Incest Bundle

Incest Bundle

Igor Pajic

Taboo Dreams

Copyright © 2024 Igor Pajic

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CAUGHT

"Hurry up in there, Ian! I need to pee!" Ivy's impatient voice echoed through the thin walls of the bathroom. Ian's heart skipped a beat. He had snuck in for some private time, thinking the house was empty. The sound of the doorknob jiggling made him freeze mid-stroke. "It's occupied!" he yelped, his voice a pitch too high. Ivy's footsteps retreated, and Ian let out a sigh of relief, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum.

He had barely had time to recover when the door burst open and Ivy stormed in. Her eyes widened as she caught him in the act. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Ian's face mirrored hers in color as he frantically tried to cover himself with the towel that was hanging over the shower curtain. The bathroom was small and steamy, the only light coming from the dim bulb above the sink, casting long shadows that didn't quite manage to hide his mortification.

Ian's brain was racing, trying to come up with some sort of excuse, but his mouth had gone dry and no words would form. Ivy's eyes darted down to his crotch, and she took in the scene with a mix of horror and fascination. The silence between them grew heavier, and Ian's fear began to give way to a new emotion—embarrassment. He had always had a bit of a crush on Ivy, but he had never imagined she'd see him like this. He could feel his cheeks burning, and he was sure his ears were bright red. Ivy, for her part, seemed torn between slapping him and laughing.

After a few long seconds, Ivy spoke, her voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement. "Well, that's one way to keep warm in the winter." Ian looked up at her, hopeful that she might be joking, but her expression was unreadable. Ivy stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his crotch. He swallowed hard, feeling incredibly exposed. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. Ivy raised an eyebrow. "It's not?"

She leaned against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, you don't do this all the time?" Her tone was casual, but the question was loaded. Ian felt a knot form in his stomach. He had been caught a couple of times before by Ivy, always at the worst moments. "I-I mean, everyone does it, right?" Ivy nodded slowly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Everyone does, but not everyone does it with the door wide open." Ian felt his face get hotter. "I thought you weren't home." Ivy chuckled, "Well, apparently, you thought wrong."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick like the fog that clung to the mirror from Ian's recent shower. Ivy took another step closer to him, and Ian felt his cock twitch involuntarily. Ivy's eyes followed the movement, and she licked her lips. "You know what?" she said, her voice a little softer now. "I think I'd like to watch." Ian's eyes widened in shock. "What?" Ivy nodded, "I want to see how my little brother does it."

Ian's mind raced. He had never thought about Ivy watching him before, but now that the idea was out there, it was all he could think about. His body was responding to her proximity, his cock growing harder despite the absurdity of the situation. Ivy leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "It'll be our little secret." Ian's hands trembled as he reached for his towel, his heart racing. Ivy grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Leave it," she said firmly. "I want to see all of you."

He swallowed hard and nodded, his cheeks flaming as Ivy took a step back to give him some space. She leaned against the sink, her eyes never leaving his. Ian felt a strange mix of arousal and anxiety as he started to stroke himself again, trying to ignore the fact that his sister was watching. Ivy's gaze was intense, studying his every movement as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. The steam from the shower had made her hair curl slightly, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

As he jerked off, Ivy's eyes roamed over his body, taking in his defined abs and the muscles in his arms. She had always known Ian was attractive, but seeing him like this was something else entirely. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the power she had over him in this moment. The way he looked at her, so vulnerable and exposed, only served to fuel her own curiosity and desire. Ivy's breath hitched as she watched Ian's hand move faster, his grip tightening around his shaft.

Ian couldn't believe what was happening. Just minutes ago, he had been a typical teenage boy, enjoying a solo session in the safety of his own bathroom. Now, his older sister, the girl he had fantasized about for years, was not just watching but seemingly enjoying the show. It was as if he had stumbled into one of his wildest dreams. Ivy's eyes never left him, her expression a mix of amusement and something more... something that made him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if she'd push him or pull him closer.

With Ivy's gaze on him, Ian's arousal was a whirlwind of emotions. He was scared—what if she told their parents? What if she laughed at him? But he was also incredibly turned on. He had never felt so exposed, so... desired. His hand moved over his cock, his strokes becoming more frantic as he tried to reach climax. Yet, with the pressure of her watching and the fear of being caught, he found himself unable to cum. His body was a bundle of nerves, his mind racing with the possible consequences of their newfound shared secret.

Ivy, however, was growing more and more impatient. She had never seen anything like this before, and while she had felt a twinge of excitement, she wasn't sure if she wanted to watch her brother jerk off in the bathroom forever. "Faster," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Come on, Ian, you can do it." The command in her tone was unmistakable, and Ian felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never heard Ivy sound so... authoritative before. It was weird, but also... hot.

He tried to pick up the pace, his hand moving more rapidly over his shaft. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the fear that she'd tell someone, that this moment would go beyond the walls of this tiny, steamy room. His strokes grew erratic, his breathing shallow and fast. Ivy's eyes never left his face, and she could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation to please her, and something else—desire. The sight of his cock, red and straining, made her own pussy throb.

With a sudden decision, Ivy stepped closer and reached out, placing her hand over his. "Let me help," she said, her voice soft and seductive. Ian's eyes snapped up to meet hers, full of shock and confusion. Ivy's hand felt warm and familiar, yet entirely alien in this context. She began to guide his hand, showing him the rhythm she knew he liked. "Like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.

Her touch was surprisingly gentle, and she watched with rapt attention as Ian's cock responded to her guidance. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Ivy had always been the more adventurous one, and the power dynamic that had shifted in the cramped bathroom was intoxicating. Ian's strokes grew more confident under her touch, and he could feel his orgasm building, inching closer with every pass of their interlocked hands. Ivy's own heart was racing, her body reacting in ways she hadn't anticipated.

Ian's eyes rolled back in his head as Ivy's grip tightened, her movements becoming more deliberate and practiced. The sight of his sister's hand on his dick was so wrong, yet it felt so right. Ivy leaned in closer, her breath hot and moist against his neck, whispering sweet nothings that only served to push him closer to the edge. Her other hand slipped down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. It was a sensation Ian had never experienced before, and it was driving him wild.

He could feel Ivy's breasts press against his side as she crouched beside him, her own breathing growing more ragged. The sound of her breath mingling with his own was like a symphony, a sweet crescendo building towards something explosive. Ivy's hand moved faster, her grip firm but not too tight. She was in control now, and Ian felt a strange sense of relief in letting go. He didn't have to worry about being caught anymore—his sister had him right where she wanted him.

Her eyes never left his, the mischief in them growing with every stroke. Ivy leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against his ear. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured. Ian nodded, his voice lost in the tide of pleasure she was building within him. Ivy's hand worked magic, her thumb circling his sensitive head as her fingers danced along his shaft. The feeling was indescribable, like a tight coil of heat was being wound tighter and tighter in his gut, threatening to snap.

Ian's knees buckled, and Ivy had to hold him upright as she continued to pump his dick. The bathroom mirror reflected their image—his face contorted with pleasure, her face a mask of concentration and excitement. Ivy had never felt anything like this before, the thrill of taking control of her brother's pleasure, watching him squirm and moan under her touch. It was like a drug, and she was already addicted.

Her mind raced with the idea of taking this even further. Ivy had always been curious about what it would be like to have a boyfriend, to experience the intimacy that came with sex. But now, with Ian right here, she realized that maybe she didn't need a boyfriend—she had someone even better. Someone who knew her, someone she could trust with her darkest secrets. And if she could trust him with this...

Without another word, Ivy dropped to her knees in front of Ian. He looked down at her, his eyes wide with shock, her hand still moving awkwardly over his cock. Ivy took over, her warm hand wrapping around him and guiding him into her mouth. The first touch of her wet, warm lips was like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He gasped, his knees buckling slightly. Ivy took the opportunity to deepen the blowjob, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

Alec was ecstatic, unable to believe that Ivy, his own sister, was doing this to him. His eyes rolled back into his head as she worked her magic, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, her tongue flicking against his frenulum, teasing and tormenting him. Ivy's eyes gleamed with excitement, watching her brother's face contort in pleasure. She felt powerful, in control, and utterly consumed by the taboo nature of what they were doing.

