My step-sister Meagan likes to come to my house to use my workout equipment. I have a pretty cool home gym which she teases me about, saying I could turn it into my own portrait studio if I wanted.
One evening, after she and I had worked out together, I was tired and sweaty, but Meagan had brought her photography gear. Being a photographer, she had tons of the stuff. I don’t know much about the equipment, but I know it’s expensive. When I asked her what one of the cameras cost, she didn’t tell me, but she said it was in the neighborhood of what I paid for my car. The photography business must pay really well.
“I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t just totally need you,” Meagan pleaded with me.
“No way,” I argued. “I’m not model.”
“You don’t have to be a model,” Meagan continued. She’s my step-sister and as far back as I can remember, she was always trying to get me to do something that I didn’t want to do. “Please?” She pleaded. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
“Like how?” I asked.
“What do you want?” She asked in return. “You know how much girls like models, don’t you? This photo shoot will be like a billboard advertisement for you. For being a nice guy and letting me take the pictures, I’ll be nice in return. Think about it, all kinds of hot young girls coming into my studio asking about this hunk of a man in the pictures. You’d get lots of pussy…”
I’d never heard my sister talk like that before. She was always so innocent any time I talked. Now, she was not only talking about getting laid, but she was encouraging me to do so.
“Why don’t you get one of those models you always work with?” I asked.
“Those guys cost me a ton of money,” She said. “Besides, I like the natural feel to your place. Come on, I’ll pay you for your time.”
“How much?” I asked.
Meagan opened her wallet and looked inside. “I have a hundred and sixty bucks on me. Model for me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Just for tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah, just an hour or so,” Meagan responded.
“Okay, but nothing too freaky,” I added.
“Ronnie, come on. You think I’d ask you to do something stupid?” She asked with a grin. I knew she didn’t mean it.
I was standing there in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I have a decent body. Well, at least that’s what people tell me. The thought of standing in front of the camera made me apprehensive, though. I’d never done something like this, and she was going to put these pictures up in her studio and in her portfolio.
“What should I do?” I asked.
“You’ve seen the magazines. Just kind of flow. Get into the groove and pose.” She answered.
“Like this?” I asked, holding a towel over my shoulders.
“Yeah, that’s it. Get into it. Keep moving. Just move around a bit and go kind of slow.” She was clicking away with the camera. It was big like a 35mm camera, but I’m sure she’d told me it was digital.
“Give me a few butt shots,” she commanded. I turned around, looked over my shoulder and tried to imitate those kinds of pictures I’d seen in some of the workout magazines. I continued to pose for her, moving around and changing positions as she clicked away and offered more encouragement.
Meagan is my step-sister, but I also always thought of her as a hottie. She has a great body and should be the one in front of the camera instead of me. Our workouts had made us pretty close to one another. She’d come over in her tight biker shorts and her sports bra and we’d spot each other on our workouts.
I liked our time working out together, but it was hard for me to tell myself not to think of my step-sister in a sexual way. Just as I was getting involved in some self-exploration, Meagan spoke up again.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered.
“What?” I asked, as if I hadn’t believed her.
“Come on,” She said. “I’m paying you good money to model. You at least have to take off your shirt. Do it slowly, sensually…”
I did my best to strip my shirt off in a sensual manner, but I felt like I was some uncoordinated fool.
“That’s good,” Meagan encouraged. “Not bad. Now, turn around a bit and keep posing.” This went on for a few minutes. Meagan kept snapping pictures of me from every angle. She even squatted down a few times and stood on the benchpress a time or two to get a different angle.
“Give me some sexy poses,” Meagan said.
“Like what?” I asked. She had me crawl on the floor like a wild animal, then do some strange poses where I arched my back and laid back on the bench press. I was really starting to feel comfortable in front of the camera, when she surprised me again.
“Are you wearing underwear?” she asked.
“Uh…” I stammered.
“Are you?” She asked again.
“Yeah, of course,” I answered.
“Okay, good,” she said. Get those shorts off.
“I’m not…” I started.