“Lotus position,” I heard her say, which didn’t make any sense. But she explained herself as usual and before I knew it, Kurt was sitting up in the middle of the bed and I was straddling his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. The heat of his erection branded my belly and when I looked down, I could see pearly drops of precum beading at the head of his thick cock.
Kurt saw where my eyes were directed and his tan face got a little red. “Sorry, Mel, I can’t seem to help it. Not with you so close and so…”
“So naked,” I finished for him. “That’s okay, Kurt. It’s…kind of flattering, in a way.”
He looked relieved. “Glad you see it that way.”
“It makes for a better shoot anyway,” I said, smiling at him. “After all, you want the reader to think we’re actually about to…to act on some of these positions. That wouldn’t be possible if you weren’t…uh, ready.”
“More than ready,” he growled, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, which I had no problem with, but Lisa interrupted us again.
“Closer.” She motioned with her hands. “Come on ‑‑ I want the reader to believe he’s really inside you, Mel. There’s no way that’s possible with you sitting so far away.”
I had thought I was already pretty close, but I did my best to please her. Wrapping my arms around Kurt’s neck, I slid forward until my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest. But what made us both gasp was what happened below ‑‑ when I pressed so close to him, the pose we were holding very nearly became a reality.
It probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been so wet, but there was nothing I could do about that. As I pressed forward, my pussy lips parted, and the thick shaft of Kurt’s cock slid into position between them, inside my slippery folds. He wasn’t in the right area to actually enter me ‑‑ the plum-shaped head of his cock was at the top of my slit, pointing at my belly button. But his thick length was rubbing against my sensitive clit, and my pussy lips were wrapped around him in an intimate embrace I had never intended.
We both froze and I began to pull back, but then Lisa was there with her camera saying, “Good, excellent, exactly what I need,” and clicking away. I had a hard time meeting Kurt’s eyes as shame and desire warred inside me. This was so much worse than having his fingers inside me. We were very nearly fucking ‑‑ it was by far the most realistic pose we had been in yet.
Kurt spoke first. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as I hung on to him for dear life, trying not to notice how good it felt to have my pussy opened by his hard shaft. “So wet and so hot.”
“What do you expect?” I snapped, totally embarrassed now. “After the way you were kissing me and…and touching me earlier?”
He didn’t seem offended by my irritable tone. “So you liked it when I fingered your pussy?” he murmured. “Did it turn you on, Mel? Did it make you hot when I stroked your clit and put my fingers in your cunt?”
My heart was jackhammering again as I fought keep control of myself. My breath kept wanting to come in short little pants, like I was running a race uphill. It was all I could do to keep my voice low and even when I answered. “We had to get the best shot,” I said, not looking at him and deliberately ducking the question. “She wanted to get a picture of you…touching me, so you had to touch me. That was all.”
“But you liked the way it felt when I fingered you? It made you wet ‑‑ right?” he persisted.
“What do you think?” I demanded. Deliberately, I raised and then lowered myself so that his shaft and the broad head of his cock slid over my slippery folds and the throbbing bud of my clit. Kurt and I both groaned at the extra stimulation, and I knew his shaft was probably coated with my pussy honey by now.
It was a single motion to prove a point, but Lisa noticed it at once. “That’s good,” she said excitedly, still snapping away. “Do that some more ‑‑ act like you’re riding him, Mel. Kurt, put your hands on her waist and help her move ‑‑ both of you get into it.”
What could I do? I braced my hands on Kurt’s broad shoulders and began to slide up and down. I’m sure from her perspective it looked like he was actually inside me, like we were actually fucking, and even though we weren’t, it was still almost more than I could bear. The friction of his shaft against my clit was delicious, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again as I bounced on his lap. But once again Lisa intervened.
“Slower now,” she directed. “Long, slow strokes. This can be almost tantric ‑‑ if you do it right, you can make it last for hours. Slow it down.”
We did as she asked, Kurt raising and lowering me against his shaft as though I was light as a feather. He moved slowly, with a controlled intensity that made me wonder what it would be like if we ever really did make love. I knew it was wrong to think like that, but when he looked at me with the burning need in his deep blue eyes I couldn’t seem to think of anything else. More than once the head of his cock came dangerously near the entrance of my pussy. Once, I thought I felt just the very tip of it enter me, but Kurt pulled back quickly. Still, I knew he was coating the inside of my pussy with his precum and I was glad I was on the Pill.
“I love to feel you wrapped around me like this,” he murmured as he glided over me. “Love to feel how hot and wet your pussy gets when we touch.”
“I can’t help it,” I whispered back, biting my lip. “I mean, you’ve got me all spread open and…and you’re rubbing against me. Of course it makes me wet. The same way it makes you hard.”
“You make me hard anytime I’m around you, Mel,” he murmured. “And we don’t have to be doing this for it to happen. Although it certainly helps.” He captured my lips again for a long, slow, sensual kiss as we continued to move. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, since Lisa hadn’t asked us to kiss, but since she didn’t object, I reasoned with myself that it probably made a much better picture and we should just go on.
