I should have said 'no.' Kenny asked me to pose for him again and I should have said 'no,' but the rush, the thrill of exposing myself to him, the overpowering urge to masturbate in front of him, had been too much. No day had passed without thinking about that afternoon in my garage.
This time, he wanted to photograph me at his house. He said it was a project for the summer class he was taking online from his college. My sister, Paula, his mom, was part of the project, too. I expected he wanted me nude. Did he want to photograph his mother nude as well? Did she know what I'd done in front of him a week earlier? I had begged Kenny not to tell his mother about what went on there and he assured me that he had not said a word.
As I drove over to his house, I thought about his own modeling for our art group and about his "initiation" in front of his mother, me, and thirteen other women. Strange, but all of this seemed natural to me—just honest expressions of sexuality. And yet, he was my nephew after all.
"Hi, Jill," Paula said, as she opened the front door to her house. Somehow, I hadn't expected my sister to be here while Kenny photographed me.
"Hi," I said, stepping into the house. There was no sign of Kenny.
"Want some coffee?"
"No. Thanks. Lately, it's been making me too jittery." The house was pleasantly cool on a warm summer's day. It truly is the home of an artist. Paula is quite good—she's sold a fair share of her work—and she's a great teacher.
"How about some lemonade, then?" she asked.
"Now, that sounds good," I said, as we walked to the kitchen. We'd been there, chatting, for about five minutes when Kenny walked in.
"Well, here's our photographer," Paula said.
"Sorry I'm late," Kenny said, "but I saw Mr. Jensen at the gas station and he offered me a summer job at his nursery. I start tomorrow."
"That's great, Kenny!" his mother said. "That'll put some more muscle on you."
"Mom," he said, in exasperation.
"Sorry, Kenny," she said, smiling, as she looked at me. "Well, does that mean that we won't be modeling for you today?"
"Oh, no," he said. "I'm still going to take the course. I can use the extra credits. In fact, I was hoping we could get started in about ten minutes, as soon as I get my stuff ready. Ok?"
"Excuse me," I said to Kenny. "I knew your mom was part of your project but I thought that you were going to photograph us separately. I'm confused."
"I just want to go around the house photographing you two in different rooms doing regular sorts of things. You know, domestic sisters."
"Boy, that sounds exciting," I said. I looked at Paula who just shrugged.
"Don't worry," he said, "we'll have fun." Then he went upstairs to get his equipment. I started chuckling.
"Remember what happened the last time you and I played house as kids?" I asked Paula.
"I do," she said. We looked at each other, each of us thinking about the innocent sexual exploring we did that day long ago. I took another sip of lemonade. Paula stared out the window, a small smile parting her lips.
I excused myself to use the bathroom and, when I returned, Kenny was back with his camera and gear. His camera was much more advanced than my small point and shoot. He looked very comfortable adjusting it for indoor shots.
"Well, are you ready?" he said, cheerily.
"We still don't know what you want us to do," his mother said.
"Ok, let me explain," he said. "You two look so much alike that you could be twins. So, what I want to do is to pose you in different rooms as if you were dusting, or moving a picture, or watering a plant, things like that. I'll use natural light, no flash, and get some pretty good shots, I hope."
"Are you sure?" I said. "Won't they be boring?"
"Well, they could be, but I think I can spice them up," he said.
"How?" Paula and I said in unison.
"I'd like you to be nude."
"Are you kidding me?!" Paula said, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "I'm your mother, for god's sakes!" I looked at her and then at Kenny.
"You can't be serious," I said, even as a rush started to build in me.
"I am," he said, looking at me and then at his mother. An awkward silence was building. Paula moved from the sink and walked around the kitchen island. I leaned against the range. Kenny stood still by the door.
"Ok, I'll do it," Paula said. Now, my mouth fell open. She looked at me. "Well, what about you, Jill?"
"I don't know," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "This is pretty weird."
"No, it's not," Kenny said. "You guys saw me naked and more at Mom's art class. I didn't think nudity bothered you at all." He stared at me. So did Paula. I wanted to say 'yes' but I didn't want to appear too eager. I lowered my eyes and then I raised them up.
"Ok," I said softly.
"There's one condition," Paula said firmly.
"What?" Kenny asked her.
"You have to be nude, too."
"Paula, this is definitely getting weird," I said.
"No, it isn't," she said. "Kenny being nude will break down the barrier between artist and subjects. It's something I try to teach in my classes and this will be a good experiment. Besides, as he said, we've seen him nude already. We're the ones for whom it will be a new experience."
Little did she know, I thought.
"Ok, for the sake of art, I'll do it," Kenny said, with excitement clearly in his voice. "But I want to do this step by step, not all at once, ok? As we go along, I'll have you take off a piece of clothing. When you do, then I will, too."
"Sounds fair," Paula said. "Where do you want to start?"
We went into the living room and Kenny posed us in various positions doing mundane things. We were both wearing shirts and shorts and the first clothing to go were the shorts. Kenny was wearing jockey underwear and he already had a bulge showing. We did a few more shots and Kenny asked us to take off our shirts. Paula's black bra and panties contrasted with my white ones. Kenny was bare-chested.
We moved to the kitchen where Paula and I pretended to be preparing a meal.
"Please take your bras off now," he said, matter-of-factly. Paula and I paused, looking at each other. Then we both smiled and unhooked our bras. With a flourish, we flung them to the ground and laughed. I felt like a schoolgirl again. Kenny tried to act the professional cameraman, suggesting various poses and repositioning us when he thought it was necessary. Occasionally, Paula and I would get pretty close together and I could tell that she was feeling the same thing I was. This was getting very sensual.
"Ok, let's go upstairs to the bedroom," Kenny said. We followed him up, watching his ass as we went. Inside the master bedroom, Kenny posed us in silhouette against the bay window, each of us holding a feather dust brush. Then he called for a five minute break. He went to his room to get a tripod and, while he was gone, I made a confession.
"Paula, I've got to say that this is turning me on big time. Is it wrong to feel this way?"
"No, honey, it's not wrong. Making art can be very erotic and these circumstances certainly are conducive to raising those feelings. I'll admit I'm feeling the same way."
"How far should we take this?" I asked.
"Let's just go easy and see what happens," she said, touching my shoulder gently as she looked into my eyes. Slowly, she moved her hand to my nipple and rolled a finger back and forth over it. "Do you like this?"
"Yes," I whispered. She raised her other hand to twiddle my other nipple. I closed my eyes, taking in the sensations.
"Can I photograph that?" Kenny said from the doorway, startling me. I drew back from Paula's hands.
"We're game, if you are," his mom said. I couldn't believe it! My sister just agreed for both of us that her son could take photos of us playing with each other. I looked at her but I said nothing. I was just too turned on.
