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  “Sorry,” Kurt murmured as he pulled out of me slowly. “I, uh, think I went a little further than we meant to.”

  “It’s okay,” I assured him breathlessly. “It’s all for the picture, after all. And you weren’t all the way inside me.”

  “No, not quite.” He looked down at his hard shaft and we could both see where the shine of my cunt honey ended ‑‑ a few inches from the root of his cock. I wondered if things would stay that way, but I didn’t have time to wonder long.

  “Let’s skip the lotus,” Lisa said to my disappointment. “I want to get pictures of you in the butterfly position.”

  “The what?” Kurt frowned at her. I was confused too but it turned out to be just a fancy name for woman-on-top. He lay back on the bed, and I straddled him, acutely aware that I was going to be in charge of the penetration in this particular position.

  “Okay, whenever you’re ready.” Lisa nodded at us, her camera poised.

  “Go for it, Mel.” Kurt looked up at me, watching as I grasped his thick shaft at the base and positioned it just under my open pussy. Slowly, trying not to go too far, I slid down onto him. I was braced with my thighs wide apart as he entered me, and I tried to balance myself with my hands on his legs but it wasn’t easy. I’m pretty strong but I wasn’t used to doing squat thrusts or anything, so a good six or seven inches of his cock entered me before I managed to stop myself.

  Kurt and I both looked down to where he was piercing me. “That was close,” he whispered.

  I nodded. “I know ‑‑ I don’t know how long I can hold this,” I confessed.

  “You’ll be okay ‑‑ I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to support me, but Lisa shook her head.

  “No, I want your hands over your head, Kurt. It has to look like Melanie’s in charge on this one.”

  Shrugging, Kurt put his hands over his head and I had to support myself. Carefully, I began to raise and lower my body, watching as his thick shaft, glistening with my juices, slid deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. It wasn’t Kurt’s fault ‑‑ even though I could feel his muscles bunching like iron under me, he didn’t move an inch. It was all me, and I was beginning to wonder how long my arms and thighs could hold out in this awkward position. Already my muscles were shaking with the effort ‑‑ it just wasn’t a pose I was used to holding.

  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you mind if I come all the way down just once? I just need to rest for a minute,” I said to Kurt, who was giving me a concerned look.

  “Sure, Mel,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”

  And it was what I wanted, I realized. I wanted him deep inside me, if only for a minute, so I could rest my aching thighs. After all, just once couldn’t hurt, could it?

  “No, fucking, okay?” I said, trying to give him a stern look as I let myself come all the way down.

  “No, of course not,” he agreed, his deep voice hoarse.

  With a trembling sigh, I impaled myself on his thick shaft, and he bottomed out inside me for the first time. The head of his cock pressed hard against the mouth of my womb, and despite my warning to him, I couldn’t help imagining him coming inside me like that, thrusting as deep as he could before pumping me full of his cum.

  “God, you’re so tight,” Kurt whispered, staring into my eyes as he penetrated me completely. “So tight and hot and wet. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

  I couldn’t help blushing. “It’s just this once,” I reminded him, trying not to move even though I felt him pulsing inside me. “I just couldn’t do it anymore ‑‑ my thighs were about to give out.”

  “It feels good, even if it’s just once,” he murmured, thrusting up into me just the tiniest bit. I moaned softly and bit my lip.

  “Stop, Kurt,” I said warningly. “I told you, no fucking.”

  “Sorry,” he murmured, smiling up at me. “I wasn’t really fucking. I was just…adjusting.”

  “This is good ‑‑ perfect,” I heard Lisa say as she circled us with the camera. “Melanie, spread yourself open so I can get a good shot of Kurt all the way inside you.”

  I did as she said, spreading my slippery cunt lips to show how his thick shaft was finally buried to the root inside me.

  “God,” I heard Kurt murmur as he drank in the sight, and I had to agree with the awe in his voice. My stepbrother’s thick cock stretching my pussy to the limit was probably the single most erotic thing I had ever seen. And it felt so good, too.

