2019 was an eventful year for our family. Mom and Dad's divorce was final in November, ending a long and contentious settlement battle. A couple of months earlier my sister Cheryl and I filed for divorce from our spouses after discovering that her husband and my wife were having an affair. The picture of the two of them naked in our shower was certainly unsettling but did lead to uncontested divorces.
At midnight, New Year's Eve the three of us, Cheryl, Mom, and I toasted good riddance to 2019. While our lives had changed significantly, we welcomed the new year with optimism.
As I hoisted my glass I remember saying "Here's to a great 2020 and fresh starts for all of us."
The year started off alright. Our divorces were granted in January. Then I got a promotion and big raise, Cheryl also got a promotion, Mom got a huge advance on her new book. After the good start, things began falling apart. Covid reared its ugly head early on.
A major fire in Cheryl's apartment building displaced her. She put what she could salvage into storage and temporarily moved in with me. Shortly thereafter, Mom was diagnosed with Covid, apparently transmitted by her housekeeper. Her case was severe but thankfully didn't require hospitalization. So, Cheryl moved again, this time to care for Mom.
Fortunately, we all work from home. I create web pages for a multinational clothing retailer. Cheryl is a forensic accountant for a big three accounting firm and Mom writes mystery novels. We lived within a few miles of each other in the city in which we all grew up. The lockdowns, masks and social distancing didn't really impact us too much as we already spent our workdays at home and none of us had a very active social life as the pain from our divorces hadn't worn off.
I visited Mom and Sis regularly, helped with housework and maintained the yard. Mom's health improved but she was always tired and slept a lot. Often during her naps Cheryl would hang out at my house for a change of scenery. On one of her visits, she walked into my office and observed me viewing a page of scantily clad women.
Sarcastically she exclaimed, "Oh, into porn now I see."
"Not exactly smarty pants. I'm looking at talent for a lingerie shoot. I'm on a deadline and the files I received were corrupted. Rather than wait for replacements, the company asked me to take new shots."
"Shots of what?"
"A new line of bras. I'm looking for a model."
"Hey, let me be your model."
Laughing I said, "Be serious."
"What, you don't think I look good enough?"
"It's not that. I have to use an agency model with all the proper releases and such."
"So, I'll sign releases. You just don't think I'm pretty enough."
"Sis, I think you're gorgeous. Wait a minute. What size bra cup do you wear? I need a b."
"That's what I wear."
"Are you wearing a bra now?"
"Yeah."
"OK, take your shirt off. Let me take some shots to see how you look on film."
She pulled her top off.
She put her hands on the bra snaps and asked, "What about this?"
In college, I began having a wild and crazy friend in my head I call Willy. Willy's comments, "Go ahead jump", "Just do it", "You can make it", has led me to a lot of fun but also to some broken bones, trips to the ER and numerous traffic tickets. Lately he has been joined by a more conventional voice, "Look before you leap", "Is it really worth it", "Stop and think", etc. I call him William.
The two of them usually appear whenever I'm presented with an adventure opportunity like this.
Willy, "Have her take it off."
William, "Stay cool it's your sister."
Staying cool, I said, "Just leave it on."
I asked her to slowly turn around. Seeing no scars or skin imperfections, I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots. We reviewed them on my monitor. I had seen her in bikinis but looking at her close up in a skimpy bra was arousing. I kept reminding myself, this is my sister.
Finally, I said, "Cheryl if you really want to do this, I'll try to get the agency to sign you. You'll probably have to be interviewed and maybe create a portfolio. And it's got to happen quickly. The good news is that if they sign you, you'll get paid."
"That would just be a plus, I want to do it because it'll be fun."
"Ok, I'll call them and get the ball rolling."
Of course, the agency signed her. It was like free money for them.
Within a couple of days, she was back in my office/studio for her shoot. I had told her not to wear a bra or any tight clothing to avoid skin marks that would show. The lights and backdrop were ready. I had laid 4 bras on the desk in different colors.
When she came in, I pointed to them and said, "Just pick one and put it on in the bathroom."
She was wearing the black one when she came out and looked great. I had her do a little straightening then started shooting.
Finished I said, "Good job, pick another one."
She walked to the desk and removed the black. Turned to face me, naked from waist up.
Willy says, "Grab a tittie."
William, "Don't, she's your sister."
Willie, "At least get a shot of those babies."
William, "Don't do it."
She picked up the pink and slowly put it on.
With her arms out to the side, asked, "What do you think?"
