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We went upstairs. He went to his room. I went to mine. I stood in front of my mirror while I undressed again and imagined watching myself through his eyes. I tried to think like a boy seeing a naked girl for the first time. My mind kept spinning around in circles. It was dizzying. I’m so excited I can hardly breathe. But it isn’t because I’m seeing myself through his eyes. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about being undressed ... naked, being naked in front of a boy for the first time since I was in diapers and it didn’t matter.

I didn’t dawdle though. I stripped quickly. I took a quick shower and put my robe on. I dried and brushed my hair. Then I returned to my room and started looking through my lingerie. I can’t decide. So, I went to Tyler’s room and said, “Come pick out what you want me to wear, Tyler. I can’t decide.”

He has changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He’s assembling his camera equipment. He brought his camera and his lenses with him and set them inside my door.

For some reason I’ve assumed we were going to do this in his room. It made me more comfortable when I realized we’ll be doing it in my room.

I opened my panty drawer and he looked inside. When he did his blush deepened. It’s pretty funny. Tyler has been around my underwear for our entire lives and they have just been pieces of cloth until this afternoon. Now he can’t even look at them without blushing.

I watched him stare into the drawer for a moment. He seems to be frozen in place. It’s amusing, but I’m anxious to get to the exciting part of the afternoon. I pushed him out of the way and scooped them all out of the drawer with both hands. I dropped them on top of my dresser in front of him and stepped back. While he reached down and tried to act like he isn’t affected by a handful of my underwear I opened another drawer and pulled out my bras.

Quietly, but with just a hint of a tremor in his voice Tyler said, “I’d like to see you in all of them!”

He blushed when he realized he sounds a lot more like a horny teenage boy than a photographer. He stepped back and said, “You pick out some. You know what looks good. I guess you should pick out four sets. We may not use them all. But if we want to make a change it will be better if we don’t have to stop and break the mood while you make another selection.”

I picked out a plain white bra and panty set, a dark green set, and a dark red set. I put a little more thought into the fourth set. At first I was going to pass on the black and go for the light blue because black seems so trite. But the truth is I know I look sexy as hell in black panties and bra. They contrast well with my light skin and blonde hair.

Tyler went back into his room while I was selecting my wardrobe. He returned with some bright lights on tall stands and set them up in a circle around my bed. He took some readings with his light meter and made some adjustments to the lights and to his camera.

When his equipment was ready he called me over to my desk and showed me some poses in one of his photography text books. I was surprised to see an assortment of nude and nearly nude women in some pretty sexy poses. I looked at them and grinned. I had to ask, “Do mom and dad know you have these?”

Tyler laughed nervously and said, “They know I have the books. They’ve never looked inside of them.”

I studied the girls on the pages in front of me. I’m so excited, and so nervous, that I’m having trouble concentrating. But after a minute or two I thought I had the general idea. I turned to Tyler. He’s been watching me and it’s plain to see he’s more nervous than I am. That made me feel better. If he was standing there leering at me I’d have had second thoughts. I took a deep breath and asked, “Okay, are you ready?”

He swallowed loudly and nodded. I glanced down and saw that he still has a hard on. I grinned and asked, “Can you work with that?”

He’s embarrassed that it’s so obvious. But he smiled back and replied, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to that. I don’t think it’s going anywhere, probably not for a week.”

I held up the four sets of underwear and he picked out the white ones to start with. He probably expected that I was going to go out of the room to put them on. But I stood right there in front of him and dropped my robe. His mouth dropped open and he stared at my body in awe as I put on a pair of white panties trimmed in a small band of delicate lace around the leg openings, up over my hips and around the waist. The look on Tyler’s face when I dropped my robe is what we should have been photographing.

I put the bra on next. I tried to act nonchalant. But the honest truth is I’m so excited that if it had been anyone but my brother standing there gaping at me I probably would have jumped his bones. It was my intention to get dressed first and then undress in front of him. I pictured doing just that in my mind all day long today. But I think this turned out better. I love the look on his face!

