At 38, I was fortunate enough to have a successful career as a commercial photographer. While I did my share of weddings and bar mitzvah's, I also got to shoot many fashion sessions, meeting many beautiful young women and being blessed with the opportunity to have sex with a number of them. My wife didn't appreciate this very much, which explains why she is now my ex-wife. But then she was also a model I had met on a shoot before our relationship blossomed into a 5-year long argument. Fortunately, we didn't have any children to fuck up so the divorce was about as clean as it could be.
While it would have been nice to have had some kids, I have come to accept this as something that will probably never be. But I have also been lucky enough to have my older brother's kids to enjoy and spoil. By brother has two daughters, Beckie and Jenna. They are both smart, beautiful and sweet kids and I have enjoyed spending time with them while they were growing up. They were also incredibly photogenic and I had used them as models here and there for different projects ranging from children's clothing ads to portraits.
Beckie and Jenna are now grown up. Beckie is 22 and is finishing up college and on her way to graduate school to get her MBA next Fall. Jenna is 18 and just graduated high school. While she is as bright as her sister, she is not the straight arrow that Beckie is. From the time she was little, we all knew that Beckie would be a business woman. There was just something about her. Jenna, on the other hand, was the wild child of the two, often flighty and irresponsible. Luckily she was also drop-dead gorgeous and could easily get out of trouble with a smile or a glance. But it didn't get her into college. So Jenna was taking time off after high school to figure out what she was going to do.
My brother and I are a lot like his girls. He went to college to become a CPA and I went to art school for two years before dropping out. As a result, I always understood Jenna better than Beckie, and we were the closer for it. I guess that's one reason why Jenna came to me to talk about breaking into the modeling business, the other being I was a photographer. She told me her parents weren't happy with the idea and hoped that I would talk her out of it. Part of me wanted to - it's not an easy career and it's short lived. The road to success is filled with exploiters, scumbags and perverts, and the girl's who make it are few and far between.
But another part of me knew that Jenna had what it took to be a model. She was more beautiful than most of the girls I had shot over the years. She had striking auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that could make a grown man cry. Lucky for her I was her uncle or I might have been one of the perverts trying to get into her panties.
I told Jenna that while her father would probably kill me, I would help her get a portfolio together and introduce her to some people who could help her. She was ecstatic. We set aside a few days to shoot her book and I told her what kind of clothes to bring to the shoot. I also made arrangements for her to meet with my friend Emily to learn make-up techniques. Emily is a makeup artist and former model I have worked with and casually dated over the years. In any event, I was treated to the biggest hug I'd ever gotten from Jenna, which left me dazed enough to momentarily forget that she was my niece.
On the appointed day, Jenna arrived at my studio around ten to start her book shoot. Over coffee we talked about what kinds of shots she should have in her portfolio to best promote herself. I explained she needed to be as versatile as possible - fashion, artsy, swimsuit, lingerie, etc., and that her clothes, makeup, poses and attitude all made the pictures come together. After finishing our coffee, I told her to go get ready for her shoot while I set up the studio. I told her to put on her "wholesome family catalogue look" while I set up the studio. For the next few hours, we went through dozens of outfits ranging from dresses to jeans to business suits. I finally suggested that we take a break and order some food before we moved on to some other looks.
Over lunch I told Jenna she was a natural. Her poses were fantastic and she looked phenomenal in my viewfinder. I told her she was pure gold and knew that she could succeed if she really wanted to. Jenna blushed but listened enthusiastically.
When we finished eating I asked her if she was ready to get back to work and do some lingerie shots. She seemed hesitant. I asked if she was OK and she explained that she was nervous about it. I reminded her that I was her dear old Uncle Brian and that if she was serious about modeling she would have to do some lingerie shoots. She agreed. I asked her if there was anything that would help her loosen up.
"How about a joint?" she replied nervously. I was floored by her candor.
"What? My sweet innocent little niece smokes pot?" I asked half-jokingly.
"Just when I need to relax - it helps when I'm really nervous or when I have cramps from my period."
Being the mature, responsible uncle I was, I looked into her eyes questioningly. Then she gave me that smile and look that has kept her out of trouble for 18-years. Knowing I could not win, I obediently went to the other room and returned with a few freshly rolled joints, a book of matches and an ashtray. I placed them on the table between us.
In the 20 minutes or so it took to smoke one of the joints, our relationship changed forever. She was no longer my precocious little niece - she was a grown woman and we talked openly about everything from partying to relationships. During this conversation that I learned that while she wasn't a virgin, she didn't have a boyfriend and hated how selfish and possessive guys her age were. And she learned the real reason I was divorced and had no plans to marry again. We laughed and made a pact that we would both remain single for life.
I then asked her if she were relaxed enough to continue the shoot. She seemed ready and said she would change. I told her to fix her makeup too - lingerie shots required a "sexy" look, I explained. She said "I know - Emily showed me just the way you like it" and smiled at me mischievously. I wondered just how much Emily told my niece about us as Jenna got ready in the other room. I was rearranging the studio set and lighting when I heard Jenna's voice announce, "I'm ready!"
I turned and saw my niece transformed into a sex goddess. Jenna stood there in 5" strappy "do-me" heels wearing a pink satin babydoll and thong with white lace top thigh highs. Her makeup was perfect, right down to the sultry eyes and inviting lips that Emily must have shown her how to do, having driven me mad with lust on many occasions with her own artistry. I was frozen in place staring at her. My mouth wouldn't work until she jolted me out of my stupor.
"Do I look OK?"
