Disclaimer: This chapter contains incestuous sex between siblings. If that is not your cup of tea, this chapter is not for you.
I yawned and tilted my head back, savoring the burning sensation as hot coffee poured down my throat. That, and the sun on my face helped me feel a little more awake, though only a little. I looked around at the people surrounding me, nearly all the tables of the café full.
It was not particularly early, in fact closer to lunch time, but I had worked late last night. As part of my calendar shoot, I had worked with Erica, another of the gymnastics team at their gym. Her weapon of choice, so to speak, was the trampoline. For obvious reasons, I could not accommodate that in my studio. For other obvious reasons, we could not do a nude trampoline shoot during normal hours, hence the late-night session.
I could feel my cock lurch a little in my khaki shorts as I thought back to the sight of her body as it summersaulted and bounced in front of me. We had had an instant chemistry, and her willingness both to let me keep the explicit pictures, as well as the blowjob she had given me on the way home, did wonders for my mood. Next Saturday, she had scheduled a shoot in my studio as well, one she would be paying for with her ass, no less. Just to make it all that more novel, she had agreed to all this of her own free will, with next to no persuasion from me.
I was really looking forward to that shoot, not that I had any illusions about this being anything more than a rebound from her less-than fortunate ex-boyfriend. Being the rebound was perfectly fine with me, she was less than half my age. I had had a number of shorter relationships over the years, but they eventually came to nothing, my eyes tend to wander too much. I had problems seeing how a relationship would work out in any event, given my secrets, but I had a reasonable balance for now, at least. Erica had all but promised me her anal virginity, and I still had the duo shoot with the gymnasts to do. Which two of the girls I would choose for that particular shoot was still not decided, though Erica was very high on that list so far. Perhaps I would have to do a trio if Alicia turned out to be as much of a firecracker as Amy had hinted at. Food for thought.
With the nice spring weather we had, I had decided to take the day off to recuperate and sate my voyeuristic tendencies a little. If luck was on my side, I would find someone to help relieve the ever-present pressure in my crotch. If luck was not on my side, I could always cheat. That brought a smile to my face.
'How's the coffee, sir? Would you like to order something else today?'
I turned my smile up at the server, a full-figured brunette with a dusting of freckles and a bright smile. Quite lovely, if not exactly beautiful, but her figure was what caught my interest. Her servers uniform strained across her chest from the fullness contained beneath, a reasonably slim waist and full hips. Classic hourglass figure. The modest servers uniform cut off mid-thigh, and sheer black nylons covered her legs down to comfortable sneakers, no doubt more comfortable for her feet than anything more elegant.
'Yes, I find myself in the mood for something sweet. Would you like to go to the back room, remove your panties, forget you talked to me and come back and ask again?'
While she was gone, I slid my chair a little to the side and placed my bag in such a way that she, hopefully, would stand right above it when she came back. Amid the tangle of camera equipment, I had a small video camera pointed straight up, connected to my phone and ready to shoot. I pretended to be preoccupied with the people on the street as I saw her exit and stride towards me.
'How's the coffee, sir? Would you like to order something else today?'
'Hmm?,' I feigned surprise and looked up at her. 'Ah, Rachel,' I read off her name tag, 'The coffee is excellent, but I think I'd like something sweet to go along with it. Could you help me choose something from the menu?' I tapped the menu on the table, inviting her to lean over and show me.
Rachel took a half step forward, her legs on either side of my camera bag as I had hoped, before leaning forward a little to point. I shot a quick glance at her prodigious bust before following her finger. I sorely wanted to check my phone, but there really was no way for me to do so. I would just have to trust the view was a good as I hoped.
'The Key Lemon Pie is very good, though not the best choice with coffee, if you want my opinion.'
'I do,' I interjected and gave her a warm smile.
'Well,' she smiled back at me, 'I think the triple chocolate mousse is a better choice with coffee.'
'Triple chocolate mousse it is, then. And another cup of black coffee if you would.'
Rachel promised to be right back with my order and vanished towards the kitchen. While she was gone to get my order, I quickly checked my phone to review the footage up her skirt.
The lighting was poor, as expected, but with a tweak of the settings, I got a nice view of some firm thighs and the smooth skin of her vulva. Her pussy was an innie, so nothing much of it showed except the narrow slit between her outer lips, but the focus was spot on, every detail sharp. I noticed there was not a trace of hair, probably the result of a Brazilian done within the last few days. I figured she was an avid beach-goer by her tan, and with no tan lines, perhaps a nudist. A tantalizing prospect to explore further.
'Here you go, sir. Triple chocolate mousse and a coffee. Enjoy!' Just as Rachel was turning to continue her round of the tables, she glanced down and saw my bag of camera equipment. My heart beat a little faster as I prepared to contain any outbursts if she suspected me of filming her. Luckily, my fear was unfounded.
'Wow, is that the new Canon 5D?'
'Yep,' I confirmed, 'the mark four, got it just a couple of weeks ago.' I beamed with pleasure at meeting a fellow equipment nerd, and such a lovely one at that.
