A topless sister.

Palpable anticipation followed them into her room. Jessie closed and locked the door behind him, and clambered silently onto her bed.

“I won’t be able to market these without a proper backdrop.”

“This is just to show you I'm not a little kid. There’ll be plenty more professional grade shoots where these come from.”

She took her leather jacket off and threw it on the floor, giving him the clearest view of her cleavage he’d ever seen through the strings of her corset-shirt.

“... and you’re treating me like a child!” Rang through his head. Not this time.

“Jesus Christ your boobs look great.”

She untied the strings crisscrossing her chest and let them hang loosely next to her cleavage. Then she pushed her tits together with her arms. The resulting bulge of pillowy goodness was erotic as hell.

"Really? They aren't too fat?" she asked innocently.

His boner reared it’s head instantaneously, and he started snapping close ups and bust shots one after the other.

“They're perfect. Lean forward. Let the camera see your whole milky valley.” The pale mountains of her flesh wobbled luxuriously with every slight movement she made. His mouth felt dry and it was harder than normal to swallow.

“Do you have a bra on, Jess?”

“Huh? Of course I do...” she replied with some hesitation.

“Can I ask you to take your corset off please?”

“I’ll freaking kill myself if you show these pictures to anyone. Just so you know.”

“These are for my eyes only. I swear.”

“Good boy. Then... why don’t you take it off for me,” Jessie said in a husky voice, shifting her shoulders to make her boobs rub together seductively.

“Wh-What?”

“Undress me, Mr. Photographer. That’s your job, isn’t it?”

Her coy smile masked her nerves.

This was a far cry from the past two times they’d fooled around. This was clearly an intentional seduction on her part.

Is she pushing herself to try to keep me from straying?

Jessie grew impatient and stalked on hands an knees, closing the gap between them. She placed her hands on either of his shoulders and drew her face toward his neck. Although she seemed determined to prove she had the allure of a grown woman, an endearing pink heat touched her face and she wasn’t quite able to meet his eyes.

Cuter than a box of kittens and sexier than a horde of succubi, he thought.

I wouldn’t have her any other way.

Nipping teeth sank into the **** skin of his neck. She wasn’t afraid to use his danger button to get what she wanted... and if she wanted it, he’d give her what she asked for.

The hem of her shirt slid slowly over her bellybutton, past her black lingerie bra, and right on over her head, leaving the apple of his eye shy and horny before him. He drank in every inch of the dreamlike vision laid bare before him.

“You’re staring an awful lot...” she said, fidgeting nervously.

“File a complaint with me later,” he replied, half joking but not about to take his eyes off her.

He resisted the lascivious spell she was casting on him and stepped a few feet back so he could take some more pictures. The lens zoomed in on her beautiful half-concealed snowy globes and followed their curvature until it landed on a darling beauty mark peering halfway out of the cup of her bra. He snapped a close up.

I need to see the rest.

“Push your boobs up with your arm,” he commanded.

Her breaths were ragged as she silently complied. Gold streams of her hair fell over one side of her chest when she moved her arm. She looked like a goddess posing for a sculpture of her likeness. A faint nippley hue of color emerged from the edges of her bra; the beauty mark coming into full view along with her areola.

Her face was beet red while he lavished her magnificent breasts with all of his attention. She reached a hand out to him in need and he took it and walked to her.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded. “Remind me that I’m safe with you...”

The kiss started reassuringly gentle, but it wasn’t long before their true emotions were communicated by sticky tongues exploring steamy mouths.

Fingernails dug into his back in catlike approval, and she stood on her knees to give him free access to her ass. The nylon tights beneath his fingers fueled his honesty, and he finally asked something he’d been wanting to ask since their first photo shoot.

“Can I see them?” he asked through lips coated in her saliva.

Jessie’s eyes were distant; her arousal apparent but not yet great enough to overtake her nerves. “What if you hate them?”

Leon licked her neck, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. “Fat chance of that.”

“Even if you hate them you have to pretend to like them. My heart can’t take booby rejection right now.”

“Jess.”

“W-what?” she stammered, caught off guard by his serious tone.

“Show me your tits.”