The bra and panties I just put on are not an exact match. I mean, they aren’t a set. But they’re similar enough that no one but Victoria herself would know the difference. The contrast between my lightly tanned skin and the feminine undergarments is very sexy. The thin material hugged my firm body and clung to me like a second skin. I know I look hot. And even though I’m embarrassed I feel my confidence growing quickly.

Tyler has just seen me naked for the first time since I was four or five years old. He obviously appreciates the changes my body has gone through since then. I took a deep breath when I had my two sexy little undergarments on and adjusted. I reached out and patted my brother on the cheek and said, “Okay, little brother. If your little pea brain has any blood left in it let’s put it to work.”

I’m pretty proud of myself. I sound like I’m a lot more in control than I actually am. I’m as excited as Tyler obviously is, if not more. I’m as nervous as I can ever remember being. But I sound calm.

He grinned and said, “I’m going to need larger pants if we keep doing this. These things are tighter than hell with a hard-on.”

I smiled and responded, “Take them off. If I’m going to be naked it only seems fair that you are too.”

I was totally serious. I’m just as curious about his body as he is about mine.

“That would be unprofessional.”

I’m not sure if he’s just self-conscious or if he actually meant it.

He went to his camera and motioned me onto the bed. I got into the first pose he showed me in his book and he took a couple of pictures before he moved the camera and got a few shots from a different angle.

He quickly discovered the tripod is getting in his way. I had a moment to catch my breath while he separated the camera from the tripod and then started taking pictures as he moved around to different angles. The air around me felt like it was charged with electricity as I turned my body over to my younger brother.

His camera is digital. The only sound is a very quiet click each time he pushed the button to take a picture. But each one of those quiet clicks sent shockwaves through me. Each of those shockwaves seemed to end at my clitoris. The act of placing my body on display for my little brother in my revealing underwear is every bit as exciting as I knew it would be. I’m fighting a small battle to keep from panting with lust as he moved around me and made slight alterations to my pose.

After several minutes he told me to move into the next pose and he started all over again. The hardest thing for me to do was to try to act like I’m not on the verge of an orgasm, because I most definitely am. He can see my stiff nipples pressing against my lacy bra and my vulva forming a sexy mound in my even lacier panties. It feels like my entire body is vibrating. This whole situation is just as erotic as I imagined it would be. For the first time in my life a boy is staring at me in my sexy underwear, even if it is just Tyler. I suppose “just Tyler” gives the wrong impression. Tyler is a very handsome young man with a great personality. He’s very intelligent. He’s one of the most mature teenage boys I know. I never realized it before but if he wasn’t my brother I could really go for him.

I know that for Tyler what we’re doing here this afternoon is all about the art. But he’s still a boy and I’m a sexy girl in my underwear. I can see how excited he is. He’s trying to hide it. He’s trying to act the way he imagines a professional photographer should act in this situation. But I know how much my body is turning him on. And that’s turning me on even more. The hardest part of this experience for me at this moment is to not let him see how excited I am!

I tried to concentrate on his directions as he moved around me taking photograph after photograph and suggesting minor changes in the way I’m posing. I varied my expression between no expression at all, sweet smiles and sexy ‘come hither’ looks and everything in between.

It wasn’t long before I noticed there’s a large wet spot on the front of Tyler’s pants and it made me feel even sexier to see how turned on he is from looking at my body.

He must have taken at least a hundred pictures by the time he said in a husky voice that left no doubt as to the state of his arousal, “Okay, Mya. Let’s do a costume change. Let’s try the green next.”

I got up and began to strip off my white underwear. Once again I’m going to change right in front of him. I was only half way through removing my white bra and panties when Tyler started to leave the room. I turned to him, wearing only my panties now, and asked, “Where are you going?”

He blushed and mumbled, “I ... Mya, I have to do something. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he said it I knew what he was going to do. I grinned and said, “Oh no you don’t, Tyler!”

He exclaimed innocently, “What?! I’ll be right back.”

