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by Brother, Stephanie

Simon walked past me and picked his camera off the tripod. "We're ready and happy to go at your speed, Karen. You took to modeling perfectly naturally yesterday, and we'd just like more of that."

  She smiled at him. "I've been thinking a lot about the images you showed me," her voice was barely a whisper. "I'm ready for pictures like those."

  I draped the shawl over my shoulder, gathered my camera from the kitchen table, and moved closer. "Do you have any idea of how you'd like to start?"

  "We can begin with you getting comfortable," Simon echoed.

  She sat down on the paper and spread her legs wide apart. "Something like this?" She then bent her knees so her feet were flat on the floor and ankles pushed up to her buttocks. Then she rocked back, reclining a little.

  I grasped my camera a little tighter and began to click. Simon and I both had a perfectly clear view of her pussy.

  SIMON

  While one of her hands supported her weight, Karen put the other on her chin straightening just the index finger over her lips. No, not over, it just rested on the bottom lip.

  Yet again the juxtaposition between her mature sexuality and innocence were all framed within a single shot.

  The momentary fear of an inappropriate boner disappeared as the artist in me took over with an overriding interest in the images we were creating.

  Her tongue poked out and slowly licked her top lip and then the bottom.

  Even with her breasts and pussy on display, her mouth held my attention. As an artist, I was aware that this was because her fingers were pointing there, coupled with the action of the tongue. These were common devices to draw the gaze to a certain point within a work of art.

  When her tongue made it across her bottom lip, she extended it further to lick her fingertip, suggestively, before pushing one and then two figures into her mouth.

  The threat of an erection was real again, but I didn't let it worry me. Karen knew exactly what she was doing and the possible effect of her behavior.

  Two glistening fingers reemerged. "What about like this?" She placed the same hand over her mound, and the wet digits slipped either side of her protruding bud.

  I couldn't reply. I could barely breathe.

  "That's good." Cedric lowered his camera and went to adjust the lighting.

  Her fingers dipped in and slipped along the length of her folds, peeling them back, opening her private area for scrutiny. My cock twitched as I gazed upon her engorged and wet dusky pink private parts.

  Only an expensive piece of top quality kit such as our cameras would be capable of recording the level of detail as we attempted to capture it all on camera. The look on her face and the flush across her full figure. Her sense of playfulness. Not close up anatomical shots. Not porn shots. And nothing fake.

  She extended an invitation to see natural beauty. A woman who looked sweet, sexy, innocent and dirty all at the same time. Karen had it in truckloads.

  I hoped my equipment would do it justice.

  "We talked yesterday. Do you want me to talk today?"

  "Only if you want to," Cedric replied. He stopped photographing her in order to adjust the white reflector. "Talk if start to feel nervous or shy or bored."

  Bored? It didn't require expertise in the subject of women to see she wasn't bored right then. Turned on? Definitely. She was turned on. Cedric and I could clearly see her wet and swollen lips and clit.

  Damn it, Cedric.

  To him, she might just be another model, but I found her fascinating, and I wanted to hear her talk.

  We hadn't discussed anything about yesterday's session. Immediately after, we split up and went to our rooms. I studied the photographs I'd taken and thought about her. I'd never met a woman like her before. She held my attention, and I wanted to get to know her better.

  "You told us about your family yesterday. Why don't you tell us more about you?" I shot Cedric a defiant look, and he stared back at me.

  Okay, we were getting terrific shots and if she started talking, it might change things. But what will be will be, and there would be future sessions.

  Being a lover of all things artistic, Dad had given us an open checkbook to cover our college years. We weren't on a tight budget. We could afford to pay her to come and model for us every day of the year until we completed our course.

  "I've never done anything like this before." She chewed on her bottom lip and staring into the far distance. The consequence of getting her to think and talk made an immediate impact on the scene. The result pleased me.

  "Do you have a boyfriend?" Cedric focused on his work but also kept her talking. He added, "Or a girlfriend?"

  She giggled. "No, no boyfriend. I've been single for a while."

  The hopeful high this new information offered me was soon brought crashing down.

  "No, not exactly. I've been single for a while. There's a guy who's asked me for a date, but I don't expect it to turn into anything serious."

  I can't explain how I felt both delighted to discover she was single and panicked by the thought of her going on a date. Both all at once. I felt like I had a chance with her and it was slipping away.

  Whoever she dated would surely do all he could to become her permanent boyfriend.

  I couldn't explain the feeling inside me. I'd never felt like that before. Such a strong almost instant attraction to someone.

  KAREN

  I'd taken the risk and acted out a secret sexual fantasy. Showing my all and practically masturbating in front of two attractive guys who were almost strangers to me. I never intended for things to go that far, but I was turned on, and it just happened.

  Holding the approving attention of two men with bulging crotches, of course, I was aroused. And as that feeling grew, I wanted to be rude and crude and debauched in front of them.

  And to make it even more outrageous, they capture my every move on camera. My suggestive poses and open crotch shots. They knew it turned me on. My hard clit throbbed, and they must've seen it.

