Photographs

October 28, 2008

Photographs
By
Alex Hawk

Very tentatively, I knocked on the door of the bedroom of my fifteen-year-old sister, Brittney.

“What is it, Justin?” she called out. Yeah, she was named Brittney and I’m named Justin. Don’t even get me started on that.

“Let me come in for a second. I need to talk with you.”

“Ok, just a moment.” I heard her moving around and then she opened the door. “‘Sup, little bro?”

“Can I come in? I wanna talk in private.”

She gave me a Look. “Why? We’re the only ones home.”

I shrugged. “Just humor me, ok?”

“Alright,” she said with a dramatic sigh. Once I was inside her room with the door shut, Brittney said, “So what’s up, Justin?”

“Well.. it’s like this. I’ve met this guy on the Internet…”

Brittney rolled her eyes. “You know, nothing good begins with that sentence.”

“Yeah, well. This is different. I told him about me being gay and stuff.” I’d come out to only a few people so far, including Brittney. It was a major thing for me when I told anyone. Lots of people thought that since I was only thirteen I was too young to know what I wanted, but they had no clue.

“Ok. And?”

“Well… long story short, I sent him a couple pics of me, he said he thought I was very cute and that he’d pay me two-hundred dollars for some more pics.”

“More pics,” said Brittney flatly. “What sort?”

“Well…” I shuffled around a little and mumbled, “Me naked and jerking off?”

“Oh, lord,” my sister said, sitting on the edge of her bed and putting a hand over her face. “You told him no, right? PLEASE tell me you told him no?”

“He said he’d send me one-hundred dollars up front to prove he was for real. I used a post office box my friend Chad’s older brother got for him. It’s clear across town, so it’s not like the guy even got our address or anything.”

Brittney glared at me. “Justin. Please, please tell me you told this guy to go fuck himself.”

Blushing a little I reached into my pocket and pulled out a crisp one-hundred dollar bill.

“Oh, for the love of Corn Flakes! Justin! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking that with two-hundred bucks I could get myself some new clothes, some books and a nice present for my older sister when her birthday rolls around next month.”

She pointed a finger at me. “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t even try to make it sound like you did any of this for me.” She sighed. “Have you sent him the pictures yet?”

“I haven’t made them yet.”

“Good. Don’t.”

“But I have to! I want the rest of the money and besides, I told him I would.”

Rolling her eyes, Brittney said, “Listen carefully to me, little brother. You’re thirteen. Making pictures of yourself naked and masturbating would be kiddie porn. That’s illegal.”

“I know. But I want the money.”

Letting out a long sigh, my sister said, “Look, dumb-ass, why are you dragging me into this anyhow? Why am I even hearing about it?”

“Well… I need you to take the pictures?”

“WHAT?!”

I backed up quickly, actually a tiny bit scared from the look on her face. “Well, it’s not like I can take them myself! I’d have to stand in front of a mirror or something and how would THAT look? Plus you have the digital camera! I don’t! You HAVE to help! Please?”

Taking a deep breath, my sister said, “Justin, I love you dearly, so I’m going to forget we even had this conversation and-”

“I’ll give you fifty bucks!” I blurted out.

“- I’ll give deep, deep consideration to the idea.” She closed her eyes and looked thoughtful for about a half a second. “Deal.”

I blinked. “What? Just like that?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it for seventy-five dollars, just like you said.”

“But I said…” I looked at her face. “Yeah, I said seventy-five.”

“Good boy.” She patted me on the head. “I really wanted to get some new clothes this weekend, so that works nicely. BUT! There’s one other catch.”

“What’s that?”

“Well… there’s this guy I met on the Internet…”

I couldn’t stop laughing for about a minute. When I finally calmed down I giggled just a little and said, “You know, nothing good has ever come of that sentence.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“How much is he offering to pay?”

“He’s not. He’s this really cute sixteen-year-old boy who lives in North Dakota, but his family will be here for the winter. Maybe he’ll be a better fuck than my last boyfriend.” We lived out in the California desert in a resort town. Lots of people visited.

“Ah. And he wants naked pics of you?”

Brittney shrugged. “I’ve seen him naked, so he wants to see me. I’ve done webcasts with him, but he wants to have some still pics, too.”

“Oh, ok.”

“So do we have a deal?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of seeing my sister naked, but I figured she probably felt the same way about me. “Deal.” I shook hands with her. “When do you wanna do this?”

She looked at the clock. “How about an hour from now? We can both get ready and that gives us plenty of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“An hour it is! See ya!” I raced back to my room to prepare. I showered, I put on my best clothes, I got everything ready to go.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal Brittney. “Hey, sis.”

