Against your better judgement.

“Okay, but just one.”

“You’re the boss, Mr. Photographer. So where do you want me?”

“Lay on the ground, with your feet facing the bed. Make sure to stay on the sheet too,” he said, letting his work and lust distract him for the time being.

He walked over to where she was starting to lay down, and began directing her pose accordingly.

“Alright let’s see, scootch your butt over this way a little,” he said.

“Now bend your right leg up like you're doing a sit-up, but leave your left leg on the ground. Good, good! See? Model material already!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle.

“Your other leg can stay where it’s at, but this... is me asking, like I promised.” He told her, almost messing up their trust yet again. This time he’d caught himself.

“What’s up?” Her voice was small but tried to stay confident.

“I want to know if you can move the hem of your sweater up to just above your bellybutton, so we can expose your waist. It'd also be great if you could pull the left half of your sweater down so we can expose your shoulder.”

“To make me sexier?”

“To make you the sexiest,” he said and smiled down at her reassuringly.

“I suppose so... you can do the shoulder for me so you can get the sweater where you want it; just don't expose anything I don't want you to see. I’m trusting you, Mr. Photographer.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” he said, and pinched her cheek playfully. She swatted his arm.

“Ugh, go do what you have to do and leave my face alone!” She giggled.

Leon took a moment to watch as she lifted the hem of her sweater, the crimson material sliding up to reveal more and more of her tender white stomach. It didn't have the firmness of muscle, or the pudginess of fat. Like everything else about her, it was just... soft. And tempting.

He moved to her left shoulder and hooked his hand under the collar, exposing more magnificent bare skin as he pulled it down. His fingers brushed against the strap of her bra, causing him to hesitate.

“Hey Jessie? I’m sorry to have to ask, but I forgot about the bra strap. I need to move it down with the sweater, okay?”

She grimaced, but whispered “Uh huh,” before adding "but be careful please."

He scooped the strap under his hand and moved it along to rest on her upper bicep with the sweater. Then he moved closer to her face. He reached down and cupped her cheek with his hand. She was trembling a little.

“Hey,” he said gently.

“Hey yourself,” she replied. “Are we done yet?”

He laughed and asked, “What happened to all that bravado about taking a bunch of sexy pictures?”

“I was clearly getting ahead of myself.”

“Now now, just relax, beautiful. You’re looking really good right now.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Why aren’t you taking the picture? Please don’t tell me there’s more...”

“A little bit. Sorry. I want you to look perfect.”

“What, what, what? What do you want now you stupid bully?” The little tantrum made him want to scoop her up and give her a big hug. Such a cutie.

“Sorry Jess, I need this arm up here... no not quite like that. May I?” He gestured towards her arm.

"You may, Mr. Photographer. You've been a good boy so far, so I think I'll trust you enough for the small touches. No big touches though, they're absolutely forbidden!"

"Big touches?" he said, giving her an amused look.

"You know what I mean. The inappropriate stuff. Places where a brother shouldn't be touching his sister," she said with a knowing smile.

We're getting pretty close to the territory of things a brother wouldn't normally do with his sister already, Jessie my dear, he thought with a chuckle, and moved her arm up above her head. Her position was almost perfect now.

“And this is the last thing, but I'm going to let you do it yourself since it'd be a liiiittle bit much for you if I did it, I think.”

“Oh god. What?” She asked in her tiny voice.

“Take your left hand and put it on your waist for me... excellent. Now slide you fingers under the waist of your jeans a little."

“Under-!?”

“Hey hey, look at my face." He gave her a friendly wink. "I’m looking right at your pearly blues, so I can’t even see what you’re doing. No need to feel awkward.”

She bit her lip and hesitated before nodding once.

“Good. Push your fingers down until your waistband is touching your knuckles, but don’t cover them.”

“Keep your eyes right up here, buster," she joked weakly. After a slight motion of her arm she said, "Okay, I think I did it how you wanted."

“Can I look now?”

“If you have to...”

“Sorry beautiful, but I do.”

“I know,” she said.

He stepped back and admired her position. This was easily the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. His sister was splayed out like a lover waiting for her partner to come find her late at night and ravish her from her golden head to her petite toes. Conflicting thoughts waged through his mind about why exactly he was the one who chose this position, but he pushed them aside in favor of marveling at her tantalizing form. If this didn't convince her, nothing would.

"Everything looks perfect. I'm going to stand up on your bed here and take some pictures now. Are you ready?"

“As ready as I can be,” she replied with the voice of a mouse.

"Then let's see the most seductive look you can think of," he grinned.

She tried shutting her eyes and biting her bottom lip. That was all wrong, but he took a picture hoping it would make her laugh later.

“Open your eyes, but keep the lip bite. Be a little gentler with it though. There, that’s good. Now give me some bedroom eyes. Look at the camera like you want it to jump your bones!”

The look she gave him was so perfect it made his cock start to stiffen. If this was any indication of how natural her expressions could look, she was going to make a great model.

He took his time sweeping the camera up and down her body after taking the first few photos. First zooming in on the ample knitted mounds of her breasts, then panning the camera down across the ivory valley of her waist, along the shapely curves of her denim clad legs, and further still until he arrived at her dainty bare feet. Something about her well maintained, clean feet got his engines revving. He'd never known he even liked feet, until he saw hers.

Up to this point he'd resisted taking unnecessary pictures (he knew she'd want to see them after all was said and done) but there was nothing he could do to stop himself from taking a picture of her feet. Surely he could make up some excuse for the picture later, if she asked.

“Mr. Photographer?”

“Uh... yeah?” He replied distractedly, still looking through the viewfinder.

“Maybe you'd better cool off a little, don't you think?”

“Huh?” He asked, forcing his attention away from her curves. Then he realized that his cock had fully stiffened, and was forming a pretty obvious tent in his pants.

“Oh shit! Uhhh I can explain this, I just-“

Jessie chuckled and pushed herself up off the floor. She repositioned her sweater, replacing the creamy magnificence of her skin with the, by comparison, dull knits of her sweater.

“You don’t have to explain, I know exactly what that is. I told you to make me sexy, and judging by the results, I’d say you did exactly that.”

“Riiiight, well I’m still sorry.”

“You aren’t trying to use it on me, so don’t be.” she said, and walked over to give him an appreciative hug. Even though she kept their waists far enough apart to avoid any stimulating interactions, her breasts still smooshed pleasantly against his chest.

“Thanks for being so patient with me. Having you there constantly reassuring me honestly helped,” she said, and kissed his cheek. Her feminine lips pulled away as she said, "a lot."

“Are you trying to make sure I keep this thing going all night or what?” He asked, motioning towards the tent in his pants.

“Sorry! I just thought you deserved a reward for helping me out... and keeping that bad boy in your pants,” she replied through a mischievous giggle. “Will you hook your camera up to my laptop real quick so I can see what’s got you all hot and bothered?”