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"She was on top of me, and I was just about to enter her. She took hold of me, and somehow the back of my cock brushed her pussy hair, and I shot everywhere!" I explained to Sally about my woeful attempt to lose my virginity.

Sally's laughed hard her head falling on my bed from her sitting position, 

"It's not funny I'll never get another chance to screw Gemma," I lamented from my chair.

"Of course you will, why didn't you hang around for a second coming?" laughing at her own pun.

"She had to go out, and I've been warned off from seeing her again by Mrs Leighton," I informed. I was unable to convey the gravitas of the situation as Sally went back to reading one of my girlie magazines.

"You're not listening!" I demanded.

"I am, It's just that I think you're taking this way too seriously. There will be other's," she predicted as she took too one particular model running her fingers over her shapely body.

"You know I'd love to pose naked like these girls, she dreamily uttered.

"I've always wanted to pose as well," submitting to Sally's train of thought, "it looks and feels sexy to be exposed like that."

"Hey, it was my idea," Sally sniggered as I had barged into her fantasy.

I laughed, "At least there's a demand for nude photographs of naked girls like you, who would want to see my scrawny flabby body?"

"It sounds like Mrs Leighton does for a start," Idly opined Sally as she flicked over a page to look at another model. "Are you going to take her up on her offer?" she casually added.

The offer to have Mrs Leighton in every conceivable sexual act played over in my mind. "You can fuck my ass, tits, mouth and pussy anywhere, anytime," she offered, which blazed into my imagination but seemed implausible in the cold light of day. There was also the added complication of Father already tending her sexual needs.

"No, I want Gemma, I'm just going to let things settle and get back to her," I revealed a plan that instantly got Sally's attention away from her magazine.

"Don't you think you're obsessing a bit too much over Gemma?" 

I wondered about Sally's motive as I had seen her naked in bed with Gemma having her pubes trimmed. 

"I do know about you and Gemma," I made known with a low voice.

"Know what?"

"That you're sleeping together." 

"Oh!" sighed Sally, "How long have you known?" She slowly asked full of apprehension.

"I saw you in the studio," I admitted.

"You were the peeping Tom!" Sally blurted in shock, "You were wanking watching us perform!"

"I was looking at Gemma," I clumsily excused.

"You cum on the window!" Sally exclaimed as she remembered more of her morning's activities.

"I thought the windows needed a polish," I weakly joked in the onslaught of Sally's outrage, which I found hard to fathom. Only a few days ago, she had been riding my fingers and letting me lick her pussy.

"Oh god, we love the same girl," moaned Sally as her understanding of the situation rendered itself, "What are we going to do? We can't both have her?"

"I thought you said it was wrong to be obsessing," hitting back at Sally's hypercritical indignation.

"Oh, bite me!" she exclaimed in frustration.

"Gladly," I smiled, "get your panties off."

"Fuck off!" Sally yelled, throwing a pillow at me.

I ducked the pillow and laughed until I saw that Sally was distraught. She returned to my girly magazine roughly turning over the pages at speed until her emotions split over. 

"Why am I looking at this crap?" She raged as she threw the magazine across the room. Her head went into her hands, and her shoulders lightly shimmered as she started to cry. I went over and put a hand around her shoulder to console.

"Come on Sally I don't want to fall out over this." 

"How long have you known?" 

"I had my suspicions when you kept looking at my Girlie magazines," I confided hugging her closer,

"I just liked the idea of posing, was that all that gave me away?"

"That and you sucking Gemma's tits," I joked causing a mini fury of Sally's fists aimed at my balls!

I laughed and covered up.

"Oh, don't," she pleaded in embarrassment.

"It's okay, I only saw the last bit where she trimmed your pubes," I goaded her on, "I must say she did a good job from what I saw."

"Stop it, or I'll rip your balls off!" she jokingly raged reaching out for my testicles once again.

I curled up in a ball to protect my prize assets laughing as Sally tried to probe my defences. She lay on top of me, attacking again and again until she fell upon me in failure.

We lay back on the bed together after our exertions. "Did you really look at those books for the poses?"

"Yeah, I really like the idea, I know you think it's weird, but it's a fantasy of mine."

"To be showing off your bits and pieces in suggestive poses?"

"I like the idea of being naked before a photographer demanding me to pose and being in a magazine with men looking over my body."

"Really?"

"Do you think it's strange?"

"No not at all, I'd love girls to be looking at my body but who would want to look at me?"

"I know a few," hinted Sally instantly sending me into a whirl of sexual imagination.

"How do you know?" I quickly asked, greedy for any information.

"Oh, just Idle girls talk."

"Oh come on Sally you can't leave me hanging with a statement like that! Who?"

"I can't say offhand like that, you know what we girls are like once we start gossiping?"