I walked over to him and demanded to know, “Why should I be the only one who has to be naked?”

I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. He reached out his hands to stop me at first. But then he groaned and dropped his hands. I unzipped his shorts quickly, before he could chicken out. I did it with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, so much excitement that my blood is pounding in my ears and I feel kind of dizzy. I opened his shorts and let them slide down his legs.

I’m not looking at his face anymore. I’ve never seen a naked boy. Well, not since he was three or four and back then his penis was smaller than my little finger. There appears to be a very large male appendage throbbing under those white jockey shorts now.

I pulled the front of his shorts out away from his cock and slowly pulled them down. His cock stood up at a forty-five degree angle and throbbed like a living thing. The head of it is covered in a clear fluid. I bent over, pushing his shorts down, staring in wonder with my face only a foot from it. His penis throbbed again and another large drop of that fluid oozed out of the hole in the tip.

It’s beautiful! I reached up and touched my finger to the slick lubricant oozing from him and moved it lightly over the large purple head of his cock. He shuddered and grabbed my wrist, quickly pulling my hand away.

He cried out, “Don’t, Mya! I’m going to cum in about two seconds if you keep that up!”

I looked up at him and asked breathlessly, “Were you going to masturbate?”

He’s already as red as he could get. He’s too embarrassed to admit it. But I knew. And I know he can hear the excitement in my voice when I asked, “Can I watch? Please? I really want to see what it looks like when you do it.”

He stared at me, not quite believing what he’s hearing. He’s obviously torn between the embarrassment he feels and the eroticism of this strange situation I’m sure he never in his wildest dreams anticipated. I’m sure he never expected anything to happen between us beyond a nervous but very exciting photography session.

He stepped out of his shorts and his underwear and looked around my room. He went over and sat on my desk chair and brought my tissue box a little closer. He wrapped his fist around the shaft of his hard, throbbing cock and began to move it up and down. As he began to masturbate his eyes focused on my bare breasts.

I moved closer and knelt by his side. I’m way beyond fascinated.

I shivered at the look of ecstasy on his face. It’s truly compelling. Without actually making a conscious decision to do so, I somehow found myself reaching out. I put my hand over his and stopped him from masturbating.

He had closed his eyes when I first came close. Now he opened them to see what’s wrong. I pulled his hand away and whispered breathlessly, “Let me.”

I’m so choked with lust I don’t recognize my own voice!

I reached for his throbbing cock and took it in my hand. I can’t believe it! I’m holding a hot, hard cock in my hand for the first time! I love the feel of it in my hand. It’s as hard as steel, but the skin is so soft and so warm.

His cock throbbed when I wrapped my hand around it. His entire body twitched uncontrollably and he groaned loudly. For a long and very exciting moment I stared at his beautiful cock in awe. Then I began to move my hand up and down that sexy shaft, just the way he was doing it a minute ago.

In less than a minute I felt his cock swell. Tyler shivered and cried out, “Oh my god! Jesus, Mya!”

Then he was cumming. His hot cum shot out of the end of his cock in large, forceful spurts. The first three large globs of it landed on his shirt, almost all the way up to his neck! The next two or three were weaker and ended up hitting his hard stomach and trailing back in a thin white line to my hand. A little bit more kind of oozed out of the end of his cock and drained down over my fingers. It feels so hot on my skin!

I continued to hold his still hard cock in my hand. With my other hand I reached out and smoothed his sticky juices around my skin, working it into my skin like hand lotion. The strong smell reminds me of bleach. But it isn’t really unpleasant, possibly because what we just did is so fucking exciting.

I finally took my hand away and brought it to my face and sniffed it. I spotted a small drop of cum between two of my fingers. I looked into his eyes and smiled. Then I stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean while he stared at me in amazement. This is a side of his big sister he’s never seen before. I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even care what his cum tastes like. The act of tasting it in front of him is so erotic I almost had a climax, too!

Tyler groaned and he finally began to move. He took a handful of tissue from the box and wiped his cock clean. Then he held my hand in his and began wiping it dry.

