Together at first, side by side

"Shouldn't we be wearing bras?" Cecilia asked, being the more modest of the two.

"What for?" the photographer asked.

Lana huffed impatiently. "If you've been paying any attention to the media you'd know that celebrities and models don't wear bras at photoshoots. Anyway, this is to show what your body looks like in a variety of clothes. If you're muffled by clothes they can't get an accurate handle on whether you'd be a good fit for their product and work."

Cecilia looked like she wanted to argue but Rachel took her and and asked brightly, "So what do we do?"

"Go there," the photographer motioned to a platform surrounded by lights and white panels.

The two girls looked at each other nervously, but excitement boiled beneath the surface. It wasn't actually a real job, but it was a step closer to their dream and a sample of what jobs for them would be like in the future.

"Okay, let's start with you two facing each other, hugging."

"Hugging?" Cecilia frowned, glancing at her sisters nipples, the two thinking of the awkwardness that could ensue.

"Do you never hug?" Lana asked caustically. Cecilia glared, but Rachel pulled her close.

"Cheek-to-cheek," the photographer added, and Rachel practically bear-hugged Cecilia to her.

The two pasted smiles on their faces. Rachel's might have inadvertently been more erotic than platonic, but no one objected.

The two girls were acutely aware of each the other's body against their own. Rachel's perpetually erect nipples poked Cecilia's embarrassingly, but at least she'd taken out all her piercings beforehand. Cecilia thought piercings were trashy and didn't that Rachel had a multitude of them.

"Hands down above your butts. No dammit, behind each others' back, you twits," the photographer bellowed. Cecilia narrowed her eyes, looking at Lana, who seemed thoroughly bored by it all. The people watching just snickered. "No, not groping her, Cece!"

"Rachel," Rachel corrected, scrambling to move her hands higher. It hadn't been a grope! "She's Cece. Er, Cecilia."

Cecilia smoothed her face and draped her hands precisely where the photographer wanted them, smiling again, while Rachel had to adjust her hands upwards, avoiding the appearance of impropriety, but never quite able to stop the smoldering look that said she was really really happy to be pressing against this hot piece of ass next to her.

The two shifted poses for fifteen minutes, sticking with the breast to breast pose for a while and then shifting, mostly doing side-by-side posing, many of them symmetrical. Rachel had to be told multiple times to stop looking like she was humping her sister when they were butt to butt or that she shouldn't have her hands in her sister's cooch when they did the Princess Leia-Luke Skywalker pose.

By the end of that session she was a nervous wreck. they segued into bathing suits farely easily, it being familiar ground for them, and Rachel began to relax, and even began to wish that Cecilia would screw up for once instead of her.

"Okay, now the risquee stuff," the photographer announced, and Lana looked up from the paperwork she'd been doing