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  “It’s okay, Mel,” he murmured. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “I know,” I whispered back. “I just…I’ve never really done this before.”

  “And you’re not really going to do it now,” he reminded me. “This is like everything else ‑‑ fake. We’re just going to make a pretty picture so whoever reads the book thinks I was really going down on you.”

  “You’re right, I know,” I said. His words both comforted and saddened me, but I didn’t know why.

  “It felt pretty real a minute ago, though,” he admitted, still stroking my thighs as he smiled up at me. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

  I blushed. “Nowhere. It just…seemed like the right thing to do. Did it feel good?”

  “Incredible,” he assured me, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh. “I swear I was right on the edge of coming when she stopped us.”

  “Remember, no cum shots,” I reminded him with a giggle. “That’s why I had to keep sucking you ‑‑ you kept making more and more precum. I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

  “Remind me to get in trouble like that more often,” he murmured, grinning up at me.

  “Okay, are we ready?” Lisa bustled up, an entirely new lens on her camera. I was beginning to wonder how many she had.

  “More than ready,” Kurt told her. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Just kiss her to start with,” Lisa directed him. “Spread her legs a little wider so that she opens up a little. We want to show just a hint of clit, I think. Good.” She nodded as Kurt did as she said. “And now, kiss her like you were kissing her mouth,” she continued.

  I had propped myself on my elbows because it made me feel too vulnerable to lay flat on my back, so I was able to watch as Kurt followed her instructions. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my mound where the soft, neatly trimmed thatch of red curls grew. I caught my breath as he lifted his mouth and brushed his lips against the top of my pussy slit, and even lower, gently pressing his mouth to my puffy outer lips.

  “Good.” Lisa’s voice was hushed and even the clicking of her camera seemed muted. “Now spread her open with your thumbs ‑‑ let’s see that hot little clit. And let’s see you kissing it while you hold her open.”

  Kurt seemed more than eager to obey her commands. His breath was warm and ticklish against my inner thighs as he parted my pussy lips and pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to my throbbing clit. I fisted my hands in the white cotton sheet and bit my lip as I watched him kiss me. It was all I could do to stop myself from burying my eager fingers in his thick black hair and pulling him forward so that I could ride his face. I felt so hot I thought I was going to explode, and yet Kurt continued with the exquisite torture, never hurrying as he took things further and further, step-by-step.

  First, he lapped gently at my clit, and then he sucked it into his mouth and traced it over and over with the tip of his tongue. A low moan burst out of me, and I felt like my heart was beating in every part of my body at the same time. God, it was so hot, watching him open me and eat me, watching the enjoyment on his face as his tongue explored me until my cunt honey coated his cheeks. I wondered if I had looked like that when I sucked his cock, if I had been half as absorbed and excited as he was now, lapping my cunt. I thought I probably had. After all, the fact that sucking him excited me so much was one of the reasons I was as wet as I was right now. I wondered if down below Kurt was getting even hotter and harder. Wondered if he was producing more of that salty precum I had licked up for him earlier.

  “Penetrate her with your tongue,” Lisa’s voice was murmuring somewhere in the fog of pleasure surrounding me. “Lift her hips in your hands and get as deep into her as you can.”

  Kurt didn’t need her directions ‑‑ he seemed to know instinctively what to do to make me feel good. I moaned again as he slid both hands under my ass and his scratchy cheeks brushed against my tender inner thighs. The new position spread me even wider, reminding me of the plow pose we’d been in earlier, and then Kurt was thrusting his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it as if it were his cock and he was desperate to come.

  “Kurt, oh, God! Kurt!” I gasped as he tongue-fucked me. Losing control, I buried my fingers in his hair and pressed up against him, riding his mouth shamelessly as he brought me right to the edge. This time I knew I was going to come ‑‑ there was no way I couldn’t with my stepbrother’s mouth all over my pussy and his tongue buried deep in my cunt.

  “Okay, people, that’s enough of that.”

  Once again Lisa called a halt before I could reach the end. I glared at her in frustration as Kurt untangled himself from my thighs unwillingly.

  “I was so close,” I whispered to him. “So close to coming. I think I’m about to burst!”

  “I know how you feel.” He licked his lips and smiled at me, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Going down on you has me about to explode too. I always wondered what your pussy would taste like, Mel.”

  “You did?” I bit my lip uncertainly. “I mean, really?”

  “Really,” he admitted. “Especially on those damn vacations where we had to share a room. I used to fantasize about climbing under your covers and spreading your legs and going down on you, tasting your pussy while you tried not to moan too loud.”

  The naughty fantasy surprised and pleased me. I had to admit I’d had similar thoughts while I lay in the bed across from him. Not that I had ever admitted them to myself. And I had certainly never expected to act on them as we had just now when I sucked Kurt’s cock and he ate my pussy. I felt an uneasy sense of guilt at the thought, but I pushed it away. After all, this was just a one-time thing ‑‑ a job, for Pete’s sake. I had to be professional and do what the photographer wanted, and Kurt was in the same boat. After we got out of here, we would go back to living our normal lives and never even talk about this again, I was sure.

  I was so busy reassuring myself that I almost missed Lisa’s next words.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I asked her. “I, uh, didn’t get that.”

  Lisa walked over, screwing yet another new lens on her camera. “I asked how you two felt about doing those penetration shots we talked about,” she said.

  Chapter Seven

  “These shots ‑‑ they don’t have to be full penetration if you’d rather not,” Lisa was still explaining as she tended her camera. Kurt had gotten off the floor to sit beside me on the bed, and he was staring at her intently, obviously thinking about what she was saying.

  “What do you mean, not full penetration?” he asked suspiciously. “How can I be in Mel and not at the same time?”

  Lisa sighed. “Well, I noticed you doing it earlier while we were shooting the classic missionary, so I thought I’d ask ‑‑ you can just put the head of your penis inside her to give the reader a general idea of how the male’s genitals fit with the female’s in any given position. Some of these poses, the average person assumes he or she has to be an acrobat to get into them.” She laughed. “And in some cases they’re right. But it’s honestly not too hard to achieve most of them, and the author wanted me to do a series of close-up shots, strictly from the waist down, to show that.”

  “I don’t know,” I said, biting my lip. “Are you sure that, uh, partial penetration would do the trick?” I had been against it earlier, but now that I thought about it, I was pretty sure I could go for just having the head of Kurt’s cock inside me. After all, he’d already been rubbing all over me and coating my inner folds with his precum, not to mention eating my pussy. Letting him slide just the tip of his shaft into my cunt didn’t seem like it was going so much further. I just didn’t want him all the way inside me, I told myself. That would be too much, too wrong.

  “Well, full penetration would be best, of course,” Lisa said matter-of-factly. “But partial penetration will more than get the point across. We’d have to repeat some of the poses we already put you in, though. I’d be focusing on a whole different area.”