When he was done I smiled at him. I was just about to thank him but before I could speak he said in a quiet, but very shaky voice, “That was fantastic, Mya. I can’t believe how much more exciting it is when it’s your hand doing it. Thank you.”

I see the love in his eyes and I hear it in his voice. I felt closer to Tyler at that moment than I ever have in my life and we’ve always been very close. I’m not even embarrassed anymore.

I got to my feet and asked, “Are you ready to get back to work now?”

He nodded and reached for his pants but I said, “Oh no you don’t! Take off that nasty shirt Tyler. If I’m going to be naked, you can be naked too.”

“That’s still very unprofessional. But I guess getting a hand job from your model is, too. Thanks, Mya.”

I nodded and finished changing into the green panties and bra while he watched. It’s obvious he’s still very much in awe of my body and the reverence I see in his eyes continues to add to my own excitement.

When I was ready I turned around to face him. He still has that look of wonder on his face. He asked, “God, Mya! Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?! I mean it, sis. I have never seen a more beautiful girl than you. I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl in town. But I don’t think I really appreciated just how sexy and how beautiful you are.”

I smiled and asked, “Do you say that to all the girls who beat your meat?”

He laughed and that seemed to bring his mind back to the task at hand. He said, “Get your ass on the bed, sis. Do you remember the next pose?”

I thought I did. I got into position as he picked his camera up and started taking pictures again. As soon as he started the thrill was back. I really love posing for him like this. It provides me with an outlet for my exhibitionist fantasies. But because he has that camera and it’s all being done in the name of art; I can pretend it isn’t all about being sexy and turning him on to me. I know better, though. And I think Tyler’s beginning to suspect. It must have been obvious how I feel about what we’re doing when I knelt on the floor beside him and masturbated him.

In all the poses in the first session when I was wearing the white bra and panties I had been on my hands and knees while he made minor adjustments and took pictures of me from every conceivable angle. When we started up again I was lying on my back. Tyler kept repositioning my legs, exposing me more and more. But he didn’t just adjust my legs. His hands glided over them as if he were worshiping them. He never moved his hands more than half way up my thigh. He made no attempt to touch my pussy and his hands never came anywhere near my breasts.

But I wanted him to.

He took dozens more pictures of me languishing seductively on my bed and then he said, “I have to change the memory card. I’m taking very high resolution pictures. Why don’t you try on the next set?”

I glanced at the clock and said, “Why don’t we save them for next time? It’s getting late. Change your memory card and let’s do some of the nudes.”

I think we were both surprised I’m the one to suggest it and not him.

I noticed his cock is hard again. It’s kinda hard to miss, especially now that he’s naked. I smiled to myself. It’s nice to be appreciated.

He changed his memory card while I took off my bra and panties and tried to massage away the lines they left on my skin. I looked at them and said, “We’re going to have to do a shoot totally in the nude. It’s going to take a while for these lines on my skin to fade.”

Tyler smiled and replied, “Well, if we must, we must.”

“What a trooper!” I exclaimed sarcastically.

When he was ready I asked, “How do you want me?”

He grinned at my question and I know exactly what he’s thinking. Because I know he does want me, just as much as I want him. But he said, “Let’s try something different. I love it that you’re enjoying this. I want that to show. Pose in ways that feel good to you. Pose in ways that make you feel sexy.”

I thought about it for a minute. Then I got into a few teasing poses while he brought his camera up and started snapping away again. He started talking to me quietly as he moved around taking one sexy picture after another. He told me how hot I am and how beautiful I am. It wasn’t just patter. There was no questioning his sincerity. I could hear it in his voice. And his words were having the desired effect. I started posing in ever more sexy and revealing poses.

At one point I reached down and placed my hands over my vulva in a coy pose. I was shocked at the moisture I detected there! My hand came away glistening with my own juices. I continued moving into one sexy pose after another.

