Photoshoot
Copyright© 2026 by Francis Penny
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Erica and her sister Jill, a futanari, are paid to pose for a photographer. They discover unexpected things about their relationship.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Futanari Incest Sister Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Small Breasts
Saturday arrived. Jill was tense with anticipation of what would happen this week. Uncharacteristically, Erica drove to the studio. It was a bright day with a cooler temperature. A perfect day. They found Bill in an odd mood. He wasn’t his happy self, as he usually was. He said nothing when they entered, so Jill asked “What’s the agenda for today?”
“Well,” Bill hesitated. “I have a special client that wants something a little different than I am used to. I don’t know if this is an opportunity that you will be interested in or not.”
“What is it?” Erica asked, when Bill didn’t continue.
“It’s a little bit more ... explicit shoot than normal for me.” Bill was fiddling with his cameras, not looking at the Erica and Jill.
“I think it’s fine.” Erica quickly answered. “Jill and I were talking last night, and I think we want to become comfortable in those sort of situations.” Jill wasn’t as nervous as she expected to be. She was mentally preparing for this. Bill seemed more anxious than she was.
“OK” Bill said. “Do exactly what I tell you to do, and nothing else. No creativity this time. Do as you are instructed.”
They nodded in agreement.
“You won’t be completely nude this time. I have items for you to put on. He handed them each their outfits, but they fit in the palms of their hands.
Jill had a top and bottom made of black leather. They each made an X shape across her body. The top covered her shoulders and abdomen, but left her breasts exposed. The strips of cloth crossed at the center of her chest. The bottoms had an X that crossed at her waist, but her private areas were completely uncovered.
For Erica, there was a sort of long pair of thin suspenders, but they went from her crotch to her shoulders. They were also black, but made of nylon. They connected at her abdomen and at her back with a small strips of sheer fabric.
Bill positioned Erica on her back on the floor. Jill was placed on hand and knees about her. Jill’s breasts hung against Erica’s face. Erica felt their soft weight against her. The moist oils from Jill’s body were a heady perfume. The head of Jill’s dick rested against Erica’s body, right above her uterus. Erica’s hands reached up to touch Jill’s sides, feeling their strength and the shape of Jill’s ribs.
Bill moved all around them, first snapping shots from the front as they looked at him, then moving to the side. Erica’s face turned toward the camera, rubbing Jill’s left nipple across her lips and onto her cheek. Bill then moved behind them, taking shots of Jill’s pussy, hanging testicles, and her exposed sphincter.
Next it was Jill’s turn to lie on her back. Erica was poised above her face, as if Jill was about to pleasure her orally. Bill instructed Jill to open her mouth. Jill could smell Erica strongly. Jill’s nose was right at Erica’s ass, while Erica’s pussy was just a tongue’s distance away from Jill’s mouth. Erica’s legs slid on the wood floor. Causing her body to lower toward Jill. Jill watched her approach until lips touched lips. Erica raised herself again, but Jill could taste the sweet nectar on her lips.
In the last pose, Erica straddling Jill’s hips. Jill’s cock had dutifully sprung up, ready for duty. “Slide forward.” he told Erica. She did so. Jill’s cock rested against Erica’s crotch. “Now raise yourself up, as if she is about to penetrate you.” Again, Erica obeyed. She hovered there with Bill photographing her. It was difficult for Erica to hold her in that squatting position. Her legs trembled with the effort. Gradually, she lowered until the phallus touched her vaginal lips.
“I can’t hold myself here.” Erica told him.
“That’s fine.” Bill said. “If it’s agreeable, then slight penetration is allowed.”
Jill watched watched in turmoil as the sensitive head slightly parted Erica’s labia. The camera shutter kept clicking as the tip moved into Erica’s entrance. Slowly, inch by inch it went, until the head was fully inside her sister.
Erica’s eyes widened as Jill’s cock stretched her open. Her top teeth bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle herself from making a sound of pleasure. Bill snapped photos, capturing the way Jill’s cock disappeared into Erica’s sex, the curve of Erica’s back as she arched, the sweat glistening on both of them.