  Landing myself the modeling job came as a big surprise to me. I didn't see myself as beautiful enough. I'd usually keep myself covered up and avoid attention.

  Financial desperation had driven me to apply; I hadn't considered how much it would boost my self-esteem too.

  When they gave me the job, I decided acting like a woman who had the confidence to do erotic modeling was the only way I could go through with it. In other words, imagine I was somebody else. Not me.

  It wasn't me in the home-studio with my legs apart in front of those men.

  It wasn't me running my index finger along my slick seam and pushing the damp skin apart so they could get a clearer view.

  I had thought a lot about the photographs they proposed. The images they showed me were erotic but artistic as well.

  The thought of these particular two young men taking pictures like that, well, it turned me on.

  They were young, scruffy and tattooed. They looked a bit rough, but that's obviously what student artists look like. There's nothing rough about them. They speak nicely, they're perfect gentlemen toward me, and they live in the Bretton building.

  The two photographers seemed pleased with me.

  More than pleased judging by the bulges in their pants. Nevertheless, they were very professional in their conduct and focused on their work.

  Again, they draped me in the white material and repositioned me for better images, but this time the poses were far more explicit.

  The fabric wrapped around my thighs and fell away leaving my womanly parts no longer private. Or they'd have it wrapped around my stomach, allowing my boobs to hang over the edge.

  "The light and shadow are giving a three-dimensional feel to this." Cedric seemed to be talking to himself as he went to reposition the lighting again.

  They'd warned me modeling sessions were boring, but I found it fun. Erotic. After all my nerves and fear, just how much I enjoyed it surprised me.

  I should have felt guilty about behaving in such a way. P
erhaps I should not have so eagerly volunteered to strip off and part my legs for the brothers, especially as another guy turned me on before I'd even arrived in the triplets' luxury apartment. A guy who I barely knew but I met in the street and we chatted and flirted.

  Their absent triplet brother had asked me out on a date.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  DECKER

  If a girl turns up five or ten minutes late on a date, it's counted as on time, in my experience. Nevertheless, I thought I'd been stood up when Karen hadn't shown up two minutes after the agreed time.

  If I knew one thing about her, she was punctual.

  Every day she'd turned up early for work. She'd worked for my brothers for two weeks, we'd met outside almost every day, and finally she agreed to go out with me.

  It wasn't mere coincidence that we'd run into each other outside my building. By anticipating her arrival, I'd managed to steal those extra minutes for myself. We'd talk and laugh, and I'd ask her out, and she'd say no. By the time it had happened three or four times she must have known I was waiting for her to arrive. After all, I knew when she was due because my brothers told me when they asked me to make myself scarce. It became our routine.

  I checked my cellphone, again, to see if there was a message. Three minutes late. As I stared at the screen, I heard her.

  "Decker. I'm sorry. Have you been here long?" Karen sounded a little breathless.

  "No, not at all. Don't worry about it. you're on time." I held up my cell to indicate the time.

  "You're sweet." She smiled and pushed loose strands of hair from her face. "Everything happened as I was setting off, but I'm sure you don't need the boring details."

  "You can make up some interesting ones and tell me over a drink." I placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the entrance of The Ugly Duckling.

  She'd finally agreed to meet me for a drink, "just one," she'd said when we discussed the recent opening of the new bar. By all accounts, it was a fairytale themed venue. It sounded intriguing and fun. Neither of us had been there, so we set a date, and we met outside.

  Once inside, we looked around not at the décor but searching for a couple of free seats. "Of course, it's packed." I should have realized it would be. Too loud, no seats: not the ideal place for a first date. I didn't think she saw it as a date. She'd been quite specific, and we were going for a friendly drink. "What would you like to drink?" I asked as we reached the bar.

  For a moment, she looked stunned as if she wasn't prepared for the question. Perhaps she didn't drink alcohol. I braced myself for a discussion about buying our own.

  "They have a cocktail menu. Do you mind?" She reached out between a couple of people to pick up the menu from the bar.

  I planned on having a beer, but I'm open to suggestions, I waggled my eyebrows. "I like mixing it up. And I've got a taste for things that are a little sweet and spicy." I winked.

  She winked back. "Cocktails then." Karen stood close beside me not just because of the crowd but so we could both see the menu.

  I inhaled her scent, a hint of citrus from either her shampoo or subtle perfume. I wanted to get closer and bury my nose in her hair.

  "I like the sound of a Moscow Mule; I think I'll go for that."

  "A vodka lady, huh?"

  "Not exactly. I'm not a big drinker; it's the spicy ginger beer that appeals. Plus, if you add lime juice to anything it becomes irresistible," She smiled warmly. That smile sold it.

  "Lime juice, huh? I'll have to remember that." I turned to place the order at the bar, and two nearby stools became available, so we perched.

  "How have my brothers been treating you?" I asked as I settled up with the bartender.

  "They've been perfect gentlemen and certainly made it easy for me." She took hold of her drink, had a small sip, and licked her lips. "It's good."

  "Cheers. Here's to easy work." I held up my glass, and we clinked them together. "What's so difficult about having your photo taken?"

