he Morning After
Breakfast next morning was quiet as the assorted lovers took stock of their experiences. They had remained in their groupings overnight and Molly remembered fondly her son’s vigorous fucking of her twice more during the night. Jack, too, had great memories of his sister’s lissome body writhing in ecstasy as they fucked each other to sleep. The three cousins, Greg, Cara and Sarah, had probably had the least sex for shortly after Greg fucked his sister they had fallen asleep, awaking in a cozy tangle of limbs shortly before breakfast.
“Are you still modelling for me, Cara?” John asked as the seven sat with their coffee. They were all naked. No-one wanted to bother with clothing.
“Sure thing,” said Cara, grinning.
“Modelling?” said Jill, curious.
“Cara said she’d model nude for me, ‘cos I got a new camera for my birthday. Mom said she would, too.”
“Did she now?” said Jill, grinning at her sister-in-law.
“Sure did,” said Molly, grinning right back. “How about you and Sarah, too?”
Jill looked at her nephew. “Who gets to see these photographs, John?”
“Only us, I promise,” said John.
“Okay, me too,” Jill said, flushing, but smiling, too. “Sarah?”
“Yep, mom, me too.” Her grin was wide.
“Four nude models for you, John. When?” asked Molly.
“I think now, before the sun gets too hot. The shadows will be better, too, if the sun’s not overhead.” John looked around. “Okay with everyone?”
“Do you need any assistants?” Jack said.
“With all four of our ladies, probably not. Why?”
“I thought Greg and I might take the tanks and have a look at the reef. Greg?”
“Yeah, sounds great.” His nephew grinned.
“Is that okay with everyone?” Jack said.
A chorus of assent got the party moving. John went upstairs for his camera bag while Jack and Greg went out to the shack where the scuba gear and compressor were. The four women looked at each other. “Make-up?” said Molly.
Jill nodded. “I think so. No clothes to accent our positives, so best to eliminate our negatives. Eyes and mouths, I think, but subtle. And sunblock first!”
The four women began to apply, and help each other apply, sunblock and make-up so that when John returned with camera bag, tripod and reflector, four beautiful women awaited him. He looked from one to another, a faint grin on his face.
“Boy,” he said, “I wish I could publish these, ‘cos you guys look stunning.”
“Come on, son, let’s go take pictures,” said Molly.
They spent an hour and a half taking photographs, and John was glad he had extra storage cards for the camera, because he reckoned he had about a hundred and ninety photographs. He’d chosen to take them all at high resolution, reasoning that he could always reduce the resolution later, but not increase it. He had photographs of each of them standing, sitting, kneeling, lying. Singly, in pairs, in threes and fours. Most of the pictures could be published in any photographic magazine, but as the time went on and they got comfortable, the shots became raunchier. John had taken one of his Aunt Jill and he could swear that he could see her pussy slightly open. That was a shot he planned to study very carefully later as well as a couple of raunchy shots of his sister and his cousin.
As they were finishing up, Jack and Greg came back from their dive. “We got some fish for lunch,” said Jack. He grinned. “We cleaned ’em, too.”
“Good, but it’s only ten forty-five, and I want to build up an appetite,” said Molly. “Who’s with who?”
“Daddy?” said Cara. Jack nodded.
“After what you told me about John, Molly, I think I’d like to try him out. You okay with that, John?” said Jill.
“Sure thing, Aunt Jill,” John said, smiling broadly.
Molly grinned at Sarah. “Come on, honey, let’s you and me go exhaust your brother.”
“Yeah!” said Greg, his eyes fixed on his aunt.
As John began to pack away his photography gear the others left until only Jill was with him. She smiled.
“John?” Jill said, her tone tentative.
“Yeah?”
“How about right here?”
John glanced around the little clearing beside the pool where they’d been shooting. “Fine by me,” he said with a grin.
“There’s another thing,” Jill said. “Can I take your photograph?”
“Sure,” said John. “Now?”
“In a moment,” said Jill, a faint grin on her face, “just as soon as I get you hard.” She moved closer to him, a smile on her lips, eyes warm. John smiled back, putting down his camera gear and enfolding Jill in his arms. Their lips met in a kiss, hot, wanting, tongues duelling. Gently, John broke the kiss, smiling at Jill.
“You are one hot lady, Aunt Jill.”
“Just Jill, sweetie. That way I can pretend you’re not my nephew.” Her hand dropped to his erection, standing proud now, hard, ready. She squeezed lightly. “Picture time!”
John laughed and moved away from her, reaching for his camera. “It’s on auto, so all you need to do is take up the first pressure on the shutter-release, to activate the auto-focus, zoom as you like, then press harder while you hold your breath.”
“Honey, looking at that lovely prick you have there, and thinking about where it will be very soon, I may forget to breathe altogether.” Jill reached for the camera and John moved away to lean against a tree. Jill raised the camera to her eye, then signalled to John. “Turn slightly, honey, I want you and that lovely prick to show at their best.”