Many folks have read about and/or seen a series of pictures of the Brown sisters, four siblings who had their photos taken together, posed in similar settings and in the same order from left to right, by professional photographer Nicholas Nixon, the husband of one of the girls. They began in 1973 and continue yearly to this day, at least thru 2017. I haven't actually seen a photo for 2018. It's really stunning to see how these somewhat prosaic looking women have aged over the years. It's well worth googling to find the photos. I'd post a link but that's not allowed on Literotica.
Regrettably Nicholas Nixon made headlines recently and retired from his teaching job in Massachusetts where I live after allegations were made of inappropriate behavior with students, including asking undergraduates to pose in the nude. Which brings me to the subject of this story. My Dutch mother Emma and her sister Ella began a similar series of photos while living in The Netherlands when they were in their early twenties. The difference being that, unlike the Brown sisters, Mummy and Auntie were naked. It's kind of a Dutch thing, I guess. After thirty five years in America Mummy still sunbathes in the nude in our yard, somewhat to the chagrin of my father, a native American, and the surprise of various tradesmen who come to the house.
No matter. At the urging of my mother, my two sisters and I began a series of similar photos once we came of age. Mummy, still the Dutch girl at heart, insisted we should be naked. Nothing pornographic of course, no spread leg stuff, just a hint of snatch to show our femininity and track how our bodies changed with age. Left unexplained was why she didn't urge my brothers to do the same thing. Anyway, as I have described elsewhere, after I turned eighteen I had begun nude work with my regular photographer Harry, who my sisters knew from his more conventional work, such as school graduation photos. One might think that the fact that they knew Harry might make them comfy with him doing our nude shots but it didn't. Neither had any intention of posing nude for a man they might see at the grocery store, though later he did do their pregnancy photos, many of which showed them completely naked.
Anyway it was necessary to find another photographer. This was not as easy as one might think. There are lots of fellows about with cameras who would leap at the chance to photograph three reasonably attractive sisters sans their clothing, especially on a yearly basis and for a fee. Just how legitimate most of these fellows are is a subject for debate. Similarly there are lots of professional photographers out there who run from any kind of nude work fearing that if it came to light they would lose all their profitable straight gigs like school graduation stuff.
Trust Mummy to come to the rescue. Her network of Dutch nationals in the Greater Boston area came up with a gent named Pieter from the old country who had a profitable photography business in Hull, on the other side of Boston. Pieter offered several advantages. First, Mummy's Dutch friends could vouch for both his talents and his integrity. Second, he lived and worked forty miles away, eliminating the possibility that my sisters would encounter him in the produce section of the local Market Basket. Third, he was old, having been born during World war II and named after the wartime Dutch prime minister Pieter Sjoerds Gerbrandy. So if I were twenty in 2005 he was at least sixty if he were born during the war. We didn't want any young bucks seeing us naked. Well. Unless we intended to sleep with them which we didn't in this case.
So the four of us, Mummy, my sisters and I, made the trek to Hull to meet Pieter. Driving in we were struck by the beauty of this seaside town and were not disappointed by the venues reflected in the sample photos Pieter showed us. He seemed a lovely man who in fact resembled his namesake, of smallish stature with thinning hair and a bushy mustache. We told him what we wanted to do, he checked our ids to make sure we were all three over the age of eighteen and suggested we come back for test shots for our first year's installment and there would be no charge if we were not pleased. Mummy was quite happy since she was after all paying. My sisters and I were as happy as we could be without at this point getting naked for him.
So we started work and everything went swimmingly for years. Eventually when my sisters married they stopped participating at the request of their American born husbands, who were not comfortable with the idea of having other men see their wives naked. I, of course, continue to visit Pieter to this day. One change we did make from the Brown sisters, besides being photographed bareass, is that unlike them we were photographed separately, a sensible change since if we were naked together we could not freely show the photos to friends and family without them also seeing our sisters naked. So my descriptions of my yearly visits describe largely what I did, as I posed alone and in any case want to respect my sisters' privacy, to the extent I haven't already violated it by saying they did this.
The first year we visited Pieter we went in the early Fall. That's when this all started. Truth is Mummy thought we should go in the Spring, reason being she wanted our bodies to be lily white, thinking that tan marks from the summer sun were distracting and unnatural, and Mummy of course wanted everything to be natural, which is why we had to be naked in the first place. In her photos with Auntie Emma they were as white as sheets, in part because the summer sun in The Netherlands just isn't that strong that often. When we visited the nude beach at Scheveningen in The Hague one year the wind came right off the North Sea and we almost froze our very bare bums off. So we went that Fall and then six months later in the Spring and then forever after each Spring. You can still see a hint of tan on just above and below our bare bums but pretty much we showed the whiteness Mummy wanted. I never told her my regular photographer Harry was the same way.
Anyway the Hull area is full of great locations, though maybe not right in the town which is very densely populated. Hull resembles a small Cape Cod, jutting out into the sea like a bodybuilder flexing his arm muscle, just South of Boston. We'd go in May or early June before the beaches started filling up, making it easier to find venues where we could safely be nude. When we first went we were told the same things Harry told me. Just wear a simple shift, no undies at all and no other clothes with any kind kind of bindings that would mark the body, least the markings show on us when we stripped. No jewelry, no tampons, think twice about getting any tattoos or piercings. Shower and wash the hair before driving down. No make-up. Don't eat a big meal before hand. Watch the fluids because it was too early in the season for the bathrooms to be open so we'd have to pee outside.