Just as I was thinking that he tasted delicious ‑‑ kind of like salty cinnamon, Kurt moved from my lips to the side of my neck. He lapped and sucked at the sensitive skin, making me groan helplessly. From there, he moved down to my nipples. Ducking his head, he caught one of my tight buds between his lips and began to suck and nip gently, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my entire body.
I threw back my head and pressed my chest forward, offering him easier access. It felt so good I couldn’t think; all I could do was feel. And there was so much to feel, his hot mouth on my sensitive flesh, his hard, naked body pressed against my own, and his naked shaft stroking over my clit until I thought I was going to go crazy with need.
“That’s good, Kurt,” I heard Lisa say through the haze of passion that was clouding my brain. “Play with her breasts, make the most of that face-to-face contact.”
Kurt moved to my other nipple, lapping gently at first and then sucking fiercely, making me gasp and moan. And the entire time he continued to raise and lower my hips so my open pussy kept gliding over his cock. The slow, sensuous movements were a different kind of torture from the faster ride I’d had earlier. Kurt’s actions were so deliberate and purposeful that I had nothing to do but hang on to his shoulders while he fake-fucked me. Nothing to do but wonder what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside me for real.
At last, just as I was reaching the edge, Lisa called a halt again. I was beginning to wonder if she had a sixth sense about when someone was about to come, and the unresolved sexual tension inside me was getting to be too much to bear.
“Okay, you two, just a couple more before the break,” she said. “Classic missionary first.”
I couldn’t believe she’d actually named another position I knew. Feeling vulnerable all over again, I lay down on my back and beckoned for Kurt to lie on top of me. He didn’t hesitate for an instant, and as his big body settled on top of mine, I experienced a strange feeling of rightness, almost as though we were coming home in some way. It just felt so good to wrap my arms and
“This okay?” he asked, thrusting his hips to indicate the way his shaft was sliding over my open pussy.
“Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly. “Just…be careful. It would be easy to…to go too far this way.”
“Like this?” He slid downward so that just the head of his cock was lodged at the entrance of my pussy, and I moaned. With one hard thrust, he could be all the way inside me, filling me, fucking me as we had been pretending to do for over an hour now, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do but spread my legs and let him in, nothing but open myself and let him fuck me.
“Kurt,” I murmured, and there was a pleading in my tone that made him stop.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I won’t. You know I won’t, Mel. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“That’s okay,” I told him, kissing him softly. “I just…want to be careful. That’s all.”
“All right.” He kissed me back and then Lisa was calling for a new position.
“This one is called the plow,” she explained, when she had me on my back with Kurt kneeling in front of me. I had my legs over his shoulders and I was looking up into his eyes, wondering what was next. As it turned out, she just had us hold the pose for a short while because it was, as she said, “hard to fake.” “It’s good for deep penetration,” she explained. “Makes the woman feel utterly dominated because the man takes total control. But unfortunately, there’s no way to hide the fact that Kurt isn’t really inside you.”
I wondered if she was waiting for us to volunteer to do those penetration shots, but if so, she would be waiting a long time. We were already going a lot further than I had ever planned on going, and that would be just a step too far, in my opinion.
We did a few more variations on the man-on-top position, one with me laying at the end of the bed and Kurt standing over me as though ready to penetrate me, which Lisa called the “stand and deliver,” and another, rather uncomfortable pose where I was supporting my body on my shoulder blades and heels with my ass high in the air. This was the “modified missionary” and I had an ache in my lower back when we were finished taking pictures of it. I wondered briefly what was left for the contortionist couple Lisa was calling in if she had me doing poses like that.
Through it all, Kurt and I continued to touch in the most intimate way, his cock rubbing casually against my open pussy, but never quite entering me, as we tried position after position. It was getting to be more than I could stand, although it didn’t seem to bother him. Every once in a while, if the position allowed, he would reach out and cup my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples until I moaned. Lisa didn’t tell him to do it but she didn’t discourage it, either, and since I knew it would make for a better, more passionate shot, I didn’t object. I just bit my lip and let him touch me, knowing that I wanted his hands all over my body almost as much as he wanted to put them there. It was wrong, but it was still only simulated sex, I comforted myself. After all, it wasn’t like we were fucking for real. His cock wasn’t really even inside me ‑‑ just sliding against me. And letting Kurt rub his hard shaft against my swollen folds while he stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples in order to get the perfect picture wasn’t such a big deal. Was it?
Before I could answer that question, Lisa called for a break.
Kurt and I separated reluctantly, and both of us put our robes back on and sat on the side of the bed, drinking water from plastic squeeze bottles and trying to pretend we hadn’t just spent the last hour breaking the unspoken rules we’d spent the last five years trying frantically to not to break.
“You two are doing great now that you’re all warmed up,” Lisa said, patting my knee and smiling. “In fact, I like the two of you together so much, I want to ask you for a little something extra. What do you say?”
Kurt and I looked at each other uncertainly. “Well,” I said at last when it became clear he wasn’t going to speak up. “What exactly does a ‘little something extra’ involve?”