"No! That's just it, I don't, tell me," I begged, making Sally laugh. 

"All the Cheerleader's for a start." 

"Oh, God! I'm going to have to start working out!" I joked immediately going to the floor and doing press-ups.

Sally laughed 

"Its not so bad," laughed Sally," I thought you looked good nude for a boy your age."

"Thank you," I countered, "But when have you seen my body?"

"In the bath," Sally said coldly.

"How have you seen me in the bath?" I asked, very mystified. 

Sally just smiled and went back to looking at my magazines as I wondered how she could have seen me in the bathroom.

"I don't believe you, what did you see?" I asked anxiously my mind reeling at the unknown. Sally smirked.

"I saw you masturbating."

"What else," I quickly returned.

Sally started to laugh, "There was one time you were dancing in your birthday suit, swinging your dick this way and that. Oh my god, I had a seizure!"

"Oh, no, How?" realising she somehow had a full view of the bathroom and had seen all my bodily explorations in my apparent loneliness. 

"I saw you exploring your ass," she laughed, "my you got your fingers right up there!"

"Oh, god!" I exclaimed and buried my head in shame, there was no telling what she had seen me do.

"Only kidding, I didn't see you do that," Sally laughed, "but it sounds like you did."

She had been guessing all along, and I stupidly gave away my personal antics. I decided to hit back, "No, I didn't, but anyway I saw you having your tits sucked by Gemma!" I let out, "And she loved your small nipples."

"Okay, okay, let's stop there, truce," anxiously declared Sally.

I smiled to myself; I had stood up for myself and managed to get to a position of parity in our sibling rivalry. We sat in silence again and went back to my girlie magazines. I noticed that Sally wasn't commenting on the girls anymore, and the atmosphere became tense. I decided to break the impasse. 

"You do know you've planted unimaginable scenes of your friends lusting over my naked body?" I sighed, "I'm going to be horny for weeks, I'm going to have a permanent erection."

Sally laughed, "I could take some photographs of you naked and let them accidentally on purpose get them to see them."

My head went into dreamland until Sis rudely shook me back to reality.

"Yes okay, you can do your lewd fantasies in your own time, you're with me at the moment, remember?" Sally laughed.

"You started it," I protested, "You brought up the idea of being a centrefold."

"Yes I did, and boy have you ran with it."

"Sorry I just think it's a great idea."

"I do too," casually declared Sally as she turned over another page of my magazine. I gathered my thoughts, making sure I had heard her right.

"You mean you'd really like to be photographed nude?"

"Yeah."

"Would you let me see them?" 

"Of course you'd see them, I want you to be the photographer."

Over the next few days, Sally and I planned everything for our photoshoot. The first problem was the camera. We decided on a Kodak Instamatic as it meant we could have the photographs instantly and not have the problem of developing them. Also, we could retake the shots if we were not happy with any of them. It also meant that there would be no negatives to worry about as we needed to be sure we could hide the pictures in a place of safety. 

We set a date when our mother would not be around so we could take our time. Sally selected a few magazines in which she was going to have at hand so she could remember all the poses she was going to go through. We planned to have enough film for forty photographs and stick them into two scrapbooks.

I sat in my bedroom, flicking through the magazines. Sally had put little markers on the poses she was going to adopt. I became immensely aroused looking at the models' poses and then imagining my sister in the same position. One picture was taken from behind with her on all fours. Her legs spread with her hand, reaching back to open her pussy and display her pink.

"Another pair of panties for you," Gaily announced Sally as she charged into my room without knocking. I caught the white undies in flight and instantly took a good sniff.

"Thank you, what have I done to deserve this?" I asked between a searching sniff of the fabric to find any girly moisture.

"It's a thank you for taking the pictures this weekend." 

"There's no need to thank me, it'll be a pleasure, I've just been looking at the pictures of the posses you're going to copy."

"Oh yeah, what do you think?"

"Hot! Very hot, I can't wait to start clicking." 

"You can wear your new panties, "Sally suggested playfully.

I opened the panties up and studied them, they were expensive, half patterned lace half silk.

"These seem a little smaller than Gemma's, whose are they, Sandra's?"

"No, they belonged to Liz," she happily declared.

"Liz! Oh wow, she's tiny, I doubt I'll be able to get them on."

I mused as I started to fold them for my special hiding place.

"Why don't you try them on?" 

"I will, when I'm in the mood," I said as I went on my hands and knees to find my cubby-hole for my panties collection.

"It looks like you're in the mood now," saucily declared Sally smiling at the bulge in my trousers.

"I know I've been looking at the poses you're going to adopt.

"Really, turn you on that much did they?"

I started to blush, not knowing what she was alluding to. Was it the pictures in the magazines or the fact I was imagining her adopting the poses?"

