My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 10c

I take this all in. She's right. I've been feeling awkward for half an hour. That can't look good in photos. I decide to take her advice. I mean, how often am I going to have a chance like this again? With a professional photographer as good as Ben is and an actual runway model that's been on the cover of big magazines giving me pointers.

I connect my phone to my car's stereo through Bluetooth and set a small playlist. La Tour's "Blue" starts to pump through my car's stereo. It's an old classic from the early 90's. I found the vinyl single in Aunt Lacey's collection, autographed to her, and I love it. It was featured in the movie Basic Instinct with Sharon Stone when she was in her prime. It's a sexy track. Sure, it's a bit old and analogue sounding compared to today's electronica, but there's just something about that sound that appeals to me.

Mr. Kitty's "After Dark" is up next, and that's when I think of all the old Heavy Metal magazines Dad had in his garage. Covers by Frank Frazetta, Boris Vallejo, and Sorayama. Beautiful and sexy women. I tried to embody some of the poses I had seen in those glossy pages. My mind goes to 80's and 90's Snap on Tools calendars and posters I had seen in mechanics shops my dad worked in when I was a little kid. Gorgeous girls in bikinis or cut-off jean shorts like the ones I'm wearing, with the top buttons open, draped across hot muscle cars with a wrench or a drill in one hand. At points I am allowing Kelly to push and pull me into various positions. Contorting my body in ways that I never would have imagined myself.

Kelly, and the girls cheer me on. Ben is really encouraging, but not creepy at all. It helps that I've known him my whole life. I feel comfortable with him, even with those giant camera lenses pointed at me.

The next track on my playlist is Nine Inch Nails "Closer". If the previous Mr. Kitty track didn't get me in the right frame of mind, by the time Closer is halfway over, I'm in a completely different head space. NIN has a way of doing that to you.

Mareux's track "Gopnik" is next. And the beat from NIN's "Closer" was used as a sample in Mareux's track, so they work well together.

I throw caution to the wind, and I strip off my crop top to reveal my strappy bikini top underneath, as my playlist puts out Panther Modern's "Body Reaction". I imagine the way Shawn took me on the hood of this car, and I conjure every ounce of sexy I can possibly muster for this photo shoot. I imagine his powerful thrusts as he fucked me and made me shudder on his cock.

Tempers "Guidance" is the last track I had lined up. I take off my jean shorts, and all I'm left wearing is that incredibly revealing bikini Mom got me. Kelly has me completely bent over my car, one knee up on the hood, ass way up in the air, and looking back at Ben's camera, mischievously.

"Don't forget the face, Cat!" Kelly motions. "Think sexy thoughts."

That's exactly what I do. All the sexy scenarios with my boyfriend. All the times we've made love and fucked. All the beautiful hard lines and angles of Shawn's body. His voice. The way he smells, his warm, hard, calloused hands as he massages SPF into me. How sexy he looks on that surfboard, and how insanely turned on I get when he picks me up like nothing and kisses me.

"That's the shot!" Ben announces. "Anything after that is just gonna pale in comparison. That last one was THE shot."

"Good cuz, I don't think I can do this one more minute." I laugh. "Hats off to you, Kel. There's no way I could be a model, even for a day. Shit's exhausting!"

"It really is." Kelly smiles. "You did great, Cat. Ben's right, that last picture... you are going to love it! C'mere and look!"

Ben has his cameras remotely set up on one of his laptops, so he can preview each shot as he takes it. He's used 2 cameras for this photo shoot.

I climb off my car as my friends rub my back, and give me several hugs, and tell me how hot I am. I'm feeling pretty wonderful from all the praise.

When Ben starts showing me the images from the last hour, I don't know what to say. Who is that voluptuous, sexy, small female on my car? Do I look like that?

"She's speechless." Ben laughs.

"I'm sorry, Ben. I think I'm in shock." I gape. "Is that really me?"

"I get this feeling you're not the biggest selfie taker." Ben smirks. "Ya Feline. That's you. You're fuckin' hot, girl. Smokin' hot! Shawn's gonna shit himself."

"Ya Cat, that ass! WOW!" Jess grins at me as I laugh and laugh.

"Benny, I want pics of all the girls. On my car. Together, one on one. I don't care. Please?" I ask, hoping he'll oblige. Of course he does.

Immediately, my friends are checking themselves out in my Firebird's mirrors, stripping down to bikinis.

Beautiful girls, one after another, step up to my car and drape themselves over it, beside it, on top of it, in the driver's seat, the back seat, the passenger seat. 2 girls together. 3, 4. 6.

Finally, they all wave me over repeatedly, and we take some fun and adorable shots together. Just us ladies. I wish Angie was here. She's the only one missing. She's probably having a blast surfing with the guys. Ben starts wrapping up the shoot, and my friends climb out of and off of my car.

I'm about to turn the stereo off when Jess asks Ben to take several shots of just the two of us. We stand together in front of my fire chicken, arms draped casually around each other. Each sequence of photos has us trying out new titillating poses. We each become a bit bolder as the seconds tick by. Jess pulls on my bikini top, and I pretend to be shy about it. I tug on the string to her bikini bottom, and it comes loose. I keep hold of the strings so it won't fall open. Jess laughs and wraps one tan arm around me and pulls me into her. I'm a bit shocked yet also curious, and I feel my cheeks heat up as Jess slowly lowers her face to mine, giving the impression we are about to kiss. On the last shots, our lips are almost touching.

"Damn." Ben exhales. "Ya, ok, we're about to get X-rated here. Shit, I gotta charge my batteries before we can continue."

Jess smiles and shrugs. "It's sexy, no?"

I nod slowly as Ben shows us the laptop screen and starts pulling batteries from cameras and attaching them to a charging port. My friend very much looks like she's enjoying herself in that last image. And me? I look like a shy innocent who just got pulled into the succubus' web. Jess towers over me at 6 feet tall and has a wicked smile on her face. My eyes are closed, my face tilted up towards hers, almost anticipating the kiss. Did I close my eyes? Did I want her to kiss me? It's really sexy. So sexy in fact that I'm almost afraid to show my boyfriend. Did we go too far? Is this cheating?

"I think that's enough for today." I laugh nervously. Jess pokes me in the side. "Thanks so much, Benny." I turn to him and hug him tight. "You're the best!"

"Aw, no problem, Cat. Glad to help. You look great. Shawn will love these." he replies, hugging me back just as tight. "I'll get to editing the whole trip as soon as I get back to town. Give me a week? It's good you're coming out of your shell."

"Well, thanks for helping contribute to that." I smile up at our mushroom maestro. "I can't wait to have them!"

He nods and rubs my arm affectionately.

"Maybe we'll continue this in the tent tonight." Jess whispers, leaning into my ear, instantly making me turn red.

"You're staying too?" I ask her, genuinely surprised.

"If you and Shawn don't mind." Jess replies. "Chad was wanting to stay regardless. Then he heard you guys were staying too. We don't want to cramp your style, Cat Woman."

I laugh. "Cramp my style". Jess was so cute. I knew what she meant. She wanted to make sure she wasn't ruining any sexual adventures Shawn and I had planned. Which we didn't. We just wanted to stay longer, that's all. It was actually considerate of her to ask. And I appreciated it a lot that she would do that.

"It's a free country." I poked her back. "For real, I'd love it if you stayed."

"YAY! One more night at Camp Five Oh." Jess says, hugging me.

"Camp Five Oh?" several of us ask.

"Ya, Chad, Nic, Nate, and I were thinking we should name it after Shawn's 50-foot wave yesterday morning." Jess says nonchalantly.

"That's great." Ben nods. "Camp Five Oh. We should make this an annual thing. Mushrooms or not."

All of us agree and nod that we will come together at this spot at the same time every year. Later, we let the guys in on the idea over lunch. Everyone digs the new yearly plan and the new name for the campsite. Nate, who is a woodworker by trade, says he'll work on an ornate Camp 50 sign for the next year. We agree it should be placed somewhere up high. So hopefully no one will take it down.

"If someone does, I'll just make another and put it back up." Nate shrugs.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches with the leftover ham chopped up in them? Girls, you're amazing!" Pat sighs as he comes into the kitchen area, soaking wet. He loves grilled cheese. It's always been one of his favorites.

We paired the sandwiches with leftover potato salad and Caesar salad. It's incredible that for how much food we all bought, there's not much left. Plenty for one more day with just Shawn, Chad, Jess, and I. But you would think there would have been way more leftovers. Surfers munch nearly constantly.

After lunch, everyone that's leaving tonight takes their tents down and starts packing up their gear. It's not long before the guys decide they all want to hit the water again, getting one last session in before we have our last meal together and they all head home. All but Jess, Chad, Shawn, and myself.

After dinner, Benny busts out his laptop and sets it on a picnic table. Together, forearms braced on shoulders, girls in laps, we watch some of the surfing footage Ben took over the weekend. When he got to Shawn's ride on the face and in the barrel of a 50-foot wave, we collectively held our breath. Only when we saw Shawn's triumphant fist pump above the rise of the ocean did we all exhale at once. We actually laughed when we did. Realizing what just happened. He got absolutely stunning photos and video. National Geographic level. Easily.