  “I’m so glad you two have finally come around,” Lisa said and we both looked over at her. She was nodding and fiddling with her camera again. “This is really what I need on every pose,” she said, motioning to where Kurt and I were joined. “Full penetration is best and it looks so much sexier too. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go back and repeat some of the other positions with Kurt all the way inside you, just like he is now, Melanie.”

  I didn’t know what to say at first, but then I looked down at Kurt and realized that this was going to be my one and only chance to have him in me so deeply. Once we got back home, all this would be forgotten and we would probably never even talk about it again. Of course, it would be wrong to let him fuck me, but surely just letting him slide his cock all the way into my pussy and hold it there didn’t count as fucking. Did it? It didn’t seem like it should to me. After all, he wasn’t going to come in me; he had promised that.

  “All right,” I said, making the decision for both of us. “What should we go back to? Spooning or doggy-style?”

  After that we went through everything all over again only this time Kurt was buried to the hilt inside me with every pose. I knew it was wrong, especially when Lisa asked him to move in and out some so she could get some contrasting shots, but I couldn’t seem to stop. It felt too good to open myself and let him fuck me, too good to have his thick cock thrusting in and out of my open pussy to make him stop. I was pretty sure Kurt felt the same way, but to his credit, he never once lost control and he never came in me. Oh, he dripped plenty of precum, both inside my pussy and over my open cunt folds, enough that I was sticky and slippery with it by the end of the shoot. But he never actually put his cock all the way inside me and let go, even when I finally had an orgasm myself and felt my inner muscles squeezing him with every spasm of pleasure that rushed through me.

  It happened while we were doing a position called the longbow. I was lying on my back with one leg wrapped around his waist and the other over his broad shoulder. Kurt had me open wide, really leaning into me as he fucked me, and suddenly the feel of his shaft pounding into my pussy was too much. I felt the orgasm rolling over me like a tidal wave, and I moaned his name as I clutched at the sheets, my pussy rippling around his cock. “Kurt, oh God, yes!” I gasped, unable to help myself.

  “Was it good, Mel?” he murmured when the spasms had finally passed and I was panting helplessly, his cock still buried in my cunt. “Did you like the feel of me fucking you while you came?”

  “You know I did,” I murmured, looking up at him, letting my true feelings fill my eyes. “It felt amazing, Kurt. All of this, all day, has been incredible.”

  “I know,” he murmured, and looked suddenly sad. “I feel the same way. But you know how it is, Mel. Why we can’t…”

  “I understand,” I said, nodding. “But we’re not home yet. We’re still here. I want…want you to know that if you want to come in me, you can. I mean, we’ve been doing this for hours; it has to be killing you to keep going like this with no relief.” I felt I couldn’t keep denying him the right to fill me with his cum when he had given me such a hot orgasm just moments before.

  He frowned stubbornly and shook his head. “I told you, Mel, I’m not going to come in you. That’s taking things too far. It’s going to be hard enough to go home after this as it is.”

  Just then, Lisa called for yet another position and our conversation was cut short. It turned out to be the last position she needed, and after she finished snapping yet another pict
ure of Kurt’s cock entering my pussy, she called a halt and thanked us both for our professional behavior.

  “The pictures are going to be beautiful,” she said as we disengaged awkwardly and reached for our robes. “I’ll see that you get a set to keep if you like.”

  “That would be nice.” I smiled at her and nodded. “And I want you to know it’s been an amazing experience working with you. I never would have thought in a million years that I’d get to do a shoot with Lisa McKenzie.”

  She smiled back. “Well, you may get to do more than one, Melanie. I really enjoyed shooting you. So why don’t you give me your information and maybe I’ll call you the next time I’m in town?”

  “That would be great,” I said, really meaning it. “I’d love to work with you again.”