Her hand left his balls and moved up to grip his ass, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Ivy could feel the muscles in Ian's thighs tensing up, and she knew he was close. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him spiraling towards climax. His breathing grew erratic, and Ivy could sense the moment approaching—his body was wound tighter than a spring, ready to uncoil. She felt his hand in her hair, his grip tightening as he fought to keep himself upright, his hips bucking slightly with each movement of her mouth.

It only took a few seconds, but Ian was ready to cum. Ivy felt the warmth spread through him, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She pulled back slightly, watching as he shot ropes of hot cum across the steamy bathroom. Some hit the floor, others the shower curtain, but she made sure to catch the last few spurts on her tongue, swirling it around before swallowing with a dramatic flourish. Ian's body went slack, and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Ivy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him.

Ian stared down at Ivy, his eyes glazed with shock and pleasure. He couldn't believe what had just happened—his sister had watched him jerk off and then given him the best blowjob of his life. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the sound of their hearts thundering in their chests. Ivy stood up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well," she said, "that was interesting." Ian couldn't find the words to respond, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm.

With a wink, Ivy turned and started to leave the bathroom. "But don't forget to lock the door next time," she called over her shoulder. "And if you ever need help with that again," she paused, a smirk playing on her lips, "you know where to find me." Ian watched her go, his mouth hanging open. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him standing there, his cock still half-hard and his mind racing. Ivy had always been the more outgoing one, the one who pushed boundaries, but this was something else entirely.

Days passed, and they both acted as if the incident in the bathroom had never happened. They went about their lives as usual—school, work, dinner with their parents, watching TV together. Yet, there was an unspoken tension between them, a charge in the air that neither could ignore. Ivy would catch Ian looking at her differently, his eyes lingering on her curves, and she would feel a thrill run down her spine. They avoided being alone together, the memory of their shared secret hanging over them like a thick fog.

One evening, Ivy found herself in the kitchen, pretending to be busy with homework while Ian was in his room. She could hear the faint sound of his music through the walls, a low bass thump that seemed to echo her own heartbeat. Ivy's thoughts kept drifting back to that night in the bathroom—the way his eyes had rolled back in his head, the salty taste of his cum on her tongue. She found herself growing wet just thinking about it.

Ian had been avoiding her since that fateful evening, and Ivy knew it was because she had scared him. He probably thought she was going to tell everyone what he'd been doing, that she'd shame him. But Ivy had other plans. She liked the idea of having something so intimate and forbidden between them. It was a delicious secret, a bond that no one else could ever understand. And she knew that if she played her cards right, she could use it to her advantage.

So, she started to tease him, wearing increasingly revealing outfits around the house. It began with low-cut tops that exposed the tops of her breasts, and short skirts that gave glimpses of her thighs. Ivy made sure to bend over in front of him, to lean in close when she talked to him, to give him little peeks at what she had to offer. Ian tried to ignore it, but Ivy could see the way his eyes would flicker down to her chest or the way he'd get flustered when she accidentally brushed against him.

It was working. Ivy could feel the tension between them building, a slow burn that she knew would eventually become an inferno. And she was ready to fan the flames. One evening, when their parents were out and the house was quiet, Ivy decided to take the next step. She knocked on Ian's door, her heart racing. "What's up?" Ian called out, his voice tentative. Ivy took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Ian looked up from his video game, surprise etched on his face. Ivy had changed into something more... provocative. A tight tank top that clung to her generous breasts and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She sauntered over to his bed, hips swaying deliberately, and sat down next to him. "You've been avoiding me," Ivy said, pouting slightly. Ian's eyes darted to the side, unable to meet hers. "It's just... that was weird, Ivy." Ivy leaned closer, her hand sliding over his thigh. "Is that all it was?"

Her touch was electric, and Ian felt his body respond immediately. Ivy's eyes gleamed with victory as she noticed his cock growing hard beneath his pajama pants. "You liked it, didn't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. Ian swallowed hard, his hand hovering over the controller, unsure of what to do. Ivy's hand continued upward, brushing against the bulge in his pants. "You liked me watching," she murmured, her voice a siren's call.

Ian couldn't deny it. The thought of Ivy seeing him at his most vulnerable was strangely thrilling. He had always felt a pull towards her, and now that the line had been crossed, it was as if a dam had broken. Ivy leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, and Ian's resolve crumbled. He nodded, his cheeks red with desire. Ivy's smile grew wider. "And you liked me touching you," she said, her voice a low purr. Ian nodded again, his breath hitching in his throat.

Encouraged by his response, Ivy's hand slid up his thigh and under the waistband of his pajamas. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it pulse in her grip. Ian gasped, his body responding instinctively to her touch. Ivy began to stroke him gently, her hand gliding up and down his shaft. He watched her, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ivy leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want more?" she whispered, her breath tickling his skin.

Ian nodded, unable to find the words. Ivy's hand moved faster, her strokes becoming more confident. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself so still, trying to control the urges that were building within him. Ivy knew he was close again, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the idea of making him cum once more. Her other hand moved to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin as she felt his heart racing beneath her fingertips.

Without warning, Ivy stopped and stood up. Ian's eyes followed her as she moved away from the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. Ivy's eyes were dark with desire as she slowly began to peel off her clothes. Ian's mouth went dry as he watched her, his heart thudding in his chest like a drum. Ivy was beautiful—curvy in all the right places, with full breasts and a perfect ass that had always made him ache with longing. Now, she was standing before him in nothing but her panties and bra, and he could see the wetness glistening between her legs.

Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of her thumbs, it fell away, revealing her firm, round tits. Ian's cock twitched as Ivy cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before letting them bounce free. Ivy's panties were the last to go, sliding down her thighs to reveal her pink, wet pussy. Ian's eyes were glued to her, unable to believe that this was really happening. Ivy was naked before him, and she was his sister.

Ivy slid onto the bed next to him, her naked body gliding against the cool sheets. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him gently onto his back. Ian lay there, his heart racing, his cock begging for attention. Ivy straddled him. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Now, it's your turn." Her breath was hot, her voice husky with desire.

Ian's hands hovered over Ivy's body, unsure of where to begin. Ivy reached down and took his hand, guiding it to her wet pussy. He felt the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal coating her folds. Ivy's eyes never left his as she slid his fingers over her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back, and Ian felt a surge of power rush through him. He had never felt so in control of someone else's pleasure before. Ivy's hand was still wrapped around his cock, her strokes slow and gentle.

He leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was unlike any he'd ever experienced. Ivy's lips were soft, pliant, and tasted faintly of mint from her toothpaste. His tongue slipped between her teeth, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. Ivy's hand on his cock grew more urgent, her hips rocking against his hand as she moaned into his mouth. Ian could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn't want this to end yet. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for permission. Ivy nodded, her chest heaving with desire.

Ian slid down the bed, his eyes never leaving Ivy's as his mouth moved closer to her wetness. Ivy's pussy was beautiful, the folds of her labia swollen and glistening. He felt his cock throb in anticipation as he gently spread her legs apart. Ivy's breath hitched as his tongue touched her clit, the sensation sending a jolt through her body. Ian licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, the sound of her gasps filling the room. Ivy's hand found its way to the back of his head, guiding him, urging him to go deeper.

her moans growing louder. Ivy had never felt anything so intense before, the sensation of her brother's tongue on her most intimate parts was overwhelming. Ian felt a strange mix of love and lust, his mind racing with the knowledge that he was bringing his sister pleasure she had never experienced. He licked and kissed her pussy, his hands exploring the soft flesh of her thighs. Ivy's legs quivered, and she knew she was close.

Ian felt Ivy's hand tighten in his hair, her body arching towards his mouth. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it only made him more eager to taste her. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat enveloping him. Ivy's breath hitched, and she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. Ian watched her face, seeing the pleasure contort her features into something beautiful and wild. He sucked on her clit, feeling it pulse under his tongue, and Ivy's body began to tremble.

