Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha
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I don't know how long I thought about
"Christy" before my mind
came back to the here and now.
I realized I was lying on my bed with my
stiff pecker in my hand.
I wasn't stroking it or
It was like I came back from
some far off
place where I had been thinking about all that stuff I recorded in the
The girl in the open magazine was some poor
Probably because of how I
felt about Hannah,
I wanted to believe she also had a brother. And I also assumed that
looked at these pictures just like I did, imagining her as a sexual
imagining fucking her.
This is the sort of thing that worms its
way into your mind and convinces
you, somehow, that you're not alone ... you're not so different after
and that thinking about fucking your sister might not be as crazy as it
seemed. I mean there are literally millions of pictures of naked daughters and sisters out there, so there must be at least hundreds of thousands of fathers and brothers who have seen them and wished they could fuck the girl in the picture.
Regardless of the logic (or lack of it) in
that argument, when I saw Hannah
the next day I was all worked up.
"I need to talk to you," I said at
Mom and Dad were already gone
"That sounds ominous," she said.
"Why do you say that?"
"You announced that you need to talk to me,
rather than just
doing it," she said.
"Something happened last night and it
weirded me out," I said.
So I just showed her. I
magazine and opened it to the pictures I'd been jerking off to the
I pointed to the open
"That girl is somebody's daughter," I said,
She looked up at me.
"Duh," she said.
"Maybe that girl is somebody's sister," I said, meaningfully.
"I doubt he took these pictures," she said,
trying to be cute.
"Hannah! Think about it! Look
at her. She's like, 'Look at me, folks. See my pussy? It's been fucked
of times.' And that means when her father or brother look at this they know that!"
"She could still be a virgin," said Hannah.
she takes her clothes off doesn't mean she's not a virgin."
"I'm not explaining this very well," I
sighed. "What do you
think of when you look at those pictures?"
She glanced at the magazine.
"I think of all the guys she went out with
and wouldn't do anything
with, who are now going crazy because she posed like that."
"That's close," I said. "I think what I
meant was, doesn't it
make you want to be with her
... like this?"
"I'm not into girls, Bobby," she said.
"I know that, but if you were a guy you'd
want to be with her,
"I'm not a guy, Bobby." She grinned.
I lost it. Or
"Hannah!" I groaned.
"What if her father or
brother looks at this and wants the same
thing I want?"
Now she blinked.
"Oh," she said, her eyes going to the
pictures and staying there.
"You think that's ever happened?"
"It has to have happened," I groaned.
happens a lot!"
"What's your point, Bobby?" she asked,
looking away from the nude
woman lying on our kitchen table.
"My point is ..." I
My point was that when I looked at pictures
just as I
looked at pictures like were in the magazine, I thought about fucking her.
I couldn't just say that.
"My point is that I don't feel so alone
I get it. She's gorgeous, and
just as gorgeous to her brother as she is to me. That makes me feel
about how I feel about you."
She looked at the pictures and then at me.
Her face was oddly calm.
"So you want to do with me what you want to
do with her."
Her voice was also oddly calm.
My face must have answered for me.
"Bobby, this is a lot different than just
getting turned on by being
naughty," she said, softly.
"I know," I said.
She sat there. I
had no idea what
she was thinking about.
"I saved up my allowance and got something
at the triple N."
"Nora's Naughty Notions?" I asked.
"Yes. I think I need to have a lingerie
shot in my portfolio, so I got
"What is it?" I asked.
"Come with me," she said.
I followed her to her bedroom and she went
to her dresser.
She opened a drawer and got
out a flat bundle
of yellow cloth.
There wasn't a lot of
She took it into the
bathroom and it was quiet for a while.
For some reason I imagined
her getting naked in the bathroom. That's the
first time that happened.
in there dozens of times, but I'd never had this particular fantasy
She stepped out. It
and I could tell she was nervous. I
couldn't think about that, though, because every ounce of my attention
how she looked.
I don't know what they call this kind of
outfit but it consisted of three
There was a filmy jacket that
came down to her hips and just barely covered the panties she was wearing. The panties were darker than the jacket, sort of an apricot color.
had on a bra, too, the same color as the panties.
