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  “Good, much better,” Lisa said. She had a huge and extremely expensive-looking black camera in her hands and she was circling us, taking pictures from all sides.

  “Glad she’s happy,” Kurt muttered in my ear over the clicking of the camera. “If I got much closer we’d actually be…” He trailed off, and I wondered if he was as embarrassed as I was. But I was soon to find out that the awkwardness had only just begun.

  “Now, Kurt,” Lisa directed, making a motion with the hand that wasn’t holding the camera. “Lift Melanie’s leg with your hand ‑‑ that’s right, spread her thighs, make it look real, like you’re really penetrating deep ‑‑ this is the second part of the position.”

  I stiffened as Kurt’s big hand glided over my naked skin and came to rest on my thigh. God, I hadn’t anticipated how hard this was going to be, how much my own hidden desires were going to come to the surface. Just feeling his body pressed against mine, having his hand on me, even on my leg, was making my heart beat like a drum.

  “Easy, Mel,” Kurt whispered in my ear as he raised my thigh. The position opened me up, making my pussy lips part and I hoped he wouldn’t look down between my legs and see how hot and wet I was getting. I tried not to imagine how it would be if we were making love for real, how easy it would be for Kurt to slide down a little and enter me, fitting the head of his cock to my wet, open cunt.

  “Good, I think I’ve got all I need of that one.” Lisa stood back, obviously satisfied, and Kurt let my leg go quickly and scooted away, as though he’d been burned.

  “Hey.” I looked over my shoulder, offended. “You don’t have to act like I’ve got the plague the minute she calls cut.”

  “Sorry.” He was breathing hard, his deep chest moving in and out like a bellows. “I just…I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”

  “Kurt, please.” I shook my head, trying to make sure my eyes stayed above his waist. “You’re only doing this because of me, I know. And I appreciate it, because it is kind of awkward.”

  “You think?” He gave a short, sharp laugh and shook his head. “Mel, you have no idea ‑‑”

  “Okay, people, enough chitchat. Next position. Lazy downward dog, please,” Lisa snapped, as though we were supposed to understand what she was talking about. Neither Kurt nor I did, which made me feel a little better about my experience or lack of it. I hadn’t dated very many guys, to be honest, maybe because if I wanted a male friend to hang out with Kurt was always there, and had been for almost the entire time I’d been old enough to go out.

  Lisa explained and soon enough we were in position ‑‑ me lying on my stomach with my legs spread and Kurt hovering over me awkwardly, supporting his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.

  “Come on, Kurt,” Lisa said impatiently. “I know you don’t want to smash her, but you can get a little closer than that.”

  Sighing, he lowered himself and the heated length of his shaft branded my ass again. This time I didn’t jump quite so much ‑‑ was I getting used to it? Hardly, I thought; it was just that it wasn’t such a shock to realize that he was hard because of me. After all, my pussy was practically liquid with need right now, and it was all due to the close proximity of my hot stepbrother. I was glad my desire wasn’t as obvious as his, though ‑‑ I was able to hide what I was feeling much more easily than he was.

  My smugness lasted until the next pose ‑‑ classic doggy-style. I felt much more exposed as I climbed to my hands and knees. My full breasts hung down like ripe fruit, my nipples achingly hard while Kurt positioned himself between my spread legs. With my thighs wide open, I knew he would be able to see how slippery and swollen my pussy was getting. I just hoped he wasn’t looking at that particular area, although I was afraid he must be. After all, now was the perfect opportunity for him to sneak a peek since I was facing away from him. I knew if I had gotten a chance to examine his south of the border areas without him seeing me do it, I would have taken it in a heartbeat. So I couldn’t really expect him to be any more honorable than I would have been.

  Kurt rested his big hands lightly on my hips, obviously trying to keep his pelvis well back from my exposed ass and open pussy as Lisa adjusted her camera. When she looked up at us, she frowned again.

  “Okay, you two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, stalking over with the camera in one hand.

  “What do you mean?” I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.

  “Why are you” ‑‑ she pointed at Kurt ‑‑ “acting like she’s too hot to touch? And you ‑‑” She pointed at me. “Why are you playing Little Miss Shy? And why are both of you as stiff as boards? I would expect this kind of reserve if the two of you didn’t know each other, but you’re a couple ‑‑ you’ve been together for…how many years?”

  “Five,” Kurt said before I could answer.

  “Five years,” Lisa continued, pacing up and down in front of the bed where we were positioned. “I mean, you’ve probably fucked her this way lots of times before, am I right, Kurt?”

  “Oh, uh, sure.” He coughed, and I could almost see his tan face turning red. “I’ve just never…never in front of a camera.”

  “Well, that to the side, it’s obvious you two have chemistry. You want her, right? She turns you on?”

  Kurt cleared his throat and I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder to see his reaction to Lisa’s matter-of-fact question. “Yes, I want her,” he said with a quiet intensity that made me shiver. “I want her so much it hurts.”

  “And you, Melanie,” Lisa continued, looking at me. “Kurt is a good-looking guy, and it’s clear he knows how to treat you in the bedroom. Knows when to be gentle, when to be rough ‑‑ am I right?”

  I bit my lip and felt myself turning bright red in the face, but I forced myself to answer. “Kurt’s…ah, amazing in bed,” I murmured. “He always knows just how to touch me.” Now why had I added that last part? Was I crazy, throwing gasoline on the fire I could feel raging between myself and my stepbrother? But once the words were out, I couldn’t call them back. Lisa, apparently oblivious to the added tension she was causing, continued to lecture.

  “There’s a lot of passion between you two ‑‑ I can feel it just under the surface, waiting to get out. And I know this kind of posing is awkward ‑‑ it’s hard to do sexual things, even things you’ve done with a lover for years ‑‑ in front of the camera. But think of the readers ‑‑ they want more than just to be educated, they want to be titillated. Turned on. And nothing is more titillating or sexier than seeing two people who really care about each other making love. Do you see?”

  I nodded and Kurt said, “Uh, sure,” from behind me.

  Lisa nodded vigorously. “Glad you agree. So, please, let me see a little of that sensuality break free. Really get into it. Mel, spread your legs more and arch your back, as if you were trying to get him deeper inside you. And, Kurt, lean over Mel and hold her, cup her breasts. Stroke her, caress her, let her feel how much you want her.” She lifted the camera again and began fiddling with the lens. Apparently the lecture was over ‑‑ for now.

  “Mel?” I heard Kurt whisper in my ear. “Is this okay with you?”

  I watched as Lisa finished whatever she was doing with the camera and raised it to her eye. I knew this was our last chance. We were going to have to let go a little more, or we’d be out the door and she’d find two other models who weren’t quite so constrained around each other.

  “Yes,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider and arching my back. I could feel the tips of my long auburn hair trailing over my naked lower back, tickling my bare skin, and the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my hands and knees. But most of all, I was hypersensitive to the feeling of Kurt’s hands on my body as he bent over me. There was something warm and wet in the center of my back and I realized that he’d kissed me. Then again and again ‑‑ he was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine, his mouth hot against my shivering skin as hi