As the minutes ticked by, Jill struggled to maintain control. Erica’s legs were shaking from the effort, and her body kept descending upon Jill’s wonderful erection. Erica’s heat was addictive. Jill looked at Erica arched above her, the blonde curtain of hair falling toward Jill’s chest. She could feel climax beginning to approach. “Bill, I ... I might lose control in this position,” she warned, her voice strained.
Bill waved a hand dismissively. “I’m sure you won’t. You are professionals and you are sisters.”
Jill felt like she was drunk. Her blood roared in her ears. Her whole body felt flushed. “I’m serious.” she said emphatically. “We have to stop.”
“Alright, said Bill. Let me get the last shot and we will change poses.”
As Bill lined up a low angled shot directly in front of them, Jill could feel the tightening in her abdomen, and her groin. Erica slid down another half inch. Jill knew she was leaking in her sister’s cunt. She tried to pull back, to delay the inevitable, but it was too late.
With a gasp, Jill’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her cock pulsed inside Erica, spilling her seed deep inside her sister. The intensity of it was overwhelming, and for a moment, she forgot about the cameras, forgot about Bill, forgot about everything except the raw, primal pleasure coursing through her veins.
Erica felt Jill’s climax, her own body responding in kind. She shuddered beneath Jill, her own sex clenching around the futanari’s cock as she experienced her own orgasm. She fell onto Jill, smashing their sexes together until Jill was fully buried in the thirsty snatch. Jill grabbed Erica’s thighs and thrust into her with all she had. She screamed out her pleasure as Erica was filled with everything Jill could squirt into her.
Erica squealed as infinite pleasure took her. Everything she had waited for was happening now. She saw stars and tunnel vision began setting in as she partially lost consciousness. Her sister was filling her womb with potent sperm and someone was filming it. She made crazysounds as she lost control, but she was unaware of anything except the pleasure inside her.
Bill’s camera clicked away, capturing the forbidden moment. As Jill’s climax ebbed, she lay there, drained of all energy, barely able to think. Erica had fallen backward and lay atop her, spent and trembling. Her eyes were rolled back, unseeing under fluttering lids. Jill’s wilted penis slowly pulled itself out of Erica, slipping free with a wet pop. A trickle of their combined fluids leaked from Erica, down Jill’s crotch, and puddled on the floor, glistening in the studio lights.
Bill stepped closer, his voice lacked all emotion. “well ... That was quite a surprise. It happens sometimes, you know. The body takes over, and ... well, accidents can occur.” He walked away to do something with his equipment.
Erica managed to raise herself and got to her hands and knees next to Jill. They exchanged a look, their minds reeling from the sudden, intense event. They’d never experienced anything like it before; nothing so powerful. The realization that Bill had captured it all on camera left Jill feeling exposed and vulnerable. Erica felt triumphant, yet anxious and oddly unsatisfied.
Bill spoke again from several feet away, his tone soothing. “Don’t worry about it, ladies. It’s not an issue. In fact, it adds a new layer of authenticity to your work.” His tome was unconvincing.
“Are you okay?” Jill asked softly, reaching out to touch her sister’s hand.
Erica nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah ... I’m fine. Just trying to recuperate.”
Jill nodded, her heart aching for her sister. She knew exactly what she meant. The experience had been overwhelming, both physically and emotionally. And now they were left to grapple with the consequences. Erica’s pussy continued dripping onto the floor and a white trail ran down her right thigh.
As they slowly got to their feet, Jill couldn’t shake the feeling of defeat. She didn’t know who had the most blame for this outcome and it didn’t matter to her anymore. The world was completely changed.
Erica pulled Jill into an embrace. She held her tightly. She couldn’t allow Jill to feel bad about what happened. “I love you.” she said. Jill finally placed her arms around her sister and hugged her back. After several minutes they released and cleaned themselves up in the bathroom. Bill totally ignored them, not even saying good-bye when the left.
Jill didn’t say anything about the session as Erica drove home. When they got into the house, Erica broached the subject. “It was a really good shoot today.”
“I came inside you.” Jill stated.
“I’m on the pill.” Erica replied. “Nothing to worry about.”
“We committed incest.”