“G-geez! Don’t just come out and say it like that! Pervert. Brute. Nincompoop.” She kept hurling insults at him even as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. All that kept it from falling was the arm under her chest.

Realizing she wasn’t going to let it drop without some extra special encouragement, he slapped her butt. She yelped and reached her arm backwards instinctively.

The black lace dropped unceremoniously to her bed, and he finally saw the treasures she’d been keeping from him.

He had to bite his cheek to stop himself from reaching for a handful.

Jessie screeched and tried to hide them, but he grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides. He’d done his best to never restrain her incase it triggered flashbacks, but he didn’t think her eyes were growing saucer size due to relived trauma.

“Don’t look!”

“I can’t help myself. They’re everything I fantasized about and more. Your adorable rock hard nipples, your sexy little mole... how is every part of you so pink and cute?”

“Dummy. I said not to look,” she whispered, but that switch of hers finally seemed to flip and now he could see the same carnal hunger he’d been feeling reflected in her eyes.

Half-naked, she embraced him again and bit his neck.

“C-calm down Jess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna touch them.”

Her teeth stayed poised to bite one more time. Part of him hoped she did it. He knew she wasn’t ready, but he wanted to get his hands on her so bad...

Her tongue flicked out between her teeth and licked him instead before she backed off.

“Soon. I’ll try to get there for you soon.

“N-no problem. This is just a whole lot of stimulation for a virgin like me,” he said.

“I can tell. I feel all that stimulation jumping around on my skirt, Mr. Photographer,” she teased, referring to his dick. “Feels like you like my boobies after all.”

“Consider me their #1 fan. It’s gonna be really hard to market your attributes when all I want to do is keep every sexy inch of you all to myself.”

“You could always give up photography and become a body positivity coach. You make me feel like an exotic empress or something,” she giggled, still very much Jessie Marshall underneath all the raw sexual energy.

“If I did that, I wouldn’t have an excuse to take pictures of your adorable nipples. I don’t think you appreciate just how tragic that would be for me.”

Jessie looked down and prodded at her nipples with the tips of her fingers.

“They’re not so special. Just boring old nipples.”

“That’s straight up untrue,” he said as he got a closeup of her fingers prodding at them.

“Baloney. What makes them so special, then?”

“They’re yours.”

Jessie squeaked and flopped backwards, face up on her bed. The act caused fleshy waves to erupt across her chest so alluringly that he decided his sister’s smoking hot titties must be the 8th wonder of the world.

Gravity pushed them apart appealingly once they settled.

“You did that on purpose,” he accused.

“You were making my legs weak! I needed a break!”

Leon got on the bed and straddled her hips, looking down at her marvelous breasts through the viewfinder. The shutter clicked rapidly like a noisy cricket stuck in the bedroom. One very, very horny cricket.

“I’ve never been this shy in my whole entire Jessie sized life. Showing my crush my boobs is so dang nerve wracking."

Behind the viewfinder he asked, “So I’m your crush, huh?”

“You already know that, dummy. I’m not letting you pin me down topless on my bed for the hell of it.”

“Y’know, when you put it like that I get a sudden urge to mercilessly fondle those big ol’ boobies of yours.”

Jessie squirmed underneath him as if trying to escape.

“Hey, hey,” he said patiently, cupping her cheek. “Future warning: I might say stupid shit when I’m this horny, but you know I’d never hurt you.”

Her muscles relaxed when their eyes met and she smiled up at him meekly. “I know, I know. Sorry about that... I’m still okay. Maybe we could dump the word ‘merciless’ from our bedroom vocabulary though? It... it has some really shitty connotations for me.”

She must trust me a whole hell of a lot to let me be on top of her in this situation.

“Maybe we should sto-”

Jessie’s slender hands started kneading her bountiful melons right there underneath him. Delicate fingers squeezed and morphed her curves in ways he could have only imagined when fantasizing late at night with his dick in his hand.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he said dumbly.

Jessie let out a sexy laugh and pinched her nipples. “See? I’m fine. Totally dying of embarrassment on the inside, but otherwise doing great!“

Cammy's memory would be full in no time at the rate he slammed the shutter button while his little sister groped and fondled her titties around for his viewing pleasure.