Kurt all the way inside you, just like he is now, Melanie.”

I didn’t know what to say at first, but then I looked down at Kurt and realized that this was going to be my one and only chance to have him in me so deeply. Once we got back home, all this would be forgotten and we would probably never even talk about it again. Of course, it would be wrong to let him fuck me, but surely just letting him slide his cock all the way into my pussy and hold it there didn’t count as fucking. Did it? It didn’t seem like it should to me. After all, he wasn’t going to come in me; he had promised that.

“All right,” I said, making the decision for both of us. “What should we go back to? Spooning or doggy-style?”

After that we went through everything all over again only this time Kurt was buried to the hilt inside me with every pose. I knew it was wrong, especially when Lisa asked him to move in and out some so she could get some contrasting shots, but I couldn’t seem to stop. It felt too good to open myself and let him fuck me, too good to have his thick cock thrusting in and out of my open pussy to make him stop. I was pretty sure Kurt felt the same way, but to his credit, he never once lost control and he never came in me. Oh, he dripped plenty of precum, both inside my pussy and over my open cunt folds, enough that I was sticky and slippery with it by the end of the shoot. But he never actually put his cock all the way inside me and let go, even when I finally had an orgasm myself and felt my inner muscles squeezing him with every spasm of pleasure that rushed through me.

It happened while we were doing a position called the longbow. I was lying on my back with one leg wrapped around his waist and the other over his broad shoulder. Kurt had me open wide, really leaning into me as he fucked me, and suddenly the feel of his shaft pounding into my pussy was too much. I felt the orgasm rolling over me like a tidal wave, and I moaned his name as I clutched at the sheets, my pussy rippling around his cock. “Kurt, oh God, yes!” I gasped, unable to help myself.

“Was it good, Mel?” he murmured when the spasms had finally passed and I was panting helplessly, his cock still buried in my cunt. “Did you like the feel of me fucking you while you came?”

“You know I did,” I murmured, looking up at him, letting my true feelings fill my eyes. “It felt amazing, Kurt. All of this, all day, has been incredible.”

“I know,” he murmured, and looked suddenly sad. “I feel the same way. But you know how it is, Mel. Why we can’t…”

“I understand,” I said, nodding. “But we’re not home yet. We’re still here. I want…want you to know that if you want to come in me, you can. I mean, we’ve been doing this for hours; it has to be killing you to keep going like this with no relief.” I felt I couldn’t keep denying him the right to fill me with his cum when he had given me such a hot orgasm just moments before.

He frowned stubbornly and shook his head. “I told you, Mel, I’m not going to come in you. That’s taking things too far. It’s going to be hard enough to go home after this as it is.”

Just then, Lisa called for yet another position and our conversation was cut short. It turned out to be the last position she needed, and after she finished snapping yet another picture of Kurt’s cock entering my pussy, she called a halt and thanked us both for our professional behavior.

“The pictures are going to be beautiful,” she said as we disengaged awkwardly and reached for our robes. “I’ll see that you get a set to keep if you like.”

“That would be nice.” I smiled at her and nodded. “And I want you to know it’s been an amazing experience working with you. I never would have thought in a million years that I’d get to do a shoot with Lisa McKenzie.”

She smiled back. “Well, you may get to do more than one, Melanie. I really enjoyed shooting you. So why don’t you give me your information and maybe I’ll call you the next time I’m in town?”

“That would be great,” I said, really meaning it. “I’d love to work with you again.”

“Of course, it would be straight modeling,” she said, looking around the large empty warehouse. “Nothing like this again -- this book really is a one-time thing. But I might like to use this space for another shoot -- I love the natural light in here. That’s why I decided to come here in the first place instead of using a studio.”

We talked photography and modeling for a few more minutes while Kurt got changed, and then I went and changed myself, hardly able to believe that the shoot was really over.

Kurt seemed to be thinking the same thing because as we pulled in the driveway of our house, he turned to give me a long, measuring look. “Mel,” he started in a low voice, not meeting my eyes. “I want you to know that today, well, it meant a lot to me. Even though we were only doing what we did because it was a job, still…”

“I feel the same way,” I said, hearing the pain in his voice and wishing I could erase it.

“But now that we’re home,” he continued. “I don’t think we should mention it again. In fact, I don’t think we should talk about it.”

“You’re right,” I said, even though my heart was breaking. “It’s probably better if we just pretend that nothing ever happened.”

He nodded and there was a finality in the gesture that tore at my heart. “That’s a good idea,” he said. “I think that’s exactly what we should do.”

Kurt started coming around on the weekends less and less, and I stopped seeing him around the USF campus. I knew he was avoiding me, and I didn’t blame him. We were both so uncomfortable we could barely speak to each other. The long, awkward silences every time we got together were unbearable for both of us. We didn’t even fight the way we used to, and Kurt had stopped butting in and trying to run my life, too. Surprisingly, I found I missed his overprotective concern. It was just no fun to make a date with someone who wasn’t up to Kurt’s standards for me, or take a job in an iffy part of town, or stay out late without Kurt to object to it. I started taking only safe jobs and staying in at night. And as for dating, well, there was just no one else I was interested in. No one but Kurt.

And then one day the packet came in the mail. I took it from the postman and carried it upstairs, away from my mom’s prying eyes. She had been worried about me lately, asking if I was depressed, and never giving me any time to myself. I was beginning to see that it was time to move out of the house the way Kurt had the year before, but it made me sad to do it. I was reluctant because my parents’ house was still the main focal point of our family -- the one place I could be sure of seeing Kurt on a regular basis. I didn’t want to give that up, no matter how annoying my mom got.

Once I was safe in my room with the door locked, I tore open the large manila envelope with Lisa McKenzie’s professional address on the front of it. A handwritten note in her looping scrawl fluttered out along with a stack of black-and-white and color photographs.

I love him
, I thought as I flipped through the photos. Not that it did me any good. The way things were going, in a month or two, these pictures would be all I had to remember my stepbrother by. He was slowly but surely fading out of my life the way I was fading out of his. I looked at the pictures again sadly, studying the expressions on our faces as we touched each other. And, as I looked, I began to see that maybe I wasn’t the only one in love.

There was a yearning expression on Kurt’s face in every photograph. And there was pain in his piercing eyes -- the same pain I felt myself, I realized. The pain of loving someone you knew you could never, ever have, even if it broke your heart and ruined your life to deny them.

Suddenly, I was mad. Why couldn’t we have each other? I asked myself. Why should we care what our parents said or worry about how society would see us? After all, there was no real blood relation between us. It wasn’t like we were kissing cousins who had met at the annual family reunion -- we were just unlucky enough to be related by marriage. If we had met first instead of our parents, would it have stopped
them
from getting together? Knowing my mom and how she liked to have her own way, I seriously doubted it. So then, why should the fact that she had found Kurt’s dad before I found Kurt affect my life so much and make me so miserable? It wasn’t fair!

Finally, I knew what I had to do. I was going to get Kurt back in my life if it killed me. And as a hell of a lot more than a big brother, too. That was why we had nothing to say to each other lately -- it was because the tepid, proscribed relationship that we used to have no longer satisfied either one of us. We needed more and I didn’t care if our parents freaked out -- I was determined to get it.

The only problem I could see would be convincing Kurt. He was such a straightforward, honorable kind of guy that I knew putting the issue to him plainly would never work. He would have to be brought around gradually, shown that we belonged together no matter what the world or our parents said. And I would need to convince him with actions, rather than words. Luckily, the pictures Lisa had sent me had given me an idea.

I sat cross-legged on my bed, and began sorting through the photos and developing a plan.