Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha
by Lubrican
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Chapter Five
Now that Hannah's portfolio was complete,
we no longer had an excuse to take racy
pictures.
I think that's the way we
both
saw it at the time.
School also started
and our days were full again, with little time or opportunity to take
such
photographs. She was a senior now, and that put her in a different
social
class.
That lasted until November, when Steve
finally realized he wasn't ever
going to get a piece of ass from Hannah and broke up with her.
He
made it clear why he was breaking up with
her by giving her an ultimatum on a date one night.
To
be honest, I don't think he actually meant
to break it off. They'd been going out for almost a year by then.
But
she called his bluff and I suspect his
pride was wounded so he took her home.
At least he didn't leave her
on the side of the road.
She was pretty broken up about it.
Mom commiserated with her but
said, "It's probably for the best
sweetheart."
Dad said, "Good. I
didn't like him anyway."
She came to my room to find a shoulder to
cry on.
We ended up on the bed just hugging while
she cried.
It never occurred to me to do
anything other
than hold her, but that was the first time I had a face full of that
long golden
hair that smelled so good. I thought about how Steve had no doubt gotten to sniff that lovely hair a lot.
But no longer. He was a loser. I had her now.
That's an example of how we can talk ourselves into something completely unrealistic. I didn't "have" Hannah, certainly not like Steve had her, but she felt so good in my arms and smelled so good and my heart was breaking for her while it exulted that Steve-the-jerk was no longer in the picture, that my psyche kind of went off on a fantasy, I guess.
I was clueless about it before, but I've
heard about the "rebound"
phenomenon since then.
Hannah was a
classic case.
She was hurt and she was
mad.
About an hour into our hug,
during
which she poured her heart out to me and I just listened, I heard her
stomach
rumble and asked her if she was hungry.
She said she was starved. Steve
had apparently been trying to set the agenda for the evening by getting
her to
agree to have sex after they ate. They
never got around to the eating part, what with sex being off the table.
So I got up to go get us a snack.
Mom and Dad were just going
to bed and asked me if I'd seen Hannah.
"She told me what happened and then said
she was going to bed," I
lied.
I don't know why I lied. Maybe
I didn't want them to know she was
lying on my bed at the time.
"Take it easy on her for the next few
days," said my mother.
"Girls at that age are very vulnerable."
I thought about telling her all the things
Hannah had muttered about doing
to Steve, such as cutting his balls off. She hadn't sounded very vulnerable at all.
I didn't say anything, though and they went into
their room and closed the door.
I got some cookies Mom had made that day
and two glasses of milk and took
them back to my room.
Hannah was sitting
at my computer, looking through the pictures I'd saved from both her
portfolio
and the private ones.
"And to think I was actually thinking about
giving him one or two of
these," she said.
She was looking
at the lingerie shots at the time.
"You promised me you wouldn't," I reminded
her.
"I know." She
looked at
me.
"You'd make a better
boyfriend
than him."
"I think people might stare if we started
going on dates," I
teased.
"You're still a dork," she said. "You're a
sweet dork, but
still a dork."
"Speaking of portfolios, you still haven't
heard back?"
I was referring to the fact that she'd sent
a copy of her homemade
portfolio to the modeling agency that had approved of her head shot.
"Nope. I
guess they're not
interested after all."
"Then they're crazy," I said.
"I don't care," she said.
"I don't care about much of
anything anymore."
"I know you're mad at Steve, but do you
want to share the wealth and
be mad at me, too?"
"Why?"
"Because he was a jerk and you deserved
much better, from the very
first time he took you out.
I'm with Dad
on this one, Hannah."
She didn't get mad, to my surprise.
Instead she got that impish
look on her face.
"You were just jealous of him."
"Why? You said you never did anything with
him."
"Because I wanted to do things with him," she said.
"You did more things with me than you did
with him," I
argued.
"If anything he should have
been jealous of me."
"If he'd have known what you got to see he
would have been crazy jealous. He'd have tried to
beat you up."
"He'd have gotten his ass handed to him in
a cup," I
bragged.
Steve thought he was tough
but
I had two inches and thirty pounds on him.
"You didn't get to kiss me," she said. "Or
feel my boobs."
She looked startled, as if
she'd blurted
something out unintentionally.
I was
pretty sure keeping it a secret that she kissed him wasn't it.
"And we never discussed this before because
...?" I asked.
"Because it was none of your business," she
said, suddenly on the
defensive.
"Did I not tell you if some guy tried
anything with you I'd have to
kill him?
It seems that makes it my
business."
"You said if a guy tried to force me to do something you'd kill
him," she corrected.
"So you just let him grope you out of the
goodness of your
heart," I said.
"No. I wanted to know what it would feel
like.
