The Sissy Models Ch. 02

This story contains scenes of almost incest.

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I woke up before dawn as the alarm went. Even as I was groaning and wondering whether I could snatch another ten minutes Daddy was getting up from the bed beside me, pattering to the shower in his new nightie, saying, "I'll shower first."

It gave me the extra minutes in bed and proved how much he knew and loved me. As soon as he went out I went in, barely managing to say two words and them "Good morning." Luckily the shower perked me up and by the time I was out of it I was singing like a nightingale. I had to admit to being blissfully happy, a result of losing my butt-cherry the night before and whilst I wasn't planning to see Tyrone again, I could still remember the pleasure of a real man pounding my sissy butthole.

I left the shower room to see Daddy was sitting in his panties and bra in front of the vanity mirror, gently applying some eye-shadow. He grinned as he saw me, "That was some night."

"Best ever," I agreed. I quickly finished drying myself, before slipping into panties and bra and joining him.

"I felt so like a woman as Nathan took me," he confided.

Again I agreed, "We were both like women, they were so manly as well. It just felt right to have them in us."

"It was made better by having you there."

"I was so happy as well, it's not every boy who loses his virginity with his Daddy."

"And it's not every Daddy who gets his sissy cherry popped with his son," he smiled back.

We continued to smile, both remembering the last night as we put on our make-up and lip-gloss, brushing and styling our hair in a feminine way and retouching up our nail polish. That done we got into some skirts, padded bras and blouses before slipping on our panties and panty-hose. Finally, we got into our heels, standing in front of each other so we could point out any tiny imperfections. There were none, we both looked as feminine as if we really were women.

We'd just finished when there was a knock at the door, "It's Brandi," she called through it as I went to open it. She entered with a cardboard box with pastries in one hand and her make-up box in another. She nodded approvingly at our look, before frowning and then smiling as she noticed our still wide grins. "Oh my God," she gave a giggle, "You both got some last night didn't you? You got banged."

"For the very first time," confirmed Daddy.

"Your pair of sluts," she grinned admiringly, "You need to tell me all about it. I want to hear all the juicy details."

We told her as she worked on us for the shoot. Truth to tell, me and Daddy had done such a good job of our make-up she was finished with us before the story was. By the time we finished she was grinning ear to ear as much as we were. "So how are those ex-virgins bottoms this morning?"

"It was a little sore," I admitted, "but it's fine now and anyway it was worth it."

Daddy nodded his agreement. Brandi polished off the last pastry and licked her fingers. "It's done wonders for you, you both looked a little nervous at times yesterday and a bit stiff as well, as if the clothes didn't fit... now you really look the part; I'm biased but I'd say you were definitely in with a good chance."

Me and Daddy grinned, though after last night, I think we both thought that winning the money wasn't the real first prize. There was another knock on the door. "That'll be the snapper," said Brandi standing up to let him in.

She was right. He was also gorgeous, six foot of solid beefcake, with a manly jaw and piercing sexy blue eyes. You could see the muscles of his iron hard stomach rippling through his T-shirt and bulging like little hillocks as he flexed his arms as he brought in his kit. "Rob," he introduced himself. I almost shook his hand, but at the last moment realised I wasn't a man to him, but a sissy to be shot and leant in so he could give me a kiss on the cheek. His face had just the right amount of stubble, not enough to be scratchy, but enough to show he was a real man. I was smiling as I stepped back and let him kiss Daddy's cheek in greeting as well.

Brandi grinned and introduced me and Daddy, "Ricki Schama and his Dad, Chrissie." She turned back to us, "Rob's going to be your photographer for the day, but I'll stay here to help you and touch you up if needed."

"It's going to be a real fun shoot," said Rob, grinning. "I know this is your first time, but I want you both to relax, I'll guide you through it. If you're comfortable we might try a few more risqué shots, but if you're not tell me. I'm a guide, you're in control."

It gave me and Daddy a lot of confidence to begin and we nodded our agreement as he set up the lights, talking to us and Brandi as he did so that by the time he was finished we were like putty waiting to be moulded in his strong hands.

"Okay," Rob said, "Let's start off with a couple of family shots, just the two of you relaxing in your skirts and blouses together. We'll then change into something new and go through the catalogue."

"Yes, how do you want us?" Daddy asked.

