A Gift For My Father

Dusty coughed and I turned toward him. Our eyes locked until I caught him shift his gaze to my breasts. I pinched my nipples for him and licked my lower lip. Then I slowly slid my fingers down to my crotch, wet with sweat and sex.

I spread my legs. The lights popped. The artist was focused on my face as I began to rub my vulva and search for my swollen clitoris.

“Dusty, keep the light bouncing off her chin,” he said. “Jana, close your eyes and feel the sensations.” In spite of everything, he still sounded so professional.

I knew I was closed to cumming but I held back to make it more intense. I found my clit but pressed around it, not on it. With my other hand, I reached under my ass and finger-fucked myself from below. I withdrew my sopping digit and pushed it slowly into my asshole. My sphincter held it tight.

And then, in a great powerful rush, I exploded, screaming with pleasure. My legs stiffened and my toes curled. I lifted my hips and threw back my head, gasping for breath. Cum gushed out of me as I furiously rubbed my clit. God! I throbbed and bucked on the chair. My asshole sucked my finger in deeper. I was consumed.

From somewhere, I heard the shutter clicking. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw my dad lowering the camera. He said nothing. Dusty had his mouth open, just staring at me. I took a deep breath.

“Wow!” I said, smiling, laughing, spent. I inhaled again. “I hope you got some of that on film,” I laughed.

“Don’t worry, Jana. I got it all. Thank you so much.” He paused. “In all my years doing this, I’ve never had a model just let it all go. I think I’ve captured the essence of a young woman in the throes of ecstasy. You were fantastic!”

“I second that,” Dusty said. He still looked half in shock.

“Thanks, Dusty, I’m glad you’re here.” I casually cupped my tits.

“Here, Jana,” Dad said, as he handed me my robe.

“Wait, Dad. I’d like to try something else. I want you to take some photos of Dusty and me together.”

“What?!” my shocked brother said. I turned to him.

“I think Dad would create some terrific artistic photos of us as twins. It’s a great subject to explore and you know he’s the best photographer on the planet.”

“I’m not arguing that, Jana, but …”

“But what? Are you afraid to be nude with me, Mr. Dusty? Are you, huh?” I teased him with my taunts. He looked at me and then at Dad who just shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s up to you, son,” he said. “I’m just the photographer.” I could see Dusty silently debating with himself before taking up the challenge.

“Okay,” he said. “What should I do?” “Well, first take off your clothes,” I said, smiling.

“Wait,” Dad said. “I’ve got an idea. I want to shoot the contrast between you twins. Dusty, keep your clothes on for now at least and let’s try some formal portraiture. If you want to go on after that, fine. Otherwise, we’ll call it a day.”

“That sounds cool”, I said. “What a great idea!”

Dad set up a dark backdrop and placed two Queen Ann chairs in front of it. Then he posed Dusty and me exactly the same in the separate chairs, side by side. He used the large-format camera for the shots and asked us to look very serious. Then he did some shots with us smiling and with us making goofy faces.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” he said. “Let’s do another approach. Dusty, is it alright if Jana sits on your lap?”

“I guess so.”

“Jana, is it okay with you sitting on your brother’s lap?”

“Sure,” I said, getting up from my chair. “How do you want me to do it?” The artist took my hand and had me sit on Dusty at a 45 degree angle.

“Fold your hands together,” he said to me. “Good. Now turn your head forward a bit but look off to the right of the camera. Great! Now, hold that for a minute.” He prepared the camera and then took the shot.

“Now, stay as you are but look right at the camera, both of you.” He took another shot. “Now, Dusty, you look away to the right.” Another shot. Then he took a few more with me wrapping my arm over Dusty’s shoulders. My brother seemed to loosen up as photo after photo was taken.

“Okay, kids, let’s do these again, except this time both of you will be nude.” I felt Dusty flinch.

It’ll be ok, Dusty,” I said to him. “It’s fun. You’ll like it.” He looked at me as I stood up. I smiled back.

“Well, here goes,” he said, as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He quickly took off his clothes and stood by me. For the first time in years, I saw his cock and balls and his hairy ass.

The photographer positioned Dusty in the chair and then had me sit on my brother’s lap. I could see Dusty was a little nervous; he felt frozen to the spot; his biceps twitched. “Relax,” I said, and he seemed to loosen up a bit as the shutter clicked and clicked.

