Julie Stanton was bored. Her husband was gone again. He was always gone since he'd gone to that special school. He was a Lieutenant in the Army and since taking anti-terrorism classes he was usually off somewhere in the world where she couldn't go. It wouldn't have been so bad except that she'd only been married for a little over a year. She'd wanted to start having children right away, but that's hard to do when you don't get any sperm in you. And with Roger gone all the time, she had a definite shortage of sperm.

Normally she didn't need to work, but Roger had gone to some place where he couldn't even call her and he'd taken the check book with him. She had a credit card, but she didn't want to rack up a big bill that she couldn't pay off at the end of the month.

She needed some spending money.

And she was bored. So, she was leafing through the paper, looking in the want ads. Something caught her eye. "Models wanted for illustrations for book. Must be young and fit. Some nudity required." She almost went on, dismissing the ad, but curiosity got the better of her. She called the number listed and, after answering a few questions she had an appointment to talk to the author.

Julie had never modeled before, but she was an obvious pick if beauty was the criteria. She had waist length almost platinum blond hair, was well tanned and kept in shape by running regularly. Her route took her by a retirement home and she'd noticed lately that every time she ran by there were more and more elderly men loitering around on the front porch. She thought she'd heard a croaked "Here she comes now" but she'd dismissed the idea. Why would those old men be paying any attention to her anyway? It never occurred to her that her 36-23-38 figure had brought new life to some pretty shriveled plumbing on that porch.

She'd have been even more surprised to find out that after she ran by, the geezers all went into the home and beat off to her memory!

She thought about calling her step brother, Mark. She wanted to share her good news with somebody and he was the closest male in her life other than Roger. Even though he was technically her step brother, they'd grown up together since they were both five. He was her brother as far as she was concerned. In fact he was the reason she'd met Roger in the first place. Mark had been in the Special Forces with Roger and had introduced them to each other. Since then Mark had been injured and was out of the Army. He'd gotten some kind of high tech job position and was busy a lot, so she hadn't talked to him much in the last month or so. She called his number but all she got was his voice mail. She didn't want that. She wanted to TALK to him. With a sigh she hung up.

She decided to run to her interview. She'd be hot and sweaty, but they'd see how in shape she was. She put her hair in a loose braid and took off. Twenty minutes later she knocked on the door of room 106 at the Restful Inn Motel and was admitted by a man who introduced himself as Bob. He looked her up and down. She wasn't surprised. Every man looked her up and down. She was used to it.

Bob got right into the interview. "Why do you want this job?" he said.

She looked at him. "I'm bored. My husband is away and I don't know when he'll be back. I need some spending money."

He stared at her intently. "Husband" he said under his breath. "The ad said that some nudity would be involved. How will your husband feel about that?"

Julie smiled. "Who says he has to find out about it? What kind of book is this for? My husband is not a big reader. This isn't for some porn mag is it?" she frowned.

"No, no, it's not like that" said Bob, but he looked uncomfortable. "But it DOES involve nudity. More than a little." She frowned again and he went on "Really, I'm sorry, but I have to tone down the ad because otherwise I get the League of Women Voters down on me, trying to shut me down."

Julie was even more curious now. He didn't seem like some scumbag who just wanted to stare at her tits. "Go on" she said.

"Well, the book is sort of like the Kama Sutra. It is a 'How to' manual for adults and covers a number of sexual positions that my partner and I have developed. These are supposed to use the ergonomics of the body to make sex more enjoyable. We'll need pictures of each of the positions. That's what we're hiring models for." He looked at her and waited.

"Sexual positions" she said. "That's a lot more than 'a little nudity'. I don't think I'm interested in letting some strange man stick his penis in me so you can illustrate a new sexual position."

Bob held up his hands. "No, don't get the wrong idea. Most of these shots don't have to show anything in that much detail. It's the positions of the two bodies that count. There wouldn't be any need to actually show penetration. Well, actually there are a couple, but we could do something different with those. Maybe use another model or something."

He was staring at her breasts. Julie crossed her arms. "And I suppose you are the other model for these pictures."

"Oh no!" stammered Bob. "I mean, not that I wouldn't enjoy posing with you." His mouth snapped shut. "Um, I mean ... oh shit, I can't believe I just said that" he said under his breath. "No!" he barked. "There is another man. We haven't actually interviewed him yet."

Julie smiled at his obvious embarrassment. "Who is this 'we' you keep talking about?"

"Oh! that's my sister and me" said Bob. "We're writing the book together. Her name's Lori" he said, still flustered.

Julie took pity on him and said that if he thought she would work out in the pictures, she'd give it a try of a day or two. If things got too weird she'd just quit. His only questions were about scars, tattoos, body piercings and body hair. When she said she had none of the above Bob actually smiled. She saw the lump in the front of his pants flex, but all men did that around her too. He explained they were only interviewing at the Motel. The actual photographs would be done at their home, in a studio. She said she'd see him the following Saturday and he said he'd call her if they hadn't hired a male model by then.

Saturday rolled around and Julie stood at Bob's door. She was a little nervous. She knew her husband wouldn't like what she was doing, but he was gone and she was frustrated, so she had convinced herself that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She took a breath and rang the bell. The door was answered by a pretty woman about her own age with dark red hair. "You must be Julie" she said in a voice that was low and soft.

"And you must be Lori" said Julie, smiling.

Lori let her into the house and took her to the studio where the pictures would be shot. "We really appreciate you modeling for us Julie" said Lori. "It's so hard to find just the right look and this is a tough kind of assignment for any model. You're really quite beautiful."