Her hair was down and flowed
down her back,
with some of it draped over her shoulders. Her hair looked like a luminous copy of the apricot color, only different.
"So?" she asked softly.
"You look good," I said. "Your legs look
like they're a mile
I have no idea why I said
What I mean is that it wasn't
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
I thought it would probably be a mistake to
say, "On the bed," so
I tried to think about it.
"It would look good outside, by some green
stuff, but we can't do
The neighbors might see. The
white background is too light. Are there
any green sheets in the house?"
"Mom and Dad have a green flannel set," she
One of her chores was
laundry, so she knew
what everybody had in their drawers.
"Let's try that."
She went to the linen closet and came back
with a flat, dark green
We hung it up on her wall
she stood in front of it.
"That's good, but too stiff," I said. I
Her vanity chair fit this
outfit much better
than it had Megan's swim suit.
I got it
and took it over in front of the sheet.
She sat down, looking fairly prim. I
had her move into five different positions before I finally decided on
her lean back with her arms on the arms of the chair, like she was just
Her head was up and she was
looking at the camera when I took the first shot. She looked serious. What I thought about was that she looked like she was contemplating getting naked for the photographer, but hadn't made up her mind yet about whether he deserved to see her that way or not.
I took a few more and then said, "There's
not a lot more we can do to
show you off."
"Yes there is," she said.
She stood up and removed the jacket.
Filmy as it was, it turned
out that it covered a lot of detail.
Such as the fact that her dark brown
areolas showed plainly through the
thin fabric of the bra.
And, in the
front of the panties, which I could now see were of the thong variety,
really thin front panel with the cord rising high on her hips, there
equally obvious round dark spot. It
looked odd, because it looked too high.
She sat back down and assumed
a pose very much like what she'd done in
the swim suit.
It wasn't with the leg
cocked over the arm of the chair. Her
legs were straight and her heels maybe a foot and a half apart. Then
her head back.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I think it's too close to being porn," I
"Take some pictures," she said.
"Hannah, I can see through things."
"I know," she said. "Take some pictures."
I took some and we stopped to download.
I pulled her shots up on the
computer screen with her leaning over my
shoulder. I could feel her breast pressing into the back of my shoulder.
"Wow," she whispered.
"I told you you were hot," I said.
"These are just for us," she said.
"It's too bad, because this would look
killer in your portfolio."
"I have something for that," she said.
We went back to her bedroom and she got in
She pulled out a zip lock bag
round in it.
"The woman at the store gave me these," she
just for models."
It turned out she had two flesh-colored
pasties in the bag, and one of
those super-wide Band-Aids.
I blinked and swallowed as Hannah casually
lifted up the bra, baring her
breasts, and carefully applied the pasties.
She did it right in front of
me, knowing I'd be able to see.
I didn't have to ask what the
was for. I held my breath, waiting.
She put the bra back in place and stood
there, breasts thrust out.
"Do they work?"
I looked. They
She pulled out the Band-Aid, looked at it,
and then looked at me.
"I had to shave a little bit because of my
"I tried to make it a Vee,
but it got messed up and ended up as a circle."
That explained the dark dot in her panties.
"I need to put this over that," she said,
holding up the Band-Aid.
"Okay," I sighed.
"Should I go to the bathroom to do that?"
I had no idea what to say. I
Apparently my face was
speaking loud and clear that day.
"You want me to stay," she said.
It was an accusation, but it
wasn't harsh in the slightest.
"Would you hate me if I did?"
Then, as if she'd done it a hundred times,
she reached for the waistband of
that yellow thong and pushed it down, bending over and stepping out of
foot at a time.
She stood up and held
the thong out to me.
"Hold that, please," she said.
My eyes must have been the size of saucers.
I know they were.
I couldn't have blinked if my
depended on it.
That spot of dark hair
was maybe two inches above the top of her split. That
split went downward, between two
distinct, fleshy, wrinkled pussy lips that were rose-colored.
stood there, her feet eighteen inches apart, just letting me stare as she
peeled the backing off the adhesive bandage and covered what was left
It did nothing whatsoever to
cover her labia.
As she reached for her panties and put them
back on, tugging here and there,
getting everything into place, it occurred to me that she could have done what she'd done with her panties lowered to her thighs. But she hadn't. She'd shown me everything she had ... intentionally.