"Stand together nice and close, that's it," he began to take photos as me and Daddy stood next to each other. We smiled at the camera, looking our most feminine and he gave us a quick thumbs up of approval before calling out further instructions, "Get closer, so you're right together. Chrissie put your arm on Ricki's waist, a little light hug, remember how close you are, but don't give him a full cuddle. That's perfect, Ricki could you turn your head so you're looking at your Daddy, that's good, give him a smile, Chrissie keep looking at the camera for a moment... yes, now turn your head and smile back, look into each other's eyes. Yes, lovely, don't giggle, Ricky, keep that smile..." He snapped away as we smiled at each other, it was a little strange to be staring into Daddy's eyes, but we were willing slaves to the snapper.

"Now could you sit on the side of the bed Ricky," Rob instructed. "Chrissie stand beside him, and place your hands on his shoulders, that's right. Give them a little squeeze. Mmm, you both look so good. Now sit beside him, undo a button on your blouses, so we can just seek a peek of those smooth chests - not as far as your bras, not yet. Now arms round each other's waists, pout for me."

We did and the camera clicked away. Next he told us to lie on our stomachs on the bed, facing the camera with our head in the hands. Unlike the rest this one didn't get our ensemble, but he explained it would highlight our faces and how good we looked in our make-up and with our hair done up. He showed Brandi a couple of the shots on his camera and she nodded and gave the thumbs-up, as he knelt down again to take a few more including some with our arms draped round each other's shoulders and we held our heads up with one hand. "Fantastic," he grinned, "You ready for a change."

We nodded and Brandi said, "I've laid out a couple of dresses for you both."

They were on the other bed. Rob mucked around with his camera and laptop as we changed. After yesterday we knew not to be shy and stayed in the room, turning our back to the man, as we slipped out of our skirt and blouses, removing our pantyhose and considered the dresses. "I don't think we wear bras with these," said Daddy.

"Nor do I," I said and reached round to take mine off. It was still a fiddle, but I managed it after half a minute and draped it over a chair as I got into the dress.

They were both fantastic, mine a dark blue and Daddy's a deeper violet. They fitted us perfectly, with a small cut under the neck, but not low enough to show our small pecs. I pulled up the dress and got it over my shoulders. Not wearing a bra was the right decision and I could see Brandi was nodding her encouragement and agreement as we signalled we were ready. Rob looked up from his computer and gave a whistle, "Damn you pair are looking even hotter. I'm going to enjoy shooting you."

We blushed and gave a girlish giggle, what sissy doesn't like being complimented by a hot stud, and he was one hell of a hot stud.

"Stand next to each other," Rob instructed, "Now place your hands on each other's hips, yes. Bit closer together... I want your bodies touching... Looking good, looking sexy... Give me a pout of those lovely glossy lips, show me your lipstick... yes... kiss the camera... you're sissy Marilyn Monroes... that's excellent... lean forward a little, pout more, great... lick those lips like you're ready to ravish... that's so sexy, you're making me hard... lean forward a little bit... slowly lick those lips... clasp each other closer as you do... that's looking lovely."

He carried on giving us the instructions and we obeyed. It was so fun and empowering to be dressed as a woman and following the man's commands, like we were born to be more subservient than any real woman was and suffrage had never happened. I can't deny, acting sexy towards Rob, leaning forward and running my tongue over my glossy lips, my small cock was getting hard at the thought and from the smiles Daddy was giving him, I'm sure it wasn't the only hard Schama pecker in the room.

Rob stood up, and either his wallet had somehow shifted round his front, his jeans were badly designed or he had a massive dick which was hard at the shoot as well. He saw where I and Daddy were glancing and gave a grin, "That was a hot shot. Now Chrissie, I want you to stand behind Ricki and rest your head on his shoulder as you take hold of his waist...yes like that. Now give me your sexiest, sultriest looks... oh that is sexy... you're eating the camera... open those lips and pout... move your tongues just over the insides of your lips, you're Marilyn not Gene Simmons... oh your making it... Ricki move your hands down so then on your Daddy's, don't hold them, just cover them... yes, that's sexy, the pair of you are working it, you're looking so lovely in those dresses."