Her hips bucked against him, and Ian knew she was close. Ivy's moans grew louder, filling the room with their incestuous rhythm. He slid another finger into her tight pussy, curling it upwards, hitting the spot he knew would make her scream. Ivy's nails dug into his scalp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ian," she moaned, his name a desperate plea. "Oh God, don't stop." The words only spurred him on, and he lapped at her with renewed vigor, his other hand playing with her clit. Ivy's body was a symphony of sensations, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she approached climax.

Ian could feel Ivy's orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his digits. He sucked her clit hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Ivy threw her head back, her breasts bouncing as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through her. The feeling was indescribable, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her soaring. Ian watched, his own arousal reaching fever pitch, as Ivy's body shuddered and convulsed. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the Ian's room walls, and he knew she was there. Ivy's orgasm washed over her, a torrent of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for breath.

With a final, desperate cry, Ivy's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, Ian's hand still buried inside her. He felt the warmth of her release on his fingers, and the taste of her on his lips. Ivy's eyes remained closed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ian slid up beside her, his cock still rock-hard and demanding attention. Ivy opened her eyes to find her brother's gaze on her, his face a mix of awe and hunger. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her thumb tracing the line of precum at the tip.

Ian's breath hitched as Ivy leaned in, her lips parting. He watched, transfixed, as she took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Ivy's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ian had to fight not to buck his hips and push deeper. Ivy's hand moved up and down in time with her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin lightly. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, and Ian felt himself getting closer to the edge.

Ivy's eyes gleamed with excitement as she took more of him, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She knew exactly what she was doing, her movements calculated and precise. Ian's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands clutching the bedsheets tightly. Ivy's other hand found his balls, her fingers rolling and tugging gently, adding another layer to the sensations coursing through his body. Ian's hips began to move in rhythm with Ivy's head, his thrusts growing more urgent.

Just when Ian thought he couldn't take it anymore, Ivy stopped, her teeth grazing his cock as she pulled away. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief, a smear of precum on her bottom lip. "Not yet," she whispered, a smirk playing on her mouth. Ian groaned in frustration, his body begging for release. Ivy climbed off the bed, her naked body a vision that left Ian's mouth watering. She sauntered over to the dresser, her hips swaying with each step. Ian watched, his heart racing, as she opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

She turned back to face him, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you inside me," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But not just yet." Ivy climbed back onto the bed, straddling Ian's hips. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him deeply. Her hand found his cock again, her thumb smearing the lubricant along his length. Ian's eyes rolled back in his head as Ivy began to stroke him once more, the cool gel easing the way for her hand. Ivy's own arousal was palpable, her wetness coating her thighs and the bed beneath her.

With a wicked smile, Ivy shifted, positioning the head of his cock at her tight asshole. Ian's eyes went wide, a mix of shock and excitement. Ivy leaned forward, her hand still wrapped around his dick, and pushed him closer. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice a soothing murmur. Ian took a deep breath, feeling the tip of his cock press against the unyielding ring of muscle. Ivy pushed back, her body enveloping him inch by inch. The feeling was tight, foreign, and utterly exhilarating. Ivy's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she took him deeper.

Ian could feel her body tense around him, the tightness of her ass unlike anything he had ever experienced. Ivy's hand moved from his cock to her own pussy, her fingers working herself as he filled her ass. She was so wet that the sound of their bodies coming together was obscene, a symphony of flesh and need. Ivy took a deep breath and pushed back again, taking the last of him inside her. Ian groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as he fought to keep from moving too fast. Ivy's body was a vice, squeezing him with every breath she took.

Her eyes met his, and he saw the challenge in them—a silent dare to take her, to claim her in the most forbidden way possible. Ian leaned forward, his hands moving to her hips, and began to thrust into her. Ivy's eyes never left his as she rode him, her body moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him seeing stars. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of her tight ass clenching around him as he slid in and out. Ivy's breathing grew ragged, her moans becoming louder with each thrust. Ian knew he wouldn't last long—the pressure was building in his balls, and he could feel the beginnings of his climax.

But Ivy had other plans. She reached back and slapped his hand away, taking over the rhythm herself. Her hips began to move faster, her ass bouncing against his pelvis with every movement. Ian watched, his eyes wide with amazement, as Ivy used her own body to milk him for every ounce of pleasure he had to give. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and he could feel the heat building inside her. Ivy's hand moved to her clit, her fingers dancing over the sensitive bud as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

With a sudden move, Ivy pulled off him and rolled over onto her back, her legs spread wide. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. Ian didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with lube and her juices. Ivy's pussy was soaking wet, and he slid in easily, filling her up completely. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, a deep, guttural moan escaping her lips. Ian began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Ivy's body responding in kind.

Her nails raked down his back as he pushed into her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Ivy's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight and begging for attention. Ian leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Ivy's hips arched off the bed, her pussy tightening around him. The feeling was incredible, the way she was taking him, demanding more with every move she made.

But Ivy was the one in control. She stopped him again, pushing him onto his back as she straddled him. This time, she was the one in charge. Ivy's hips rocked back and forth, her pussy swallowing his length with ease. Ian watched, his eyes hooded with lust, as Ivy's breasts bobbed with the motion. He reached up to squeeze them, his thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. Ivy's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back as she rode him, her body moving in a dance of pleasure.

They switched to position 69, Ivy's mouth on his cock and his on her pussy. Ian had never felt so alive, so connected to someone. Ivy's taste was intoxicating, and he greedily lapped at her folds, eager to make her cum again. Ivy's head bobbed up and down, her throat taking him in as far as she could. Ian felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke of her mouth. Ivy knew he was close, and she wanted to feel his release in her mouth once more.

Her own climax was just out of reach, but Ivy pushed herself harder. She wanted to feel his cum on her tongue, to taste his pleasure as it spilled from his cock. Ian's hips bucked upwards, and Ivy knew he was about to explode. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep into her throat. Ivy felt the muscles in her ass clench around his tongue, her body responding to the intensity of his touch.

And then, it hit her. Ivy's body spasmed as a second orgasm ripped through her, her pussy contracting around Ian's tongue. He groaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Ivy felt his cock swell in her mouth, the head growing sensitive as he neared his own peak. She sucked harder, her hand pumping his shaft, eager to feel him come apart in her mouth. Ian's eyes squeezed shut, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back.

With a final, desperate groan, Ian released. Ivy felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed instinctively, taking him in. The taste was salty and bitter, but it was the culmination of everything they'd shared that night, and she didn't want to miss a drop. Ian's hips jerked, and Ivy took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She moaned around his cock, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him fill her mouth.

Her pussy clenched around his face, and Ivy knew that she was lost. She gave in to the pleasure, her body bucking as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. Ian's tongue was relentless, flicking and lapping at her clit even as he came. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a muffled scream, her throat full of her brother's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the taboo act only heightening the intensity of her climax.

The taste of Ivy's orgasm mingled with the bitter saltiness of his cum as Ian spurted into her mouth. Ivy felt the warmth fill her, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him dry. Her own body was shaking, the tremors of pleasure still coursing through her. Ivy had never felt so alive, so in tune with someone else's pleasure. Ian's cock pulsed with each spurt, his hips jerking involuntarily. Ivy could feel him getting softer, his orgasm subsiding, but she didn't let up.

When Ian was finally spent, Ivy pulled away, her mouth and chin glistening with their shared juices. They lay there for a moment, panting, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire. Ivy collapsed beside him, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. They were both spent, their hearts racing, but Ivy felt a strange sense of satisfaction—like she had claimed something precious from her brother, something that was now uniquely theirs. Ian looked over at her, his eyes still glazed with lust, but there was something more—fear, perhaps, at the realization of what they'd just done.

