So today was the day... I would be meeting my sister's mysterious fiancé. Eden and Graham had been dating for a couple of years while living in Africa, working as RNs for a nonprofit hospital there. Yes, my sister had her halo and angel wings and was the pride and joy of our family.
Me, on the other hand, was the kid that you shook your head at and gave indulgent eye rolls about. It's not that I'm wasting my life, per se... I'm just not Saint Eden. I try to tell my parents that you can't create magic twice, so it's only my duty to be the disappointment of the family. I'm a typical artist, carefree and in my own little world most of the time. I don't think that my parents would have such a problem if my art was a little less racy... But it's not and I like it that way.
I am a photographer and my specialty is shooting nudes. I love the human form. I think everything is sexy about males and females alike. I'm very comfortable in my own skin and my own body and like to show it off too, so I'm often naked along with the people I'm shooting. It makes for a very sexy and arousing work environment. My first photography show last year was comprised of pictures of myself... close ups of the arch of my back, the swell of my ass, the curve of my breasts, my long protruding nipples, my pussy... nothing was off limits. It was amazing having people looking at my body and even more amazing that every piece sold.
As much as I love my photography, it's not enough to support myself at this time. My parents built me a little studio in our backyard... the downstairs was where I did my indoor photography and the upstairs was a bedroom, bathroom, sitting area and a small kitchenette. It worked for me for now, but the lack of privacy was majorly cramping my style. I lived and breathed sex all day everyday and that can be a little awkward in your parents' backyard. If I wasn't shooting nudes, I was looking at pictures, editing them, getting turned on. I lived in a constant state of arousal. You would think that I would get desensitized to sex at some point, but nope....not me. I have sex with almost all of my models and I have another rotation of other men/women who I regularly have sex with. And if no one is available, I masturbate. I love that my own hands have the power and ability to make me come. I have an almost insatiable libido and I like it that way.
Back to today: so I was meeting Graham for the first time and seeing my sister for the first time in three years. My parents had been to see her several times, but I never wanted to go. I can't be around Saint Eden too long. I always felt like I was not good enough to be in the same room as her and I hated feeling inferior. I'm sure Graham is some snotty trust fund baby who has an equally snotty attitude. I had promised myself that I was going to be me and if they didn't like it, then on well. I'm not going to change for them...not anymore.
I put on a flowy navy skirt with light gray/blue polka dots and a cropped top in the same gray/blue, which made my ocean colored eyes pop. The skirt was made out of a parachute like material, was thin and silly and came to mid thigh and rode low on my hips. The tank accentuated my flat tummy and curved waist and pulled against my D-cup breasts. It was low cut enough to show some cleavage and as I pulled it on, I played with my nipples, twisting and tugging them into hardness so they would strain against my shirt. Part of my resolve to be myself was to wear what I would normally wear and the skirt and tank was it. I loved not wearing panties or bras.. It was such a turn on. I braided my long thick white-blonde hair and pulled some pieces down to give it a slightly messy look.
After putting on a pair of strappy sandals, I went downstairs to do a little work before being summoned to the main house. I went to my light box and started looking at some of my shots from last night. I had one of my favorite models, Lyric, over. She was beautiful in a very exotic way. I started looking at my proofs and they were good...really good. I was getting turned on from looking at them and remembering the amazing tonguing she gave my pussy. I pulled my tank off and with one hand, tugged at my nipples. The pleasure shot to my pussy, making it wet and me moan just a little. After looking at a few more shots, I came across one shot with two of my fingers in Lyric's pussy. It was a black and white shot, full of shadows but you could clearly see her body opening for my fingers and you could even see her wetness. By now, my pussy was begging to be touched...for something to fill it as my fingers filled Lyric's pussy.
One of my male models made me a special stool that had a Sybian sex machine mounted on it. I dragged it over, hiked up my skirt and straddled it, sighing with pleasure as I sank down on the dildo. I turned the machine on medium and jumped as I felt the vibrations against my very sensitive pussy. I moaned and rocked on the stool, feeling the vibrations work their magic and the dildo swirl around inside me. I could feel my pussy juices leaking out and coating the plastic dildo.
Just then, as my luck would have it, my dad popped his head in to tell me that Eden and Graham were there.
"Rae, Eden and Graham are here---" Erik's voice broke off as he took in my state of undress and what I was doing. Instead of turning around, he walked in and over to me.
I could feel my orgasm building, especially when my father stood there watching me fuck myself on the stool. "Hey dad...I'll be there in a sec." My voice was husky and breathy with my arousal.
Dad leaned against the light box so he could look more closely. My gaze dropped down to his dick, which I could see outlined against his khakis. His scrutiny of me caused my nipples to tighten and me to speed up my movements on the dildo and the vibrator.
"Do you have any idea how hot you are?" he asked me. He hesitantly reached out and touched one of my nipples before snapping his hand back like he was burned. He looked to me to see if I would have any objections to him touching me. I didn't. My dad was a good looking guy and we had always had a flirty type relationship, always touching and snuggling. Things had always skated on the line of inappropriate, especially after my photography show last year. I hadn't told my parents of the subject matter so to say they were surprised to see my body so publicly displayed was an understatement. Ever since then, though, my dad had treated me differently. Those light teasing touches were becoming something more and I delighted in it.
Dad took my silence to mean that he was free to do what he wanted, so he reached back out and grabbed my bare breast. He kneaded the soft flesh and plucked at my nipple. Being that my nipples are extremely sensitive and the fact that my father was feeling them up was almost my undoing. I sped up my rhythm in hopes to get off before we had to go.
No such luck. My father leaned in and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking for all he was worth. I moaned and tried to hold his head to my breast but he moved back. He lightly slapped my wet nipple before standing and walking to the door. "Time to go. We've been gone too long." He leaned against the doorway to wait for me.