“Yo.” She brought in her digital camera. “Let me get this thing hooked up to your computer. That way it’ll be easier to manage everything.” Once everything was set up and ready to go, Brittney said, “Alright. I’ll take a few pics of you fully clothed and then you can start stripping and I’ll take pics of that.”

“Ok.”

At my sister’s suggestion, I took the top sheet off my bed and hung it up on the wall so that there would be something for me to be photographed against. Then, with her calling the shots, quite literally, I started posing in front of it.

“Ok,” Brittney said after taking several pictures. “Take off your shirt.”

I pulled my shirt off very slowly, pausing for photos every couples seconds, and did a few more poses.

My heart then skipped a couple beats as my sister said, “Ok. Go ahead and pull off your jeans now.”

This was a moment of truth for me. Swallowing a little I slowly started to work my way out of my jeans, as before pausing for pics constantly, until I was standing there in nothing but my tighty-whities. My teenage penis throbbed under the fabric.

Brittney moved in for a few closeups, having my hold my penis through the underwear to show it off a little. Then she said, “Ok, little bro. Big moment now. Take off your underwear, but do it really, really slowly so that I can get some really good footage, ok?”

Nodding at her, I took a deep breath. I was nervous as hell here. But I wanted to get some more money, and if posing like this while my sister took photos of me was what it took well, then, hey! Call me Mister Naked Boy.

To my surprise, taking off my underwear under my sister’s direction wasn’t actually as difficult as I thought it would be. I pulled them down a little in back first, to highlight my butt, and then turned around. I lowered the front just a little, enough to show off my pubes. Finally, bracing myself a little, I took the big step and, as I turned away from the camera again, I slowly pulled down my underwear until I was completely nude. Now naked, I turned around and faced my sister, my hands covering my penis.

“Uhm. Justin? You do kind of need to move your hands so that I can take a picture of that, too,” Brittney said with a little smile.

“Right,” I said, exhaling hard. I pulled my hands away to expose my young erection.

“Very nice,” my sister said after a moment. Soon she was back to snapping pic after pic of my nude body.

For the next several minutes, Brittney took a whole bunch of pictures of me naked. I think there were more nude pics than there were any others all total, including some of me holding my penis in various ways and even a little video clip of me slowly masturbating. I wondered what she was thinking as she made all these photos. Oh, well. Soon I’d be taking pictures of her and maybe I’d get something of an idea then.

“Ok, Justin,” Brittney said as she turned towards her laptop. “Come over here and have a look.”

I walked over, still naked, and looked at the computer screen as photo after photo of me in various stages of undress scrolled along.

“Those look really good,” I said.

“Yeah. You’re a pretty cute model, too.”

“I am?” I blushed.

“Yeah. Anyhow, are you ready to take pics of me?” she asked, handing me the camera.

I shrugged. “Sure, I guess so. Let me get dressed.”

“Why bother?” Brittney asked. “If we need to do any extra shots of you, you’ll just have to get naked again.”

I considered this. “Well… ok. Then go stand over there,” I said, gesturing towards the sheet.

Brittney walked over to the sheet and I put her through the same series of motions that she’d put me through. Eventually I got her progressively down to her bra and panties and then finally got her out of those.

And you know what? It did nothing at all for me. Her breasts looked ok, I guess, and between her legs all I could really see was a patch of hair. It just did nothing for me. If this wasn’t confirmation of me being gay, I don’t know what would be.

“I want to lay down and have you get some close-ups, ok?” Brittney said.

I shrugged. “Sure, if you want.”

My sister laid down and spread her legs. I got down on the floor with her and started taking a lot of different pics of her breasts and face. Eventually I crouched between her legs and took several pictures of her exposed vagina. It looked really strange to me. My penis was as hard as it had ever been, but I chalked that up to the eroticness of the situation. I couldn’t for the life of me see the attraction of something like what laid between Brittney’s legs.

“Let me see the camera for a second,” my sister said. Still crouched between her legs I passed it to her. She said, “Smile!” and took a picture. Looking at the back of the screen she said, “Huh. That looks kinda cool.”

“Let me see it?”

She handed me the camera and I looked at the picture she’d taken. You could see my body from the chest down, including my hard penis. All you could see of my sister was her pubic hair, her spread thighs and stomach.

“Yeah, I guess that looks kinda cool,” I said.

“Almost looks like you’re gonna fuck me,” she giggled.

I laughed. “Yeah, kind of, I guess.”