'Shit, that's an expensive piece of equipment!' Rachel seemed genuinely impressed.
'It is, but it's worth it. I have a studio where I some semi-professional work. Portraits and stuff.'
'Portraits and stuff, heh?' Rachel arched an eyebrow at me. 'And what kind of stuff would that be?' She smiled to disarm her stern tone, her hand briefly touching my arm unnecessarily as she rose back up.
'Well,' I drawled, 'I shoot couples and groups, some weddings and events, but mostly boudoir-style. Here, have a card. Perhaps you'd like to stop by some day and nerd over my gear?'
'Maybe I will,' she replied as she took the card, a faint blush in her cheeks. 'Judging from this, I bet your, gear, is impressive.' The innuendo was obvious.
'I do outdoor shoots too,' I said. 'And I've been looking for a good opportunity to try out some of my new lenses. Would you like to schedule a beach shoot?'
'I'd love to, I go to the beach whenever I can. How about next Sunday?'
I checked my calendar, seeing a morning shoot, but nothing in the afternoon.
'Next Sunday could work, though I have another appointment in the morning, so it'd have to be in the afternoon. Perhaps a sunset shoot? I'm sure the light would work well with your complexion.'
'Deal, I love the light around sunset,' Rachel agreed. 'Though what about payment? I'm not exactly earning heaps between college classes and waiting tables, if you know what I mean?'
'No worries,' I said, 'The first shoot is free for college students, provided I retain the rights to any pictures I would like to keep for publicity purposes. Besides, I'm always up for discussing options with a fellow enthusiast.'
'Hmm, I'll have to consider what kinds of options to suggest then, but it's a deal!'
We agreed she should stop by my studio the Friday before the scheduled shoot and decide on location and time, depending on the forecast and such. I watched her go to continue her rounds, a definite sway to her hips now.
Rachel had been true to her word; the mousse was wonderful. It was a perfect match to the black coffee. By the time I was done, I felt awake at last, ready to go exploring with my camera. I got up, made my way to the register and paid. The tab was in her name, so the generous tip would go to her.
I got my camera out and decided to just take pictures of random things for now, playing with the settings and features. It really was a great camera, despite its hefty price tag. I could easily afford it, and it was deductible as a business expense, after all. After a while, I found myself at a sizable square surrounding a large fountain. This particular square was a favorite amongst the students at the local college, specifically the nursing students. As a consequence, most of the people in the square were young, female and quite often lovely. My favorite thing to photograph.
Working my way around the fountain slowly, I shot pictures of pretty much anything that caught my eye, from flowers to buildings to pets to bare thighs. Though to be true, the proportion of thighs to the others was skewed.
The sun was bright today, and the general state of dress was accordingly scant. I spotted several groups of pretty students sitting at and around the fountain, and some ended up on my proverbial camera roll. Some I walked up to and asked if I could take pictures of, and others I shot candidly, though everything above board and perfectly decent, for now.
As the day wore on, the number of students dropped, but one pair in particular caught my attention. Two lovely brunettes sat with their backs to the fountain, satchels to either side and books in their laps. They had been there for at least a couple of hours, and I had several shots of them already, but something about the way they sat tickled my imagination. Unless my guess was off, they were more than simply fellow students. I let my camera drop to my chest by the strap and approached them from the side.
'Excuse me, I'm doing some promotional work for the college,' I lied, 'and I couldn't help but notice that you appear to be students. Would it be okay with you if I took some photos for the PR department to consider for their recruitment ads?'
They looked up at me, a little apprehensive at first, but they relaxed when they saw my expensive camera, as well as the fact that I was well into my forties. I have a disarming smile, a valuable asset when tricking young women into lewd acts of an explicit nature for my own pleasure.
'Sure, I guess,' the one on the right said. 'Do you need for us to do anything, like pose or anything?'
'Not at all,' I assured them. 'They want pictures of everyday student life, so in fact it would work best if you just ignored me and kept studying. It's best if everything looks casual and normal.'
'We can do that,' they both smiled at me.
I thanked them and moved off, changing lenses and started taking pictures. I started a ways off, doing my best to get some scenic shots with them at the center. Several actually turned out really good, and I decided to put truth to my words and offer them to the college. After all, if the college thrived, my pool of clients would thrive, a win-win in my book.
As I got closer to them, they had a harder time ignoring me completely. They sometimes looked up and smiled at me, used to me shooting pictures by now. Time to up the ante a little. I rose and walked over to show them some of the shots I had taken of them. They both seemed pleased and said as much.
'Thank you for your time, ladies, it was a pleasure taking your pictures. You are quite lovely and will make for good ambassadors for our college.' They both beamed at my praise. 'Now, could I just have your names in case the PR department wants to contact you? I think they plan to offer some kind of compensation to the students used in their ads.'
The lure of some extra cash usually works wonders on students.
'I'm Macy, Macy Evans,' the girl who had talked earlier said.
'And I'm Dawn, Dawn Evans,' the other girl said.
'Aah,' I said knowingly. 'Sisters?'