They lay there for a few minutes, neither one of them saying a word. Ivy reached out, her hand brushing against Ian's chest. His heart was racing beneath her fingertips, a testament to the passion that had just played out between them. Ivy leaned in, her forehead resting against Ian's shoulder, and she felt his body relax slightly. They were so close, their skin sticking together from their shared sweat. Ivy's hand moved to Ian's cock, now soft but still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. She stroked him gently, feeling the velvety softness of his skin. Ian's breathing evened out, his body responding to Ivy's tender touch.

Finally, Ivy spoke. "That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the right words. "It was everything and more than I ever imagined," she finished. Ian nodded, his eyes still closed. Ivy propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. "What are we going to do now?" she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Ian took a deep breath, his eyes finally meeting hers. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that I can't stop thinking about how good it felt." Ivy felt a thrill run through her at his words.

They lay there for a few more minutes, the silence stretching out between them like a tightrope. Ivy's hand stroked Ian's chest, her fingernails lightly scratching his skin. His eyes remained closed, but she could see the muscles in his jaw working, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts. Ivy leaned down and kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his in a gentle caress. Ian's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto hers. "I don't think we can go back to how things were," he said, his voice low and serious. Ivy nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I know," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "But maybe that's a good thing." Ivy knew that she had been the one to push the boundaries, to show Ian the depth of pleasure that awaited them. But now, with the reality of their actions staring them both in the face, she wasn't so sure he was ready for the consequences. Ian's hand found hers, his thumb tracing circles on her palm as he searched for the right words.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for guidance. Ivy took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort. "It means," she began, "that I can show you everything. I can make sure you enjoy every moment of this, no matter how weird or wrong it feels." Ivy leaned down and kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting herself on him. Ian's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, as if he could hold onto the moment forever.

Her hand found his cock again, stroking him back to life. Ian was a quick learner, and Ivy could feel his excitement growing with each touch. He was still hard, still hungry for more, and Ivy felt a thrill of power at the knowledge that she could do this to him. She broke the kiss and slid down his body, her mouth leaving a trail of fire on his skin. When she reached his cock, it was standing at attention, eager for her touch. Ivy took him in her mouth again, her movements sure and practiced. Ian groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked him back up to a frenzy.

This time, Ivy was gentle, her movements slow and deliberate. She savored every inch of him, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deep. Ian watched her, his eyes filled with love and lust. Ivy knew she had him—mind, body, and soul. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened with every suck and lick. Ivy felt like a goddess, her power over him absolute. She pulled back, her hand taking over where her mouth had been. Her strokes were slow and teasing, her thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. Ian's hips rolled, his body begging for more.

They moved in unison, their bodies speaking a language that only they understood. Ivy's hand slid down to his balls, cupping them gently, her thumb moving in time with her hand on his shaft. Ian's breath hitched, his eyes closing as the pleasure mounted. Ivy leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his skin, her mouth hovering just above his cock. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. Ian's eyes snapped open, and Ivy took him in again, her gaze never leaving his.

Ian watched, his eyes wide, as Ivy's body enveloped his. Ivy's eyes never left Ian's as she climbed on top of him, her hand guiding his cock to her waiting entrance. She slid down, taking him deep inside her, her pussy stretching around his girth. Ian felt himself fill her up completely, her warmth wrapping around him like a glove. Ivy's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to move. Her hips rolled and circled, her movements deliberate and slow, drawing out every sensation. Ian's hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing the curves of her hips as she rode him.

Their bodies moved together in a dance that was both familiar and taboo. Ivy leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Ian's chest with every movement. Ian's hands found her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, rolling and pinching until Ivy's breath grew ragged. Ivy leaned down, capturing Ian's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled together, their breaths mingling as they moved in perfect sync. Ivy's moans grew louder, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Ian could feel Ivy's pussy tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she approached another orgasm.

"Cum in me," Ivy murmured against his lips, her voice a desperate plea. The words sent a jolt of desire through Ian, his cock twitching inside her. Ivy's eyes were dark with lust as she watched him, her body begging for his release. Ian's hips began to move faster, his thrusts deeper, as he approached the edge. Ivy's hand slid down to her clit, her fingers working in time with his movements. "Please," she moaned, her voice a sweet torture. "I need to feel you fill me up."

Ian felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable. Ivy's pussy was a tight, wet heat that was driving him insane, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He reached up, his thumb brushing against her clit, and Ivy's body tensed around him. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came, her muscles contracting around his cock in a vice-like grip. Ian couldn't hold back—he erupted, filling Ivy's pussy with his hot cum. Ivy's body milked him for every drop, her muscles fluttering around his shaft as she rode out her climax.

When it was over, Ivy collapsed on him, her body limp and boneless. Ian's cock was still buried deep inside her, the warmth of her body enveloping him. Ivy's head lay on his chest, her breathing ragged and uneven. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an intensity that made his heart race. "I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. Ian felt his heart stutter—the words were unexpected, but somehow, they didn't feel wrong.

He stared into Ivy's eyes, searching for any hint of regret or doubt, but all he found was raw, unfiltered emotion. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Ivy's eyes lit up with a joy that made his chest ache. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But in that moment, Ian realized that he didn't want to. Ivy was his sister, his confidante, his best friend—and now, his lover. It was a strange, twisted love, but it was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

Double Shot

Now I realize that my mentality isn't pure. Although I'd want to believe it's just a typical man's imagination, I can now state with certainty that even a fleeting thought of mine may cause a sailor to flush, all because of what happened recently. My perspective has changed, as if I were looking through a different lens, and if there's one thing I can say with certainty, it's that one's perception is crucial. It can change the meaning of the most fundamental things. A reddish hue is achieved. Tears turn into sweat. Instead, sexual relations devolve into incest.

Maybe "filthy mind" is a better description. All that matters are the details. As befits my profession, I take a one-point view, similar to a snapshot. But it wasn't until lately that this shadow side, or id, as Freud would put it, started to seep into my work, subtly impacting both the subjects I photographed and the reactions they received. It's ironic that this sinister path also had innocent beginnings.

My interest in photography evolved into something more substantial than just a hobby. A camera was always present in my family's lives when I was growing up. There were more picture albums than books scattered over the house. There was graphic documentation of every significant life event, no matter how small. Under the cellophane, in binders on shelves, is a record of every significant event in my life, from my sister's first steps to my graduation, birthdays, holidays, and family trips. Behind the camera, my dad would take pictures whenever he got the chance. Looking at these moments via a lens instead of his own eyes makes me wonder if he truly experienced them. Despite his immense talent, I find it funny to reflect on my childhood recollections of my father mostly accompanied by the sound of clicking and flashes of light.

I overcame my fear of the camera and began to include photography into my everyday life. I suppose I inherited my dad's keen eye for photography, because I was an instant pro with a camera. I felt completely at ease with the lighting and framing. The manual for my first SLR, which I received when I was sixteen years old, was something I devoted every waking moment to learning. Everything from ISOs to F-stops to shutter speeds was crystal clear to me. Thus, this became my vocation, as one could expect. I adapted to the changing times, but my heart always belonged to film.

I began offering my photographic services as a freelancer the moment I earned my bachelor's degree and the years passed. The publication of numerous senior projects in multiple local and one national magazine gave me a great head start, although the process was far from easy at initially. After this, I moved into the city proper from my parents' house, which was on the outskirts of San Francisco. I was fortunate enough to have a lovely apartment that served as both my studio and my home, and good fortune continued to smile on me. You can see that I seemed to have everything under control, but occasionally things can derail your plans.

Dinner with the family was a weekly occurrence. For generations, it had been a tradition in my family. There were four of us, and we were all rushing to set the table while passing cheerful small talk about. I overheard my mother as I was pouring the wine and making jokes with Dad about my latest photo shoot.

With the pasta in the sink, she spoke to Kayle and asked, "Have you told your brother yet?"

Kayle glanced at me and shook her head in disapproval. "Mm-Mmm."

My sister and I exchanged looks, and I said, "One sec. pops." "What's up?"

As she settled into her seat, she rolled her eyes. Thanks, Mom. It's a bit of a revelation, but I was planning to wait until after dinner.

"What is happening?" Again, I inquired.

"Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity," my dad added as he started servicing himself.

My mom poured herself a glass of wine and snuggled back, saying, "Let her tell him, Charles."

"You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, Kayle took a deep breath and turned to me. The reaction has been really encouraging, and I've been enjoying myself immensely while doing it. Like you and photography, I have an innate talent for it. Especially for curvy women like Mom and me, I have a great sense of style that is flirtatious and enjoyable.

"Something for girls with curves," Pops said with a laugh, raising his glass to his lips.

Hey there, Charles! As a result of Mom's napkin swat, Dad flinched.

Irrespective of its intended meaning, Dad's remark was nearly spot on. My sisters and mother were both physically attractive, but I hadn't paid much attention to their figures. They aren't overweight because of their yoga practice, but they do have the curvaceous figures that men tend to find appealing.

"Anyway, I've been immersing myself in this, and last week, my professor shared some images of my work with her buddy, and they were absolutely thrilled!" They asked to see more, and I want to blow them away."

"Holy crap, Kayle! That's awesome!"

She was absolutely overjoyed. "I know, right?" she exclaimed. A broad smile spread across her lips, and her emerald eyes gleamed with delight. "Right now, they're only interested in a handful of my pieces. I have a swimsuit, a few tops and shorts, and a summer dress. My next goal is to showcase my abilities and take it to the next level in terms of presentation and style. So, Jason," she began to manipulate her cutlery around her plate. "I was wondering..."

"You want me to be your photographer, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay you. It would mean a lot to me, and you are the best photographer I know."

"Sis, don't worry about it. We're family; I got your back." I cracked up. We need to know: "So, what are your thoughts?""

"I was considering a trip to the beach. I thought it would be the perfect setting to showcase my spring and summer wardrobe. It's just a thought."

In response, I grinned and said, "No, I like it." "Have you thought about models yet?"

Wide eyes widened in her. She grabbed her mouth and said, "Oh no, I completely forgot." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Sorry, Mom! I keep swearing around you."

Mom dismissed it. "Honey, I keep telling you; you're twenty-one. You're an adult."

"I know. It's still weird."

I asked, "When did you want to do it?" I was trying very hard to return to the subject.

"What?" Kayle asked me directly. "Oh, I was hoping by the end of next week. I don't want the offer to grow too cold, you know."

I said, "Gotcha," while thinking deeply. "I don't know who I can grab with this kind of notice. How many girls do you need?"

"Just one. I want to keep it simple."

"What about you?" Dad inquired of Kayle. "This is your line. You're a lovely girl. Couldn't you do it?"

"I don't have any trouble doing it. Hell, I wear the clothes anyway, but isn't that a little tacky to showcase your line like that?" Kayle inquired.

My hand shook in disapproval. "I wouldn't recommend it. You want it to appear like your line is for anyone and everyone. That message may not come across if all they see is you in your clothes."

"Hell, then use your mom."

Another smack from her as she yelled out, "Charles!" on him.

"What? Why not?"

My gaze sped up to our mom in an instant. She is Kayle's source of charisma, although I never gave her any attention. Her mixed Irish and Japanese ancestry showed in her beautiful features. Her shoulder-length, crimson hair was always cropped short. The wine may have brought out her lovely skin, pink cheeks, almond-shaped green eyes, and petite frame. Oh, I must admit, she would be ideal.

"Oh, that would be so awesome, Mom! Please! It's just a couple of dresses and swimsuits!" cried Kayle.

Like, "Swimsuits, nice!" I said in jest.

"Jason!" Mom shot me an icy stare.

"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just the photographer." I burst out laughing. "I'm sure they're not harmful anyway, Mom. It's not like your daughter's been spending hours crafting bikinis."

As the room fell silent, Kayle shrank into her chair.

"Aren't those bikinis?" Mom inquired.

A bashful nod was Kayle's response.

I looked over to my mom instead of Kayle. There was a hint of unease that I could detect. "Well, Mom," I shrugged and said. "I'm down, if you are. It's always exciting to work with a new model. You game?"

She stole a quick look in my direction, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the glint in her eye. Mama shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "The things I do for my kids," she quipped, gulping down her drink and nodding in agreement.

Kayle and I were back in her office, which was formerly our basement, an hour after we had replenished our glasses and eaten. Postcards from different style periodicals now adorn the freshly painted walls. Sewing machines and many sizing mannequins now fill the spot were my initial dark room stood. It is life, I suppose.

"They're right over here," she remarked, snatching a movable clothing rack. With a series of mumbled yeses and noes, she organized the hangers into her desired arrangement. At last, she took a few and spread them out on her desk.

Her sigh betrayed her agreement. "What do you think?"

I inquired, "You did all this?" as I went to retrieve a coral summer dress.

She sipped her wine and fidgeted before saying, "Yup." "That's one of my favorites."

After placing it down, I took up another. "This is incredible, Kayle."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Absolutely. I'm impressed, seriously. Are you sure you have enough time to size them all up for Mom?" I put forward.

She grinned. "They shouldn't be that far away," she remarked with a smile. Do you see the garment mannequin?" I call her Lucy," she said, gesturing toward a mannequin outfitted with measuring dials.

I arched an eyebrow. "A baby named after Mom, huh? That's interesting. Guess who you had as your first model? Mom.

"Indeed," Kayle said with a proud grin. A few years ago, I made sure it was the perfect size for her. As she studied her reflection in the mirror, she remarked, "I use myself for most of my work now, but we aren't too far off from each other."

I arched an eyebrow as I lifted one of her bikinis and said, "That's convenient because you don't have much room to work with on some of these." She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror.

"Not ashamed of showing off a little skin, I see," I said to myself.

“Hey, you know me,” she said with a smile. Display it proudly if you have it.

My mother is going to show it off, therefore I'm worried about you.

Then she shrugged. "If it sells my goods, I have no problem with her showing hers," she said with delight.

As she giggled, I felt compelled to roll my eyes.

In the mirror, she saw me, and her expression softened.

"Thank you for doing this, Jason. It means a lot to me," she stated in response. "And, even though she won't say it, it means a lot to Mom, too."

"You're welcome," I remarked before halting the process of hanging the garments back. Oddity seemed to be in her words. "Wait, why do you think it meant a lot to Mom? Isn't she-"

As she faced me, she scolded herself with a shake of her head.

Saying, "It's nothing," she continued. "Forget I said anything."

"Wait a minute, Kayle. Come on. What's going on?"

She inhaled deeply. What does that mean? "It's strange," she remarked. "It's like... She's just happier when you're around."

"Mom? But she's always happy."

With a shrug, Kayle dismissed the question. "Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure. I mean, she seems more so around you, but you're not here much and Dad is. I think something is going on between the two of them."

I put my glass down. "You think they're fighting?"

Shaking her head, she expressed her disapproval. They never do it in front of me, but I can hear their murmurs through the walls, so I know they are there. That's not true, though.

While dining, they appeared to be alright. They were behaving in the same way, you know?

"Even though they say we are adults, they still try to keep things from us," she said, making eye contact with me. I think they're trying to play it cool. Some kind of tension is continually permeating the atmosphere, and I have no idea what it is. Sincerely, most are passed on from Dad. His workday ends late, he goes out, and he returns home late again. Night after night, he comes here, but... Its nature eludes me. I don't even think they're having sex anymore. They were really animated when you left for college, but they haven't done anything in over a year. She shook her head in disbelief. "Really, it must be frustrating for her."

"Kayle, I am grateful. I can finally get some rest tonight after hearing about our parents' lack of good bedside manners.

I was hit on the arm by her. "Listen, Jason, I'm being very serious right now. I'm worried about her.

"And for Dad, no?" That's what I inquired.

I looked up at her as she said, "Not really. I know it's kind of messed up to say that, but I feel like he's leaving her high and dry here." She tapped the side of her glass for a bit before continuing to speak.

With a sigh, I said, "There's a lot of guesswork involved."