“Gimme back the camera.” I handed it to her. “Now. Take your dick and point it at my pussy.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why?”

“I wanna take a picture of you doing that.”

“Why?”

Brittney rolled her eyes. “Just do it, ok?”

Somewhat reluctantly, I took my penis in my hand and pointed it down towards my sister’s vagina as she took several pics of me in this pose.

After she was done with photographing us like this, I said, “So why do you want it to look like I was going to fuck you?”

“Well, there’s lots of, like, older guys out there who I think would pay a lot more money than what you’re already getting if they saw what looked like pics of a brother and sister getting it on together.”

“They will?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah. Lots of times when I’m chatting online with people and I tell them I have a little brother they ask if I’m fucking you.”

I thought about this for a few seconds and then nodded. “Yeah, you know, I’ve even had a couple guys ask me things like that, too.”

Brittney nodded. “Yeah, so, see, if there’s actually pics that make it look like we’ve been having sex, then people will be willing to pay for it. You see?”

“Yeah… yeah, that does make sense. We could make a lot of money this way!”

“Damn right, Justin!” She grinned.

“So you wanna take a few more pictures?” I asked, my penis still hard and my hand still pointing it down at my sister’s vagina.

“Yeah, sure. But here. You hold the camera.”

“Ok.” I took it from her. “Now what?”

“Well… do you care if I touch your dick?”

“Uh… I guess not.”

I let go of my penis and my sister took it in her hand, lining it up with her vagina. “Ok, now take some pics of this and make sure you get a few showing like my body and face as much as you can, ok?”

“Alright.”

As I snapped the pictures I thought about how weird it was that my sister was holding onto my penis. I’d had sex with a couple of other guys before, so I was used to having other people touching me. But in this case, it was not only a girl it was also my sister. Very strange. But it felt just as good as it did when another guy touched it.

“Ok, give me the camera.” I handed it down to my sister and she looked over some of the photos. “Cool. You’re pretty good at taking pictures.”

“Thanks.”

“Alright. Let’s try some more.” She passed it back to me. “Point it down at me again, ok?”

“Ok.” I held my penis with one hand and the camera in the other. Brittney reached down and spread open her vagina. Now I could actually see the hole! It looked… interesting. Not quite like anything I’d seen before.

“Ok. Now move forward until the head of your dick touches against my hole.”

I didn’t even bother to argue. I did as I was told and felt the tip of my erection brushing up against my sister’s vagina. The sensation was pretty interesting. Like everything else, it didn’t really do anything for me, though I noted distantly that my penis was harder than ever.

Then something pretty cool happened. My sister had been holding her vagina open wide. Now she pulled her fingers away and I felt her labia carressing the tip of my penis. It felt really cool for reasons I didn’t quite get. Very warm and inviting. I was starting to understand what straight boys thought.

“Ok, let me see the camera.”

I passed it back down to my sister who looked it over.

“Very cool,” she said with a smile up to me. “This’ll make us SO MUCH money.”

“Really?”

“Really!” Brittney looked thoughtful. “I got another idea. You got any lube or anything?”

Blushing head to toe I said, “Why?”

“Well, because. Do you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. I used it to masturbate with and a couple times used it when I got fucked by a friend of mine.

“Get it.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Sighing a little I got up and dug around in my nightstand drawer until I came out with the lube. I then knelt between my sister’s legs once more and said, “Now what?”

“Rub it all over your dick.” Apparently seeing the skeptical look on my face she said, “It’ll make your penis look really wet, like you actually had it inside me.”

“Oh. Why would it be wet if I had it in you?”

“Because pussies are wet inside, stupid.” Brittney rolled her eyes. “What are you, gay or something?”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “Look, I’m thirteen and I’m not into girls. How the hell am I supposed to know these things?”

“How wet is it in there?” I asked, eyeing her vagina.

“Pretty slick. Here, give me your hand.”

Warrily I held out my hand. My sister extended my index finger and pressed it against her vagina. Next thing I knew it was sliding into this place of incredible warmth and wetness.

“Wow! That’s really cool!” I worked my finger back and forth.

“Yeah…”

Pulling it out, I said, “Ok, I can see why you want me to lube up my penis now.”

“Ok, lube up, then!”

I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and started rubbing it all over until my erection was nice and shinny. “Is that good enough?”

“Yeah. Now, put it back where it was before.”

“Ok.”

I scooted forward and lined up. I carefully moved around and then pushed forward just slightly. Apparently, though, the lube had made me a little more slippery than I expected, because suddenly I saw and felt the entire tip of my penis vanish into my sister’s vagina.

