“I have the photos ready for you to look at if you want,” Charles said to Sheri a few days later in relation to her request to see all of the photos that he took of one of his models. He had needed a day to go through and make sure that her face wasn’t identifiable in any of the photos and he knew that Sheri had never met her and probably never would, so the few tattoos that she had weren’t necessary to disguise.
“How can I see them?” Sheri asked.
“Only in my room on my computer,” Charles replied. “And I have to be there.”
“Mom and dad won’t be home for a while yet,” Sheri said. “Can I see them now?”
“Sure,” Charles replied, shrugging as he took a beer from the refrigerator.
Charles was very curious as to how his sister was going to react to the photos that she was about to see. She had only seen the very tip of the iceberg the other day and had had an extreme reaction to is, as far as he was concerned.
“There are about 1, 000 pictures,” Charles explained when they got to his room.
“So many!” Sheri explained, her eyes wide.
“I do it by shooting video from two to four cameras at the same time,” Charles explained. “Then I go through the video footage and grab the frames that I like, that I think I might be able to work with. It’s a lot of video footage, so there’s a lot of photos.”
“Wow!” Sheri said. “How long does it take to take all of the pictures?”
“I’ve only done it three times,” Charles said, “and nobody does it full time. It took two to three weeks for each one, then months of work for me to go through it.”
“I had no idea,” Sheri said, shaking her head.
“I’ve set it up as a slide show,” Charles explained, indicating that she should sit at the computer. “Three seconds per shot, then it will move on. If you want it to pause, just press the space bar, then press it again when you want it to resume.”
Charles started the show and Sheri was surprised to see that it was a black girl who had full breasts with large dark nipples. The first photos were general photos of her standing up, her arms outstretched and overhead, her legs spread wide as the camera seemed to move around her.
Then the photos got closer, and closer, first to her mouth and chin, her eyes and the top of her head masked, closer and closer as she opened her mouth and her tongue extended, wriggling in the air before licking her lips. Slowly the photos covered her whole body, her shoulders, her arms, her hands, at each joint taking many photos at different levels of flexion and extension.
Sheri understood better how Charles had been able to fool her when she saw the elbow photos. She felt herself start to get wet between her legs when the photos moved to the woman’s full, chocolate breasts, a pair of fingers not her own reaching into the picture to pinch and pull on her large nipples which screwed into large, wrinkled knots.
Sheri felt like her head was spinning as the slide show continued down to her pussy, the thick dark outer lips being pried open by white fingers from either to expose the vermillion interior and the fat, dark clit.
“Sounds like mom and dad,” Charles said, not missing his sister’s fidgeting. “We can pick this up later.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charles came awake to being gently shaken by the shoulder, blinking as he saw his sister standing next to his bed in her old-man t-shirt that she usually wore to bed.
“What’s up?” Charles asked groggily as he focused, the nightlight next to his bed making it plainly obvious that his sister didn’t wear anything under her old-man t-shirt as he looked up at her and her naked pussy.
“Can I see the pictures now?” she asked as she looked down at him, not realizing the view she was treating him to.
“What time is it?” Charles asked, glancing over at the clock and seeing that it was almost 1:00 in the morning. “Now?” he asked, looking up at his sister, unable to not look at her pussy, easily noticing that she had long wrinkled pussy lips that were dark-tinged along the edges and that her clit was visible. In his mind, he was taking pictures.
“They’re asleep and I couldn’t sleep,” Sheri explained. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about them, the photos. Do you mind?”
“No, no,” Charles said, sitting up and swinging his feet off the bed to the floor as he reached for a towel.
Sheri sort of tried not to look as Charles pulled the towel around himself as he got up, letting the blanket fall, but not before she saw his cock dangling between his legs for a moment, almost hard as it always was when he first woke up, needing to pee, not to mention the effect the sight of his sister’s naked pussy had had on him.
“It starts to get more and more pornographic from here,” Charles explained as he found the place in the slideshow where they had stopped.
“No, no, you sit there,” Sheri said when he started to get up. “I’m so wound up, I couldn’t possibly sit still.”
“Why?” Charles asked.
“I just am,” Sheri replied as she stood next to him, the light from the monitor and the nightlight illuminating her, most of her breasts easily visible from the sides of her old-man t-shirt, her hard nipples poking through the thin material in front.
Starting the slide show, Charles sat back, watching it and his sister at the same time. As the photos got more intense, showing the various stages of a blowjob, followed by an oral creampie which was swallowed, then someone eating her pussy, then fucking her, then cumming in her and all over her, Sheri’s breathing rate increased.
Her hands were on the desk and she was leaning closer and closer to the monitor to see the photos as they flashed across the screen. Her old-man t-shirt barely covered her ass in the best of times, but leaning forward, even as slightly as she was doing, pulled it up in back and Charles was treated to a view of his sister’s ass. Looking down, he could see the inside of her thighs glistening.
“My god, that’s a man!” Sheri said, pointing at the monitor, Charles immediately pressing the spacebar to stop the slide show.
“Yes,” Charles replied, looking at the photo on the monitor of what was obviously a man, his tongue stuck into her cum-filled pussy, then a photo of the same man just before his lips fastened onto her cum-covered clit.
“Eating cum?!” Sheri asked, leaning even more forward, her long pussy lips now visible to Charles who saw a glint of light as a droplet of pussy juice fell to the floor.
“Don’t you?” Charles asked, laughing when he saw the surprised look on her face as she stood up and turned to look at him.
“But I’m a girl,” she replied.
“Do you eat pussy?” Charles asked, having to put his hand over his mouth to avoid laughing out loud and waking their parents when he saw her expression. “Well, have you ever tasted yourself on a guy’s cock before?” he asked, smiling when he saw the expression in her eyes change. “So, what’s the difference? You like the taste of your own, why shouldn’t a guy, especially when most women are just dying for a mouthful of it. Obviously, it’s not bad for you.”
“But… but…” Sheri stammered.
“Do you like the taste of cum?” Charles asked, even in the low light able to see the total flush of color that suffused his sister’s face.
“Can you start that again?” Sheri asked, gulping her breath as she turned and leaned over on her elbows on the desk, her face close to the monitor as Charles pressed the spacebar to restart the slide show.