Brandi was nodding her agreement, every now and then glancing at the laptop as the pictures came on screen and giving us encouraging thumbs up and beaming grins. She got out another couple of dresses from the wardrobe, shorter and started to lay them on the bed as Rob said, "Turn and face each other, hands on each other's shoulders and look at me... pout, that's it... blow the reader's a kiss... yes, that's so sexy, you're going to knock them out... Now move those hands down onto each other's waists... yes that's it, keep looking at each other... smile as if you're enjoying it."

I smiled happily as I was having fun and Daddy's grin was wide and real as well. Rob snapped another couple of shots, before snapping out some more instructions, "Move your hands round each other waists and onto the butt." I didn't hesitate, even though I knew the shot was naughty, but then neither did Daddy and his smile never faltered. "Move closer... looking hot the pair of you... I bet they'll be guys world over wishing they were here with you... yes now turn your heads to me and pout... so sexy... you've got it, wow, that's it."

He lowered his camera, "You want to change again?"

He looked at Brandi who nodded and pointed out the dresses she laid out. They were much shorter than the ones we were wearing and where our current dresses covered our shoulders, these only had a small strap. They looked sexy and womanly and both Daddy and I were eager to try them on. "Yes," we chorused our agreement and quickly slipped out of our current dresses and into the new ones.

Not only were they shorter barely covering the top of our thighs they were tighter as well, making clear our slender bodies and flat chests. I wondered whether to wear a bra and asked Brandi who shook her head, "It won't go with the straps." She smiled brightly, "But don't worry, nobody likes big titted sissies, flat is the fashion."

"Speaking of underwear," Rob was kneeling and looking through his camera at us, "I can see a wrinkle in the dress where the panties are. You want to take them off?"

Daddy and I looked at each other for a second, then both grinned in unison, bending down as we stepped out of our panties and dropped them on the floor (out of shot). Rob grinned and looked up from his camera, "That's better."

We waited for him to finish what he was doing and restart the shoot. It wasn't long before he was hefting his camera up again and giving us our instructions, "Okay stand side by side, arms round each other's waists... closer... hug your Daddy Ricky... that's right... those dresses are sexy, let's see some flesh, stand half back to back and lift them up your thigh... that's good, we're getting some sexy leg there... now pout, you know how to do it I've seen... damn your both looking good... turn further round, back to back, butt to butt... keep your heads towards me... keep those expressions sexy... imagine the camera fucking you..."

I could more imagine the cameraman doing that and my tiny cock rose harder, straining at my dress. If Rob noticed he didn't say anything, instead calling out, "Turn to face each other again, hands round each other's shoulders... hug each other... yes closer... look at each other... mmmmm you're doing it... lick those lips daintily... oh so sexy, that's great." He stepped back and lowered his camera, "You want to try a couple of more risqué shots."

"Let's give it a go," giggled Daddy and I nodded my acquiescence.

Brandi gave us a thumbs up, agreeing with the decision as Rob grinned, "Okay, stand side by side again and turn your backs to the camera." We immediately complied. "Hold hands," he said and we did and then he continued, "Use your spare hand to lift up your dress, let's see some bare butt." Daddy and I giggled as we did and Rob said with just a touch of severity, "Keep those faces straight, this isn't a comedy shot." The camera snapped and then he said, his voice more friendly, "Now look over your shoulders at me... mmmmm nice... give us a sexy look... yes, more... like you're inviting me to follow you back to your place... yes, that's so sexy. You okay, you want to do more?"

We nodded our agreement and he said, "Okay let go off each other's hands, place them both on your back and pull those dresses up higher, I want to see both cheeks... now those are sexy hot asses, I can't see why you want them covered guys are going to go mad for them." We blushed at his compliment, but were happy that he thought they were hot. "Higher" he said, "Let's get a proper shot... give them a little wiggle... that's sexy, that's hot... lift dress just a little more... yep that's right... okay Ricki hold the dress in the middle to keep it up, put your spare hand on your Daddy's ass... good... Chrissie you do the same... now that's hot, give them a quick squeeze... yes... pull it a little... your inviting some hot stud to take advantage of the other's tight sexy butt... yes, look at me, turn your heads... give us that smile... mmmmm that's cute... so bangable."

We gave him a pout and he clicked the camera once more, "Let's break for a quick bite."