I let out an involuntary gasp as I felt this amazing sensation around the head of my erection. It took every bit of strength and willpower that I had to keep myself from pushing all of it into her.

“Sorry!” I managed to say. “I was more slippery than I thought…”

“It’s ok,” my sister said. I started to pull back a little and she said, “No, wait. Long as you’re there, we might as well take some pictures.”

“Oh? Well, ok.” I actually didn’t want to pull back. It felt too nice.

Brittney took a few more pictures, mostly focusing on the place where the head of my penis disappeared into her vagina. I did my best to hold completely still, not wanting to pull back and knowing that I shouldn’t push forward.

“There we go,” she said at last. “I think that’s about as many pics as we can manage.”

“Yeah,” I said with a little chuckle in my voice. “I mean, all we could really do now is have me, you know, put it all the way in.”

I found myself holding my breath wondering what my sister would say to this, while all the while wondering what the fuck was wrong with me! I mean, firstly I’m gay, and secondly, this was my own sister! Going any further than we already had would be so many kinds of wrong I couldn’t even count them all!

But then my heart sang with joy as Brittney shrugged a little and said, “Well, we’ve already gone this far. If we go a little farther, we’ll be able to probably make even more money from all this. If you want to put it all the way in, I don’t really mind.”

“You… you don’t?” I squeaked out.

“Not really. Just let me get some pictures of everything. In fact, I’ll probably set this to record a few seconds of video.”

“Oh… well, if you really don’t mind…?”

“Justin,” Brittney said with a little smile. She aimed the camera. “Just go for it, ok?”

“Ok.”

I steadied myself over Brittney’s naked body and slowly started to push down and forward, my thirteen-year-old virgin penis sliding easily and smoothly into my fifteen-year-old sister’s tight, wet and just magnificent vagina! I let out a little gasp as the impact of all this finally hit my brain. It was absolutely mind blowing!
“Justin?” My sister’s voice came softly to my ears. I looked up into the camera. “Start fucking me, ok?”

I nodded and began slowly fucking my older sister. The sensations that were shooting through my penis were better than anything I’d ever felt before! It felt better than getting blown from a guy, that was sure. There was still something missing for me, though.

Whatever was missing, it wasn’t going to be enough to keep me from cumming, however. As I fucked faster and faster, it was pretty obvious that my orgasm was about to hit. Normally I wouldn’t worry about cumming when I was with someone, but I’d only had sex with guys, and they didn’t get pregnant.

“Oh… oh… ah… Brit…?”

“Yeah…?”

“I’m gonna… gonna cum pretty soon… do I have to… you know… pull out…?”

She shook her head and kept snapping pics. “Don’t worry about it. It’s the wrong time of month.”

“Aaah… good… I… aaaah… ooooh!” Fireworks exploded in my mind as my penis began kicking around in my sister’s vagina, my sperm blasting out of me and into her. I couldn’t even think about how wonderful it was! All I could do was lose myself in pleasure.

When I was done cumming, I collapsed on top of Brittney, breathing hard and trying to get my brain back. She set the camera aside and hugged me tight.

“So what did you think?”

It was several seconds before I could respond, but finally I managed to say, “That was really… whoa… that was cool…” I grinned a little.

Brittney chuckled a little and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you liked it!”

We disengaged ourselves and cleaned up. The rest of the day we spent going over all the pictures and the film clips and sorting out the wheat from the chaff. Once we had what we wanted, I sent some to the guy I knew and Brittney sent some to the boy she knew.

Over the course of the next few months we gradually put out more of the pictures, and soon we were pulling in nearly $500 a month from selling them. One guy, who it turned out lived in the same area as us, even paid my sister and I $1000 each to fuck in front of him while he filmed us. It was the only time I fucked Brittney after the first time, and it wound up being the last.

About seven months after we’d started our little business, the FBI paid a visit to our house and had a chat with our parents. They were NOT HAPPY, to be certain. Grounded? You bet. Grounded to start with! There was talk of military school for me (talk which died when I outed myself to our parents), and threats of a convent for Brittney (which since we were Jewish was really unlikely). Needless to say, we lost our computers and the camera.

Things died down after a few months. Our parents even gave us back our computers when they got tired of putting up with us bugging them to let us use their computer for things like homework and such.

Even after we had the computers back, Brittney and I never got together again. It was probably for the best. I managed to get a steady boyfriend, as did she, and we both went on with our lives. On the whole, things could have been a lot worse.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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