According to Kayle, "You're right, it is," but she couldn't provide an alternative explanation, so she just shrugged. I wouldn't be shocked if Mom is the sole reason they haven't split; she's always the one who seems to be the most upbeat. Her wish would be for us to remain a close-knit family.

"You might be right."

Kayle swirled her drink and remarked, "I think I am." I was taken aback because I didn't see any tears as she stared into my eyes. "That's why I think it's good that she's doing this."

"What makes you say that?"

With a shrug, Kayle dismissed the question. She drank deeply from her wine and said, "She just... You're her boy."

With a smile on my face, I acknowledged Kayle's comment, and I promised myself that I would not dwell on the possibility that our undersexed mother had romantic sentiments for me.

Oh no! Annoyed, Kayle moaned, "That's not-"

Yeah, it's alright. My response, "It's effortless," elicited yet another slap from her.

"You always joke."

"Hey, I can't help it! It's just my thing."

With a roll of her eyes, she finished her drink. "Fuck it. Thanks for agreeing," she muttered as she made her way back up the stairs.

Even though I was only joking, the talk really affected me.

The three of us collaborated on the shoot's logistics. We talked about Kayle's background in hair and cosmetics styling before she discovered her passion for fashion. We chose to go to a beach north of the city since we knew it would have beautiful waves crashing against the rocks for our location photos. This was a place we were somewhat familiar with from a family camping trip we took there many years ago.

After waiting a week, the day of the shoot finally arrived. That morning, I had a brief concert in Oakland, so I arrived home right before we had to leave. Before calling it a day, we aimed to capture both the sun rising and setting in beautiful photographs. So far, everything appears to be going swimmingly.

I yelled out, "Hello!" as I walked into the house.

"We're back here," Kayle called out, and I overheard my words.

Sitting on chairs facing each other, I discovered them in the master bath. As Kayle, clad in pink tank top and black yoga pants, delicately applied Mom's mascara, a white robe adorned Mom.

She said, "Hey, bro. You hear what I'm saying?" as she went about her work.

"No, what's up?"

"Your dad won't be able to attend," declared Mom. "His client is having a... I don't remember. He won't be there."

I glanced at my watch and thought, "Oh well, it stinks for him." "How are we doing here?"

Kayle raised Mom's chin and said, "I'm just touching up her makeup and I just finished her hair."

"How's it looking?"

I knelt down next to them. "Not bad," I remarked.

Mom grinned and exclaimed, "What a charmer!"

Giggles ensued. "No, seriously, you're stunning, Mom; you know that. What we need to do now is accentuate her best features. Make it pop, you know?"

Asking, "And what are my best features?" my mom raised her eyes to mine.

Even though it wasn't necessary, I checked her over. "I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating. Even a natural pout."

She raised an eyebrow and added, "And what about beyond my face?" for emphasis.

Gesturing subtly, I nodded. "I'll leave that one to our fashionista here."

Kayle glanced at Mom's expression. "Okay, so focus on the eyes and lips."

Mom decided to give it a go. She got to her feet and reached inside her bag for a few things. She swiftly shifted her attention back to us with a series of flicks and gestures. "Better?"

I took one final look at her. Her appearance was perfect.

"Gorgeous."

She beamed and gave me a kiss.

"All right, let's pack it up."

Within five minutes, we had hopped into the vehicle.

The day we chose was perfect. Partially overcast skies let brilliant beams of light shine through any crack they could find. During that time, my mom, Kayle, and I spent the hour-long drive in my SUV. Kayle was in the back seat, perusing my portfolio, while I was in the passenger seat, starring out the window, as we wound our way along the twisting coastal route.

Jason, you've got a range here, Kayle remarked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, looking over at her in the rearview mirror.

"All these crazy photos you've done. Models, foods, nature... Is this a riot? Where was there a riot?" I turned to gaze at her.

"It wasn't a riot. It was a protest. I took that picture last year when I went to Madrid with Garry and Elliot. I gave you that statue, remember?"

She glanced back at the pictures and said, "Oh yeah." "It's on my dresser. Holy sh*t, I've seen this one before! You didn't take this!"

Reflecting on the past, "Which one?"

"This Lady Gaga one."

A chuckle came out of me. "No, it's me. They got published, and I think that's how you saw it."

She said the word "bull."

"It is! I was friends with an aide, and she passed on the recommendation. I kind of like you and your gig. It's all in who you know."

In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Mom's smile.

"Wow, you must be blowing up there. How many shoots do you do per week now?" inquired Kayle.

"It varies. The number can range from five to six during a busy week. A slow week, if any. Keep in mind, I tend to book things further out than just a week."

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah. That's a lot. There's a lot of work between shoots. Preparing and organizing beforehand is crucial, not to mention the duration required for post-production editing."

Kayle jumped up and down in her chair as she shut the portfolio. "So what's the craziest shoot you ever did?"

She caught my gaze again. "Craziest? What do you mean?"

She smirked and said, "I am unsure. It doesn't matter."

Thoughts of "craziest..." raced through my mind. Sitting next to me, Mom seemed to be getting more engaged. "You know, probably that Lady Gaga one."

Looks like I let my sister down there—"Really? That's it? Nothing spicier or anything like that?"

"Spicy? Well," I was prompted to consider. "I've done a couple of swimsuit ones before."

"So swimsuits are considered spicy, then?" she inquired.

"No, not really," I said, turning back to Kayle. "But sometimes... I mean..." "Wait. What do you mean?"

She laughed and said, "You know, like lingerie or no lingerie."

"What exactly is boudoir?" I inquired.

"Yeah. Is it ever done?"

Our mother chuckled quietly as I stole a quick glimpse in her direction.

"I must admit, I've never really considered it, to tell the truth."

"I disagree! It was on your mind.

"Do you really need me to tell you that mom is in the car?""

"She said I could cuss."

"That's not what I was getting at." I said. "I don't think we should talk about this with her here."

Mom appeared to enjoy my suffering as she said, "Don't use me to get rid of the questions."

"You see?" Kayle said with a gleam on her face. My mom is really curious!"

Aw, you two are so crazy. Sure, I suppose I have considered that. I understand. Honestly, I don't see it as a top priority. Are you joyful?"

"Why not?" Kayle asked with a confused brow. What you're saying is that you wouldn't be interested in taking nude images of a girl for money.

I met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror and said, "You know what? This is not the time for me to have this discussion. Why don't we shift gears?

"Alright, but I'm not going to let this slip my mind," she said as she sunk into her seat.

With a heavy sigh, I shifted my attention back to the road, saying, "I know you won't." travel route. The fact that a sharp turn was approaching made it all the more advantageous. I hardly touched the brake, but I did press down on it. It was as if gravity were tugging at our sides as we rounded the bend.

Relax, Captain," Mom murmured, her hold on the armrest firm.

Out of nowhere, my gear started banging together, and then I heard a resounding clang coming from behind, followed by the whir of metal. hang out. There was a separation.

A self-reprimanding "Shit!" escaped my lips. "Kayle, could you please investigate what that was?" thing"

Then Kayle unbuckled her seatbelt and rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she responded. "But try not to stare at my ass."

At first, I made a joke about "no promises," but the rearview mirror quickly became known for its name.

I was in the rear seat when I noticed my sister's shockingly flawless posterior framed by her black yoga pants. The road bumps accentuated her curves, and I couldn't help but wonder why there wasn't a line separating her pants.

She glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of me in the mirror, at which point she wriggled her ass and rolled her eyes. What a little tease!

I overheard someone on my right saying, "Jason, would you mind maintaining your focus on the road? I hope it's not too much trouble for you.""

Then I added, "Sorry, Mom, but she's-"

"And Kayle, please stop teasing a brother."

Once Kayle got back to her seat, she said something like, "Okay, Mom," before glancing up at the mirror and sticking out her tongue.

"Is the rear end running smoothly? That's what I inquired.

"Yeah," she responded, "I believe your tripod failed to stay upright." As she held out the component, she explained, "A knob thing came off and was rolling around. I'll fix it when we get there."

"Shall we wait for that to end?" I asked my mom.

