Chapter 1

It was just three days after our sixteenth birthday that my brother suggested we send some photographs away to one of those men's magazine's that pay for amateur photographs,

I agreed of course, I love anything that gets people looking at me and anyway it seemed like a good chance to earn some money.

I didn't have too many nice clothes, neither of us did, we'd left the children's home just two days previously and all we had was a hundred pounds each and a weekly benefit cheque to look forward to.

I'm sure that the staff there knew we were lovers, but what the hell did they expect when they make siblings share a bedroom for fourteen years? Our parents had been killed in a car crash when we were just two years old and none of the few relatives we had were able to rear twins, so rather than see us parted, the authorities shipped us into a children's home where we stayed until our sixteenth birthday.

The staff were nice enough and always did their best, but they weren't able to provide the love and security that all children need so of course we turned to each other and gave each other our virginity, we always locked our bedroom door at night, but one night after a birthday party when we had some illicit booze, we were both in such a hurry to get into bed together that we forgot and our house mistress found us the following morning fast asleep, naked in each other's arms!

She said nothing except to tell us to get up for school, but her attitude changed and she was no longer the friendly, smiling woman who had been our substitute mother!

The photos we took using Jason's mobile phone were just the usual pin up stuff with a couple of open legs shots thrown in for good measure, we posted them to the magazine and promptly got on with our lives.

It was about two weeks later that a letter came and we almost fought to open it, can you believe that at sixteen, it was the very first letter we'd ever had?

"TWO HUNDRED POUNDS!" I screamed, "Jay we've got two hundred pounds!"

"That's not all you've got Jools" he said and grinned as he passed me the letter,

"Oh my God!" I shouted, "They want me to do a shoot for them Jay"

"I know" he laughed, "I just read it"

We practically ran down to the post office to pay the cheque into our account and on the way back Jay popped into the Indian shop beneath our flat to buy some celebratory booze, Mister Singh was very apprehensive about serving us but after we promised that we wouldn't tell a soul, we took our two bottles of vodka back up to the flat like a couple of burglars, then went back down again to spend the rest of the fifty pounds we'd withdrawn on food and a few cigarettes.

I phoned the number from the letter and spoke to a very nice lady who asked us to be there at their offices the following morning at round about ten o'clock,

"Please don't wear anything tight" she said, "It takes too long for the lines to disappear from your body and please bring some proof of your age"

"What sort of money do you pay for a day's filming?" I asked innocently and she laughed, "Well it depends on what we ask you to do and whether or not you'll do it, but for ordinary pin ups like those you sent us, we usually pay about three hundred for all day"

"Oh fine" I said probably a little too quickly, but I perked up when she said if they thought I would be suitable for harder work, they were always looking out for girls to do anal scenes, water sports, fisting and lesbian shoots, "But we'll leave that until we meet you next week"

I cooked us a delicious curry that afternoon to celebrate, I felt as if I was on the verge of a promising career as a photographic model and I was really excited,

"What would you do if they asked you to do a lesbian shoot?" Jay asked me as we were snuggled up together on the couch watching television, my legs were tucked beneath me and I was wearing a very short denim mini skirt that displayed most of my thighs, he had a hand on my thigh as he spoke and his fingers were sending little tingles up my spine as he caressed me the way I liked.

"I'd have to ask my business manager" I told him and he grinned at the thought,

"Hey, will I need a briefcase?"

"Of course, what sort of a business manager would you be without a brief case?"

He laughed and repeated the question about a lesbian shoot,

"I'd probably do it" I answered him, "Especially if she was nice"

"And sexy" he added,

"Oh yes, of course, but not as pretty as me" I smiled at him and reached over to feel the shape of his erection through his jeans,

"No one's as pretty as you Jools" he said with a smile and kissed me, "What about anal, would you do that?"

"Well I do it with you"

He leered at me comically and slipped his hand between my thighs, I shuddered with pleasure as he stroked the front of my panties,

"It'd turn me on to watch you having sex with someone else" he said softly,

"I've never done it with anyone else but you" I opened my legs to let him get a finger into my panties, "But I think I'd like to do it"

He put his glass down on the table and got onto his knees between my feet, I smiled down at him as I watched him kissing the delicate lace on the front of my panties,

"You should do porn films" I told him, "You're so fucking sexy"

We'd done this many times before but somehow it was different, we no longer had to listen out for footsteps outside the door, we were in our own flat and we were officially no longer children.

Slipping my panties off, he sniffed them and handed them to me,

"Sniff them and tell me what you smell" he said laughing,

I knew what he was going to say, he'd said it before but it still made me tingle, so I sniffed the filmy lace and if the truth were known, I did actually like the smell of my own pussy,

"I smell a sexy girl Jay" and he grinned as I let my tongue taste the dampness in them too, "And a wet one too, one who needs a good seeing to"

He dipped his head and I gasped as his tongue slithered up the whole length of my slit,

"Ooh yes Jay" I lifted my legs onto his shoulders and pushed my cunt into his face, he loved that, he loved my wetness and he loved to burrow his tongue right up into my cunt as I climaxed, which I did nearly every time he licked me like that.

I jerked and writhed, I squealed and clutched his hair, I knew I was probably hurting him, but I also knew my brother well enough to know that he would carry on licking me until my spasms had finished.

Which he did, then he unzipped himself and kissed me as his lovely hard cock slid easily into the swamp that was my cunt, that night was the best we'd had, we were both excited at the thought of me posing and showing myself off to God knows how many people.

We made love twice on the couch and then talked excitedly about what I would do and what I wouldn't do, we were quite drunk when we went to bed, but not too drunk that I didn't want his cock in my bottom and that was how we fell asleep!

The train pulled into the station and I grabbed Jay as we scrambled off amongst all the rush hour commuters, we felt like royalty as we hailed a cab and gave the driver the address, I was completely naked beneath my dress and I could have climaxed as Jay slid his hand up between my legs.

I giggled and pulled away from him to pull a jump seat down behind the driver and I sat with my legs wide open teasing him unmercifully until we pulled up outside a rather posh looking office block.

As Jay paid the driver, I got out and wondered just what it was that I was letting myself in for, but then the front door opened and a pretty young woman came out and introduced herself as Marie,

"It was me you spoke to yesterday" she said and kissed my cheek, "You're very lovely Julie"

"Jools" I said with a relieved smile, "I like to be called Jools"

The first thing I had to do, even before I showed my post office book and social security card to her as proof of my age, was to take my dress off and don a loose dressing gown,

"The marks Jools" she explained, "Even make up can't hide them properly, anyway you look gorgeous so we don't want anything to hide that lovely little body do we?"

I agreed that we didn't and Jay just drooled at the hundreds of photographs around the walls, she showed me that month's edition of a magazine with my pictures in it,

"Oh wow" I said and resisted the urge to touch myself, I was amazed at what they'd done to Jay's amateurish images of me,

"Jay look" I said excitedly, "It's me look"

"Yeah, very nice" and Marie giggled, "They're always like that, just leave him, his tongue will probably go back all by itself in a few minutes"

The next hour or so was spent in answering her many questions and apparently I answered all of them to her satisfaction, I hesitated only slightly at the last one, but Jay and I had talked about it and decided that if I were asked, I'd answer honestly,

"No" I said softly, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother"