A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

That was weird - it had been the second time today that thinking about Jess has ended up with me thinking about my sister. It must just be the similarities between their names. I shook the thought from my head and picked up my camera and headed downstairs. I was in the mood to take a picture and was drawn to a particular subject.

I quietly sneaked into the kitchen. Tess was done ordering the takeout and was mixing something on the counter. She'd changed out of the bikini, and just had some tiny cotton shorts on, and was still wearing my hoodie. I quickly shot a picture. She turned at the sound of the shutter and looked at me quizzically.

"I just wanted something to remember you by for when I leave you next year," I joked. A wave of sadness passed over her face but was quickly hidden by a smile.

"As if, perv. You've just run out of cute girls to shoot at school." She stuck her tongue out at me and I took another shot.

"Hah, nobody at school is as pretty as you when you do that, dork." I expected her to playfully hit me or something, but she instead blushed a little.

"You really think I'm pretty, brother of mine?" she asked with a coy smile on her face. Her whole body had seemed to perk up.

"Like you don't already know, what with a hundred guys eyeing you up every game." We both laughed at that. The cheer team was literally the only reason people showed up at games anymore.

I then noticed what she was doing, she had a few bottles out from the bar of various spirits. "What are you making, T?" I asked while picking up a bottle of Malibu rum.

"Oh, my girlfriends showed me how to make these when we were away for a cheer competition." She pulled the trigger on the blender, which had an exotic looking blue concoction made of crushed ice and who knew what inside it. "I thought we could have them while we watched the movie."

The doorbell rang and I quickly strode to the door to get the food. The driver handed over a bag that was stuffed with cartons. It smelled great. I yelled out to Tess to bring down some bowls and headed downstairs to the den. I was taking all the boxes out of the bag and being careful not to drip sauce on the carpet when Tess bounded down the stairs with a pitcher filled with the blue drink and two bowls precariously held with her other hand.

"Help me out before I drop this, you goon!" she snapped at me.

I quickly got up and took the pitcher from her. The low table was overflowing with food. I went to one of the recessed cabinets in the bar and picked out two margarita glasses, figuring they'd be the best choice for the blue drink.

The den was a great room. My parents had pretty much given up on it, and Tess and I used it exclusively. It had a huge couch that ran along the side of the room, a bunch of shelves filled with books. A small bar that was mostly just storage for glasses was recessed right next to a small washroom. The floor was thickly carpeted and to top it all off, a huge plasma screen dominated the wall opposite the sofa. It had an Xbox hooked up which I sometimes played games on and Tess used to watch DVDs with her friends when they had a slumber party.

Tess had torn into the boxes of food with a ravenous quickness and started heaping delicious looking slivers of meat and vegetables into her bowl. Tess weirdly mixed in her rice after loading up on meat and sauce. I'd often made fun of her for that little quirk. With her mouth full Tess managed to ask me to pour the drinks.

With a gulp she swallowed her food. "They're called sapphire orgasms. They make you feel as good as if someone had gone down on you," she said proudly. I nearly spit out the sip I just took.

"What?" I asked.

She giggled mischievously. "You don't think a girl as pretty as me has had an orgasm before?" she teased. I immediately blushed; the thought of my sister having an orgasm was something that had never come across my mind before.

"Oh don't be such a prude, Steve," she playfully punched my arm.

"I didn't realize you had any boyfriends," I said, with the concern of a protective older brother.

"Not exactly," she giggled enigmatically, "Try this dumpling," and she nimbly fed me a succulent dumpling before I had a chance to recover.

She hit the play button on the DVD and the familiar Indiana Jones soundtrack played. "I thought we'd reconnect with a classic," Tess said.

The trilogy was one of our favorites as kids, and we usually tried to re-watch them all once a year but that had dropped off lately. We tore into the food as if it was our last meal while downing the "Sapphire Orgasms" -- they were pretty good, you couldn't really taste the alcohol and they seemed more like a slurpee you'd get at 7-11.

They definitely had a kick to them because my head was buzzing after the third one. Tess was getting giggly and almost seemed to get flirty with me. We were playfully teasing each other just like when we were really close. She'd try and tickle me and I'd tickle her back, trying to pin her down while she tried to squirm away.

Tess suddenly tightly hugged me, and started sobbing. "What's wrong, Tess," I worriedly asked.

"I'm going to miss you so much next year. You're the best guy ever," she said between sobs, "I feel like we've wasted the last two years because I was such a bitch." I held her close.

"T, don't cry. It's okay, we'll see each other on vacations and we'll talk on the phone, I'm not leaving forever," I said as I tried to reassure her.

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "You promise?" she sniffled. It was a little disconcerting, I hadn't seen her cry or even really be unhappy in the longest time, and here she was baring her feelings.

"Of course," I replied, "You're my sister and I love you."

That seemed to cheer her up and she blinked back the rest of the tears and a broad smile crossed her face. "I love you too, big brother," she said as she snuggled up to me again and we finished the movie curled up on the couch.

When the end credits played she bounced up and it seemed like nothing had happened. "So, what do you wanna do now?" she said with a wide grin.

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "It's getting kinda late, I have to be up early tomorrow."

She pouted, "Aw, come on. What could you be doing on a Sunday morning? Running your ass off again?"

I told her about meeting a photographer in the camera store and being invited to a shoot tomorrow, for some reason I didn't tell her that it was actually the photographer's dynamite looking younger sister. I wasn't sure why, I guess I was just enjoying Tess' company too much to bring up another girl. I wasn't even sure why I thought she'd react badly to it. I seemed to be making a lot of these subconscious internal decisions today.

Tess put a finger on her lips, crinkled her nose and looked thoughtful. "Well, if you're going to work for a hotshot photographer tomorrow you're going to need some more practice." She grinned mischievously and took my hand and pulled me off the couch.

"Come on," she squealed and bounded up the stairs energetically, beckoning me to follow. "Grab your camera," she told me as she strutted through the house into the spacious and minimalist living room that our mother was so proud of.

I picked up my camera and followed her. "You think I'm hot, right?" she asked, smiling coquettishly.

I had the presence of mind to reply, "Of course, T."

She struck a pose leaning against the wall, raising her hands behind her head and standing on her tiptoes thrusting her hips out. I quickly hit the shutter button, scarcely believing what was happening.

She moaned lustily and turned around and looked over her shoulder pushing her pert butt out. The tight little shorts left little to the imagination, and it was clear she wasn't wearing anything under them. She pouted sexily, looking hotter than any Maxim model could. She turned to face me and unzipped the hoodie. Her eyes were glinting dangerously.

My heart skipped a beat. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could just make out the swell of her breasts barely covered on each side by the sweater but still tantalizingly hidden. There was something unbearably sexy about the swathe of the tanned flesh she exposed. She fixed the camera with a sultry smile and blew it a kiss as I took the picture. She then abruptly zipped the hoodie back up and started giggling.

She reached over and ruffled my hair. "How was that, ace?" she teased. "I hope you're not going to shoot a hotter model tomorrow or I'll be jealous."

"That was unreal, Tess. What got into you?"

"Those sapphire orgasms, big brother -- they drive me wild." She was less than a foot away from me now. I could swear she just licked her lips. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. I had a feeling she'd let me but I just wasn't ready to cross that line, so I hesitated. There was palpable tension -- Tess then took a step back.

"I'd better not see those pictures on the internet," Tess said with a laugh. "You'd better get to bed, you've had far too much excitement tonight."

She looked down raising her eyebrow. I was so engrossed in her posing that I hadn't realized that my cock was threatening to tear my shorts apart. It was no good hiding it from her, so I just grinned sheepishly. "I guess you're hot after all," I lamely joked.

"Aw, ain't you cute." She ruffled my hair patronizingly again. Not quite the reaction you'd expect after I broke several social conventions, but there again she'd started it. She stifled a yawn. "I'd better get to sleep too. Goodnight brother."

She walked towards the stairs leading up to upper floors. My eyes were fixated on her tight little butt that desperately seemed to be trying to escape the tiny shorts she was wearing. They almost seemed to be trying to eat up the shorts by how deep her ass cleavage stood out. She turned around at the foot of the stairs.

"Just take a picture, it'll last longer," she teased, and then slowly climbed the steps while bouncing her hips from side to side, accentuating her magnificent legs and butt.

I literally had to shake my head to snap back to reality. Just hours earlier I'd idly mused about using my sister as a model and I now had an incredibly racy shoot, which made American Apparel's models look dowdy, in my camera. She definitely seemed to be hinting at more. I guess she might have just been teasing, but wow. I'd have to make sure she made those drinks again.

I headed upstairs. Our rooms were pretty far apart and on different floors. I managed to talk my way into having the room on the third floor out of the way from everyone else in the house so I could have quiet time to study. Tess had her room as far away as she could get from our parent's room.

I paused on the landing and looked down the corridor towards her room. The door was closed, but I could see her light was still on from the crack under the door. Should I try and push my luck? Would she let me do anything? She was my sister too... Was anything that just happened something that should happen? I was conflicted.

I decided to head up to my room. After all I actually needed to get some sleep, since my luck with the ladies seemed to have changed so much today that even my sister was hitting on me, so who knew what would happen tomorrow hanging out with Jess? I had to laugh to myself.

I booted up my computer, and plugged in the memory card from my camera. Soon the pictures of Tess were displayed in high resolution on my monitor in all their glory. Even though I considered myself to be a pretty good photographer, I had to say it was Tess that made these pictures and I was just lucky enough to capture them. I was not sure if it was because she was my sister, or because I took them, but they were the sexiest pictures I'd ever seen. I was glad I hadn't screwed up shooting them.

On impulse I got up from my computer and headed down the stairs. Tess' light was still on. I walked quietly towards her door. I stopped to listen just outside. I could hear faint little gasps that started to escalate into moans. Tess had to be masturbating; there was no other explanation.

I didn't dare breathe in case she heard me. The tiny little pants I could hear had to be the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. It was a pretty good day for my senses. I had to draw myself away, it was one thing to have Tess take the lead on redefining our relationship but another thing to have her find me spying on her.

"Sofia." I instantly froze when I heard that. "Sofia ... Sofia ... Sofia," came from Tess' room in whispers, the voices gave way to a cascade of quiet panting culminating in a deep satisfied sigh.

Did my sister just have an orgasm? Who the hell was Sofia? I quietly retreated from the hallway and made my way back up to my room in a daze. I lay down on my bed and looked up at my ceiling in a daze.

What was happening? I had a sexy redhead flirting up a storm with me. My sister who I hadn't really talked with in nearly a year was not only nice to me but was pushing all kinds of boundaries between brother and sister. I couldn't help but respond to her onslaught of flirting, especially when she took it to the next level with her sultry modeling. You couldn't blame me could you? It didn't feel like I did anything wrong.

The buzz of my cell phone startled me out of my reverie. It was a text message from Jess. Perfect, a tangible reminder of how confusing my day had been. "Could u bring some of ur pics, my brother wants to see your stuff tomorrow. Me too, lol! Jess xx."

I quickly thumbed out a response and went to my computer and plugged in a flash drive. I dragged some of my favorite pictures to the drive ... on impulse I dragged one of the pictures of Tess to the folder. I unplugged the drive and tossed it into my camera bag. Finally I could get some sleep. I collapsed into bed.