Julie smiled, but admitted she was a little nervous. Lori said anyone would be nervous and then tried to make things calmer by saying "I think we've found just the perfect male for the shots. He's a really nice guy for one thing, and he's really a hunk to boot. I'm just sure you two will get along fine. He seems very professional even though, like you, he's not a professional model. He's already here." she prattled on as they entered the studio. Julie could see only the back of the man's head, as he was seated and facing away from her, talking to Bob. The room was full of photographic equipment - lights, tripods, umbrellas, and wires all over the place.

Lori began making introductions. "Bob, Julie is here."

The man began to turn.

Julie took a breath.

Bob smiled and said "Julie, this is..."

"MARK!" gasped Julie.

"Yes" said Bob, puzzled. "This is Mark. But ... you two KNOW each other?!"

"Oh shit!" said Mark as Julie stood frozen, staring at him. Then he laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say we know each other. Bob ... Lori ... I'd like to introduce you to my sister Julie. Well, Step-Sister, actually. But we grew up together since we were both about eight."

There was a prolonged silence in the room as all the occupants thought about the conundrum that had just presented itself.

"Mark!" stammered Julie again.

He smiled and said "Hi sweets. I never thought I'd see you here. Um, are you OK? You look sort of pale. How's Roger. I'm sort of surprised he let you do this." Though he was smiling, he was babbling too.

Lori's alto voice husked "My my, but isn't this uncomfortable."

Julie saw a chair and sat. Her knees were a little weak. Almost without thinking she answered "Roger doesn't know about this."

Bob sighed. "Shit! I rented all this stuff to take pictures today. We were going to try to get the whole thing shot in one day. This is gonna cost me a bundle."

Mark held up his hand. "Let me make a suggestion." He walked over to his sister and put his hand on her shoulder. "It's not like Julie and I never saw each other naked. I mean we grew up together in a house with only one bathroom. And you said there isn't any actual intercourse involved in the shoot, right? What to you think, Jules? You think you could do the shoot, even if it is with me?"

Julie looked up at her "little" brother, who she hadn't seen since the wedding, even though he lived right there in Kansas City, though on the other side. She thought back to the years they had spent growing up, most of the time each other's only real friend as their parents dragged them from one town to another. Her dad had been a salesman who kept hopping from one job to one a little better. She'd married Roger partly because she was used to changing houses every year or two and she knew Army life was like that too.

She smiled as she remembered how Mark had "protected" her from boys, especially during High School. He'd been good at it too. So good she was actually a virgin when she got married. Roger had been her only lover. After the wedding, though, Mark had disappeared for several months, and since then she'd had only a few phone calls from him. It occurred to her how glad she was to see him.

She smiled. "What in the world are YOU doing posing for pictures like these? I thought you were making big bucks at that Tech thingy place you were working at."

Roger smiled back. "I am. I just thought it would be a hoot to do something like this. I also thought I might meet a girl and get to see her naked without all the hype of dating and all that stuff." He grinned.

Lori cleared her throat. "This is nice and all, you guys getting to see each other, but we have this problem. Mark doesn't seem to think it's a big problem. And we rented all this stuff, so of course we'd like to proceed. Julie, you never answered Mark's question. What do you think about going on with it?"

Julie flushed, but forced another smile. "Well, I guess it couldn't be any safer. And, like he said, we've seen each other naked more than once. I guess I could give it a try."

The feeling of tension in the room evaporated. Rather than let them think about it, Lori and Bob began briefing them on the order in which photographs would be taken, how long some poses would have to be held, and other information that made the session seem impersonal. Eventually, though, it was time for the models to disrobe. Bob handed Mark and Julie robes. "We don't have an actual changing room, but since the poses are all naked it didn't seem important."

There was another surge of tension as Mark and Julie began shedding their clothing. Neither of them looked at each other and both put on their robes as soon as they were naked. Lori led them to a couch and told them to sit down. "We need to let your bodies get rid of marks caused by bra straps, elastic in underwear, that sort of thing. We originally thought that the models could get to know each other a little bit while that happened. Why don't you two just reminisce while Bob and I get the equipment ready." She moved off and she and Bob began making things ready for the shoot.

Mark smiled at Julie. "Remember the last time we saw each other naked?"

Julie colored. It had been on their prom night. Mark had been in the shower and Julie had complained he was taking too long. She stood outside the bathroom door dressed only in a towel, waiting for him to get out so she could get ready. She'd eventually barged in, only to find him hunched over, beating his meat in the shower. Her entry had startled him, and when he stood up his head hit the shower head, causing it to drench her. Her hands had come up and the towel fell. There had been a lot of yelling.

"I remember" she said. Then she laughed. "You were so pissed that I interrupted you!"

Mark grinned. "And you were outraged that I not only took up shower time to ... do that ... but that I got your hair wet."

Julie nodded, then laughed again. "I remember thinking of a horse when I saw your..." She blushed. "It was ... very interesting."

He didn't look away. "And I remember seeing that your ... that you were shaved ... down there. It was hot! I was miserable all night because I never got any relief. Remember? I took Toni Johnson to the dance? The first time I slow danced with her she felt my boner through her dress and demanded that I take her home that instant! Man, what a night."

Julie gasped "Oh Mark, I'm so sorry. I never knew! I knew you left early, but I never knew why."

He grinned again. "It was OK. I came home, got in bed and took care of things." He caught her eye. "I thought about ... you ... while I was doing it."

Julie felt a thrill go through her stomach. "Really? I had no idea. Which is probably good. I'd have been grossed out to the max. But now I think it's kind of sweet. I mean I caused the problem, so it's only right that I helped solve it, even if I didn't know I was doing it."

Bob interrupted them by lining out the first set of poses they would do. All called for Mark to be erect. "Do you think that will be a problem?" asked Lori in her most professional voice.