After a pause to catch my breath, I said, "Very nice."
She repeated the process of baring her tits as she put on the next two.
After the last one she removed the bra and walked to the bathroom. Coming out she had her shirt in her hand and moving in front of me slowly put it on.
She stepped up to me, grinned, gave me a hug, and said, "I like this modeling stuff, it's fun, and I'm getting paid. Thanks bro."
With her braless tits mashed against my chest, I kissed her on the forehead, and said, "It was fun for me too."
The next morning Mom had a doctor's appointment and Cheryl had a zoom meeting, so I picked up Mom and drove her to her appointment. As usual there was a long wait. Finally, back at the house Mom laid down for a nap and I went to say goodbye to sis.
She was still on the call. I waved goodbye, she held up a finger and mouthed "Almost done."
I sat down as she was wrapping things up. After a couple of minutes, she signed off, leaned back in the chair and asked how Mom's appointment went. I filled her in then stood to go. She also stood. She was wearing a nice silk blouse with nothing on below that. I'm sure I stared at her bare pussy.
She giggled, said, "Whoops" and sat back down.
"Do you always dress like that for your meetings?"
"I got up a little late, so I just threw on a blouse. They couldn't see anything but that anyway."
"You didn't have time to put on panties?"
"I never wear panties anyway. I don't like how they feel."
She stood up again.
With her naked pussy staring at me, she started walking and said, "I'll put on some shorts, you can close your eyes if you want."
I didn't want. I stared as she crossed the room, bent and grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor.
Willy, "Grab that ass."
William, "Don't do it she's your sister."
I wanted to grab but just stared and trembled.
In less than 24 hours I had seen my sister's bare tits, bare pussy and bare ass. The images were burned into my brain. I would later use those images to release some tension in my dick.
A few days later she showed up at my house. I took a break and we chatted on the deck. She was wearing baggy shorts. Knowing her naked pussy was inside them drove me nuts. It was somewhat hard to focus as those images kept flashing through my brain.
I was able to ask, "What have you been up to."
She replied, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Well tell me and I'll decide whether to believe you."
"Ok, you asked for it. An hour ago, I was jacking off our mother."
"What???"
"I was giving her an orgasm."
"Now I know you're shitting me."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. Let me tell you how it started. She's been feeling better but was always fidgety and cranky. One day I told her she needed to unwind. Go have an orgasm and loosen up. She told me she'd never had an orgasm."
"Not even when she masturbates?"
"She said that she doesn't masturbate."
"Bless her heart. She's in her forties and never had an orgasm. That's sad but how did that lead to you...uh...getting her off?"
"Well, I kept bringing up the subject trying to get her to try. I even offered to masturbate in front of her, but she wouldn't look. One day she was lying down for a nap, I convinced her to let me rub her clit so she could see how good it feels. She couldn't watch so I covered her eyes with a towel and got her off with my fingers."
"Did she like it."
"Oh yes, said it was wonderful but still couldn't bear to touch herself. So, a few times a week we have our little sessions. I cover her eyes with a blind fold and have at it."
"So, she lets you give her a hand job but won't touch herself."
"Yeah. Crazy, isn't it?"
I laughed, "You're what I'd call a loyal daughter."
"Actually, playing with her pussy turns me on. I like to use my tongue. I like the way she tastes."
"You really eat her pussy?"
"She really likes that and sometimes I use a dildo though she doesn't like vibrators."
"Boy, I'd like to watch sometime."
"Come on over she'll never know."
"Let me know when, I'll be there."
The next afternoon she texted, if you want to watch, now's a good time. Be quiet, take your shoes off and tip toe to her room.
I tip toed quietly. As I entered the bedroom there was my mother naked on her back with her legs tucked behind her arms. Obviously, I had never seen my mother naked. I was surprised by how flexible and small she was and what a great body she had. Cheryl's face was buried in her crotch. I tapped her on the shoulder, she raised up and like a game show model, waved her hand presenting moms pussy. It was a full bush somewhat matted down by Cheryl's saliva.
Mr. dick began tenting my shorts. Cheryl grinned and pointed to it. I tried to turn away to hide it. Cheryl hooked her fingers in my shorts and pulled me closer. Then she reached in and pulled my dick out. With her hand firmly holding it she stood and walked us to the side of mom's bed.
"Hey mom, I got you a new toy. Here, feel it."
I couldn't breathe, just stood there.
Mom's hand squeezed me and said, "It doesn't vibrate does it.