Erica pulled off her shirt and bra and threw them on the floor. She sat next to Jill on the couch. The living room was lit only by a lamp across the room giving an orange hue to everything. “Touch me.” she said.
“What?” Jill showed little interest in what Erica said.
“Touch me.”
“How?”
“Any way you want.”
Jill did nothing for a minute. Then she took her left hand and ran it along Erica’s arm gently. Erica stared at Jill’s face. Jill moved her hand up to Erica’s shoulder and neck. She felt electricity there.
Erica took her left hand and gently guided Jill’s hand to Erica’s right breast. She pressed the hand against her. Jill looked into Erica’s eyes. Erica’s right hand moved underneath Jill’s shirt and wiggled under her bra. Erica cupped Jill’s right breast. She could feel the nipple against the center of her palm. Erica closed her eyes and then Jill did too.
They sat that way for a while. When Jill opened her eyes, Erica’s were already opened. Erica put one leg underneath herself and raised up, crossing the short distance to kiss Jill’s lips. They kissed slowly and lovingly. There were no tongues in play. They continued for about 30 minutes, until it was dark outside. They spent the rest of the night laying on the couch watching TV, with Erica between Jill’s legs, her laying back on Jill’s breast.
The rest of the week they continued making intimate advances, but they didn’t have sex. They showered together, they sat together; by Thursday they were sharing Jill’s bed during the night. Their sexual desire built, but they did not act on it. They were saving it for the weekend. Jill had given up trying to figure anything out. She just knew hat Erica was happy, and Jill enjoyed being with her all the time.
As Saturday approached, they couldn’t help but feel anticipation, about what would happen. The fear had vanished.
The studio was devoid of Bill. Instead a woman was there. She had a nose ring. Her hair was read and blue. She was covered in tattoos of all kinds. A dragon ran down her right arm, all the way to her wrist. She had on a loose crop top with an image neither sister recognized. A black studded belt was looped through torn jeans.
“I am Claire.” she told them. “I am really excited about working with you. I’ve heard you two are great models. And you’re suster’s which is fucking awesome. I’m going to get really hot shooting you two.”
Jill and Erica exchanged a glance, their faces flushing with a little embarrassment.
“Where’s Bill?” Jill asked. “We’ve only worked with him before.”
“Who? Oh Bill? He’s off doing something. I am the photographer today. Don’t worry, I don’t bite unless you pay me to.”
Claire did not inspire confidence to Jill. “What are we shooting today?”
“Today, you’re in control.” Claire said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Jill and Erica looked at each other. Erica knew what she wanted to do. She had been planning it it nonstop since their last session. Claire immediately started taking pictures before either of them had even moved.
Erica began to undress Jill, and prompted Jill to reciprocate. Their hands revealed their bodies to each other. Erica unzipped Jill’s pants and slid them off. Jill’s cock stood at attention, hard and ready, while Erica’s face descended past it, as Jill’s pants were removed.
They moved over to the couch. They didn’t wait for instructions. They moved together, their bodies synchronizing in a sensual dance. Jill’s hands roamed over Erica’s curves, her fingers tracing the contours of her sister’s body. Erica stood on her toes, offering herself up to Jill’s touch, her own hands reaching for the futanari cock. They kissed, their tongues tangling in a passionate embrace. Jill felt heat spreading through her veins. She let Erica guide her as she pleased.
With a low moan, Jill broke the kiss, her breath becoming ragged. She looked down at Erica, her eyes locked on the sight of her sister’s beauty, glorious and inviting. Her hands gripped Erica’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Erica met her gaze, her own eyes intent with desire. She reached up, her fingers wrapping around Jill’s thick shaft, stroking it in slow, deliberate motions.
Jill’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as Erica’s touch sent electric sparks through her nerves. “What are you doing?,” she gasped, her hips bucking forward, seeking deeper contact. Erica obliged, her hand moving faster, pumping Jill’s cock with a rhythm that had the futanari teetering on the brink of release. “No. No. We can’t do this. It’s too far.”
“It’s OK. It’s part of the performance.” Erica assured her. “We are creating an experience for the viewer. It has nothing to do with us personally. Lose yourself in the person you are portraying. It’s not you that’s being photographed. It’s the character that you are creating.”