  “Of course, it would be straight modeling,” she said, looking around the large empty warehouse. “Nothing like this again ‑‑ this book really is a one-time thing. But I might like to use this space for another shoot ‑‑ I love the natural light in here. That’s why I decided to come here in the first place instead of using a studio.”

  We talked photography and modeling for a few more minutes while Kurt got changed, and then I went and changed myself, hardly able to believe that the shoot was really over.

  * * * * *

  After being naked together and touching each other so intimately, it felt funny and wrong to be fully dressed and sitting so far apart on the ride home. Wrong and yet I knew this was the way things had to be. Kurt was my stepbrother, and he could never be anything more to me ‑‑ not if I wanted my mom to keep talking to me. She was so prim and proper I knew the idea that I wanted her stepson as anything more than a big brother would just about kill her. No, there was no point in even thinking about it ‑‑ we were stuck as siblings no matter how much I wished it were otherwise.

  Kurt seemed to be thinking the same thing because as we pulled in the driveway of our house, he turned to give me a long, measuring look. “Mel,” he started in a low voice, not meeting my eyes. “I want you to know that today, well, it meant a lot to me. Even though we were only doing what we did because it was a job, still…”

  “I feel the same way,” I said, hearing the pain in his voice and wishing I could erase it.

  “But now that we’re home,” he continued. “I don’t think we should mention it again. In fact, I don’t think we should talk about it.”

  “You’re right,” I said, even though my heart was breaking. “It’s probably better if we just pretend that nothing ever happened.”

  He nodded and there was a finality in the gesture that tore at my heart. “That’s a good idea,” he said. “I think that’s exactly what we should do.”

  Chapter Eight

  And that was exactly what we did. For a solid two months following the modeling job we’d shared, we acted like zombies around each other. Oh, we tried to hang out together and do all the things we used to do. But whenever we sat down on the couch together to watch a movie, I couldn’t help wishing that I could cuddle up to Kurt’s side and feel his muscular arm around me. And when we made an ice cream run down to Bo’s to pick up a lime freeze for me and a dipped chocolate cone for him, the car just seemed too small for the both of us. I could never think of anything to say to him ‑‑ or maybe I should say I could never think of anything appropriate to say. That was because the only words that wanted to come out of my mouth went along the lines of, “I love you” or “I want you” or even, “Please can we just forget about the stupid stepsibling crap and just go screw each other’s brains out?” As I said, hardly appropriate.

  Kurt started coming around on the weekends less and less, and I stopped seeing him around the USF campus. I knew he was avoiding me, and I didn’t blame him. We were both so uncomfortable we could barely speak to each other. The long, awkward silences every time we got together were unbearable for both of us. We didn’t even fight the way we used to, and Kurt had stopped butting in and trying to run my life, too. Surprisingly, I found I missed his overprotective concern. It was just no fun to make a date with someone who wasn’t up to Kurt’s standards for me, or take a job in an iffy part of town, or stay out late without Kurt to object to it. I started taking only safe jobs and staying in at night. And as for dating, well, there was just no one else I was interested in. No one but Kurt.

  And then one day the packet came in the mail. I took it from the postman and carried it upstairs, away from my mom’s prying eyes. She had been worried about me lately, asking if I was depressed, and never giving me any time to myself. I was beginning to see that it was time to move out of the house the way Kurt had the year before, but it made me sad to do it. I was reluctant because my parents’ house was still the main focal point of our family ‑‑ the one place I could be sure of seeing Kurt on a regular basis. I didn’t want to give that up, no matter how annoying my mom got.

  Once I was safe in my room with the door locked, I tore open the large manila envelope with Lisa McKenzie’s professional address on the front of it. A handwritten note in her looping scrawl fluttered out along with a stack of black-and-white and color photographs.

  Thought you’d like to see these ‑‑ they came out lovely. The book will be a limited print run so you might not be able to find a copy at your local bookstore, which is why I am sending a copy of everything. I enjoyed working with you and Kurt and would be happy to shoot you again. I’m enclosing my card ‑‑ call and I’ll let you know what I have available.

