"Pllleeaaaase?" I begged, trying my best puppy dog eyes at my brother, John.
"Really? You want me to blow my Saturday afternoon babysitting you?" he replied, clearly getting annoyed.
"It'll just be a couple of hours! Alex has work in the morning and Mom is out of town!" I was trying to convince him to come with me to a modelling shoot. Usually our Mom went with me, but she was out of town and my boyfriend, Alex, wouldn't be able to show up until midway through the session. John was clearly unimpressed, so I decided to try a different tactic. "Look, I'm going to go with or without you. This shoot is with male models and a male photographer, so unless you want your baby sister being all alone with them, then you need to go for at least a little bit!"
His eyes widened and he sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll take you, but you owe me!"
I smiled and hugged him, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. "WEEEE! Thanks!"
This was my most important shoot yet! Andre, a regionally famous photographer, had picked me out for a few different clients: underwear, bikini, and then a few for some resorts or something. I'd been modelling for a few years, but this was going to be my first shoot since turning eighteen, and I hoped by working with Andre that I could really make a big splash and get some more work! I broke away from my brother and quickly ran upstairs to shower and get ready.
A few hours later we were walking up to the studio door, John following my sleek 5'7" frame. We knocked and Andre quickly appeared.
"Amy!" he exclaimed and pulled me into a quick hug. I didn't have a chance to respond before he pecked me on the lips. I was quickly released when he caught sight of John. "Oh good! He'll work perfect! Zack got in a fight at a club last night and I wasn't able to find another model! I was scared I was going to have to cancel part of the shoot, but he'll be perfect! Please tell me he doesn't have any tattoos?"
"No I don't, but-" John began.
"Perfect!" the thin and tattooed photographer practically yelled as he overrode John's protest. "Well come in, the other model should be here soon. You'll get $400 for the session. Let me go find a release form for you." Andre spoke quickly as he disappeared down the hallway.
"Sis, what is this?!" John hissed at me, obviously displeased at this latest turn of events.
"He thinks you're a model friend of mine. Please play along! I really want this!" I was desperate and would do anything for this shoot to go well.
"I don't know..." his lack of enthusiasm was understandable, but I couldn't let that stop me.
"Please! I'll do anything!"
"You already owe me for just driving! Not like you doing my laundry or something is worth this," he said, clearly uninterested.
"Look! You'll get $400 and..." I hesitated, but decided to go for broke. "And I will do my best to get Elizabeth to go on a date with you."
His eyes widened at that. "Seriously..?" he asked, suspicious of my intent. Elizabeth was a really good friend of mine. She was a year ahead of me in school, but we had signed up to be roommates at college next year anyways. Every guy had always salivated over her. Head cheerleader, stunningly sexy, and a known expert at blow jobs. I knew she and John had always flirted, and I hoped this was enough to pique his interest.
"Yes I am serious! Just play along and do whatever it takes so I can make a good impression!" I looked expectantly at him as we heard Andre start returning down the hall. He quickly nodded and I smiled at him.
"So here's my standard model release, take a few to read over it while we get Amy ready. We'll be down the hall, second door on the right when you're done," Andre explained. I followed him down the hall. We entered a room with a chair and a large mirror, a woman busy setting out makeup and hair styling instruments. I stripped my dress off and put a robe on and she quickly set to work on fixing me up, her and Andre debating different hairstyles and makeup looks. About fifteen minutes into this John knocked and entered, just as they were having me remove my robe to check for any blemishes on the rest of my body. I blushed slightly, but kept my eyes straight to avoid having to acknowledge his presence.
"She'll be fun to work with, eh?" Andre joked to John. "What have you two worked together on before?" he asked to John.
"Well actua-" he started, but I quickly interrupted.
"We haven't actually modelled together yet. I met him at a casting call a few months ago and we became friends, but this will be our first shoot together," I explained, sending a hard look at John for him to keep his mouth shut. I knew some of the shots would probably be a bit sexy, and I didn't want them knowing John was my brother. He flashed a puzzled look at me, but quickly nodded.
I found myself looking in the mirror. My blonde hair hangs down below my shoulders, but ended before my large D-cup breasts. I caught sight of John checking me out from behind and blushed. I figured this was good, since it was likely we would be getting a lot closer soon and we could each get used to me being in a lot less clothing.
He and Andre talked a bit and joked and soon I was back in my robe and the makeup artist was packing her things up. Andre showed me to a room with some clothes hanging on a rack, pointed to a bikini, and then he and John left me alone. I picked up the yellow bikini to see what I was going to be wearing. It was pretty small, far smaller than anything I would wear to the beach. The top was unlined and I was worried my nipples would get hard and show. The bottoms, while not quite a thong, were going to show off most of my butt. I took a deep breath and pulled it on. My nipples weren't hard, luckily, so the top was safe. The tiny bottoms barely covered my landing strip and in back the bottoms were firmly wedged between the hemispheres of my bubble butt. I giggled and wondered if I would get to keep the bikini. Throwing my robe on, I wandered down the hall to the studio.
"Just wait Lars, she is one fine piece of ass," I heard Andre saying as I approached the room. I hesitated, not wanting to interrupt them while they were talking about me. I heard some muffled comments and laughter, then Andre seemed to get down to explaining the various shoots. I figured I was safe to enter and slipped into the room.
The three of them were sitting around a small table, sipping wine, as Andre explained that in the first shoot Lars and I were going to pose together. Lars was in a robe, but John was still fully dressed. I joined them and was quickly handed a full glass of white wine, which I accepted eagerly. A little wine would help me ignore the fact that John was my brother. We talked about the shoot, and I got to know Lars a bit, but soon we were up and stripping down for the shoot.
I giggled as Lars dropped his robe. He was a bit shorter than John, but still much taller than me. He had a swimmer's lean build, and his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made it easy to see why he was a model. Lars' stood proudly in the tiny swimming trunks, his bulge accentuated by the tight fabric. I tried not to stare.
As I removed my own robe I felt the three men's eyes on me. I wiggled my hips as I dropped it, and turned in a circle so they could get a look.
"Damn!" Lars exclaimed as my ass was exposed to them. "You weren't kidding!"
I blushed, and glanced at John who had a troubled look and quickly drank about half a glass of wine in one gulp before getting some more. I didn't have time to worry though, as soon Andre had Lars and I standing next to one another as he adjusted lights and played with settings on his camera.
"Okay you two, let's start with some of just Amy," Andre instructed. Lars went and joined John, both drinking as they watched me pose. He started out simply, with me standing and staring into the camera, moving my head to get different angles. My arms started by my sides, but I soon had them above my head, or crossed under my breasts to accentuate my cleavage. I rotated slowly around, sticking my ass out knowing this is what he would want.
"So close!" he said from behind me. "Just let me adjust this..." he said and I felt his fingers on my ass he pulled the bikini this way and that. He didn't touch my anywhere inappropriate, but he seemed to take longer than necessary. His camera resumed flashing "Ah yeah, that's it! Spread your legs some and look back at the camera!"
I turned over my shoulder and my eyes fell on John, who was holding the bottle of wine, about to pour yet another glass. His mouth was open in shock and I felt myself blush as I spread my legs and bent forward at the hips with my knees straight.