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This is the fourth installment in the series, and the photography, which started as boudoir, has escalated with each passing day; the two Hollister sisters, Peggy and Lana, keeping things moving in one direction — all at the instigation of their husbands who happen to be brothers. Although it's been nearly eighteen months since I posted chapter three, the time in the story hasn't changed that much, just carrying on from where it stopped previously.
Reading the first three of the series would certainly give a broader understanding of what's going on, but I think this can be read by itself as well.
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The Sisters Talk
"So, Lana, where is Bernie going?" Peggy asked, getting a second cup of coffee.
"He's going to Mexico for a week. Could even stretch to two weeks, depending on how things go."
"Oh," the very pretty brunette said, chuckling. "That'll give you plenty of time to watch that video."
"Peggy, good lord," Lana replied, then rolled her eyes toward her sister. She chuckled. "I can't deny that. I'm sure I'll watch it more than once. When's the last time you watched your copy?"
"Oh, gee, I can't remember," Peggy said, finger to chin, looking puzzled.
"Bullshit," Lana said, eyeing her sister. "Steve had an overnight stay last week. I'll guarantee you watched it."
Peggy shrugged at her equally pretty and equally dark-haired sister. "It always brings back memories."
"And makes your blood heat up and your heart pound."
"True, true," Peggy replied. "But I remember what happened after ... well after we had our turn. Larry and Linda."
"Yep, that was hot."
They both sat silently for a moment, savoring their hot coffee.
"Is Bernie leaving you alone about ...?"
"Not exactly. He just makes subtle suggestions, then nudges a little now and then. Is Steve the same?"
"A little bit. He likes to watch the video ... with me ... both of us naked. But it works. Sitting there watching and remembering always gets my juices flowing, and great sex always follows. It's weird and probably perverted, but it's worth it."
"So, you showed him the video, too?" Lana asked since the original plan was only to show the pictures to their mates.
"Yeah, I did. He was looking at the pictures, and we were both heating up when he said he wished there was a video." Peggy shrugged. "When he gets me wound up like that, I'll do about anything." Peggy's face had reddened slightly at her admission.
"Yeah, we are sisters, aren't we?" Lana said, laughing. "Pretty much the same here."
" What is Bernie suggesting?"
"Speaking of weird and perverted, our hubbies make a great pair. I guess we should expect that when we marry brothers."
"You're beating around the bush. What's he want this time?"
Lana was nibbling her lower lip. She looked at Peggy. "Full-length feature film," she said softly. "And be ready for the same request from Steve. Our depraved husbands work together."
"But their equally depraved wives do what they ask us to do." Peggy chuckled, remembering the things she'd done. She could feel her heart beginning to pound as those thoughts filled her head.
"Well, not surprising, I guess, given our background."
"Our background?"
"Yeah, the way we acted in college and stuff."
"I don't know how you acted in college, but you were the older-sister-bad-influence when I was in college. I tried to keep up, but you were off winning beauty contests and being wild. I was just being wild."
Lana laughed. "You did a great job of being wild until you met Steve, and you settled down."
"You again," Peggy said. "You and Bernie hooked me up with Steve. Little did we know, huh?"
"Yeah, little did we know."
They sat, grinning at each other and sipping their coffee.
"So, a full-length movie? What the heck is that?" Peggy asked.
Lana closed her eyes, shaking her head. "Use your imagination. Not a ninety-minute thing, but maybe twenty or thirty. Seduction and that kind of thing."
"I suppose I'll be hearing about that soon. Still," Peggy continued, "if Larry gets his brother again, it might not be too bad."
"Oh yeah," Lana agreed. "He has some good junk."
"Lana, that's terrible." They both laughed, remembering.
"Listen, if you think you'll need any help, encouragement, moral support, anything like that, I'll be happy to go along and help out."
"Oh no, you don't," Lana said, shaking her head at her sister. "You just want to watch a pro so you can get some hints for when it's your turn."
It was Peggy's turn to laugh. "Remember who started all this when you're talking about a pro. Without those first pictures of mine, none of this would have happened."
"Maybe ... and maybe not, but with the husbands we have, all of this might have been inevitable."
"You might be right. But this does remind me. I have to see Larry about getting some more pictures taken. I think he said he was about out."
"And, I want to catch up with you and have some Mr. Martin's Mrs. type of pictures of my own. Maybe Bernie's Bitch, or Bernie's Babe." She laughed. "Whatever it is, I'm going to do it." She looked determined.
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"Who was that on the phone?" Linda asked, poking her head through the doorway.
"Lana Hollister, Peggy's sister. You remember her, don't you?" I sent a sensual smile toward my soon-to-be wife.
Linda's cheeks pinked, and I was sure she remembered taking video of Lana and Peggy, along with my brother, Jimmy, and then, with erotic feelings overwhelming her, the two sisters watched as we made love. Yes, she remembered Lana.
"Does she want more pictures?"
"I assume so. Peggy told her to meet us at Panera, where all the good stuff gets started."
Linda bit her lower lip.
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Nothing I suppose. It's just that, well, she's just ravishing, and when I work on her makeup, I'm afraid I'll make her look worse."
I went to the doorway and engulfed her in a very loving hug. "That sure didn't happen the last time and won't this time either."
"I suppose not," a small voice answered.
"And you're afraid your man might want to have sex with her."
"A little, I suppose. She's gorgeous."
"She's quite a bit older."
"Doesn't look it."
"I suppose not."
Linda raised her head, a pleading look on her face.
"I love you," I said, kissing her very gently.
"Thank you," she said, pulling me into the back room. We both hoped that no one visited the studio before we were finished and dressed again.
