The perfect wedding gift

“The time has come,” Sara said without beating around the bush. Her voice was dripping with anticipation. “I just gave Svenja the ultimate wedding gift: an exclusive photo shoot with Jan—and he’ll be with her throughout the entire wedding. From the dress fitting to the reception and all the way through the honeymoon. Everything. I told her he’s the best wedding photographer in town and that I booked him personally for her. She was totally touched, the silly cow.”

Lisa laughed softly, that sweet, innocent laugh she mastered so perfectly. Two days later, they met at Jan’s huge studio on the outskirts of town. Svenja was on time, beaming, the perfect bride-to-be. Twenty-five, long blonde hair, innocent blue eyes, and that flawlessly pale skin that almost glowed in the light. She wore a light summer dress that accentuated her slender figure without revealing too much. Standing next to her was Sara—thirty, just as pale, just as perfectly built, but with that dark, hungry gleam in her eyes.

“Svenja, this is Lisa, my very best friend, and this is Jan, the photographer I told you about,” Sara said sweetly and gave her little sister a warm hug. “He’ll be with you throughout the entire wedding. Isn’t that the best gift I could have given you?”

Svenja beamed. “Sara, that’s… incredible! Thank you! I’m so excited.”

Lisa gave her her sweetest smile and squeezed Svenja’s hand. “I’m so happy to meet you. Unfortunately, we have to hurry. We’re about to start the first shoot.” Jan nodded professionally and led them all into the bright photo studio. Two bikinis were already laid out there: a skimpy black one for Sara and a regular red one for Svenja.

“Go ahead and get changed,” Lisa said cheerfully. “Jan said we should start right away with a few casual pool and beach poses.” Svenja hesitated briefly and blushed a little.

Sara laughed and waved it off. “Oh, come on, Svenja! It’s no big deal. I’m putting mine on too. It’s just us, and Jan’s a pro.” Lisa nodded sympathetically and gently placed a hand on Svenja’s shoulder. “Exactly. Lots of girls do a boudoir shoot like this beforehand. Totally normal. It’s part of the standard package, but we have to hurry—another model is coming in soon.”

A few minutes later, the two sisters stood side by side in front of the white backdrop. Sara in a tiny black bikini that barely covered her firm C-cup breasts and had the thong cutting deep between her butt cheeks. Svenja in a regular-cut bright red one that made her small, firm breasts and her slender, pale body look even more innocent. Both barefoot, both with that flawless porcelain skin that almost glowed in the studio light.”

Sara immediately pulled her sister close, pressed her hips against Svenja’s, and whispered in her ear: “Relax, sweetie. This is going to be hot. Show a little more… stick your chest out, arch your back.”

Svenja giggled nervously but complied. The first shots were still harmless—two beautiful sisters, smiling, arm in arm. But Sara was already pushing the boundaries. She turned slightly so her butt jutted out toward the camera and pulled Svenja along with her.

Jan took a few standard shots, then gave Sara a barely perceptible nod.

“Now it’s getting a little more erotic,” Sara said loudly and cheerfully. “Come on, Svenja, let’s try out some really nice poses. It’s going to look amazing.”

Jan had had the camera set to a red filter the whole time. To everyone else in the studio, it looked like perfectly normal fashion photos. To him, however, the sight was pure, unadulterated nudity.

Through the filter, the red bikini was completely invisible.

Sara stood there in her skimpy bikini: her firm, pale C-cup breasts with their dark, erect nipples jiggled with every slight movement. Next to her was Svenja—the perfect, innocent bride. Her red bikini had vanished. Jan saw her small, firm B-cup breasts with the light pink, stiff nipples, which were hard as pebbles with excitement. Her pussy was completely hairless, the labia delicate and still closed, but the clit already slightly swollen. Her asshole was tiny and pink, contracting nervously when she spread her legs slightly. The pale skin made every vein, every tiny goosebump, and every glistening droplet of her lust stand out crystal clear.

Jan grinned behind the camera. An unsuspecting, dripping sister.

“Now it’s going to get a little more erotic,” Sara said loudly and cheerfully, while she demonstratively pressed her bare tits (for Jan’s benefit) against Svenja’s shoulder. “Come on, Svenja, let’s try out some really nice poses. It’s going to look amazing.”

Svenja giggled uncertainly, her arms still crossed over her chest. “Sara… I don’t know. This already feels pretty… revealing.”

Sara turned to her sister. “Oh, come on! I paid so much of my own money for this photographer. These are the last photos we can take before you’re married. And besides, they’d make a wonderful wedding gift for your husband. Imagine Fabian seeing these pictures… your sexy poses just for him.”

Svenja blushed. “Sara, that’s going too far. These aren’t pictures for Fabian.”

Sara laughed mockingly and planted her hands on her hips, causing her breasts to jiggle even more. “Maybe you don’t want photos for your husband because you know full well that Fabian might prefer the wrong kind of breasts, hm? Bigger ones. Ripe ones. Mine.”

The rivalry was suddenly there—sharp, venomous, immediate. Svenja’s eyes flashed. “What’s this now, Sara? Are you still jealous that Fabian’s with me and not you? After all these years?”

“Jealous?” Sara laughed coldly. “Me? Of the little princess who always gets everything handed to her?” The mood shifted. The two sisters stared at each other, the air crackling with old envy.

Lisa stepped in, smiling—the sweetest, most harmless smile in the world. Her voice was soft and conciliatory. “Hey, hey, girls… don’t fight. It’s all just fun. How about a little harmless contest? Each of you gets to strike five really erotic poses. Then Jan will decide objectively who’s sexier. The winner gets… well, the best picture as an extra gift. Totally fair.”

Sara was seething inside. That wasn’t part of the plan, you sneaky bitch, she thought, shooting Lisa a quick, angry glance. But she couldn’t back down now. She couldn’t show any weakness in front of Svenja. She **** a smile and nodded. “Sure… why not. Five poses. I’m in.”

Svenja hesitated for a moment, then she squared her shoulders. The rivalry had taken hold of her. “Fine. Five poses. Let’s see who’s the sexier one here.”

Jan behind the camera grinned widely. Through the red filter, he saw a completely naked, pale sister who was about to start outdoing her sister—pussies open, tits jiggling, assholes twitching.

The shoot had only just really gotten started.