I Needed a Chaperone

"Pllleeaaaase?" I begged, trying my best puppy dog eyes at my brother, John.

"Really? You want me to blow my Saturday afternoon babysitting you?" he replied, clearly getting annoyed.

"It'll just be a couple of hours! Alex has work in the morning and Mom is out of town!" I was trying to convince him to come with me to a modelling shoot. Usually our Mom went with me, but she was out of town and my boyfriend, Alex, wouldn't be able to show up until midway through the session. John was clearly unimpressed, so I decided to try a different tactic. "Look, I'm going to go with or without you. This shoot is with male models and a male photographer, so unless you want your baby sister being all alone with them, then you need to go for at least a little bit!"

His eyes widened and he sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll take you, but you owe me!"

I smiled and hugged him, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. "WEEEE! Thanks!"

This was my most important shoot yet! Andre, a regionally famous photographer, had picked me out for a few different clients: underwear, bikini, and then a few for some resorts or something. I'd been modelling for a few years, but this was going to be my first shoot since turning eighteen, and I hoped by working with Andre that I could really make a big splash and get some more work! I broke away from my brother and quickly ran upstairs to shower and get ready.

A few hours later we were walking up to the studio door, John following my sleek 5'7" frame. We knocked and Andre quickly appeared.

"Amy!" he exclaimed and pulled me into a quick hug. I didn't have a chance to respond before he pecked me on the lips. I was quickly released when he caught sight of John. "Oh good! He'll work perfect! Zack got in a fight at a club last night and I wasn't able to find another model! I was scared I was going to have to cancel part of the shoot, but he'll be perfect! Please tell me he doesn't have any tattoos?"

"No I don't, but-" John began.

"Perfect!" the thin and tattooed photographer practically yelled as he overrode John's protest. "Well come in, the other model should be here soon. You'll get $400 for the session. Let me go find a release form for you." Andre spoke quickly as he disappeared down the hallway.

"Sis, what is this?!" John hissed at me, obviously displeased at this latest turn of events.

"He thinks you're a model friend of mine. Please play along! I really want this!" I was desperate and would do anything for this shoot to go well.

"I don't know..." his lack of enthusiasm was understandable, but I couldn't let that stop me.

"Please! I'll do anything!"

"You already owe me for just driving! Not like you doing my laundry or something is worth this," he said, clearly uninterested.

"Look! You'll get $400 and..." I hesitated, but decided to go for broke. "And I will do my best to get Elizabeth to go on a date with you."

His eyes widened at that. "Seriously..?" he asked, suspicious of my intent. Elizabeth was a really good friend of mine. She was a year ahead of me in school, but we had signed up to be roommates at college next year anyways. Every guy had always salivated over her. Head cheerleader, stunningly sexy, and a known expert at blow jobs. I knew she and John had always flirted, and I hoped this was enough to pique his interest.

"Yes I am serious! Just play along and do whatever it takes so I can make a good impression!" I looked expectantly at him as we heard Andre start returning down the hall. He quickly nodded and I smiled at him.

"So here's my standard model release, take a few to read over it while we get Amy ready. We'll be down the hall, second door on the right when you're done," Andre explained. I followed him down the hall. We entered a room with a chair and a large mirror, a woman busy setting out makeup and hair styling instruments. I stripped my dress off and put a robe on and she quickly set to work on fixing me up, her and Andre debating different hairstyles and makeup looks. About fifteen minutes into this John knocked and entered, just as they were having me remove my robe to check for any blemishes on the rest of my body. I blushed slightly, but kept my eyes straight to avoid having to acknowledge his presence.

"She'll be fun to work with, eh?" Andre joked to John. "What have you two worked together on before?" he asked to John.

"Well actua-" he started, but I quickly interrupted.

"We haven't actually modelled together yet. I met him at a casting call a few months ago and we became friends, but this will be our first shoot together," I explained, sending a hard look at John for him to keep his mouth shut. I knew some of the shots would probably be a bit sexy, and I didn't want them knowing John was my brother. He flashed a puzzled look at me, but quickly nodded.

I found myself looking in the mirror. My blonde hair hangs down below my shoulders, but ended before my large D-cup breasts. I caught sight of John checking me out from behind and blushed. I figured this was good, since it was likely we would be getting a lot closer soon and we could each get used to me being in a lot less clothing.