  The open invitation to work again with such a famous photographer should have made my day. Instead, I found my eyes blurring with tears as I looked over the beautiful, erotic photos of Kurt and I intimately entwined. Lisa had really made the most of the light and shadows in the old warehouse we’d been in, and the end result was stunning in its simplicity and beauty.

  I love him, I thought as I flipped through the photos. Not that it did me any good. The way things were going, in a month or two, these pictures would be all I had to remember my stepbrother by. He was slowly but surely fading out of my life the way I was fading out of his. I looked at the pictures again sadly, studying the expressions on our faces as we touched each other. And, as I looked, I began to see that maybe I wasn’t the only one in love.

  There was a yearning expression on Kurt’s face in every photograph. And there was pain in his piercing eyes ‑‑ the same pain I felt myself, I realized. The pain of loving someone you knew you could never, ever have, even if it broke your heart and ruined your life to deny them.

  Suddenly, I was mad. Why couldn’t we have each other? I asked myself. Why should we care what our parents said or worry about how society would see us? After all, there was no real blood relation between us. It wasn’t like we were kissing cousins who had met at the annual family reunion ‑‑ we were just unlucky enough to be related by marriage. If we had met first instead of our parents, would it have stopped them from getting together? Knowing my mom and how she liked to have her own way, I seriously doubted it. So then, why should the fact that she had found Kurt’s dad before I found Kurt affect my life so much and make me so miserable? It wasn’t fair!

  Finally, I knew what I had to do. I was going to get Kurt back in my life if it killed me. And as a hell of a lot more than a big brother, too. That was why we had nothing to say to each other lately ‑‑ it was because the tepid, proscribed relationship that we used to have no longer satisfied either one of us. We needed more and I didn’t care if our parents freaked out ‑‑ I was determined to get it.

  The only problem I could see would be convincing Kurt. He was such a straightforward, honorable kind of guy that I knew putting the issue to him plainly would never work. He would have to be brought around gradually, shown that we belonged together no matter what the world or our parents said. And I would need to convince him with actions, rather than words. Luckily, the pictures Lisa had sent me had given me an idea.

  I sat cross-legged on my bed, and began sorting through the photos and develop
ing a plan.

  Chapter Nine

  “You in here, Mel?” Kurt’s deep voice at the doorway to my room made me turn in surprise, even though I had been expecting him.

  “Hi, Kurt. Come on in,” I said casually, turning back to the mirror as I adjusted my bathing suit. “In fact, would you mind tying me up?” I held out the two long strings that attached to my tiny green microbikini with one hand and brushed my long hair aside with the other. “I thought I’d go swimming down at the pool in Seminole Heights,” I said, smiling at him in the mirror.

  “Yeah, I know,” he said as he stalked up behind me and took the strings to my suit in his large hands. “Your mom and my dad are in Sarasota today, so she asked me to go with you. She was worried about you going to that part of town alone.” He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a faded black T-shirt that clung lovingly to his muscular torso. Just the sight of him made my mouth water.

  “She worries too much,” I said, shaking my head. The feel of his warm fingertips brushing against the back of my neck made me shiver with desire, but I tried not to show it.

  “Frankly, I have to agree with her,” Kurt growled, frowning. “I don’t think you should go out of the house in that thing, let alone to a public pool.”

  “But it’s my new bathing suit,” I said innocently. “Don’t you like it?” To be honest, I admitted as I admired my reflection in the mirror, there was hardly anything there to like. The top of the suit consisted of two tiny, quarter-sized, emerald green patches that barely covered my nipples, leaving the dusky pink rings of my areolas and the rounded curves of my full breasts bare. The bottom was even more revealing. It was simply an emerald green string about the width of my pinky that curved around my hips and bisected the curve of my abdomen. I’d had to shave off my little thatch of red curls in order to wear it, and I felt deliciously bare as Kurt’s eyes wandered over my mound to where the tiny string parted my naked pussy lips and disappeared into the folds of my cunt.