"How about now?" she asked.
I saw her look at the front
of my shorts.
I knew the fact that I had a raging boner
was evident. "Must be okay."
She gave me a grin, but it
was a false one.
I could see worry in her eyes.
"Thank you," I said.
"For making this the best day in my life,"
"You're sweet, but we need to hurry up," she said, putting the jacket back on.
"Because when I get horny things happen and
I don't want there to be a
dark spot in the crotch of this thong when you take the pictures," she
I froze, but it wasn't for long. She
went back to the chair and sat in it. Then
she got up and moved around the room, having me take pictures of her in
"normal" environment. We got a really good one of her sitting at her vanity, her hands lifted to grab her hair together, like she was going to put it in a ponytail. It made her breasts thrust out and almost looked like I'd sneaked the shot through a door or something, catching her as she primped.
fussed with the covers on the bed, which looked really appropriate
looked like she was in her "jammies".
We took four or five with the
jacket back on, but she liked it better
In the end, we got some
good lingerie shots, at least in my opinion.
When I said we were done, she said, "Thank
I said, "No problem. Any time you're in
your undies and want pictures
taken, I'm your man."
She lifted the bra again and peeled off the
pasties, wincing as she did
She rubbed each nipple after
pasty came off.
"I don't like those," she said.
"Me either," I said. I couldn't resist.
"Need me to kiss
She shot me a look, but then smiled.
To get the Band-Aid off all
she did was pull the front of the thong
forward and reach in.
I had a quick
fantasy about her doing that to masturbate and she pulled the Band-Aid
"What I meant when I said thank you was
that I can't be like this with
any other boy.
I can't help but think
about it, though, and wonder how I'd feel if I could, and if he would think I was pretty.
let me do that. You give me the freedom
to try things."
"Like showing me your breasts?
I hope you haven't showed
them to anybody else."
"Yes, like letting you see them, and no, I
"Good," I said.
"You sound jealous."
"I probably am."
"Don't be. You'll
the first for lots of things."
That rocked me and again my face said
would be going way too
"Right. Of course," I said.
"I just meant other things."
"I don't know yet. I'm
playing this by ear."
"What astonished me is that you're playing
this at all," I said.
can trust you."
"Absolutely, you can," I said.
"I guess I'm still not used
to the idea that my sister turns me
"Or that you turn your sister on," she
"Yeah, that, too," I sighed.
"You need to go," she said. "I have things
I didn't stop to wonder what those "things"
I just left and went and did
"things" of my own.
The last shot for the portfolio was called
a "Closing Shot."
Basically it was another head
shot from a
different angle. She didn't have to be looking at the camera.
could be a profile shot, maybe showing her
It was just something to
leave a positive image in the reviewer's mind when he or she closed the
a 'last impression' of sorts.
For that one I got kind of artsy.
I'd been reading a little on
the internet about portrait photography,
and now knew about things like hair lights, so I rigged one of those up
I had the black background on
the wall and sat her on a barstool from Dad's den.
told her to take her top off and she did it
without a word.
She was wearing a plain,
white bra that day.
I got her in place,
looking off to one side.
I wanted her
collar bones in the shot, and that thick cord of muscle in the neck
out when you turn your head. I
look a little upwards and then slid the straps of her bra down over her
shoulders so they wouldn't show.
"Pretend your boyfriend is in the Army and
is stationed overseas.
You haven't seen him for
months and you're
worried he might get hurt. You're thinking about him right now."
Her brow furrowed and I took a shot, though
I didn't think we'd like
"He's going to be okay," I said. "You know
He's strong and brave. You
just miss him a lot."
"I can't," she said, turning her head to
face me. "I don't
know any guys in the Army."
"Just listen and try to imagine it," I
said, physically turning
her head again. "And don't move."
"Okay," she said. "I'll try.
Should I try to imagine Steve
in the Army?"
I had a thought.
"No. It's me." I had to bark out, "Sit
she moved too much. "It's me.
"I would miss you," she moaned.
"And I'd miss you. Think
And suddenly, like magic, there it was, a
poignant, melancholy look,
wistful but strong.
I took the
I still have that one framed on my desk
But that wasn't the end of things.
Not by a long shot.
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