"Why are you blushing?" She laughed, "you're not going to get embarrassed when you shoot me in the nude, are you?"

"No," I stumbled.

"And you're not going to be embarrassed when I take some pictures of you?"

"Of course not, I'm looking forward to it," I firmly declared.

"So?"

"So, what?" I returned sprightly in bewilderment.

Sally sat on a chair just opposite my bed, crossed her legs slowly and leered at me mischievously.

"I'd like to see you in Liz's panties," she half teased half ordered.

I swallowed hard and stood upright my hand, holding Liz's panties over my protruding erection. Being naked in front of Sally would be embarrassing enough, but to be wearing panties as well would be pushing a hard limit. I looked away.

"Oh no, you're going to chicken out," sighed Sally in exasperation, "Oh well, at least we haven't wasted any money on a camera."

Her words said everything, if I didn't do as she asked the whole camera shoot would be cancelled, something I dearly wanted.

"You're blackmailing me?"

"No, I'm not I just don't want to be disappointed on the day."

"How do I know you won't chicken out?" I countered.

"I won't trust me."

Sally pushed the weight off her slim frame onto the other arm of the chair, crossed her legs and rested her head on her propped up arm. She stared expectantly, her eyes unblinking. I slowly undid the top button of my jeans, and her eyes widened as she licked her lips. 

She really was greedy to see my cock, which pleased me as I felt duty-bound to show her. My erection hardened as I studied her expectant face. Slowly popping the button of my fly one by one. Sally uncrossed and crossed her legs again, and the mere suggestion that she had panties on up the cave of her skirt made me push more blood into my already rampant penis.

I pulled my trousers and pants down with one yank and stepped out of them. I walked towards her to give her a better look at my appendage. She licked her lips again, which tantalised me enormously as she slowly ran her moist tongue over her ruby red lips. 

I slowly pulled back my foreskin to expose my hard, shiny purple head, causing Sally to swallow noisily. I ached for her to reach forward and take hold of my shaft, but instead, she just moved in close and studied me. I could feel her breath on my cock as She moved her head from side to side and then down to look under my balls, which were hard and gathered up.

Her huge eyes pivoted upwards without her head moving and stared at me.

"Panties." She whispered.

I groaned slightly as I was expecting more but knew I had to play by her rules if I wanted things to go further. My mind was awash with plans of pulling her legs apart and pulling her skirt up so she would pull me onto her, pushing her panties to one side and let me fuck her.

Instead, I turned back for my newly acquired panties. 

"Nice ass," quipped Sally with a giggle bringing me to a small blush. I returned and stood in front of her with the panties and stepped into them. I slowly pulled them up as their smallness was already gripping both my legs. I pulled them up over my balls, crushing them with their tightness. 

The waistband wasn't big enough to cover my cock head and snapped down hard upon my shaft.

Sally looked up at me and laughed at my awkward stance as the tight panties crunched my balls. 

"Then what do you do?" She asked knowingly. The implications were obvious; she wanted me to masturbate before her in panties. 

I needed no second clue and started to rub the silk part of the panties against my rock stiff shaft. 

I sighed as I worked up a bit of speed on my panty-captured cock while sis lay back enjoying the show. The crushingly tight gusset on my balls held my ejaculation back as I groaned when they caused my nuts to painfully grind together. 

There was one good thing about my reaction, and that was Sally thought I was emitting groans of pleasure, which in turn turned her on. I opened my legs to give myself some ballroom and stroked the length of my shaft from testes to the waistband. Sally's pupils dilated, and she slowly slid a hand up her skirt and started to rub. My eyes immediately lit up as I watched her hand under her skirt. It was too sexy for me to let pass and I asked the question. 

"Pull your skirt up!" I gasped. 

Sally giggled, "you want to see me panty wank as well?" she teased.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I squealed in desperation, "Please!"

Sally grinned, "Only on one condition."

"What, what, what?" I cried, causing much giggling from Sally.

"I'll let you watching me rub out if you guess the colour of my panties." She laughed.

"Oh come on, I don't stand a chance!" I begged.

"You have three guesses!" 

"OOOH!" I squirmed.

"Take it or leave it?" Sally challenged.

"White!" I snapped.

"Nope."

"Blue."

"Nope."

"Yellow!"

"Nope! Yellow? I don't even own a pair of yellow panties, are you sure you've been in my panty drawer?"

"Oh, give us a clue?" I begged.

"Okay, They're as dark as night?" she teased.

"Black!" I snapped.

"Nope!"

"What then?"

"Green!" she laughed out loud, knowing she had tricked me fully.

"That's not fair," With that, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing a curious lime green coloured pair of panties. Sally exaggeratedly shrieked in fake protest as I viewed her panties with the tale-tale signs of wetness around the gusset. 