Ben's footage was nothing short of awe-inspiring. He and Aunt Lacey would have been great friends. Again, I wonder to myself if I should put my Aunt's cameras back to work.

Ben showed us the last of the incredible surfing footage he recorded just that afternoon, where both my brother and Jon were the clear winners of the day, landing the most tricks, including complicated ones. And riding the most daring waves. It was decided that no one topped Shawn for the entire trip. He was gracious in accepting the praise and kudos.

After that, the girls wanted to see some pictures and video Ben took of the entire weekend. So Ben played a few things from our mushroom trip, which made us all laugh. Then he flipped through several photos from this morning's breakfast.

"Don't worry guys, I'll have the full movie up next week, ok? I'll upload unedited, individual clips too. We don't wanna spoil it all, right?" Ben reassures us.

Abruptly, the first image from my morning photoshoot comes on screen.

Several good-natured and loud hoots, hollers, and whistles erupt from our friends. I leap up off Shawn's lap and stand in front of the laptop, holding my arms out.

"Aw, Cat, let us look!" Angie exclaimed, trying to look around me to Ben's screen.

"Ya Feline, let us look!" Jess giggles.

"I don't know about you guys but, I'm curious." Chad says as he glances over at my boyfriend.

"I want to see Feline AND the pictures we took afterward." Larissa states, nodding.

"Shawn, bro. Hook the brothers up, man." Chris laughs, palms up in a non-threatening gesture. Lisa smacks him and smiles. "Hey, I'm just speaking for everyone here, ok? Well, except maybe Pat."

I look at my brother as he stands there and smiles; he slightly shakes his head, the looks directly into my eyes.

"What did you get up to this morning, baby sister?" He asks in a tone that lets me know he's not at all worried about what he might see. My brother crosses his arms and leans against Jon and waits.

Shawn rises, walks over to me, and takes my hands, gently pulling them towards him. He pauses, searching my eyes. I know he is asking me if this is alright. All I do is nod, as he leans down and picks me up effortlessly and then finds our seat again.

"Yes?" Shawn asks me.

I nod again, and he looks at Benny, jerking his chin towards the laptop with that first image of me on my car still displayed on screen. "I can't wait." Shawn smiles.

"Ok!" Ben looks a little trepidatious, but he shrugs and uses his wireless mouse to start scrolling through.

"Damn."

"Hot."

"Shit Feline!"

"Oh wow."

"Fuck me, my sister is gorgeous."

"She really is Pat."

"Kitten." Shawn smooths the hair back from my ear as he whispers his pet name for me, fanning cool air across my earlobe and throat, raising goose flesh all up and down my arms. "Good fucking God, baby." he says quietly, so only I can hear.

"It's ok?" I manage to squeak out, actually wanting an unbiased opinion.

I'm answered by Shawn shifting me in his lap and nudging me with his cock, which was now hard as a rock.

"Feel that?" he murmurs, laying a small kiss right below my earlobe, watching as Ben flips through the 100s of photos he took of me.

I inhale sharply as he presses against my ass with a steel pipe and nod. He chuckles low, stroking my thighs with his big hand as he holds me against him with the other.

Every dozen images or so, I am treated with more exclamations from friends. Shawn's cock is sliding up and down the cleft of me as I sit on his lap. His strong hands mold and shape me. He lays soft kisses against my temple, and my forehead; he leans lower and nips my earlobe, causing me to gasp again. The whole time he watches that screen, his movements are punctuated by incredibly sexy innuendos.

"My Feline is a naughty kitty." he breathes as he squeezes under my left thigh. "Every guy here wants to bang her now." His palm glides up. "Some of the girls, I'd wager also." and slides underneath my jean shorts, "Thirsty motherfuckers." He grips my ass cheek in a soft caress.

"What delicious games will we play tonight, I wonder?" Shawn almost moans against my throat as, finally, mercifully my photos end and the rest of the girls' begin.

He continues to grind into me in such a way that it is undetectable to the rest of our friends. Which I'm grateful for. The photos were embarrassing enough!

The last 8 photos are of Jess and me, in our bikinis. Several wolf whistles followed by "that's hot" are heard. The final 2 are of my new bestie holding me almost lovingly in her arms. One of my hands is gripping her upper arm and the other splayed across her décolletage as if to both bring her forward and hold her back at the same time. My neck is tilted to the side gracefully, and our lips are almost touching. My eyes, although hooded, are open, and then in the last photo, my eyes are closed.

"FUCK!" Shawn's expletive and shit eating grin have several of his friends slap him on the back and laugh.

I'm trying not to die of self-consciousness. It helps that Shawn is holding me.