He and Andre talked a bit and joked and soon I was back in my robe and the makeup artist was packing her things up. Andre showed me to a room with some clothes hanging on a rack, pointed to a bikini, and then he and John left me alone. I picked up the yellow bikini to see what I was going to be wearing. It was pretty small, far smaller than anything I would wear to the beach. The top was unlined and I was worried my nipples would get hard and show. The bottoms, while not quite a thong, were going to show off most of my butt. I took a deep breath and pulled it on. My nipples weren't hard, luckily, so the top was safe. The tiny bottoms barely covered my landing strip and in back the bottoms were firmly wedged between the hemispheres of my bubble butt. I giggled and wondered if I would get to keep the bikini. Throwing my robe on, I wandered down the hall to the studio.

"Just wait Lars, she is one fine piece of ass," I heard Andre saying as I approached the room. I hesitated, not wanting to interrupt them while they were talking about me. I heard some muffled comments and laughter, then Andre seemed to get down to explaining the various shoots. I figured I was safe to enter and slipped into the room.

The three of them were sitting around a small table, sipping wine, as Andre explained that in the first shoot Lars and I were going to pose together. Lars was in a robe, but John was still fully dressed. I joined them and was quickly handed a full glass of white wine, which I accepted eagerly. A little wine would help me ignore the fact that John was my brother. We talked about the shoot, and I got to know Lars a bit, but soon we were up and stripping down for the shoot.

I giggled as Lars dropped his robe. He was a bit shorter than John, but still much taller than me. He had a swimmer's lean build, and his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made it easy to see why he was a model. Lars' stood proudly in the tiny swimming trunks, his bulge accentuated by the tight fabric. I tried not to stare.

As I removed my own robe I felt the three men's eyes on me. I wiggled my hips as I dropped it, and turned in a circle so they could get a look.

"Damn!" Lars exclaimed as my ass was exposed to them. "You weren't kidding!"

I blushed, and glanced at John who had a troubled look and quickly drank about half a glass of wine in one gulp before getting some more. I didn't have time to worry though, as soon Andre had Lars and I standing next to one another as he adjusted lights and played with settings on his camera.

"Okay you two, let's start with some of just Amy," Andre instructed. Lars went and joined John, both drinking as they watched me pose. He started out simply, with me standing and staring into the camera, moving my head to get different angles. My arms started by my sides, but I soon had them above my head, or crossed under my breasts to accentuate my cleavage. I rotated slowly around, sticking my ass out knowing this is what he would want.

"So close!" he said from behind me. "Just let me adjust this..." he said and I felt his fingers on my ass he pulled the bikini this way and that. He didn't touch my anywhere inappropriate, but he seemed to take longer than necessary. His camera resumed flashing "Ah yeah, that's it! Spread your legs some and look back at the camera!"

I turned over my shoulder and my eyes fell on John, who was holding the bottle of wine, about to pour yet another glass. His mouth was open in shock and I felt myself blush as I spread my legs and bent forward at the hips with my knees straight.

"Yeah, show us that tight ass!" Andre interrupted, causing me to pull my vision away from my brother and start posing again. Fuck this was weird! I had known this was going to be a very sexual shoot thanks to the bikini and underwear parts, but I hadn't expected my brother to react the way he had! I guess deep down he was just a male. The thought made me quiver.

"Okay, let's do the top some more now" Andre instructed, and I quickly turned around. We posed some, but he was shaking his head. "This isn't quite right." He went over to John and whispered something and John left the room then quickly returned with a cup which he handed to Andre.

Andre approached me and John and Lars followed curiously. "For this top we really need an extra punch up top," he explained. He reached in and pulled out an ice cube before handing the cup back to John. I gasped as I knew what was coming. "May I?" he inquired with a slight smile.

I hesitated, but nodded, not wanting to upset him and ruin my chances. He quickly pulled my top over my boobs and teased my nipples with the ice cubes.

"UUmmmmmmm," I moaned, then turned red in embarrassment. My nipples quickly hardened, but he kept it up till they ached with the cold. By this point my mouth was open and I was panting. Lars and John stood by watching, Lars grinning openly. John seemed to be having a battle with himself. Here I was, an attractive, buxom girl having her nipples toyed with, but I was his sister. He looked like he was about to collapse. I had to act quickly, so I caught his eye and smiled then winked at him!