She looked me in the eye and then slowly took the hem of her skirt and pulled it up out of the way.

I gasped in awe as she spread her legs as she went back to rubbing her panties on her clit. My breath went shallow as I stepped back, and rhythmically joined her in my own undie masturbation. 

My knees soon began to tremble as Sally let out little groans, her mouth barely open as she studied my cock. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick her. Already her hips were bucking in the frenzy of her rapier rubbing hand.

I sped up to join her as Sally started to make strange noises in time to her breathing. She looked me in the eyes, and it was all I could take as I ejaculated wildly into the air. Sally's eyes immediately glazed over as her hips trembled and then released to slow thrusts of her fulcrum as her orgasm kicked in.

We both cried in harmony as our passion flooded forth and then petered out. I fell to my knees exhausted, and Sally grabbed my head and pulled it over her lap.

I breathed in hard taking in the sweet aroma of Sisters moistened panties as she slowly stroked my head. 

"I can feel your breath on my." Her words trailed off.

"Sorry."

"No that's okay, it's nice."

Just then we heard a door slam, "hello, is anyone at home?" angrily shouted mother.

Sally jumped to her feet, quickly arranging her dress as I whipped off my panties. Sally giggled, 

"I hope they didn't squeeze your nuts to badly, I want you up and running for the weekend."

"I will don't worry about that."

"I better go and see what old moaners yapping on about," as Sally shot out of my bedroom.

"Wait, I'll be with you, I called out after her.

We both walked into the kitchen and saw Mother standing with an irate look on her face. She held aloft in front of her one of my orange sheets like a nocturnal sail.

"Sperm stains again!" she barked. I looked up to see the damming evidence of last nights ejaculate in the form of a thick line of translucent light white. I bowed my head in shame as did Sally in solidarity.

"Maybe if you used that big cock of yours for fucking girls rather than masturbating I wouldn't have so much washing to do!" 

"Mum!" I blurted in a weak effort to deflect her embarrassing wrath.

"A big cock doesn't make you a man! If you must cum fuck that whore Mrs Leighton or one Sally's friends!"

She threw the stained sheet at me and strode out, slamming the door behind her.

"What the fuck was that about? Gasped Sally, "did you hear her?"

I kept my head bowed mentally slaughtered by my mothers battering.

"How dare she talk about my friends like that?"

"Your friends, what about me, I've just been flayed alive in front of you?"

"That surprised me as well, but why now?" Sally deliberated, "I've known about your crusty sheets from when you first hit puberty."

"Sally!"

"Sorry, but why take it out on you now? I don't understand."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Shaken by the revelation that everyone but me knew about my masturbatory deposits. 

"Oh, come on, how could I?" 

"I don't know, somehow."

"It's just never said, all my friends have had brothers who left crusty sheets, their mothers and sisters just never talked about it."

I sighed in despair as I noticed Sally talked in the past tense, her friend's brothers had moved on, grown-up, got girlfriends and stopped masturbating or made sure they didn't stain the sheets.

"I suppose she going through a man-hating phase, being left by father and all."

"I know she's got it in for me being male, but how does she know my cock size?" 

Sally looked around as if some kind of spy was lurking in the recesses of our kitchen.

"Can I trust you?" she whispered.

"Of course you can." I instinctively responded.

"Yes, we all say that, but I really need to know if I can trust you to the depths of your soul." Sally earnestly pleaded with a gravitas rarely seen in her.

"Is it that serious?" 

"Deadly, our lives will be a living hell if you can't keep quiet. If you think things are bad now... If you don't keep this to yourself, the consequences are really dire."

As soon as those words were out mother stormed into the kitchen, letting us know she was still upset and strangely dressed in only her robe.

"Has anyone seen the bath salts, I left them by the fridge?" she accused loudly while scanning the room for the items.

"I've already taken them to the bathroom," Sullenly Informed Sally.

"Good, I'm going to take a bath, if anyone calls just take a message and I'll get back to them, I don't want to be disturbed.

Mother exited the kitchen, and the sound of her light steps was heard upon the stairway carpet. 

She had been to take long baths most days, which had puzzled me, but not enough to question her as it kept her poisonous personality well out of the way. 

"What is it with all these baths?" 

A mischievous grin spread across Sally's face, "What excellent timing."

With-in minutes Sally and I were in the dark of the attic, and a large door was opened, which I thought was a cover for the various tanks and cisterns. The loft was curiously dust-free with bright new rafters and beams erected for maximum space—a newness out of kilter with the rest of the house. In front of us was a large glass plate, refracting small rays of light from below. 