Chapter Six
“The first chapter of the book is all about preparing your lover for sex,” Lisa explained, taking a pull from her plastic water bottle and adjusting her thick glasses on her nose. “I was going to use some of the shots of Kurt touching you that I got earlier, but there’s a chapter on oral sex as well. Now, I know how you two feel about going too far on film,” she said, raising a hand to stop us before either Kurt or I could object. “But I’m not looking to go all out here. I just need a few softer pictures of genital kissing. Something sweet and affectionate. You two seem to be crazy about each other, and I think your feelings would translate well to film. What do you say?” She looked at us, one eyebrow raised, and Kurt looked at me.
“Mel? What do you think?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. I realized that he was leaving the decision completely up to me and had a moment of panic.
“Do, uh, would you like to?” I asked him haltingly, feeling my cheeks grow hot with a blush.
“Very much,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke my cheek. “But only if you want to.”
I made a decision I hoped I wouldn’t regret later. “We’ll do it,” I said, turning back to Lisa. “As long as it doesn’t get too, uh, involved.”
“No, no, just something soft focus and gentle, that’s all I’m looking for,” she assured me. “If you’re both ready, we can get back to it.”
Kurt and I nodded, and then we had to shed our bathrobes for the second time that day. It was harder this time, although I didn’t know why. Lisa’s staff was so quiet and unobtrusive that I hardly noticed they were there anymore, and Lisa herself couldn’t have been more professional. I think it was because I had been letting the forbidden feelings I had for Kurt expand in the past hour or so like I never had before. I’d been squashing those feelings for a good five years, and it was scary to realize how quickly they could take root in my heart and grow once I let them. I stole a quick glance at my stepbrother, wondering if he felt the same, but Kurt’s face was hard to read. His deep blue eyes were faraway as he shed his robe and joined me on the bed.
“Okay,” Lisa directed, putting down her water bottle and picking up her camera. “Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed and Melanie sitting between his legs on the floor. Let’s go, people.”
We did as she commanded, and soon I was eye to eye with my stepbrother’s impressive equipment. I had been feeling his cock rub against me for the past hour, but this was the first time I’d gotten a chance to examine him closely and I liked what I saw. His shaft was thick ‑‑ I mean, really thick ‑‑ almost the circumference of my wrist at the base, and he was probably somewhere between nine and ten inches long when fully erect, which he certainly was now. The plum-shaped head was still beaded with pearls of precum, and I wondered how much of that slippery fluid he’d gotten inside me while we were fake fucking earlier. For some reason, the idea of his precum ‑‑ or his cum for that matter ‑‑ going inside me, actually shooting inside my pussy and filling me up, was an incredible turn-on. I could feel myself getting wet and hot again just thinking about it, and I wondered if Kurt had imagined it too.
Unfortunately, Lisa didn’t seem to feel the same way I did. “Wipe it off ‑‑ get rid of it,” she said, motioning to the pearly drops on the tip of Kurt’s cock. “This is going to be a highbrow book ‑‑ we have no place for cum shots,” she explained when we looked at her questioningly.
Kurt reached between his legs, but I beat him to it. “Let me,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft.
He blew out a breath and stared down at me as if he couldn’t take his eyes off me touching his cock. “Sure, Mel. Be my guest,” he breathed.
I didn’t know where I got the nerve, but before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and lapped the head of his cock. His warm, musky flavor, slightly salty and a little bitter, exploded across my tongue just as I heard the click of the camera.
“Excellent,” Lisa murmured, adjusting her lens. “Again, please, Mel. And this time kiss it.”
I pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to the head of my stepbrother’s cock and then got even more daring and twisted my tongue around it, licking him like he was a sucker I wanted to taste. This made him produce even more precum, which I licked up greedily so he wouldn’t get in trouble with Lisa. I heard Kurt’s breathing speed up as I tasted him, and I was tempted to take even more of him in my mouth. Of course, he was too long and thick for me to get him all the way in, but I did the best I could and before I knew it, I was actually bobbing my head and giving him a blowjob. Kurt buried one hand in my hair and watched avidly as his thick shaft slid between my lips, the broad head hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. Through it all, Lisa continued to take pictures of me going down on him, but I was so into the moment I barely heard the clicking of the camera anymore.
Kurt was groaning deep in his throat, and I felt incredibly powerful, incredibly hot, hearing him gasp and moan as I sucked him. He had always been so annoyingly in control of himself and every situation from the minute I’d met him that it was a real power trip to make him lose that control, even if I did have to suck his cock to do it.
Oh, my God, sucking his cock. I’m sucking my own stepbrother’s cock! The thought made me stop in midsuck, feeling guilty and wrong, but Lisa was already calling a halt anyway.
“We have more than enough of that,” she said, fiddling with her camera. “Mel, it’s your turn on the bed. Kurt, get between her legs.”
I felt incredibly vulnerable as I settled myself on the bed. Kurt seemed to sense my tension because he parted my thighs gently, rubbing up and down my legs with his large, warm hands in long, soothing strokes.
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