My younger sister moved in with me when she was evicted from her apartment. She had lost her job and couldn't keep dodging the landlord, so she was forced to swallow her pride and turn to the last person she had left. Our parents had warned her that they would stop helping her when she turned twenty-one, and they had held true to that promise.
I welcomed Alyssa reluctantly. I knew that she had no one else to turn to, so my hand was forced. However, she promised to cook and tidy up my house while I was at work. Plus, even though she was my sister, she was pretty easy on the eyes. Her cute round butt and plump tits (which she proudly displayed in her revealing outfits) were always something to look forward to when I came home after a long day.
However, things took a turn for the worse a few months after Alyssa moved in. I became the latest victim of my company's downsizing and suddenly, both of us were unemployed and broke. Job hunting proved less than fruitful and I was getting desperate, when an idea finally came to me.
"I was thinking of starting a web site," I told Alyssa one morning over breakfast.
"Like what kind of web site?" she inquired, brushing her strawberry-blonde hair from her eyes.
"Well, I don't know yet... I need to think of something that people will pay for."
"You know that the only sites that make any money are porn sites, right?"
"Yeah, I guess... but that'd be too much work."
"How do you figure?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, I'd have to find some hot chicks to pose for it, and I'd have to pay them."
"That doesn't sound too hard... I mean, I modeled a little in college."
"You did?" I asked, unaware.
"Yeah... I needed some money for books. It was just once or twice," she admitted.
"What kind of modeling?"
"Nothing bad, Justin... it was just bikinis and some lingerie."
"Jesus. Do Mom and Dad know about this?"
"I hope not."
"How much did you earn?"
"Not a lot... but the site was a cash cow. A lot of the girls in my dorm posed for it."
"Do you remember any of their numbers?" I half-joked.
"Why can't you just use me?" she offered.
"Come on, Alyssa, don't be stupid."
"It's not a big deal, Justin. You already have a decent camera and you took those web design classes a few months ago, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah... I could do it. But you're my sister. I don't think I could take pictures of you half-naked."
"Oh my God, it won't be that weird. Let's just try it."
"I don't know..."
"Please? I want to do it," she said. "It's easy money and we need it right now."
I sighed deeply. This was actually a fantasy of mine, but I had to pretend like I was hesitant.
"If you promise you'll be comfortable with it," I said.
"I promise, Justin."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around me.
"This is going to work," she said after pecking me on the cheek. "You'll see."
That afternoon, we got to work on our first photo set. With my help, Alyssa picked out a black lace teddy to model. She had also picked out her favorite bikini to wear later. I set up the living room to resemble a photo studio and fired up my camera.
"Let's just start out with some sexy poses," I suggested.
"Yeah, that's fine," she agreed.
She tossed her hair, positioned her hands on her hips, and made a seductive face.
"Good," I breathed, focusing the camera and snapping a few shots.
Alyssa performed the usual poses. She bit her finger suggestively, tugged at the corner of her panties, and squeezed her tits together between her arms.
"OK, let's shoot the bikini now."
Without thinking twice, she ripped off her bra, allowing her big tits to jiggle free. I instinctively looked away, but my eyes eventually crawled back to her naked body.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Justin!" she exclaimed when we caught eyes. "I wasn't thinking!"
"No, no... it's fine. This is a professional environment, remember?"
She smiled in reply and continued to put on her bikini. I eyed her chest, relishing in the opportunity to do so without being slapped.
"How do I look?" she asked after she had donned the swimsuit, spinning around slowly.
"Good... great," I replied.
"How are my boobs?" she asked, adjusting her top and sending her tits jiggling around wildly.
"How am I supposed to answer that?"
"Justin. If we're going to do this, you need to get over the whole brother-sister thing. Just pretend I'm some random girl. Don't be afraid to be honest."
"OK," I agreed, "In that case, they're a little uneven."
She grinned and tugged at her top a bit more. We shot the bikini pictures and I uploaded both of the new sets to the web site.
Over the next few days, I monitored the feedback that site members were sending me. Most were positive and felt they were getting their money's worth. However, there was a clear consensus among the dissenters. They weren't satisfied with just Alyssa half-naked: they wanted hardcore scenes.
I decided not to convey the members' request to Alyssa, if only to avoid an awkward conversation. Plus, I would need to find the male talent, not that it would be difficult to find a guy to fuck Alyssa. In my deep thought, I had not noticed Alyssa enter my room and begin reading one of the e-mails over my shoulder.
"They want hardcore?" she asked. "That's like boy-girl, right?"
I jumped, startled.
"Jeez, Alyssa... don't creep up on me like that."
"Let's give the people what they want," she said, ignoring me.
"No, come on... taking naked pictures of you was enough," I protested. "I couldn't film you having sex."
"Justin, we're not going to make any money if we don't satisfy our customers."
"Yeah, I get that... but do you know how messed up it would be to ask some guy to fuck my sister?"
"Good point... we probably shouldn't involve anyone else..." she agreed.
There was a silence, until I felt her eyes on me.
"What?" I asked.
She continued staring, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"No, no... no way," I began, shaking my head and backing away.
"Come on, Justin! We need a dick... you have a dick... it's perfect!"
"I'm not going to have sex with you, Alyssa! You're my sister for Christ's sake!" I exclaimed.
