“What do you see?” Charles asked after quickly typing and replacing the four photos on the monitor.
“I don’t know,” Sheri replied after studying for a minute. “A tree or a log with a branch or plant growing out of a knot in the wood?”
“All of them?” Charles asked, smiling as she carefully examined them all closely.
“I think so,” Sheri said, shaking her head as she stood up and Charles typed, zooming the photos out.
“No! No! Oh, God, no!” Sheri gasped when she saw that one of the photos was a close-up of an ass with a black cock sticking out of it, beneath which was a pussy whose long inner lips were hanging down and gaping apart, beads of moisture glistening from the dark-tinged edges.
“You are a genius,” she managed to finally say as Charles switched the views back and forth. “I’ve never seen another girl like that, or a black cock. I don’t know what shocks me more, the pictures, your genius, that you even think of such things, or the fact that you get girls to let you take these kinds of photos.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Charles said with a laugh.
“Why are you even doing something like this?” she asked.
“Well, primarily the technical challenge,” Charles replied, “but I’m going to use it for my final project in class. I can’t wait to blow their minds. If it works the way I picture it, I’ll get some major job offers.”
“Well, if it’s like this, it will blow anyone’s mind who sees it,” Sheri said.
“This one?” Charles asked, quickly typing.
“Well, it looks like a wet, gnarled branch growing out of a knot,” Sheri said after studying the four photos, “like the other one, but I can’t tell which one is the fake.”
“Oh, no way!” she practically screamed when Charles zoomed the four photos out to show that three of them were of a tree root with a growth from a knotted area, while one was of a cock in a mouth, the tongue extended from the mouth beneath the shaft of the cock that wasn’t in the mouth.
“The whole idea of the project is to attack programming and the stereotypical thinking and judgmentalism that arises from it,” Charles said.
“And to think that I thought it was about sex,” Sheri said.
“There is no more invidious programming done on people than that concerning sex,” Charles said. “It’s been going on since the beginning of time.”
“What do you mean?” Sheri asked.
“With the exception of people needing to be adults and mutually consenting, I don’t think that there should be any rules when it comes to sex,” Charles replied.
“Isn’t that pretty extreme?” Sheri asked.
“I’m sure it is to some people,” Charles replied. “Is there anything about sex between consenting adults that you think should be illegal?”
“Well, yeah, of course,” Sheri replied.
“Such as?” Charles asked.
“Well, incest,” Sheri replied.
“Why?” Charles asked.
“You’re not serious!” Sheri sputtered. “Because it’s wrong.”
“Why is it wrong if it’s between consenting adults?” Charles asked.
“What about babies?” Sheri asked.
“The only possible valid argument and one that is easily mitigated by modern birth control methods,” Charles replied. “The baby problem is why incest was made illegal in the first place and they were right to do it. But like life, laws need to evolve to fit the times. Laws from hundreds of years ago need to be re-appraised in light of the current reality. Look, I think that there are just too many rules altogether in life, not just those about sex. The only rule we really need is the Golden Rule. If everything is judged on that basis, then life becomes far easier.”
“And how would you do that?” Sheri asked.
“I do it by always asking myself if the situation I am in were reversed, how would I want to be treated,” Charles replied. “The answer is always obvious and that makes life easier.”
Sheri sat stunned as she absorbed what her brother had just said.
“But that’s so… so… simple,” she said.
“Isn’t it, though?” Charles agreed, smiling. “Why does it need to be complicated?”
“Will you show me more?” she asked.
“You like it?” Charles asked.
“I find it totally fascinating,” Sheri replied.
“How about this one?” Charles asked as he typed.
“It reminds me of one of those undersea creatures with its eyes on the head,” Sheri said after studying the four photos. “That undulating, convoluted surface, then the eyes, but they’re all different.”
“Not bad,” Charles said as he typed, the photos zooming out, three of them of sea slugs, the fourth a pussy, cum clearly filling it and dripping from the long, gaping pussy lips while a tongue intruded into the picture, the tip nestled beneath the turgid clit, which is what the picture had zoomed in on, the contact of the tongue with the clit.
“Oh, my god!” Sheri gasped, her hand clamping down on her brother’s shoulder.
“What do you think?” Charles asked, turning to look at his sister.
“I need to go,” Sheri said, turning and almost running from the room as Charles sat there with a stunned look on his face.
Back in her room, Sheri couldn’t get her dildo out fast enough, jamming it into her sopping pussy as she shuddered from another orgasm rippling through her body. She had seen some porn with her girlfriends and even with one guy who wanted to try everything they saw in the movie, but nothing she had ever seen had turned her on like her brother’s photos.
What was even more amazing to her was that her brother had taken the photos and that he had gotten girls to pose for them. After cumming several more times, Sheri finally stopped fucking herself with her dildo, licking it clean of her juices before putting it away. She smiled when she thought of how twisted it was that she liked the taste of her own pussy on her dildo, wondering what her mother would think of that.