As we veered off the freeway and onto a small lane that led down to the shore, I proclaimed, "Actually, here we are."

The beach was breathtaking, with huge boulders shaped into irregular and bulbous shapes that resisted the relentless assault of the waves. The surf was rough, with a layer of mist on top, and a strong wind whipped off the waves' crests before they crashed, creating an air that was heavy with salt, clean and fresh, and the temperature was just below hot, as if for a picture-perfect day.

I was mainly responsible for the dressing room kit, two big duffle bags, and my digital and film SLRs; Kayle was in charge of the clothes, and Mom had a makeup kit. If anyone had seen us, we would have been quite the sight as we marched along the sand, but we unpacked swiftly in an effort to conserve light.

Kayle exclaimed with amazement, "Oh my, Jason! This is absolutely stunning."

I grinned and said, "Thanks, Sis." Raising my finger to show Mom the slope leading back to the car, I said, "The campsite we used to stay at was up there." I couldn't help but think how long ago it was—maybe twelve years ago?"

"Fifteen," she remarked without raising her eyes to the sky, "I nearly forgot about it." Mom appeared to be laughing as if engrossed in a reminiscence as she beheld the rumbling waves.

As she dragged herself along, Kayle remarked, "Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," and she passed Mom and me by.

As the wind whipped about us, I couldn't help but giggle and hope they didn't spend too much time fixing Mom's. I looked over to ask her, but she seemed lost in thought.

"Hey Mom," I started, "how are you doing?""

"Um, what?"" she said, turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Simply musing.

"No problem," I said with a smile. Is everything okay with you?"

A little anxious, really," she said while scrunching her nose. Hopefully, everything works out.

"Hey, we're going to blow it away between her outfits, my talents, and your beauty." Don't even stress."

"I know," she responded, her gaze fixed below. She sprang out of her thought process when she shook and said, "It's just... no matter." "So... any pointers?"

"About what? Modeling?"

"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she responded. At last, the source of my sarcasm was brought to my memory.

I playfully said, "Oh, okay. Fuck off then," as I observed her huge smile and wide eyes widen in surprise.

She smacked my arm and said, "Watch your mouth, young man!" between fits of laughter.

"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I interjected.

"No, I said it's okay for your sister. I never said it was okay for you, Buster," she pointed out. "Now come on, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before, so what do you suggest I do?"

For my part, I just shrugged. "To be honest, we won't be deviating too much from the standard." We aren't aiming for opulence or glitz; that's not our style. We strive to radiate a sense of playfulness, confidence, and allure. Someone instructed me to pose with one finger gaped open. "I've actually been thinking about it, and I think you've got the perfect personality to showcase with this line-up, so basically, just be yourself."

An eyebrow was arched by her. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"

It made me laugh. "Oh, well, we'll be doing poses." . Do whatever makes you happy. First, act on your impulses. Let me be your guide if you need me.

With a sigh, she gazed into my eyes and said, "Alright, Mr. Director. "I'm at your disposal," she said with a smile.

Kayle seemed to sense a break in the conversation and spun around to ask, "So, where are we going to do this?""

"Over there. Around the bend is this picturesque cove that I believe would be perfect.

Rounding the bend, the wind nearly died down as we reached a very isolated stretch of very isolated beach, bounded by a big rocky outcrop that kept the mountain back from the water; the waves smashed, huge, glistening rocks lay in the wake, shooting out enormous columns of water.

"Oh, my! Wow, this is just fantastic! My sister's eyes sparkled as she chimed in.

And I returned the smile, saying, "I'm happy it was to your satisfaction. We can arrange this. With only a few hours of daylight left, we must accomplish a great deal.

Everything was resolved in no time at all. We erected the changing room in no time at all, even weighing it down with some loose pebbles. We were not in the mood to run into the water in pursuit of some shower curtains now that the wind had risen up. After making sure that all of the suits and dresses were smooth and wrinkle-free, Kayle positioned her makeshift garment rack adjacent to the room.

"Alright, Mom, I've got something special for you. This red polka-dot summer dress," Kayle shared with her. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."

Mom entered the changing room with a smile on her face. While she was getting dressed, I checked my tools.

I exclaimed, "Damnit. It looks like the tripod's busted after all," before dropping the device on the beach.

According to Kayle, "Is that going to be a problem?"

My hand shook in disapproval. "Not really. It It probably wasn't really needed anyway, but I always like to have options. I can fix it back at the studio." I picked up my computer. digital. "Almost ready?"

Right on time, Mom came out of the dressing room exclaiming, "Ta-da!"

Whistling came naturally to me. Adorable and sleeveless, the dress had a V-neckline that was nearly too deep and a skirt that fell just below the knee. She resembled a B52 in appearance. She resembled a B52 in appearance.

"So," she muttered as she ascended. "How do you want me?"

"Just do what you're good at," I told them. "You're at the beach. Go play."

She swiveled her head to wink, smiled, and dashed off racing through the shallows, sending sand and water flying in her wake.

As Kayle chuckled and prepared herself for the next look, I yelled out, "Oh sh*tsh*t," and chased after her frantically.

It ranks up there with the most enjoyable shoot experiences of my life. Her inherent talent shone through as she effortlessly transitioned between several poses. Action pictures, power stances, and sensual seductions were among the poses we managed to capture. She would lie down on the beach or do aerial acrobatics. Either wide shot, showing her perched precariously on the precipice, or close-up, showing her nervously biting her lip and staring intently into the lens. We went from one dress to another and then some more without a hitch. Blouses, skirts, Bermuda shorts, and boys' clothing. We were just machines, switching on and off like a switch. That beach experience was, hands down, the most memorable one of my life.

We have finished the initial looks! That's good news, Big Brother!" Kayle yelled out. Kayle came up to me and shouted as I looked over the camera's images.

I raised my voice and exclaimed, "That's awesome!" from the ground. "We have some awesome ones that I think you're going to adore," I said while checking the time on my watch. "It looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."

"Absolutely, no problem," she responded. She was thinking about something.

Whoa, I thought, "She's changing?"

Kelley gave a subtle nod in agreement. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first swimsuit. And actually, about that..."

I turned off the camera. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit."

"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."

"Then, what is it? It's too skimpy for mom."

Well, no. I mean, sure, it's somewhat exposing, but she seems to be fine with it. To put it simply, she didn't shave her underarms. Kayle gestured towards her privates.

"Are you coming back? I blinked."

"Listen, she feels a twinge of shame because of that. In my opinion, it will be easy to fix when you get into the photo editing software.

"Is it terrible?""

"Honestly, I doubt she's ever done that," she said, tapping her foot. "It's cute, but it's still puffing the fabric. Would you like to see it?" she said, her voice trailing off.

Is it less strange that you're interested in my mom's buttocks?"

She glanced at me, shrugged, and chuckled. "I really don't know." She moved to leave, but before she did, she asked, "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway, so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look."

This is insane! Permit me a moment. I pretended to be pursuing her, but she had already arrived.

"This is me, Mom. I informed Jason about the issue, and he is here," Kayle replied, her gaze fixed on me.

"Oh, great," Mom murmured behind the curtain.

Kayle gave me the signal to talk.

I scowled at my sister before shaking my head and said, "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I listened to Kayle claim that you're worried about... Kayle made fun of my comment about how "we're adults; at least you and I are." I went on to ask, "Do you want me to take a quick look?""

Uncertain, she said, "I don't know."

"You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some are really solid," I shrugged as I glanced at Kayle. We can conclude this week and get to the rest next week.

A resounding "no!" Can you believe it? These things have to be in by Tuesday," Kayle muttered.

With a "Sorry, Kiddo," I addressed Kayle.

Honey, it's all right," Mom sighed, and we could hear her. I'll simply attend to it here. Would you happen to have a pair of scissors on hand?"

"Yeah, I have." Kayle's expression turned horrified. "Shit," she exclaimed, hastily making her way to her makeup bag. "Oh my!" Ripping through her little pink bag, she started to shred.

Hey Kayle, what's the matter? That's what I inquired.