I forgot about the book and moved into positions which felt natural to me. Tyler loved it. His voice was husky and choked with lust when he exclaimed, “Wait until you see these pictures, Mya! You’re going to love them. These are the sexiest, most erotic photographs I’ve ever seen. If you were eighteen I could make a fortune selling these to Playboy or Penthouse. I love it! God, look at that ass! And your pussy! I can see the juices dripping out of you! I don’t care if you are my sister, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you right now.”

I know exactly how he feels. I want him, too. I kept looking at his pretty cock, bouncing with every move he made. It inspired me. It’s almost like I was posing to please his cock! I couldn’t stop thinking about how I really don’t care if I’m a virgin when this is all over. It isn’t like I’ve been saving myself for marriage. I’ve just never had the chance to get laid!

But I can’t. Not with my brother. I’m going to cum so hard and so many times when he’s finished, though. I’m going to masturbate like I never have before.

I changed my pose several more times and he took at least a hundred more pictures. Near the end of the session, I got up on my knees again. My ass is pointed in his direction and I’m very aware of him behind me. I know what I must look like from that angle, especially now with the moisture streaming out of me.

After he got a couple more close-ups he straightened up and I felt is hand on me. I jumped slightly. My breath caught in my throat and my heart nearly stopped. He startled me. But it came as no surprise to learn I like being touched! I didn’t move from my position, and I didn’t protest. If had taken his hand away I’d have begged him to put it back! His fingers moved lightly over my ass for a minute. He isn’t adjusting my position now. He isn’t posing me. He’s touching me. He’s enjoying the feel of my soft skin.

His fingers teased the sensitive flesh of my ass for a moment longer and then trailed down the back of my thigh. I sighed deeply and let my head drop down and rest on my arms. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the wonderful feelings as his fingers trailed back up my other thigh and then lightly moved over my soaking wet pussy for the first time. I gasped when he touched me there. I’m being touched by a boy in that most intimate of places for the first time in my life. I love it!!

His fingers moved up through my wet crease, on up between the cheeks of my ass and then back down. That was it. As soon as his fingers slid over my pussy again I came like I have never cum before. I screamed right out loud! I swore. I used words I didn’t even know that I knew! My whole body went into tremors.

I was just about to thank him and tell him how wonderful that had been when I felt another new sensation. I knew instantly what it was. It’s his tongue! I’m still kneeling near the foot of my bed. He’s kneeling on the floor behind me now. His nose is pressed against my asshole and his mouth is clamped down over my pussy. I screamed again when his tongue began to move up and down through my slit.

He had to hold me in place. I couldn’t stay still for that. I started thrashing around like I was having a fit. But his hands held my hips steady and his tongue drove me out of this fucking world! I came about fifty more times before I could stand it no more and I finally pulled away.

I twisted around and fell onto my back, totally limp. I lay on my bed panting and staring up at Tyler. When I was finally able to move I sat up and in a throaty tone of voice I’ve never heard from me before I said, “It’s too bad we didn’t get some good pictures of that. That would have been so fucking hot!”

He just grinned down at me lovingly until I pulled him down onto my bed beside me and leaned down over him. I kissed him on the lips. It was not a sisterly kiss. I said, “I don’t want to fuck you, Tyler. It wouldn’t be right. Well, that isn’t true. I want to. But I just can’t fuck my brother. Something in me just won’t let me do that. At least not now, I don’t know about later. But I can do this.”

I leaned down and put my hand around his throbbing cock. I smiled at him and then I leaned down and kissed it. I licked the head and then I looked up at my brother and said, “I’ve never sucked a cock before, Tyler. So I probably suck at it, so to speak. But I don’t know if it would really be incest would it? I’m still going to be a virgin when it’s over, right?”

He smiled and said, “I’m on your side, Mya. I’m not going to try and talk you out of it. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

I kissed his cock again and quietly admitted, “That’s what’s so strange, Tyler. I want to.”

He watched me as I took his cock into my mouth and began experimenting. He gasped and groaned and his entire body shivered with lust. He finally laid his head down on my pillow and closed his eyes while I tried different things, trying to figure out what worked best.