The glass plate was held in place by a crisscross of beams and also suspended by thick industrial cables. As we stealthily moved forward, I could hear the echoed refrain of mother singing amidst the backdrop of discordant splashing water. There was also an exotic smell seeping from the room below.

"Try not to breath that in," whispered Sally taking a hanky to hold to her mouth, "Its strong stuff."

I sniffed the air, trying to gauge what it was only for Sally to quickly grab my arm and mouth, "don't." 

Her face was distorted in an expression of danger. So I immediately followed suit and reached for a mouth covering of my own. 

We crept to the matted surrounds of the glass and looked down. There was our mother, naked taking a bath. 

"Don't worry, she can't see you, it's one-way glass." 

I looked down flabbergasted, not only was it one-way but it also magnified mothers glorious body. She looked almost touchable, as she lay back relaxed in the bath, 

I was stunned to see her smoking weed as she relaxed, surrounded by her perfumed candles.

"You have to be careful when she's smoking, that's some powerful stuff!" underlined Sally from behind her hanky. My mind was ablaze with questions as it was clear that Sally had known about this a long time.

I looked down with hatred at my naked mother, and enjoyed my revenge, silently ogling every part of her nude body. Her ample breast floated on the water as her head stretched back to relax on her folded towels. Her thick black bush was clearly outlined beneath the lime-scented water. 

"Good figure, don't you think?" whispered Sally, "fucking bitch with tits like that."

I smiled and looked down studying my mother's boobs, for all her anger, I had to admit to myself that she had a good rack and body to match.

"Come on, it's not safe to stay too long when she's smoking unless you want to have a little tug, you pervert!" she giggled.

"No!" I exclaimed in denial a little too loudly.

"Sssh!" Urged Sally and took my hand to drag me away from the window. She pulled me to the doorway and stopped looking down at me. I wanted to stay, a desire that had become evident to Sally as I became aware of my erection.

We crept along the attic and just before we made the ladder I saw another two-way mirror, this one was above Sally's bedroom.

"They can see you as well?" I pointed out in disbelief.

"That's right but don't get any idea's," She warned, "Anyway I'm aware of it so don't think you'll catch me up to no good," she chuckled.

We got back to the kitchen. "So who put those mirrors there?" I asked suddenly thinking of the logistics of the attic now my mother's naked body wasn't the issue.

"I don't know, but they both knew about them when they bought the house."

"How do you know that?"

"Just a hunch, think about it, why have I got the biggest bedroom in the house?" Sally argued.

It was something that had crossed my mind as I was stuck in a little box room of a bedroom. I argued the unfairness of it all but was rebuffed by a patriarchal front reinforced by a greedy Sally.

"So how come you know about the mirrors?"

Sally sighed and leant back on the kitchen chair and looked out into the far distance. 

"They were the catalyst for our family's break-up," she lamentably sighed. 

I was well aware the cohesiveness of our family was straining but put that down to the complexities and stresses gathered by the harassment of age. I thought all families were dysfunctional to some degree with only the prominent psychotic, deranged families unavoidably coming to public attention. 

It was all so subjective and who knew what twists, kinks and perversions that happened in the strict citadels of some shameful families. 

"Was it really that bad?" I contended observing that Sally had become emotional as she looked far out into the distance.

"Its why Father left."

I sat in the café uptown and looked at the camera I had just bought. I tried to read the instructions but other things weighed too heavily on my mind to take them in. Sally had become very reticent concerning the one-way mirrors in our house and how they led to father leaving. I tried to reason out every predictable scenario, but none of them had a plausible outcome. I soon started thinking about the absurd and ended up castigating myself for thinking something so ridiculous.

I stared into the street while casually sipping my coffee while all the nondescript people charged about their business. My eyes were drawn to a young blonde, the sun bleaching out the colour of her hair at her crown. 

I quickly recognised the face of Sandra, one of Sally's Cheerleader team. She peered into the café, trying to pierce the immediate reflections of the big front window. She saw me and carried on. I didn't feel slighted, as I had never had much to say to her anyway. She was a sombre girl who never joined in with the jokes and japes of the other girls. When the other girls sang 'Happy Birthday' to me flashing their pussies at me while performing a perverted can-can, Sandra was conspicuous by her absence. 

She walked on past the door but suddenly stopped and came back. She pushed in through the door and made her way to my isolated table in the corner of the café.

She smiled at me,

"Hello, mind if I join you?"

"Be my guest," I answered, waving my hand at the free seats opposite, "How're the rehearsals going?" 

"That's what I want to talk to you about," She answered shuffling to get comfortable while placing her morning shopping in the vacant seat next to her.

"That sounds ominous." 

"It's about Gemma," She declared with an air of authority making me feel as if I had something to answer to. 

"Why are you ignoring her?" 

"I'm not," I quickly denied. 

