Chapter 3

The following Saturday, they were at the studio once again, their bodies primed with anticipation. “Today, we’re going to push the boundaries a bit,” he announced, his voice jokingly conspiratorial. “Are you okay with that?” They both said yes eagerly.

As Bill set up his cameras, they immediately undressed. Jill’s dick was as hard as it could get. It actually looked like it hurt. “It’s because of me,” Erica thought. Erica had to use all her efforts not to stare at it. She ended up staring at Jill’s tits instead. Jill no longer thought the studio was protection from her feelings after last week. She vowed this would be the last session, no matter what Erica had to say about it.

Bill started out by directing them to kiss; not a sexual kiss, a sisterly peck. Their lips met in a soft, lingering press. The lens captured every detail. Jill’s hand rested on Erica’s hip. Jill appreciated the curve of Erica’s neck. As Jill leaned in, Erica’s eyes fluttered. They stared into each other’s eyes. It was as if they were having mind sex. It was amazing.

Next, Bill instructed them to glide just their fingertips around each other’s bodies. Erica ran her right hand down Jill’s left side. She made certain that her arm bumped Jill’s penis as she did it.

Jill realized that Erica truly was horny for her. Until now they had played at looking at each other, but Erica was touching Jill’s dick on purpose. “We have to end this,” Jill thought. “This has to be our last session. I’ve given Erica the wrong message.” Jill’s hand cupped Erica’s shoulder, her thumb tracing her arm. She brought her hand back up through the center of Erica’s chest. It made Erica give a little gasp.

The positions became more provocative as the photos progressed. Bill positioned them so that they were on their hands and knees, Erica in front of Jill. Erica’s ass was directly in front of Jill’s face, and Jill breathed in Erica’s scent. She could smell her pussy and ass from her position. Erica kept backing up on purpose, forcing Jill to retreat if she didn’t want her nose in Erica’s ass crack.

Next, Erica, in turn, found herself kneeling in front of Jill, her face inches from the futanari’s cock. Erica was hypnotized by it. If Jill had gone flaccid, it would have landed on Erica’s face. Being so close, Erica could smell everything she wanted to taste: balls, pussy, and shaft. Erica memorized every vein and nuance of the cock. She didn’t know which was drooling more, her pussy or her mouth.

Throughout the session, Jill and Erica kept making eye contact. Erica’s eyes burned with desire. Jill’s eyes were full of longing. Wishing it were ethical to act on her feelings. Then wishing that she hadn’t thought that. The sisters weren’t having sex, but the proximity, the touch, the smells, all conspired to mind fuck them.

Last of all, Bill had Jill do a handstand. Jill managed it easily. Bill had Erica stand behind Jill and hold her legs to keep her steady. Erica didn’t need to be told twice. She looked down and almost lost it. Jill was so tall that her pussy was almost in Erica’s face. Erica could see right inside her! Below that was Jill’s asshole. Erica breathed out and realized her breath had just hit her sister’s taint. Her eyes followed the delicious-looking shaft which pointed at Jill’s huge tits. They were pulled towards Jill’s face in this position. Erica didn’t know what her own face must look like at that moment, but she wasn’t posing. Bill snapped photos nonetheless.

Then, as Erica was about to look up, she saw a bead of pre-cum drip from Jill’s dick hole and onto the wood floor. Erica was losing her mind. She wanted to close her eyes and lick everything she could reach.

“Look this way now,” said Bill. Erica did her best to hide the fact that she was hornier than she had ever been before. There was no way she was fooling anyone.

Somehow the session came to an end. Erica couldn’t remember how. As they drove home, Jill and Erica’s minds whirled with the memories of their latest session. The feel of skin on skin and the forbidden thrill of their proximity played in their minds like softcore porn. Erica was trying to imagine Jill’s scents, but they wouldn’t come to her. They found themselves glancing at each other, their gazes lingering on the most intimate parts of their bodies, even though they were clothed now. The anticipation for the next session was almost unbearable.

Jill kept telling herself that she must break the news to Erica sometime this week. This had gotten so out of hand that it was ridiculous. Jill kept delaying the inevitable talk throughout the week. Erica must have sensed something amiss because she had been avoiding Jill, and that was a stark difference from the week before.

When Jill returned home from work on Friday, Erica was there preparing supper. Jill still delayed by changing clothes and finding things to do. When she came back into the kitchen, Erica had some sort of pasta boiling on the stove. Erica spoke before Jill could.

“I’m excited about tomorrow. I called Bill, and he’s got a whole theme planned. He was really animated describing it all. He was talking so fast that I didn’t catch half of what he said.”

“Erica,” Jill began slowly. Erica looked at her with an interested face, but Jill suspected it was an act. “These photo sessions have gotten out of hand. It has turned out the way I was afraid it would. It’s basically becoming pornography.”

“That’s absurd.” Erica dismissed it out of hand while she chopped green onions with a short knife. “We are sisters. We aren’t doing anything sexual.”

“We sort of are. I mean, we are touching each other...”

“Just accidentally by happenstance.”

“... and we are putting our faces right beside each other’s genitals.”

“It’s not as if we are sexually interested in each other. It’s just a pose. Seeing each other naked may cause an anatomical response, like it does with your penis, but that’s just biology. You would never be tempted to actually engage in sex with your sister, right?”

Erica had found the weak spot. She knew Jill didn’t want to admit she had incestuous sexual thoughts. “No...” Jill began.

“Then it’s just physical positions to us.” Erica interrupted.

“Well, yeah, but they are lewd.”

“That’s the whole idea of Bill’s work. That nudity and physicality can be intimate, even sensuous, without being sexual.”

“Can they, though?” Jill asked.

Erica was irritated now. Jill was worried that she might cut herself. Some of those vegetables Erica was chopping didn’t seem like they were needed for the meal. “Are you going to ruin the thing that gives me the greatest joy based on a philosophical difference?”

“You can continue doing it without me if you want.” Jill reasoned.

“No, I can’t!” The vegetables were getting smashed now. “The whole series is about intimacy. I can’t be intimate alone. I can’t have a connection with a stranger Bill finds to model with me. The two of us are the magic, together. That’s what has Bill so excited. We are family with a close connection. Without you, it all comes to an end.”

Jill was silent. She was trying to find a way to argue with the logic. There should be a response, but nothing occurred to her.