He always tried so one time I
let him."
"And that's all?"
"Pretty much. I
didn't let him
do it again."
"Wait. You
let him cop a feel
and then made him stop?"
I was
starting to feel some sympathy for Steve. It felt odd.
"Of course. I
couldn't
encourage him.
He'd just want more. He
was always telling me I was killing him
anyway."
"Hannah, letting a guy feel your boobs is
the definition of
encouraging him," I suggested.
"I didn't encourage him," she insisted.
"You said 'pretty much.' What else happened
you didn't tell me
about?"
"You're not the boss of me," she said,
petulantly. "I don't
have to tell you anything."
"Did he stick a finger in your pussy?" I
asked.
I admit it was a little blunt.
"Of course not!" she yipped. I
could tell she was genuinely horrified that I might think that.
"Well ... something happened," I said, stubbornly.
"He pushed his boner against me a lot,
okay?" she snapped.
"Oh," I said. That
wasn't
so bad.
From my perspective, the hard
part was not pushing
your boner against a girl if you were hugging her.
"Oh? Is
that it?
Feeling my boobs is horrible
but pushing his
nasty swollen penis against me is just fine?"
I could tell she was getting mad, and it
wasn't at Steve this time.
Sure, I'd offered to let her
get mad at me,
too, but I hadn't meant it. I hoped she'd recognize good advice when
she heard
it.
That was the fact that Steve
was and
always had been a jerk.
"Look," I said. "I don't want to fight. I'm
sorry your heart
got broken. Trust me, though.
When word
gets out, there will be a line of guys trying to get you to go out with
them.
I know. Some of them talk to
me about
you."
"They do?" That
had gotten
her attention off of both Steve and me.
"Yeah. Most
of it is locker
room chatter though."
"What do you mean? Do
you mean
like President Trump did when he was running for president?
Do they say they
want to grab my pussy?"
"Not exactly. I
don't know any
guy who actually talks like that. For
my
money Trump thought he was being cool when he said that and has never
actually
grabbed a woman's pussy.
You don't just
go around grabbing pussies.
I don't care
how rich you are.
That will get you
kicked in the balls."
"What, then?" she asked. "What do they say?"
"You don't want to know. Really. It will
just get you going
again.
But trust me, a lot of guys
think
you're hot and they'd love to take you out. Steve's been hogging you
and
there's a backlog on your dance card."
"That sounds like something Daddy would
say," she said.
"It is. I
need to ask him what
the heck a dance card actually is. It
just sounds kind of cool, don't you think?"
"What would be cool is if you told me what
guys say to you about
me."
"You're not going to give this up, are you?"
"No."
"Okay, then. I
warned you.
Do you want names? You
know, so you know who to slap in the face
when they ask you out next week?"
"Let's hear what they said first," she
replied.
"Okay, let's see. Lots
of guys
ask me if I ever get to see you naked, like after a shower or
something. That's
pretty tame." I thought back. "One guy asked me if I ever got to help
you shave your pussy."
"Very Trump-like," said Hannah, but she
smiled.
"Another guy said you looked super hot and
asked if I ever got to tap
that."
"Tap that?"
"Have sex with you," I explained.
"Who asked you that?!"
she squealed.
"Todd McKinsey," I answered.
He was a jerk too, so I
didn't care if she knew it.
"Wait." She
frowned.
"Isn't he Sarah McKinsey's brother?"
"I don't know. Who's Sarah McKinsey?"
"She's a freshman. She's
on the
JV cheer squad."
"I don't hang around cheerleaders," I said.
"I'm
not their type."
"On my gosh! You don't suppose he's having
sex with her, do you?"
"Why would you think that?" I
asked.
"Well, he wanted to know if you were having
sex with your sister,"
she said.
"What it sounded like was that he wanted to
have sex with you,"
I said.
"It's guy-speak, sort of a
loose code."
"Still," mused Hannah.
"She's really sweet. The
idea of them having sex makes me feel ... I don't know ... creeped out?"
"That's a healthy attitude," I said.
"I don't get it," she said, almost to
herself.
"Don't get what?"
We'd been sitting on the bed, side by side.
The cookies and milk were long
gone.
She turned her head to look
at me.
"Remember how I said Steve got to kiss me
but you didn't?"
"Yeah."
"The thought of kissing you doesn't seem
creepy at all.
Why would I think it was
creepy for Sarah to
kiss her brother?"
"We could find out," I suggested.
"Find out what?"
"Find out if us kissing is creepy."
She leaned against me.
"You're still jealous of Steve."
"No I'm not. He's
history and I
have viewed your succulent, sweet breasts.
He has not. I
merely want to
retrieve what, before this, he laid claim to; that is your lips.