She froze and raised her eyes to meet mine; "I fucking left them on the counter." She continued, "I'm an idiot."

Is that so?That's what I inquired.

"Yup," she agreed, her jaw clenching. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. I remember setting them down after final touch-ups." She chuckled to herself. A complete greenhorn.

"Listen, it's not a big deal," Mom said, her voice echoing back to us. I was surprised that we were having such a critical discussion over Mom's pubic hair; I mean, who knew we could just tuck it in or something? I had to shake my head in disbelief.

That ignited a thought, for some reason.

"Oh my god," I whispered, "I believe I've found something."

Deflated, Kayle looked up.

"What?"

"I have a bag in my car."

"Do you happen to have scissors on hand?""

"No," I informed myself. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."

Kayle arched an eyebrow and said, "Return?""

“I apologize.  I disagreed and shook my head. "My college friends term it that." I had gotten an overnight bag that included a shaving kit. It may be somewhat nearer than you'd want, Mom, but I'm hoping it will solve our minor issue.

The excitement in Kayle's eyes grew as she asked, "Really? How serious is this?""

"Yeah," I replied, gesturing toward the dressing room. "Would it be alright with you, Mom?"

I felt a little silly inquiring about your mother's feelings about an unexpected pussy shave. What a thrilling day!

Her sighs reached my ears, and she finally said, "I suppose we really do not have a choice."

"You are the absolute best, mom," Kayle said with a beaming grin." Alright, I'm going to go get the kit," she added, turning around to leave.

A lightbulb went off: I had more stuff in that backpack than in a razor set.

"Why don't you allow me to..." I began, "Kayle."

Jason, I understand. I was going to bring some items up to the car anyhow. "I'll be right back," she said, snatching a knapsack of garments and galloping over to the vehicle.

I am Kayle! I said this while trying to close the gap between us. "That's not all I have in my bag. This is a weekend kit.

Her grin widened as she halted and circled around. "Is this it? At this very moment?""

Nodding my head, I said, "Let me just-"

"Oh no," she exclaimed. "I see now. You accompany Mom and see that everything is set up.

The settings were locked, and all I had was time to kill, but I still knew I couldn't dissuade her.

She should find it beneath the passenger seat; I gave her the keys while shaking my head. An itty-bitty black purse.

Be right back, she said with a smile. "Nice."

She returned in within five minutes, sprinting up the stairs as if she had just cleared home plate from a grand slam.

"Is she presently present?" Her question was rhetorical.

As she went out, Mom responded, "No, honey. I'm getting a little claustrophobic."

As she held out the kit—a little black bag about the size of a shoebox—she said, "No worries, Mom. Guess what I got?""

As she studied the bag, Mom's hands were on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she sarcastically murmured. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers tapped against her hips. "I've never really shaved myself before."

I inclined my head to the side while Kayle did the same. I must admit that I was stumped for an answer; asking her about her level of expertise had never even crossed my mind in this context.

Then what?" Even in college?," Kayle inquired. "And so on?""

As Mom waved her hand over her privates, she shook her head and said, "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." I couldn't help but laugh since I finally understood where Kayle gets her funny motions from.

"Wow, Mom," Kayle exclaimed, "you're even more shy than I anticipated. How about not even waxing?"

Yes, I have considered that, but at this time it just isn't feasible, is it? She spoke.

"I suppose not," Kayle moaned. "So, would you like me to take it on?""

I had to pretend to be really bewildered because what the fuck is happening?

"Kayle, look out. No problem at all. I simply must know. Can you believe it? Put my words out of your mind. At Mom's signal, she snatched the kit.

“Mom, it's alright.  No problem with that. So long as you don't unintentionally cut yourself here, I'll take care of it.

"Kayle..." Mom began to say.

My sister discreetly placed the kit behind her arm. "You know what? You can handle most of it, and I'll be there to help with the tricky areas; let's just move over there, behind those large boulders near the lake. We'll have some pleasant solitude, and Jason will stay way, way away.

My mom caught my eye.

They were waved away as I shrugged. "Hey, you girls, do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."

Mom shook her head and cast her gaze downward.

"Oh, screw it," she lamented. As she strode behind the rocks, she admonished my sister and me, saying, "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two."

I shouted out, "Scouts honor," as I watched my sister skitter away in her wake.

I attempted to divert my attention by meticulously verifying the settings and cameras. I could see clearly through the glasses. I got the ISO just right. My memory card still has plenty of space. The fact that I had been doing nothing more than killing time was now completely apparent. The catch is that I had to do that same thing. Every time I took a break, my mind would wander to what was happening beyond those rocks, so I had to find something to do to keep myself occupied. In light of the events of the day, gloomy ideas distorted my creativity.

My mom was probably sprawled out on the beach or perched on a big rock, legs spread wide, swimsuit bottoms undone. She stared at my sister, her gaze locked into her buttocks. Kayle's fingers pressed firmly into the delicate flesh of Mom's buttocks. I picture her face so near that I can almost smell the woman she is. A razor delicately scraped through the froth, delicately touching her delicate skin.

Little is said by them. Braced for what lies ahead. Their breathing gets more labored. Long. It's almost touching Kayle's face. Just a few inches separate her mother's privates. As her lips gently apart with each beating, she can make out a hint of moisture. It's as if it were beckoning her inside, inviting her in.

Kayle draws nearer and nearer, her gaze riveted on the object. With every passing second, the aroma of her mother's perfume envelops her. As Kayle's temperature rises, her breath becomes hotter and more profuse, sweeping over our mother's most sensitive areas before rising to her moist and delicate vagina and shimmering clitoris. They feel a shiver run down their spine as they ride the deep, dark waves of ecstasy.

With a gentle movement, Kayle's tongue slides out from her parched lips and advances, pleading for a taste of the salty meat.

"Hey Jason! Tell me, are you sound asleep?" Kayle asked.

All of a sudden, I was transported back to the here and now. Please tell me what that was.

I shouted out, "Shit! Sorry," while clenching my jaw. "All done?"

Kayle was approaching me while carrying Mom's towel.

Her face lit up as she chipped in with a "Yes, sir!" she said. A crimson flush spread over her face and body. "That was so wild. I've never studied a vagina so closely for such a long time. I must admit, Mom's got a nice little cunt."

It would have been fatal for me to drink anything.

I yelled out, "Jesus, Kayle!" to clarify.

"What? She does."

"I'm going to add that to the list of weird shit I didn't expect to hear today."

Evidently pleased with herself, Kayle tossed off the towel. "I must say, I am truly impressed," she said as she released it into the wind and delicately placed it on the beach. She ran her finger up and down her pelvis and said, "I don't think it's a big deal, but I didn't give her a complete clean sheet. I left a little race track right here because I think it's a little hotter."

"How'd you do that without scissors? You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

As Kayle plopped herself down on the towel, she laughed, clearly enjoying my misery.

I draped the camera over my neck. "Where is she now?"

Pointing to the rocks, she raised her hand. She tilted her head to look, and she said, "Moisturizing her lady bits." "And there she is."

As soon as I turned around, our mother stepped up in a form-fitting, deep-red suit. If she had previously aimed for a happy glow, her current expression was one of tantalizing mischief. Her skin bore a little tan from the day's activities, giving her a toned appearance. Her hair is now styled in a bun, with a few stray locks adorning her collar and drawing attention to her neck. It seemed like her breasts were bigger than I remembered, squeezed close to her torso. They hung from a wide strap that was wrapped around her lengthy neck, and two half cups kept them firmly in place. As her long, seductive legs moved, her arms caressed her sides. As she attempted to keep her better balance, I could make out a tiny sway of her hips.

My jaw was tightening with concentration.

She confidently approached me, stopping with a small hop as if to stand up, her back straight, and her chest protruding. Knowing that she looked good was second nature to her.

The woman answered, "Awaiting orders, sir," while making a small salute with her hand.

I gave her a friendly nod and invited her inside.

"Dear God, you look absolutely stunning!" I murmured to myself.

She seemed to blush slightly, and I could see it.