He smiled back and I knew I had him! "John, take your shirt off and dry her off so we can get back to work," Andre instructed. John pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscled chest and arms. I'd seen him shirtless plenty, but never in this context and I couldn't help but admire him. I was expecting him to hand me his shirt, but instead he reached out and started drying my nipples for me! My eyes widened, but I tried to control my reactions. They were pretty much dry when he suddenly tweaked both my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me! I opened my mouth to tell him off, but the bastard winked at me!

Determined not to let him get to me, I pulled my top down and was soon posing again. My nipples now strained against the thin yellow top and I knew they would be visible in the pictures. After some pictures of my laying down in various approaches Andre decided it was time for Lars to join the fun.

Lars grinned as he approached me, and I couldn't help but smile as the attractive older man approached. The poses started out pretty tame, the two of playing around with minimal contact, but soon Andre instructed us to get more intimate. As I pressed myself against Lars, I felt a familiar warmth in my groin and knew that I wouldn't need any more ice to keep my nipples hard. I stared up into his eyes as his hand found my lower back and the camera clicked away. I don't know how it happened, it certainly was instructed by Andre, but somehow our lips met and we were soon kissing heavily for the camera. The room was silent but for the smacking of our lips and the sound of Andre's shutter firing.

Lars lowered himself to the floor, my body following his and soon I was squirming on top of him, rubbing my crotch against the hard-on in his shorts. I slowly became aware of my wantonness and pulled away, pushing myself upright. As I glanced around the room I noticed that both John and Andre were sporting bulges in their pants, and for some reason I felt proud at being able to excite them both without touching them.

"Okay, that was great you two! Let's do that again, but this time lose the top!" I blushed at his instruction, but slowly obeyed as I untied the small bikini top. I figured my brother had already seen and tweaked my nipples, so this wouldn't be any worse. Just before removing it I hesitated.

"You aren't taking naked pictures of me right? I didn't sign up for that!" I asked, suddenly worried he might be trying to move me in a direction I didn't want to. Andre quickly shook his head.

"Nope! Your contracts specifically state no nudity will be shown. If I get any by accident those pictures can't be used, so don't worry" he explained. Mollified I dropped the bikini top and laid it next to us before covering my breasts with my hands. "Perfect!" cried Andre has he resumed taking pictures. "Lower yourself against his chest again."

I complied, smashing my naked chest against his and sighing as his hands rubbed my lower back. I leaned forward and kissed him again, shyly at first, but soon our tongues dueled fiercely. I lost myself in the attractive man, forgetting my brother was watching and a photographer was taking pictures of us. He broke kissing me and pulled me up to kiss and suckle at my neck. I was vaguely aware of Andre telling him not to leave any marks, but I was focused more on his hands, which had found my ass and were kneading it hard! I felt my face blush as I moaned loudly!

I heard Andre taking pictures from behind me and hoped the view wasn't too scandalous! He must have only wanted a few, because soon he broke us apart. "Okay guys, let's have the two of you stand with her back to you and your arms wrapped around her covering up her breasts." I stood and pushed back into him, my butt again rubbing against his ever present erection, which seemed to be significantly larger than my boyfriend Alex's! Andre was changing angles and positions, but he had a frown on his face. "Those trunks are ruining this! Do you mind taking them off?" he asked to Lars. He didn't seem to care what I thought, and before I could voice any opinion I heard them drop the ground and gasped as I felt his erection settle between my buttocks.

"Perfect!" Andre was busy taking pictures, but I was distracted by the hard rod of flesh pressed against me. He moved his hands to cover me in different manners: hands cupping my breasts, arms covering them, then finally one arm across them and the other pulling my chin around for a kiss. "Good one! Now Amy, look right into the camera and let Lars pull down a bit on the front of your bikini bottom" he instructed. I felt his hand slide down my abdomen and push down the front of my bikini, his fingers brushing my pubes.