"Ya, I'm gonna need a cold shower after that." Larissa breathes.

"You and I both." Nic's girlfriend, Carla, gulps. "Especially those last two."

"Dang, are the girls more turned on by that than us?" Chris asks as Jon and Nate both nod in agreement.

"I think so." Jenny, Nate's girlfriend, giggles.

"We're leaving these guys here. Together. Alone." Jon smirks and punches Shawn's shoulder playfully.

Shawn shrugs, smiles, and folds his hands behind his head, saying nothing.

Several of our friends laugh. Lisa and Kelly giggle to themselves.

Benny exhales audibly and pounds fists with my boyfriend, winking.

Jess looks over at me, sitting on my boyfriend's lap, none the wiser about the monster he's slowly grinding over my crotch and ass area as he sits gracefully in our camping chair, grinning like a cheshire cat. I give her a smile, and look away quickly. Why am I suddenly so shy about my friend? I thought about those last two pictures again. Had I wanted her to kiss me? I feel like I had. I even tilted my face and closed my eyes... What did that mean?

My arm is draped behind Shawn's neck I reach over and squeeze the top of his shoulder. He immediately moves to lock eyes with me.

"Did I...did we...did Jess and I go too far?" I stumble over myself, trying to get the words out.

Shawn shakes his head and gives me a soft look.

"No baby. You went right up to the line and didn't cross it." My lover leans in and gives me a slow kiss. "Thank you. For respecting what we have."

"Shawn, you're my first. And only. I don't ever want anyone else." I whisper.

"You sure?" he grins at me, raising his scarred eyebrow. That scar he got defending me, the pigment of which, even now, is starting to fade to a white, slightly jagged line.

Is he playing with me? He's playing with me...isn't he?

"I..." Before I get to finish that sentence, everyone starts to break apart to pack up the very last of their stuff. Chris volunteers to take the garbage and recycling for us all. Which we're grateful for because Chad is going to have his truck full of boards he'll be bringing back to our place and I really don't want that in my car.

My brother smiles down at me and brushes a loose spiral of hair out of my eyes.

"You always did have outta control hair, Baby Bear," he tells me, before he leans down and picks me up in a bear hug. "God, I love you, you know. I'm sorry if I never appreciated you enough..."

"Shh!" I hushed him, finger to his lips. "None of that." I kiss his cheeks. "I love you too, my beautiful brother. Now get the fuck outta here, so I can wax these guys asses at lawn darts."

"Aw, shit, you're playin' Lawnie's?" Pat almost sulks.

"Yup. We're gonna teach Jess. She's never played. Too bad you won't be here. Shawn, Chad, and Jess wouldn't have a chance against the two of us." I chuckle and hug my brother one more time.

"Shit, both of us against everyone here. Maybe we should all stay another night." Pat jokes before I'm laughing and sending him and Angie (with another hug for her) on their way.

One by one, our friends lay kisses on cheeks, gave us tight hugs, fist bumps, and stepped into their vehicles, leaving our camp. Camp 50, where we all had life-changing experiences. Together.

Car and truck horns honk their way out of our small parking lot, down the gravel road, and back out onto the pavement. We can hear them for at least another 15 minutes as Chad, Jess, Shawn, and I chuckle, our arms around each other.

"Well. Now what?" Chad grins and holds his arms out wide. "We got the whole place to ourselves!"

"I heard Feline mention lawn darts." Shawn smiles. "And something about waxing all three of our asses." he winks at me.

"You're on, Cat." Chad says proudly. "Us three against you."

"It's your funeral." I shrug and retrieve one of mom and dad's old lawn dart sets from the 80's from the trunk of my car.

I not only wax all of their asses, I spank them all righteously. By the end, all three are groaning and have had enough. Jess is the first to break out the coolers and beer, and the first of many joints.

Shawn and I decide, now that we are sober, to try cannabis again. I'm probably more game than he is, but he doesn't want to miss out with me. Shawn has a serious case of FOMO.

Jess gets us all incredibly stoned. I'm on cooler 2 and a half and feeling pretty warm and fuzzy. Shawn's actually had three beers. I don't know how much that would be for a man of his size, but he rarely drinks, so I imagine his tolerance is pretty low.

Out of nowhere, a single lightning bolt lights up the dusky night sky over our campfire, followed by a thunderclap so loud that it makes Jess and me jump. All of a sudden, there's a downpour of rain! Jess and I shrieked, rushing around, pulling tarps out of plastic bags, and protecting our food and cooking area. Chad and Shawn take several more tarps and rope them over our tents to keep them dry. By the time we're finished, the fire is totally out, and we are drenched.