I noticed his camera strap on the edge of the bed near his hand. His camera is on the floor but the strap is just within my reach. I reached over and picked it up and set it on Tyler’s stomach. He opened his eyes when the cold metal came into contact with his skin. I took my mouth off of his cock long enough to say, “I want some pictures of this. Then you can go back to sleep.”

He grinned and brought the camera up to his face. He started taking pictures as fast as the camera would permit it. I went back to work on his cock, taking it as far into my mouth as I could.

I saw the camera pointed at me and I stared right into the lens and tried to look as sexy as possible while I sucked my brother’s cock eagerly. It’s hard to smile with your mouth full of cock. But I was pretty certain that the lust I was feeling at that moment was going to show in those pictures.

I didn’t get to do it for long, though. After taking about a dozen pictures he put the camera back down and his head fell back on my pillow. His hand began to move lightly over my hair and then he groaned and said, “Mya, just use your hand now. I’m going to cum!”

He tried to push me away but I refused to be denied. I sucked as enthusiastically as I could and seconds later I felt the flood of cum pouring out of his cock. I was so excited by what a nasty thing I’m doing that I came again just from him cumming in my mouth!

I got the full effect of the cum this time. It wasn’t just a little taste. It was a large mouthful. But it wasn’t so bad. And it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Well, except maybe for spending the last hour and a half posing in my underwear and then naked for my little brother. I kinda feels like everything we’ve done this afternoon has been one long, prolonged sex act! And it has been magnificent!!

He shuddered and gently pushed my head away and said, “Stop! Please stop. I’m so sensitive there. Give me a second.”

I took my head away and watched him, enjoying the effect I’m having on him. He shuddered and took a couple of deep breaths. Then he reached down and pulled me up beside him and hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe at first.

I kissed him on the chin and said, “This was fun. Do you want to do it again after school tomorrow?”

He smiled and said, “Are you kidding! I’m calling the school up tomorrow and quitting. I’m going to lock myself in here with you and I’m never leaving again.”

I kissed him again and said, “You might want to rethink that. Mom and dad might take your camera away. Then you wouldn’t need me anymore.”

He groaned and said, “I love you, Mya. And I will always need you!”

I finally pulled away and said, “Come on, little brother. We have some evidence to hide. We need to get dressed and clean up and get rid of the smell of sex in here. I haven’t touched my homework and I don’t have any idea what to make for supper. Mom and dad haven’t called so they are probably coming home early this evening. And you have a long evening ahead of you because I want to see some of those pictures tonight.”

We rushed around and cleaned up. Tyler put his lights and camera away and we both took quick showers. I slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt and went down and started supper.

My parents got home just before it was ready. Mom set the table and I served dinner. Then we sat and ate and talked for a while, just like a family!

Sometimes, at times like that, I’m struck by how much our lives have changed over the last ten years, but how little we’ve changed. We’re still the same people who lived in that small, two-bedroom house on the other side of town.

I suppose Tyler and I are a little spoiled. We have everything we ever wanted. But even so, we’re still nice people. We learned to be responsible at an early age and I don’t think that has changed. And it isn’t like we have maids and butlers and chauffeurs and all that. We have stuff. We have cars and a nice house and a boat.

But we clean our own house and do our own laundry and yard work. We wash our own cars and during the week I cook supper most nights. What’s even more important, though, is that we’ve been taught not to think we’re better than anyone else because we have nice things now.

I know I’ve never looked down on anyone because they weren’t dressed in expensive clothes or because of where they live or the way they look. And I’m glad I was raised that way. My friends come from both sides of the tracks and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Our parents spend a lot of time at work but we’re not unsupervised. We catch hell if our grades slip and Tyler and I are kept on a short leash. Well, not that short I suppose. We aren’t allowed to date until we turn sixteen. We’ve been taught right from wrong. We were taught to respect other people, even people who are different than we are. Tyler and I are both still virgins if you don’t count what happened this afternoon. My hymen is still intact. No boy but Tyler has ever seen me naked or touched me intimately.