Take some naked pictures in her room

You glance over at the clock in the living room. You estimate that Sabrina won’t be back for another 30 minutes at minimum. If she catches you here with Emma, this whole venture will be for nothing, but doing a quick photoshoot with Emma should be enough to prove you’re the man for the job. You think about a fast and easy way to show your work.

“Let’s go to your room and take some test shots,” you tell her.

“Alright, I guess I can get dressed while we’re there,” she says.

“Actually, I was thinking nudes,” you reply. “You’re going to have to get naked in the end anyways, why get dressed?”

“Don’t those sites start with clothes and then lead to that?” Sabrina asks you, getting a little suspicious.

“Sure they do, but we don’t have to do a full shoot, just key shots. Key shots being money shots, if you know what I mean,” you grin at your play on words. Emma isn’t so easily amused.

“What if this is your way to get me in my room naked?” she considers with deepening suspicion. “Do you plan to take advantage of me, John?”

“Will that get me the job?” you quip back. You’re quite aware that Emma is into you and call her bluff.

Emma gives a naughty grin and sings back, “Maaybee…”

This seems to be enough to convince her to let you in. She turns and heads towards her guest room, peeking over her shoulder to see if you are following. You grab your clothes and fall in step.

“Oh, you don’t get to get dressed if I don’t,” Emma states. She grins, looking towards your crotch and adds. “I want to see if I’m doing it right!”

“Ah… sure…” you acquiesce. You glance down at yourself and note that she already has you in second gear. She holds her grin and turns around, practically skipping back to her room.

Sabrina’s guest room resembles a hotel room with a bed in the center stacked with pillows, a dresser opposite to it and a desk and chair to the side. Emma sits on the edge of the bed and looks at you expectantly.

“OK, so what should I do now?” she asks.

“I’m picturing you sleeping in the nude, waking up and then playing up to the camera,” you explain to her.

She mulls it over and nods, then crawls into bed. You pull your phone out from your pants pocket and set it up for camera mode. You take a few snaps as she settles into position.

Emma is a natural, taking your instructions to heart and really immersing herself into the scenario. You feel like a peeper looking in on her private moment sleeping in the nude. This may be because you’ve already seen what she looks like sleeping in the nude, unbeknownst to her.

Emma rolls around a little bit, playfully waving her ass for you, stretching her legs out and really getting some good poses for you to take. After a while, she opens her eyes, staring right into the lens in a sultry, tempting manner. You can’t hide your attraction since you are not wearing pants. You feel yourself stiffening up as the photo session rolls on. Emma plays up to the camera like you asked, arching her back, pouting her lips, doing everything right to look like an enticing young vixen. Soon you realize she’s not playing up for the camera, but for you directly as her eyes drift from the camera lens to your eyes.

An uneasy feeling grows in the pit of your stomach. You’re doing all of this to get closer to Sabrina, but her sister is the one broiling in heat for you right now. You can only guess how Sabrina would respond if she finds out that you did stuff with her little sister.

“You know, I think I got enough shots…” you say, breaking up the sexual tension that had been insidiously building up between you.

You sit on the edge of the bed and scroll through your shots. Emma sits up beside you, close enough for you to feel the body heat emanating from her naked skin. She leans up close to you as she peers at the pictures. You can feel her warm, moist breath over your shoulder and chest.

“These are good…” she readily admits. “But, I don’t know if I can hire you without seeing one more thing…”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“How good are you at taking sex shots?” she asks, rubbing your thigh.

“You mean, you with some toys?” you ask, hopefully.

“I mean me with a partner…” she clarifies, reaching over to stroke your stiff cock.