“Okay, let’s do something else,” the photographer said. “Stand up and move the chairs away.” We did. “Now, face me and stand side by side. Dusty, put your hands in front of your crotch. Jana, use one hand to cover your breasts and one to cover your crotch.” We did. The lights popped.

“You’re doing great,” I told Dusty.

“Yeah, right,” he said, smiling a little.

“Okay,” the artist said. “I want you to stand back to back and clasp hands and look at the lens.” Dusty is about three inches taller than I but our legs are almost the same length. So, when we stood back to back, our wet asses touched. I reached for his hands and gripped them firmly, as we waited for the photographer to snap the shots.

“Shit!” Dusty said, breaking the pose and turning away.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because my cock started to get hard.” I looked down and smiled.

“I don’t mind,” I said, touching his arm.

“But I do. It’s embarrassing,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” Dad asked.

“Dusty’s cock was acting up,” I said. “He’s embarrassed.”

“Well, I can shoot around that, Dusty. And I can pose you so it doesn’t show. But it’s up to you. You don’t have to and we can stop now.” My brother had his back to us, his hands on his hips.

“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s natural, sexy actually. Besides, you watched me cum awhile ago.”

“You wanted to, Jana. I don’t. And you’re my sister, for god’s sake.

“So what,” I said. There was silence. “Look, Dusty, I told you before and I told Dad today that I wanted to give him a gift. I wanted to model for him as a sensual, erotic young woman. Tasteful, but erotic. Your hard-on makes me feel sexier, even though you are my brother. There’s nothing wrong with that. I can handle it.”

Dusty sighed and looked at our father. “Do you mind, Dad? I mean, is this alright?”

“It’s up to you, he said. “I’ve never asked a model to do something she or he didn’t want to do. I’ve gotten some good shots of you both so we can stop now. But I will say that you’re not the first model to get an erection.”

“See. It’s natural,” I said. “Let’s keep going.” By now, Dusty was soft—and small. I smiled at him again. “Please, Dusty. For me.” He looked at me, sighed again and shrugged his shoulders.

“What the hell. Let’s do it,” he said. I kissed him on the cheek, and then punched him playfully on the arm.

“What’s next, Dad?” I asked.

“Well, let’s try this,” he said. “Lie down here, Jana, on your left side. Dusty, you lie down behind her. Both of you bring your knees up in a fetal position so your thighs, Dusty, are beneath your sister’s. The old spooning position it’s called. I’ll use the large camera to shoot some pictures from above.”

We both lay down on the white satin sheet spread on the floor. The photographer lifted Dusty’s right arm and draped it across my chest. He had me put my head on top of my brother’s left arm. Then he had me nestle my ass up against Dusty’s crotch.

“I don’t want anything private showing,” he said. “So, Jana, is it okay if Dusty puts his hand on your left breast? His arm will cover your right one.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “Okay with you, Dusty?”

“Sure, I can handle it.” All of us laughed at his unintentional pun. And then, he reached over and gently cupped my breast.

“That looks good,” the artist said. “Relax, but hold that pose while I frame the shot.” He moved the camera into position and then climbed onto a ladder to adjust the framing and the lens. Dusty and I lay there not saying anything.

Then, it happened again. I felt his bent cock stiffen against the crack of my ass. “Is this okay?” he whispered. I told him it was. My nipples grew hard and I knew he could feel them. And I knew we were both comfortable with what we were doing for my father and for me.

The photographer took six shots, some with our eyes open, some with them closed. I could feel my brother’s heart beating on my back and his cock throbbing against my ass. And I could feel him gently squeezing my tit.

“Those were good,” the artist said. “Want to try a different idea?”

“You bet,” I said, moving away from Dusty and standing up. As I did, his cock sprang out and up. He made no attempt to hide it. Dad saw Dusty’s hard-on too but it didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“I’d like to do some abstracts,” he said, grabbing a smaller camera.

“Dad,” I said, “can we talk for a minute?”

“Sure,” he said. I reached for Dusty’s cock.

“What the …!”

“Shush!” I said to Dusty, keeping my hand on his engorged penis. “Dad, I want to do some real sexy shots. Just for us, you know, not for publication.” I tugged on Dusty’s cock.