I hadn't realise what time it was I'd be enjoying the shoot so much and I had to admit to being hungry. Luckily some sandwiches had arrived and we ate them, whilst shooting the breeze with Rob and Brandi. We didn't waste long though, we were all keen to get back to shooting. Brandi stood and grinned at us, "Ready for the bikini shots."

"We are," Daddy spoke for us both.

Rob stood, "We'll do them in the bathroom, let me just go and set up some lights." He picked up a spare set and went into the bathroom as Daddy and I changed into a couple of small two-pieces, the top just a string and two small pads to cover our nipples and the bottoms not much more, the front piece barely hiding our tiny dicks and the back slipping into our cracks so that our cheeks were fully on display. Brandi gave her approval, "You're looking good," and then spent a few moments, quickly working on our hair and make-up, before Rob called us in.

He gave a wolf-whistle as we sauntered through the door and the bulge returned to his jeans. "The opposition don't stand a chance" he opined.

We both giggled, "Where do you want us?" I asked.

Rob grinned, "You really want me to answer that," he flirted back and both Daddy I tittered some more, pretending to be embarrassed and shy, whilst wiggling our barely clad bodies at him. He grinned and went back to being professional, "In the middle standing on the mat with the bath/shower as background."

Luckily the room was large enough for the three of us without much difficulty, though Brandi waited outside - no doubt getting ready for our next and final change. Daddy and I stood together, as Rob raised his camera. For the first couple of shots it was strictly no touching, just us standing close and smiling sexily. Then Rob told us to get closer, so our bare skin was touching and slip our hands round each other's waists. It was more than I'd done before, feeling my palm slip over Daddy's naked skin and his over mine. However, it was great that we could be so close with each other - how many parents were with their children? And it felt so sexy to be there in tiny swimming costumes getting photographed. We both pouted on command, leaning forward at the camera, so if our tits had been real they'd have been overflowing from our tops.

Rob snapped away, a wide grin on his face as he enjoyed the session as much as us, "Get closer... hug each other to you... give us a sexy smile... yes that's right... so hot... turn towards each other, hands on waists... yes nearer, tummy to tummy, dicklet to dicklet... I can tell you're enjoying that, your bikini bottoms are moving." Daddy and I giggled and blushed, not able to deny the shoot was a turn on. Rob grinned back and shot away, pointing downwards so he caught our excitement, "A naughty one," he said with a ravishing smile and we nodded our agreement. "Okay, move your hands up each other's backs... closer... press those sissy chests at each other... good, good... excellent... move your hands higher... slip them under the other's strings... you want to pull the strings back start to undo the tops?" We did and I could feel my bikini top slipping away from my chest, so that it was Daddy's body covering my nipples not it. Rob raised his camera and snapped, "You're looking so sexy... those are hot bodies... pout for me... lick those lips like you're inviting a blow job... fucking great."

I felt sexy, I was sexy and Daddy was the same, the photographer's grin saying as much as his words as he moved from side to side snapping us from every angle, up, down, in the middle. He stepped back again, lowering his camera momentarily. "I'm guessing you're happy to go further, get some more butt shots."

"Yes" Daddy and I giggled our agreement.

"Okay turn towards the bath, so your backs our towards me," Rob said, "That's enough... hands round each other's waists first... nice and close... bit closer... that's it skin to skin, look at me with those sexy smiles... that lip-gloss is shining, lick it and make it wet... that's gleaming, really showing how seductive those smiles are..." We smiled more.

He grinned back, before raising his camera to his eye again so that he was viewing us through the lens. "Move your hand down to each other's butt, stroke it gently... you're going to make the readers love you... yes slide those hands over those nice round buttocks... hold it there... yes, now hold them rather than stroke... gently ease them apart, don't worry we can't see any thing, we're not going to take an asshole shot... yes just enough be seductive and sexy...You want to take them down now, drop them to your knees?"

We did and two sets of bikinis were lowered down, leaving our bottoms totally bare. Rob grinned more, "Wiggle them... that's sexy... arms back round each other's waists... not too high... little lower... don't cover the ass, we want that bare for the shots... that's it, wiggle them again... very nice, those are two choice butts... yeah bit more jiggle... keep smiling at me... give me those 'fuck me' smiles... come on... you're inviting all the guys reading the magazine back to your place... they're loving it... you're making them that promise for those hot butts."