  Her cheeks turned pink. "Because of the types of photos. You've seen them, right?"

  "No. I haven't, actually." I knew the sort of thing they want to do. I never expected them to show me and they didn’t.

  "Oh. I thought you'd seen them." She looked surprised.

  "If they were doing a course that involved lots of writing, I wouldn’t expect them to show me their notes. And I don't show them all my film clips, just the final finished product if they want to see it. And I suspect more often they don't."

  Her head leaned to one side, and her hair rested on her shoulder. "Um, I guess."

  "And as these photographs are personal and feature a real person." I pointed at her. "Of course they aren't going to show them around to just anyone."

  "You're not anyone. You're their brother, one of the triplets."

  "Well, that's true. We live together, but we don't share everything."

  "True." She giggled. "Girlfriends, I bet you don't share girlfriends."

  She had me there. I was slow to comment, and her eyes widened with surprise. I starred at her mouth and watched her tongue trace a path around her plump pink lips.

  "You do share girlfriends between the three of you. Tell me more."

  "Between the three of us, no. Simon is... well, let's say he's different. He's looking for his one true love. Not a one-night stand he can share with his bros."

  "Oh, he's sweet." She leaned closer. "And you and Cedric?"

  "Now, you've got me." I took a big swig of the Moscow mule, wishing I'd ordered four so that we'd have the next one ready. "We're ordinary brothers who share perfectly well with each other. We always have even as kids. Even though we were five brothers, more often than not just me and Cedric played together."

  "Five! Wow. That must've been a handful for your mom."

  "Yeah, I guess we may have been a bit much. She split up with Dad about ten years ago. They sort of shared custody, which..." meant paying to keep us occupied at a private school and extracurricular activities and summer camps. Having the wealthiest parents wasn't always something I wanted to tell people when they hardly knew me.

  "Which?"

  "Which turned out okay."

  Sometimes it helped to get laid if a girl knew where I lived and the estimated wealth of my parents. That information attracted a particular type of girl, but I suspected it wouldn't endear me to Karen.

  More often, I didn't want to be judged by my family. And I had an inkling Karen wouldn't be seduced by money and a privileged background. She already knew where I lived and yet it had taken persistence to get her to come out for one drink. "Do you want another of these?" I held up the glass.

  She looked at her half-full glass and nodded at me with a smile before raising it to her lips. She didn't offer to buy the next round of drinks, which surprised me because I had her down as a feisty, independent modern woman, but I was happy to pay.

  KAREN

  At the end of each session modeling for the photographers, I always who suggested I return the next day. I needed the money sooner rather than spread out over weeks. The fact that it meant seeing the triplets again was a bonus.

  They saw me almost everyday, times fitting around their college commitments.

  I assumed my employers, Cedric and Simon, knew their brother had been meeting me outside the apartment block before each session, none of us ever mentioned it. Decker never referred to the modeling. Instead, he'd always have funny stories to tell about things that had happened to him.

  And his interest in me was flattering. It gave me a buzz not least because he seemed so out of my league. Tall, fit, and roguishly handsome with his tattoos and slashed denim, he was several years younger than me, and had a gym fit body.

  He'd told me about his interest in film making, it's not something I knew anything about but he made it sound interesting as he talked with passion about films he'd seen and the sort he'd like to make.

  The first time he asked me out I took it as a joke, he couldn't be serious. Wh
at would a guy like that see in a woman like me? A slightly overweight, older woman, who was homeless and broke. Not that he knew about my precarious living situation at that point.

  Then I wondered if he'd seen the photographs and assumed I was a cheap, easy lay.

  God knows, Decker turned me on. All three of the brothers did. But the wanton woman I showed the photographers, she wasn't me. Well, a bit of me, but just the most secret inner fantasy me. I'd acted a fantasy for the camera. Secretly, I enjoyed it, but it was a job, and I didn't expect to see any of the brothers again after the work ended.

  I couldn't go on a date with a guy who thought I was like that in real life.

  If I could forget about what I did in those modeling sessions, and if Decker hadn't seen those photographs, well he was charming and irresistible. Every time we met, he'd ask me on a date.

  One drink wouldn't hurt, I decided in the end.

  Despite his roguish appearance, Decker was an attentive gentleman, and I felt at ease in his presence. With a drink inside me, I poured out my entire story.

  I told him I was homeless.

  "I'm not literally sleeping on the streets. I'm staying with a friend, and it's not a permanent arrangement. If I outstay my welcome with Stacey, I've got a few other friends I can call on, but I aim to get another job so I can afford to pay my way in my own place."

  He looked shaken. "Are you saying those few hours modeling provides your only income right now?"

  "Yes. That's all I've got coming in. I spent the last few days just knocking on doors, and I had an interview today but haven't heard back yet."

  He stared at me as if he couldn't comprehend my situation.. "What sort of job are you looking for?"

  "I'm a librarian. That's what I trained to do. My ex-boyfriend was also my boss, and for a while, after we split up, we continued living and working together while we sorted out stuff, you know. It was all very grown up and amicable."

  "Couldn't you transfer to a different library?"