Jill’s mind raced, her thoughts consumed by the primal urge to claim her sister, to fill her. With a feral growl, Jill suddenly raised her sister up. Erica was taken by surprise. She had been planning to give Jill a handjob for Jill’s first fully willful sexual act. Jill’s inhibitions had now been erased, it seemed. Jill pulled Erica up to against her chest, then impaled Erica on her cock in one swift, powerful thrust. Erica’s back arched, a cry of shock escaping her mouth as Jill’s thick member stretched her open, and buried deep inside her. Erica just tried to hold on as Jill held her up, fucking her relentlessly.
Jill’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she fought the urge to cum immediately. She wanted to savor this moment, to prolong the exquisite sensation of being inside Erica. But it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, and it quickly became overwhelming. With a yell, Jill released her cum, her cock pulsing as it emptied its load deep within Erica’s clenching sex. Hot jets of cum spurted out, coating Erica’s insides, making her Jill’s lover in the most primal way. Erica’s own orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around Jill’s cock as she came undone, her cries of ecstasy mingling with Jill’s hoarse groans.
“Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me, sis!” Erica shouted. Her face hid against Jill’s neck and her legs wrapped around Jill’s back. Each thrust was painful, but Erica didn’t care. She wanted more of it and cried out her bliss.
As the aftershocks subsided, Jill collapsed to her knees and lay on top of Erica, their bodies still joined, hearts pounding in unison. They lay there, gasping for breath, the smell of their forbidden act hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, Jill lifted her head, her eyes locking onto Erica’s as she pulled back, her slick cock slipping free from her sister’s still-quivering sex. Erica let out a soft whimper at the loss, her body already aching for more.
Jill’s gaze drifted to Claire, who was standing off to the side, a wicked grin on her face. “Bravo! Holy shit, that was fucking insane!,” she praised. “I almost came, just watching you. I want someone to fuck me like that. I’ve never seen someone bust so hard!”
Jill and Erica were still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. But they knew what they wanted. Jill sat up and Erica scooted forward, her hands reaching for Jill’s cock once more. This time, she wrapped her lips around the thick head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Jill’s breath caught in her throat, a low moan rumbling in her chest as Erica’s warm mouth enveloped her.
Claire snapped photo after photo, capturing every angle of the taboo scene unfolding before her eyes. Jill’s cock twitched in Erica’s mouth, growing harder with each passing second as it was sucked and licked with increasing fervor.
“Look at me,” Jill gasped, her hands tangling in Erica’s hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down her length. Erica complied, her eyes meeting Jill’s, the sight of her sister’s lust-filled gaze only serving to heighten Jill’s own arousal. Jill thrust forward, her cock hitting the back of Erica’s throat. The futanari’s hips bucked wildly, lost in the pleasure of Erica’s mouth, the next climax building rapidly.
“Fuck, Erica,” Jill panted, her voice strained. “That’s so good. You’re making me feel so good. I’m going to cum.”
Erica pulled back, a trail of saliva and pre-cum glistening on her lips. “Do it,” she urged, her own hands sliding down to fondle Jill’s heavy balls. “I want it all.” She continued her task with increased speed and suction. Her mouth made lewd sounds as she plunged down onto Jill’s dick again and again, faster and faster.
Jill exploded, her cock jerking as it spurted forth a torrent of hot, sticky cum. Erica was forced to retreat as she was unable to swallow so much at once. Ropes landed on Erica’s face, coating her features in a thick layer of semen. She moaned and her lips returned to wrap around Jill’s cock, her throat convulsing as she swallowed the fluid and all it’s little swimmers, her eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction.
Jill’s climax subsided, her body going limp as she collapsed back against the couch. Erica released Jill’s spent cock, a string of cum connecting her lips to the futanari’s twitching member. Photo after photo snapped, capturing the aftermath of their intense encounter. Erica sat up, wiping st4rands of Jill’s cum from her chin with the back of her hand. She met Jill’s gaze, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“I think we made Claire very happy,” Erica held with lingering desire. Jill smiled back at her.