"So why is she close to tears most of the time?" Sandra aired caustically leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms. 

The thought of an attractive girl being close to tears over me was an alien concept. Could anyone really like me that much? There had to be a catch. It was true I was going out of my way not to bump into Gemma but only because of her mother's threat. 

The grand strategy in my mind was to keep clear of her while she was busy practising for the national Cheerleader trophy and come back to her in time.

"Is she distraught because of me?" I tried to affirm secretly flattered that I was the object of such a beautiful girl's affection.

"Yes!" Sandra heavily rubberstamped her answer, "Here, let me demonstrate. Put both of your hands flat on the table close together."

I furrowed my forehead quizzically and placed my hands on the table as asked. Sandra produced a line of thick string from her pocket and began to wrap my hands together in a figure of eight.

I watched on bemused, expecting Sandra to demonstrate some kind of physical metaphor. 

"Now!" declared Sandra forcefully grabbing the rope of my bound hands. It was now I realised I had sleepwalked into a trap, as I was helpless. Anxiety hit me far too late, and I tried to pull away until Sandra's other hand shot under the table and grabbed me solidly by the balls.

I jerked up in my seat as I cried out, only to be quickly pulled into place over the table by my tethered hands and balls.

"Quiet!" she hissed, or I'll twist these fucker's right off," she threatened with relish.

She eased her grip slightly, so I was on the edge of agony. She smiled wickedly enjoying her work. 

"Now why are you ignoring Gemma?" she examined harshly.

"I'm not," I managed to squeak before Sandra reintroduced her iron cast grip. I shuddered against the table and cried out, drawing the attention of the dinners in the café.

"You really want to lose these?" she hisses again, adding another quick squeeze to command my attention. "Don't think I'm worried about the customers here, I can twist these to oblivion before anyone can do anything."

"I've been threatened," I garbled through gritted teeth, sweat appearing on my brow, "Mrs Leighton has threatened to tell Gemma things."

"What things?" She demanded applying a bit more pressure.

"That she blew me!" I struggled to reply.

"Is that it?" Sandra gasped in disappointment, releasing her grip a little.

"Gemma would never forgive me," I gasped, taking in air and somehow direct it to my strangled testicles, "I'd lose her forever."

"Look!" reasserted Sandra reintroducing her clench on my throbbing orbs. "Gemma is the cornerstone of my cheerleader team, I can't afford to have her unhappy! Understand?" She underscored with a hearty squeeze."

"Yes!" I wailed.

"So what are you going to do?" Sandra demanded.

"Talk to her."

"And!" she squeezed again.

"I don't know, send her a card, chocolate, flowers!" I managed to cough out as she eased her vice on my balls.

"You'd better or else..."

I tensed up, expecting another attack. "Look there was no need for this, I love Gemma, you only had to tell me," I argued.

"But you weren't going to do anything, not quick enough for my team." 

"But Mrs Leighton?" I gasped as Sandra released my throbbing testicles.

"I'll tell you about Mrs Leighton, she's a sexual predator. Gemma won't be surprised she came onto you, she goes for anyone, she's insatiable," Sandra informed as she released my hands.

I half untangled half rubbed myself getting blood to flow back into my crown jewels. 

"So unnecessary," I bellyached in a low intonation. 

"It is necessary, she has to be stopped. She's ruining families, Gemma and my cheerleader team."

"How?" I uttered disbelievingly while remembering Mrs Leighton's implausible offer. Letting me fuck and abuse her in every single hole, where ever and whenever I liked. 

I slowly came around to Sandra's way of thinking; Mrs Leighton's offer was an absurd thing to say regardless if she'd go through with it.

"Think about James, she's fucking your father, your mother, you and she's even come onto Gemma."

"My mother, Gemma!"

"Oh yes and don't think Sally's safe for one minute, why do you think they were sleeping in the studio at the bottom of the garden, the woman's twisted?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, how do you know all this?" 

"Because Mr Leighton's fucking me, that's how!"

I leaned back and looked at the ceiling, still clutching my balls.

"Fucking hell!" I sighed confused about all the warped machinations that had been added to the mix of our family. A waiter came to our table, holding an order pad. His expression was one that was ready for trouble.

"Can I help you?" He inquired.

I sighed and looked to him my head still leaning back.

"Yes, can you tell me where the nearest florist is?"

The day had finally arrived, and I went downstairs after showering and putting on my bathrobe. I arranged the sofa and covered it in a silk blanket. I put potted plants and cushions and then placed the lights. I got the camera and waited. 

I skimmed through my editions of 'Playboy,' for any other ideas I could get from the scenes they had set. I heard the sound of the shower spraying and sighed a little in relief, as I knew it was a sure sign of Sally readying herself for our shoot.

