August heat pressed against my bedroom window like a living thing, thick and sluggish carring the faint chlorine scent from our pool. I had been sorting through some old boxes and came across some camera equipment-lenses, filters a tripod that i had forgotten all about. I heard the sliding door open to the patio. And my sister had my full attention as she made her way across the yard.she made her way across the patio with the careful, deliberate gait of someone navigating 7″ of patton leather stilettos. The peep toes shoes were black, glossy enough to throw back the afternoon sun, and they anchored her small frame with severity that seemed almost absurd given her height. She only stands 5’1″ without them.
Her black micro mini dress, a stretchy material that clung to her every curve from the hollow of her throat to the upper third of her thighs. The fabric shifted when she moved-not flowing. Her waist length blonde hair caught the light in a way that looked almost artificial, platinum pale against the deep bronze of her shoulders. The contrast was striking enogh that i found myself moving closer to the window. She had her phone in one hand and a small clutch in the other. She sat the both on the patio table, then stood at the railing gripping it with both hands and then arching her back in a long feline stretch. The dress rode up. The black lace on her thigh-high stockings appeared beneath the hem, and above them a sliver of her bare thigh. I hadn’t realized that i stopped breathing. She had just turned 18 and she graduated in June. I had never looked at her the way I was then. She pulled a chair from the patio table and sat down, crossing her legs at the knee. Her stiletto swung lazily, the black patton leather catching the light with each rotation. Then she pulled out her phone and held it up at arms length.The first few shots were standard- head tilted, lips parted, hair swept over one shoulder with her free hand. She revealed each one with a critical squint . It looked like she had deleted a few and the adjusted the angle. I watched her work through the routine with a kind of professional focus that seemed to serious for someone taking selfie on the patio.As I watched her go through a half a dozen sexy poses i was becoming really excited. As I was lost in fantasizing about my hot sister, she glanced up at my window, the glass was reflective on her side- after sun hitting the exterior and i didn’t think she could see me in the dim light of my bedroom. But her gaze lingered in my direction. Then she looked back at her phone as she stood up and walked back towards the sliding door.Minutes went by and there was a soft knock at my door, the room was silent except for the light hum of the air-conditioner. Kipp, I heard her call out in a soft voice. “Yes” I answered. As my door creeked open, my beautiful sister slide through the door closing it behind her. Wearing a black G-string and the thigh high stockings, the lace tops biting into the soft flesh of her thighs. She carried a bottle of oil in one hand as she moved seductively to my bed. She laid down and stretched her back. Her tan lines- the pale triangle of her bikini v and her dark bronzed hips made her skin look like a topographic map of sin. She poured a sream of oil over her stomach and chest. Her hands smoothing the oil over her breast.I picked up my camera and began snapping as the shudder clicked, she didn’t flinch. She turned her head, her grays eyes locking into lens, then shifting to look at me. She smiled, a sliw curving, of her lips that exposed her wet pink tounge.she sat up arching her back and thrusting her chest forward her nipples were rock hard. I said, “iam building a portfolio ” and continued to shoot, as the click of the shudder got faster. “Lingerie, Swimsuits” I need a model . ” And your exactly what iam looking for”She laughed as she stood up, the oil still glistening on her perfect body, she grabbed my hand and said, “let me see those pictures” she slid off her heels but left the stockings on. She looked around and saw the tripod. As she moved past me, she positioned it at the end of my bed. “Can you put your camera on the tripod”? She asked. I nodded angled toward the bed. I checked the settings- ISO, aperture, shutter-speed. As our eyes locked, she was on my bed on her knees, her thumbs hooked into the waist band of her G-string. Keep the stockings off! And take off the string. she shimmed the black fabric down over her hips, as she rolled over on her side and slid them completely off. The pale tan lines of her Brazilian cut framed her smooth.
My shutter is firing in rapid bursts, “arch your back”, i directed. “Hand on your thigh. Look directly into the lens”. She followed every command, her body fluid and obedient. She rolled on to her stomach, kicking her legs up behind her, the souls of her feet pointing up at the ceiling. She looked over her shoulder with seductive Grey eyes.
“It’s for your portfolio, she teased” spreading her knees slightly.
I walked over to the edge of my bed, stepped back and hit the record button that was already secured to the tripod. I took off my shirt and un buttoned my jeans My cock sprang free, thick & hard, i slid my hand softly up her calf over the lace of her stocking, her skin was slick with oil. She shifted and spread her legs wide open. And propped herself up on her elbows.
She watched the red light blink on my camera, she reached down, pulling her knees to her chest. Exposing her wet beautiful shaved pussy completely. “TASTE ME” She demanded.Her arousal mixed with the smell of the oil was intoxicating. I flattened my tongue against her slit, slowly licking from her perineum to her clit. She tasted so sweet, I circled her clit. She gasped, her hand on the back of my head, her fingers intertwined in my hair.
“Yes right there,” she hissed.
As I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking it with the end of my tounge.Her hips bucked as she pulled my face in closer against my face. As she bucked again, I slide two fingers into her tight channel. “FUCK!” She said “Your tounge is incredible. “
I worked her relentlessly with my tounge and fingers, moving in a rhythm designed to break her. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers, the tension coiling in her belly. She was close. I shifted to my back, she straddle my face.lowering her tight swollen puusy to my mouth she leaned forward and i felt her warm mouth take my throbbing cock like a pro.
We formed a perfect circle of lust, a 69 captured in high definition by my camera mounted on the tripod.
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