Chris was a year through a two year photographic course at university, he had finally gotten to the interesting stuff, he had always wanted to be a glamour photographer and was now able to realise the first part of his dream. The next project he was to work on was to feature a live nude model. Chris thought that the university would supply the model and was shocked to learn that he would have to find one, the university said that it was part of the learning curve to have to find their own models.
Chris found out that the usual fee for a model was in excess of £10 per hour, knowing that the course required at least ten rolls of film, from which to select his portfolio, he knew he would need a model for at least ten hours, maybe more if you included the setting up of the set, he knew he couldn't afford this as he had already blown most of his grant on equipment and booze, well he had to have fun and unwind. He asked a few of the other students if they would pose for him but to no prevail. He went back to his mums home for a weekend break, depressed as he had only another two weeks until his completed portfolio had to be handed in.
He arrived home on a Friday evening, to be greeted by his parents and two older sisters, also on a break from their own universities. His oldest sister, Helen, was 20, and had a great body. The middle sibling, Kerry, was 18, and also had a nice body, but not as well built as her elder sister. Chris himself was 18, and the youngest. He had always gotten on well with both of his sisters and they knew all was not well with him.
They took him out for a meal on the Saturday night and quizzed him on why he was so miserable, he told them of his problem adding that his course was to be cut next term, and only the top ten, of twenty-five currently, would keep their places, and so this assignment was crucial for his dream of being a glamour photographer. They asked why he couldn't get a model, he explained his lack of money, and they sympathised, they both had gone through the same money troubles during their first years at uni. They had both taken on jobs to help with study costs, but knew that Chris's college didn't allow first year students to take on jobs, as the tutors thought it would affect their studies.
Chris was miserable throughout the weekend, and no matter how much the girls tried, they could not shake him out of it. They hatched a plan, they loved their brother and it cut them as much as it did him to see him so unhappy. On Sunday afternoon the girls approached him, telling him to bring his equipment over to Helen's flat on the Tuesday night, he asked what was the point, but they insisted and he told them he would be there.
On Tuesday, Chris made his way over to Helen's flat, laden down with his camera bags and tripod. Entering her flat he was welcomed by Kerry, she said that Helen was in the shower and would be out in a moment. He settled down on the couch with a coffee and asked Kerry why he had been told to bring his cameras, he visited them often, but never with his equipment. Kerry said that they were going to help out their little brother, he hated being called that and frowned at her, she laughed and apologised, he was always quick to forgive her she flashed him her winning smile, she could be forgiven most things if she smiled as she said it.
Helen came out the bathroom, dressed only in a towel, 'Jesusss... sis!' said Chris, 'flash em at me why don't ya', he laughed, he was used to getting glimpses of his sisters as they wandered around his parents home while they were growing up, and they didn't bother to cover up as he'd seen it all before. Helen was well blessed in the boob department, having D cup boobs above a slim frame, making them look even bigger. Her hair was a mousy brown colour, falling down her shoulders to end just below them.