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea, Jana,” he said. “You and Dusty have long lives ahead of you and I want you to have a good relationship with each other. Later, you might regret what you’re asking to do now.”

“No, Dad, I want to do it as well.” My mouth fell open as Dusty spoke. “We love each other. I don’t mean romantically. But you know we’re very close. I admit I was uptight when we first started doing these pictures. But, look at us. We’re standing here naked. She’s got her fingers wrapped around my boner.” He paused. “This is too cool.”

I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. I let go of Dusty and brought my hands to my face. He looked at me and then at Dad. And he laughed too. Dad threw up his hands in mock exasperation. At last, the artist looked at his children, walked up to us, and put his hands on our shoulders.

“What would your mother say?” he asked, and we all laughed again. Then, very seriously, very professionally, and very paternally, he spoke.

“You’re both young adults who happen to be my beautiful twins. One thing I’ve tried to teach you is to be yourselves, to follow your passions, and to consider the consequences of your actions. I respect you as individuals. I love you as my children. If you want to do this, then we will. But, after I make a set of prints for each of you, I’ll destroy the negatives. Just in case.” He winked and smiled. Dusty and I both kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s get to work,” he said.

The three of us talked about what we envisioned and how to achieve it. We arranged the studio set so that the photographer could shoot in a 180 degree range. He put a pile of multi-colored cushions on the floor.

“I won’t pose you,” he said. “You do what you want and I’ll try to get some good shots.”

“Okay,” I said and then turned to Dusty. We stood there, awkwardly, figuring how to begin. The artist saw this.

“Hmmm, how about we start with a couple poses after all? Then, well see how it goes,” he said.

“Good idea,” Dusty said. His cock was limp.

“Lie on your back,” the artist said to Dusty. “Jana, sit on his chest and lean back on your arms.” He took a shot.

“Stay as you are, Dusty. Jana, get up, turn around and straddle his torso with your rear end toward his face.” I did as I was told. He took a few shots.

“Hold that pose. Now, Jana, lower your chest and head and rest them on Dusty. Turn your head away from the camera.” I did what he asked. My ass jutted in the air above Dusty’s face. He took more shots.

“Okay, Jana, lower your body all the way down onto Dusty so your legs are on either side of his head.”

I could feel Dusty’s breath on my cunt. His bobbing cock pointed at me, just inches from my face. Then, he put his hands on my ass and squeezed. Instinctively, I slid back onto his mouth. His tongue found my slit. I lay still, enjoying the wet warmth probing me.

Above us, I heard the shutter click once, then again. I reached under Dusty’s right leg and massaged his tight balls. He raised his hips. I circled his asshole with my middle finger. He pushed against it. And then, I fucked him. I penetrated him with my finger.

His sphincter grabbed it tightly at the first knuckle. I eased it out, then back in. Out, then in. I pushed deeper, down to the second knuckle, feeling him tighten around it. He wanted more and, slowly, I gave it to him, plunging my finger in as deep as I could.

Dusty’s cock head turned purple. I flicked it with my tongue. He moaned a little. I muffled the sound with my pussy hard against his mouth. He found my clit and licked it. I found his cock and sucked it. And the shutter kept clicking. Clicking. Clicking.

I didn’t want my brother to cum yet. I wanted more pictures. So, I pulled my finger out of his ass. I lifted my mouth off of his cock. And I slid away from his wonderful tongue.

“Time out,” I said, standing up quickly. “I need to pee.” I ran to the little bathroom stuck in a corner of the studio. My face was flushed and I was breathing deeply as I sat on the toilet.

When I walked out, my brother and the artist were talking. They stopped as I approached. “I hope you got some good shots, Dad,” I said.

“I did, Jana. But I must say that you two went beyond what I expected.”

“Are you okay with that?” I asked.

“I’m okay,” he said. “Dusty tells me he’s okay too.” I saw something in his expression but I didn’t know what it was and I didn’t inquire. Instead, I smiled.

“Good,” I said. “I’d like to try a couple more things before we quit. Is that okay?” I looked at the artist who looked at my brother.

“I’m cool with it,” Dusty said.

“Sure,” the artist said. “What are you thinking?”