“I wish I wasn’t behind this camera.” Claire said enthusiastically. “I would love to drain your fucking nuts. My panties are getting soaked. If you ever want a third, just hit me up.”
Jill looked at Erica’s exquisite features, now slathered with Jill’s semen. Erica was smiling happily, ear to ear. She crawled over and kissed Jill, giving her a taste of herself. Jill suddenly be came self conscious and hurried away.
Claire handed Erica a towel to clean herself. “I love this job!” Claire exclaimed.
Erica walked over to where Jill was dressing. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah.” Jill said. “I felt ... odd doing those things. And a strange person was photographing us. I feel degraded. And I feel like I abused you. I didn’t tell you what I was going to do. Something took control of me.”
“It’s alright.” Erica consoled her. “Remember, I told you that you couldn’t do anything to make me angry with you, or to stop loving you. If I had wanted you to stop, I would have told you. Do you feel better?” Erica touched her arm, rubbing it affectionately.
“Yes.” Jill said smiling at her. “I feel a lot better. I don’t have anything to worry about do I?”
“Not a thing.” Erica replied.
The following week passed uneventfully. Jill remained very affectionate toward Erica, but she made no move to engage in any sort of sexual intimacy. Erica tried many times to pique Jill’s interest. She walked around naked. She climb ladders to clean the top of the cupboard, exposing everything at eye height. She ‘accidentally’ was caught masturbating when Jill entered the room. Erica was getting irritated. She didn’t want to initiate the next encounter. Jill needed to do it, or the plan could still fall apart.
Jill had no qualms about ging to the studio on Saturday. When they entered, Bill was nowhere to be found, and neither was Claire. The lights were off, even though the door was unlocked. Erica discovered a note on the table with the photography equipment, and read it aloud.
“Jill and Erica, Sorry I couldn’t be there today. An urgent personal matter just came up and I have to leave. I left the cameras for you. If you will, please take some photos yourselves. I hope to see you both next week to resume our sessions. - Bill”.
Jill looked at Erica. “Do you want to try taking some photos ourselves? That could be fun.”
“We should try it.” she said. “It doesn’t matter if they are good or not. There’s nothing to lose.”
Jill nodded. “You’re right.” The two of them watched each other undress with childish grins. The took in the site of their bodies in the mirror. They looked different in the studio’s harsh overhead light.
“Let’s get some of these light’s turned on.” Erica said. “She went around turning on some of the lights and positioning them in a way similar to how Bill set them before. Jill picked up one of the cameras to figure out how to use it.
Jill’s gaze drifted down to Erica’s small, pert breasts, and her cock twitched with anticipation. She took the camera, and framed Erica’s body in the lens. “Turn around, sis,” Jill called, her finger hovering over the shutter release. “I want to capture every detail of you.”
Erica’s turned around smiling. She moved to the lighting’s focal point and arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward as if to entice Jill’s camera. “Like this?” Erica asked, her voice husky with desire. “I want you to see every inch of me.”
Jill nodded, her eyes never leaving the viewfinder. “Exactly like that,” she encouraged, her finger pressing down on the shutter. The camera captured Erica in various poses. Jill kept zooming in on her soft breasts. Then she focused even closer on Erica’s nipples, stiff and pointed. With each click of the shutter, Jill’s arousal increased, her cock twitching each time. Next, Jill roamed lower, capturing Erica’s innie belly button. The camera followed the curve of her hips to the the delicate folds of her pussy. Erica’s legs parted slightly, giving Jill an unobstructed view of her most intimate area.
“God, Erica,” Jill breathed, her cock straining upward against her stomach. “You’re so gorgeous. I could look at you forever.”
Erica’s cheeks flushed with pleasure, her body drank up Jill’s intense gaze. “Then keep looking,” she urged, spreading her legs wider. “Take all the pictures you want.”
Jill obliged, her camera capturing every part of Erica’s naked form. Jill set the camera aside, her eyes finally meeting Erica’s.
Erica’s gaze was just as intense, elated at the sight of Jill’s naked body. She reached for the camera, her fingers wrapping around the familiar grip as she brought it up to her face. “Your turn,” Erica sang devilishly. “Show me every hidden facet of yourself.”