She came down and entered the room in her white robe, her hair still slightly wet. She let out a large puff of nervous energy from her cheeks as she looked at the set I had created. 

"Good job," she congratulated quietly with her mind on other things.

I became aware of my erection pushing my robe and the odd glance down from Sis.

"Are you okay?" I asked, "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Just a glass of water please,"

I rushed to the kitchen and filled a glass and added ice-cubes. I had an idea to quell my ardour and grabbed a handful of ice and pushed it hard against my balls. I cried out a little as it gave me a surprising jolt. I suffered for as long as possible, hoping my erection would die down.

"James!" I heard Sally shout to my relief and disposed of the testicular ice cubes in the sink and took the drink out to Sally.

Sally looked lost and uncomfortable standing in her robe as I handed her the glass of water.

"I've decided to go against your advice and strip off gradually rather than work from nude up," Sally informed against what we had planned. From what I had read, models started off naked and added stockings panties and bras so their bodies wouldn't have any tight marks on.

"That's okay as long as you're comfortable," I soothed trying my best to relax her," If it will help you can put your corset, stockings and shoes on from the start."

"Do you mind?"

"Of course not, its paramount you feel relaxed, or else your nervousness will show in the photographs."

"Really?"

"Oh god, yes," I forcefully underlined.

"I think I'd better have a drink then."

"But you've got one," I naively blurted before catching on, "Oh a real drink, leave it to me."

Sally went to her bedroom to get dressed as I perused the drinks cabinet and poured large gin. I went to the kitchen and realised I had used up all the ice bar the few cubes that I had pushed against my balls. "What the hell, she'll never know," I added the ice and returned to our makeshift studio and waited for Sally to return.

Minutes later, she entered the room, her black stocking legs juxtaposed against the white of her robe. She looked more confident with her stance in high heels. 

"Here you go." I greeted as I enthusiastically pushed the alcoholic beverage into her hand. Sally gripped the tumbler and downed the drink in one go giving me no time to worry about my salty balls, distorting the taste.

"Another?" 

"Yes, please." She agreed, forcing the glass right back at me before spluttering into a laugh.

"What?" I asked, feeling a little insecure.

"You really don't know?"

"No, I don't tell me!"

Sally nodded downwards, and I followed her line of sight down to my midriff. My erect cock was protruding out from my robe again, and I quickly covered up.

"Sorry about that, "I blushed as I turned to get her another drink.

"Couldn't you feel exposed?" giggled Sally as I poured another drink.

"Your not the only one who's nervous," I laughed as I clumsily spilt gin around the glass.

"Did the drink taste, alright?" I mischievously asked.

"I don't know, it didn't touch the sides," Sally declared, "aren't you going to have a drink?"

"Oh no, I've got to remain professional. I have to make sure you're relaxed, the lightings right and I get that perfect shot," I pretentiously postulated as I stood upright.

"Professional! What with your cock staring me in the face!" We both laughed as Sally took her second drink more leisurely.

"There's that as well," I mused, "I don't want brewers droop in my pictures!"

"Fat chance of that."

The drink was already having its desired effect, and I felt confident enough to start turning on the selected lights and studying the poses in the magazines.

"Let's start off with this picture here," I suggested, "It's a nice introduction as you get to keep your panties and top on until you get warmed up."

"Oh god," sighed Sally," I think I'll need another drink."

"Coming up!"

As soon as the drink was delivered Sally had strengthened her resolve and boldly asked, 

"Okay Mr photographer, how do you want me?" 

With that, she dropped her robe, revealing her tight youthful body. Her lingerie of a purple and black silk corset, black stockings and black panties astounded me.

I gasped at my sexy sister before me.

"You'll need to put a top and skirt on for the first pictures," I instructed and turned to light the chair and put some obligatory flowers around on a table nearby.

When she was ready, I sat her in the chair, and she placed her drink of gin on the table beside her.

"Right I want to pretend you're just getting horny. So you spread your legs, pull your skirt up just to give a peek of your panties, and with your other hand I want you to push your blouse up and lightly caress the underside of your boob."

Sally giggled and did as she was told.

"I need you to spread those legs wider," I directed.

"But I don't spread them that wide when I get horny," laughed Sis.

"You do for these pictures, doll!" I joked, "right now look like your dying to get masturbating."

Sally started to laugh, "I don't know what that looks like?"

"Well I don't, just pretend." I clicked the camera doing my best not to laugh as Sally went through a range of facial poses. I waited as the picture slipped out of the camera and shook it to help its development.

"Let me have a look," impatiently asked Sally as I saw her image come into view.

I hardly had time to scan the picture before Sally took it out of my hands. 

"Not bad," she gushed, "Gemma will love that."