I like sex a lot. Like, my boyfriend never gives me enough and I usually have to resort to my fingers and I was quickly becoming lost in the moment. Luckily Andre called a halt to this pose. "Okay guys, one last pose then we can move on to the next bit. Let's have Lars stand up and you bend over facing him with your butt towards the camera and your legs spread a bit."

We assumed the position and I was presented with a close up view of Lars' cock. It was huge! Thick and huge! The veins popped out and I it was probably two or three inches longer than my boyfriend's, and twice as thick! I tried not to stare and glanced up to see him smiling down at me. We both giggled briefly.

"Hrm, damn. They specifically wanted this shot, but Lars, I hate to say it, but this is one instance where your considerable, uh, gifts are not helping us! No matter what angle I do I just can't get it fully behind her head!" He kept moving around before cursing and lowering his camera. "Fuck! Well, shit guys... Although... Maybe... Amy, maybe you could help him keep it out of view some," he suggested.

I was worried this was going to ruin his opinion of me if we couldn't get this shot. My whole life I had dreamed of being a model, and this was probably going to be the best chance for me to make a splash before having to head off to college. My heart was racing as I tilted my head back to look at John and Andre. John had a puzzled expressions on his face, but Andre motioned impatiently for me to give it a shot. "You'd better keep your promise about these pictures," I told him before turning back to Lars' manhood. Steeling myself I leaned forward and captured the head of his cock in my mouth.

"Oh shit," I heard, seemingly from all three men. Lars groaned as I held just the first inch or so in my mouth.

"Yes Amy! This is perfect!" Andre yelled and I heard his shutter firing. I closed my eyes in shame, hoping this was all worth it in the end. I could feel Lars throbbing in my mouth, and in my horny and confused state I couldn't resist sliding my tongue along the underside of his crown a bit. He moaned in response and his hips started thrusting slightly. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Our eyes locked and I felt my insides flutter in desire. I relaxed my jaw.

That was all it took. Lars gently walked himself forward until about half of his cock was sliding in and out of my throat. The camera started to fire, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my brother standing watching as his baby sister took about four inches of hard cock in her mouth. Suddenly the situation crashed down on me and I broke away, a trail of spit connecting my lips to his cock which I quickly wiped away.

I stood, my chest heaving, and glanced around. FUCK! Alex, my boyfriend, was standing right there at the entrance, his jaw hanging wide open!

"Oh Alex! It's not what it looks like!" I said running to catch him as he turned out of the hallway. I ran topless after him, my breasts bouncing obscenely as I caught him. "Alex, wait!"

"Get off me you fucking whore!" he spit at me, breaking my grasp and leaving through the door. I felt tears springing to my eyes as I watched the door swing shut after him. Turning slowly I saw the three guys, Lars still naked with his wet cock erect in front of him, watching from the end of the hallway.

"I..I need a minute please," I said, desperate to not cry in front of them. I slipped into the changing room and wrapped myself in a towel and sobbed gently. I don't think I was in there for long before John knocked and slipped into the room.

"Hey sis, you okay..."

"I...God, what the hell was I doing?" I turned to look at him to find him still shirtless. He approached me and wrapped me in a hug. "He's not coming back is he?"

"Probably not," John answered bluntly, causing me to sob. "But really I never understood why you were with him. Remember when he got pissed the first time you did a bikini shoot?"

I did remember that! "Yeah, oh man, he said I had to wear one pieces from then on so when we went to the beach I wore that hilarious swimsuit from the 20s that you bought me!" I was laughing at the memory of that and John was laughing right with me.

"I know I've kind of joked about this, but he really is an ass. He was always trying to control you and putting you down whenever he could!" John had a point there and I sighed into his arms.

"I was acting like a slut though," the memory of sucking a guy off still fresh in my mind.

"Oh fucking stop. Seriously. That guy is a real prude, and it's better that you and him split now so you can really try to be a model," John said. He suddenly smiled. "Besides, you really seem like the type of girl who is going to enjoy college. It's really too bad we won't be going to school together," he said and winked at me, "you seem like a lot of fun."

I felt my heart racing and was suddenly very aware of the fact that my bare breasts were pressed against his shirtless, muscular chest. "Th-thanks," I managed to get out. I sighed as I broke away and inspected myself in the mirror. "Well, I think that probably ruined any chance of working more with Andre," I said bitterly.