“You’ll see,” I said. “Just let us do what we do and shoot it as you see fit, but focus on Dusty more than me.” Dusty looked puzzled. I smiled at him and told him to follow my lead. I had been naked in front of my father for more than three hours. My brother had been nude for almost half that time. I felt free to do anything.

“Are you guys ready?” I said. They nodded. I motioned for Dusty to lie down on his back. When he was settled, I knelt down a couple feet from his head and faced his toes. Then, I bent down so that I was on all fours, my tits hanging above his face. Slowly, I brought one to his mouth to suckle. The photographer took some shots.

“Gently,” I said to Dusty. “Don’t bite me.” He sucked my nipple and it grew hard in his mouth. His cock got harder too. Then I pulled away and gave him my other tit. He took it like a baby.

I rocked back and forth and side to side, sliding my breasts slowly over his mouth. I stuck my tongue out and flung my head back, eyes closed, listening to the shutter click. Then, I rose back up on my knees.

“Dusty,” I said, “reach up and gently pull on my nipples. Pull, but don’t let go.” As he did, I cupped my crotch with both hands, closed my eyes, and pretended to be in ecstasy. After a few shots, I lifted Dusty’s hands from my tits. His cock was growing larger.

“Stand up,” I said. “Put your hands behind your back as if you were handcuffed. Whatever happens, don’t move from this spot.” He got up and did what he was told. His hard-on was full-blown but he stood there unashamed. I walked over to the photographer and whispered, “Please, for the remaining shots, just shoot Dusty, not me, from his chest on up. I’m going to make him come.”

My father smiled and nodded. He grabbed a different lens and put it on the camera. “Ready,” he said.

I walked back to my brother and reminded him to keep his hands clasped behind him and not move away from the spot where he stood. Slowly, I circled him, raking my fingertips softly on his skin. I rubbed his nipples until they were hard. I poked at his belly button and pulled on his pubes. His breathing grew heavy. His cock bobbed and pulsed.

Turning away, I backed my ass up against the underside of his raised penis and moved slowly side to side. His breath warmed my neck. His cock settled in my crack. The artist hadn’t taken a shot. He was watching me stimulate his son, waiting for me to move out of the frame.

I crouched down, and then got on my knees. I turned and faced my brother’s glistening cock. I wrapped my right hand around it and began stroking him slowly. His scrotum tightened around his balls.

Dusty started thrusting his hips. He shifted his feet wider, giving me access to his asshole. I teased it with my left thumb, pressed it with my middle finger. I stroked him faster, squeezed him harder. He was very close.

The camera clicked behind me. Dusty started to moan. He pushed against my hand urgently. And then, he came, splattering my face with three long streams of jism. His knees buckled but he held his ground. More cum flowed from his cock onto my stroking hand. His first spurts dripped off my nose and chin.

I turned to the artist, who lowered his lens to shoot my face. I smiled and licked Dusty’s cum from my lips. Then, I licked the tip of his cock and let go.

“That was way cool,” I said, looking up at my brother. He smiled, still breathing hard.

“Yeah,” he said, “way cool.” I got up, grabbed a towel and wiped his cum off my face. The photographer started to put his equipment away.

“Wait, Dad,” I said. “Can I get a photo of you and me? Let Dusty take a shot of us.”

“Yeah, Dad. Give me the camera,” Dusty said. I grabbed my father’s hand and pulled him under the lights. I put my arm around his waist and my brother took a shot of father and naked daughter. Then another.

“Dad,” I said. “Will you do me a favor?”

“What’s that?” he asked, as Dusty took another shot.

“Can I have a photo of you and me naked together?”

“Jana, I don’t think …”

“Please, Dad.”

“Jana, I …”

“Please.” I looked straight into his eyes. He smiled.

“Okay,” he said. The artist had won over the father. He removed his shoes and socks and then his shirt. When he took off his trousers, I was surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. For his age, my father still has a trim body, one coated with gray hair.

We stood there again with our arms around each other’s waist. Dusty took a couple photos of us smiling and making silly faces. Suddenly, I turned slightly into Dad and, with my free arm, placed my hand over his penis. He flinched a little but didn’t move away. Wide-eyed, Dusty took another shot.

“A couple more,” I said to him, looking straight into the lens. My father’s cock stiffened in my cupped hand, like it did when I traveled through it long ago.