I smiled to myself knowing who Sally imagined looking at herself in a state of undress.

"Right, slip your hand into the top of your panties as if you're starting to have a rub. Also, push your blouse right up so we can see your bra."

"Wait a minute," asked Sally and started to rub herself in front of me. Her stocking-clad legs spread wider as she pushed her hand up inside her bra. I stood and watched as she worked herself up for a few minutes before I heard her first gasp. 

"There you go," she sighed heavily with her eyes in a dreamy state "method acting at its best." 

I swallowed hard and clicked the camera and went through the development procedure again. I watched the photograph slowly come into view with me getting more turned on. I scanned Sally's panties to see if her wet patch was evident. To my delight, it was practically jumping out of the picture.

"Right now lose the panties and blouse," I instructed, standing back to enjoy watch and enjoy her stripping her clothes off. 

Sally quickly discarded her blouse and slipped her panties down her legs, the sound of her lacy panties statically sparking down the nylon of her stockings.

She flung her panties to one side and pushed her ass to the edge of the chair and layback her legs spread wide with one hooked over the arm of the chair. The moist pink of her pussy was now showing as her hand pulled herself open.

"Hang on, I've an idea "I suggested and moved to grab her strewn panties and hung them over the ankle of her upturned leg.

Again I snapped away. I took my time making sure I ended up with a close-up of Sally's open snatch. I strained to stop myself diving into her tongue first as my passion heated up.

I had her strip and pose for me for a few shots of her tits to calm myself down. 

"Push your tits together," I directed.

"Hey they're called breasts, don't be so disrespectful," Sally admonished.

I laughed as she did as she was told. I took the picture and then stared at them while waiting for the image to emerge. In this time, Sally became uncomfortable and eventually covered her assets.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, becoming a little flushed at my probing stare.

"Gemma really like your breasts." 

"Oh, really! Take a few more then," she encouraged her face lighting up with the prospect of making something pleasing for Gemma.

"Hmm," I posed looking at the next picture, "She particularly likes your pert little nipples, but this camera doesn't do them justice," I explained insincerely.

I had a plan, "I know a way photographers use to bring them out more, do you mind if I try it?"

"No, go ahead," encouraged Sally, arching her back and pushing out her solid pert boobs towards me. My hand shot up and tweaked her nipple hard. Sally cried out and grabbed her attacked twisted nipple.

"Hey, I was expected some lipstick or something," 

"It's a trick of the trade," I explained.

"I'll do my own nipple colouring from now on, thank you very much!" Sally haughtily castigated.

"Sorry I won't do it again," I reassured as Sally went about colouring her own nipples as I readied myself to snap her squashed rack.

Eventually, I got her to lie on the sofa for some long-bodied shots.

She lay with her head on the sofa arm supported by her own hand, reaching up and behind her head.

"Well done," I commended.

"What?"

"You've shaved under your arms, I hate hairy armpits," I laughed.

"Nearly all the girls do, you should hear some of the bitchy remarks in the school showers over girls who haven't shaved," Sally told.

"Do any shave down below? I asked airily recalling some models from my magazines.

"What and look like the bald first formers," laughed Sally, "we've only just got fully covered pussies why would we want to shave them? 

"I did see Gemma giving you a trim, what was that about?

"Someone commented on one or two hairs escaping from my panties while cheerleading," She laughed, "I couldn't have my panties the centre of attention."

"I wouldn't mind!" I enthused getting carried away with my exposed model.

"James! Control yourself!

I took a few deep breaths and brought myself down from my high.

How do you want my legs?"

"I want them to spread."

"That goes without saying," giggled Sis," but spread how?"

"Oh! One leg straight down and the other bent and to the side."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you," I said and moved in and grabbed Sally's leg.

"Oh!" sighed Sally, not expecting me to touch her skin. I found myself lost in the moment in truth and didn't realise how forward I was being by grabbing her leg and spreading it.

I stepped back, "Look into the camera."

Sally looked remarkably sexy, and I made sure my approving erection was covered, an action that wasn't undetected by a giggling Sally.

"Sorry!"

"No, that's a good thing, at least I know I'm turning someone on," she acknowledged a little unsurely. 

I laughed," the dick barometer never lies," I quipped as I clicked away, looking mainly at her moist cunt. I was beginning to become more attracted to the beauty of my sister's face.

I took two pictures of her reclined and faked a 'Phew!" and fanned my face. 

"Okay, kneel up on the sofa with your hands behind your head."

Sally turned and made her way into position.

"No, you've got it all wrong," I laughed.

"Well, direct me then!" insisted Sally.

"It would be quicker if I moved you with my hands," I declared secretly longing to touch her flesh again.

"Oh, really!" derided Sally putting her hands on her hips, immediately suspicious of my intentions.