Once
I have recovered them, you may bestow
them on some other poor, unfortunate lad at a future date."
She laid her head on my shoulder.
"I love you so much," she sighed.
"Why can't other boys be so
good to me?"
"Because you drive them insane with lust,"
I said. "They are
brainless because what's in their head gets overridden by their balls."
"You are so full of it," she said. "Wanna
take some naughty
pictures?"
"Now?"
"Why not? I can think of no better way to
get Steve out of my mind
than getting to see your eyes looking at me the way you do. Yes.
Tonight. Right
now.
Mom and Dad are in bed,
right?"
"They are."
She bent over to pick her purse up off the
floor where she'd dropped
it.
She rummaged around in it and
pulled
out her phone.
"Here," she said, handing it to me.
"Okay. What
did you have in
mind?"
"Something that would kill Steve if he saw
it," she said.
"I thought we weren't thinking about
Steve," I said.
"We are only thinking of him lying in a
puddle on the ground, with all
the blood in his body sucked into his stupid penis because of how hot
I'm going
to look in a minute.
His whole body will
be just an empty bag because he'll know he will never get to see me
that way in
real life."
"So ... topless?" I suggested.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then
both eyebrows rose.
"You, little brother, have no imagination."
It was odd. I
think you'll
understand why in a second.
She made me stand up, take a step towards
the door and face it.
"Don't turn around until I tell you," she
warned.
I heard the rustle of clothing and, of all
things, her soft breathing.
I thought maybe she was going
to pose in bra
and panties, but if that was true, then why all this
turn-and-face-the-door
stuff?
I'd seen her in a much more
intimate way than bra and panties.
I heard the mattress sounds I had become
used to.
I have a memory foam mattress
on a box
spring.
It makes noise as the foam is
compressed, though not much.
It's a sort
of creaking kind of sound.
"Don't look, yet," came Hannah's voice.
"I'm not," I assured her.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get your bedspread flat," she
said. "Just stay
there. I'm not ready."
"You're being very
mysterious," I said.
"Good. That's what
I'm going for."
Finally she said, "My hair
isn't right, but you can fix that. You
can turn around, now."
When I did, I either did so too quickly or
her total nudity got to me,
because I weaved for a second. She had positioned herself on top of my
bedspread, with a pillow under one arm.
Her back was to me and she
looked almost like she was in the act of
lying down.
Her upper torso was semi
erect, leaning on one elbow but her hips were firmly planted on the bed.
Her
knees were bent and her thighs out in
front of her a little bit.
Her hair
covered a lot of her back, but her ass was completely bare.
I've never been an ass man. Well,
let me change that. I had never been an ass man, but
Hannah's gorgeous
bubble butt changed all that.
It was pale, soft-looking. It
just
begged to be touched, stroked, and squeezed.
"My hair is probably all messed
up," she said.
I couldn't see her
face, but I could hear her
okay. "Do whatever it needs to do to make this look
mysterious and interesting."
"So the object of the photo is to
display your naked back?"
"That's what I thought. Is
it
stupid?"
"No," I said, a little
urgently. "Not at all. It's
beautiful."
"Okay. If
you need me to move, just
tell me."
I didn't have a brush, but her
hair was fairly heavy, so I was able to lift
it and comb it with my fingers.
I wanted
to see her whole back, so I just pooled her hair below her head.
I
could see her left breast over her shoulder.
"I don't know what to
do with my left arm," she said.
That was the top arm.
"Just let it lie along your rib
cage, with your hand on your hip."
I got back and looked. She
looked
... delicious.
"I think you're going
to like this," I said.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"I love it," I sighed.
"Good. These pictures would kill
Steve, but he'll never see them. They're
just for you, my sweet little brother."
I moved around a little bit, up and down,
left and right, seeing if that
changed the perspective enough to matter.
There is a thing about women that I knew
about, because of the city pool,
but didn't know the name of. Since
then
I've heard it called the "Thigh gap".
I
don't know if that's official or not, but
it's the place a woman's legs meet
her loins, a sort of little triangle, or maybe even heart-shaped empty space
that you can see through, just below her vulva. That's
a very attractive part of a woman,
especially if she's also displaying a camel toe.
I had seen Hannah's thigh gap
before, of course, when she wore Megan's
racing suit.
But I had never viewed if
from behind, like I was able to do at present.
As I maneuvered, trying to
get the perfect shot, I got to a place where
I could see her thigh gap that way - from the rear.
I
found out what that gap was for, then. Not
only does it show the person has no
balls, and must therefore be female, it actually displays the lips that are the gate to the opening of the essence of her femininity.
Her fleshy, wrinkled pussy lips stared at
me, like the eye of some very
un-threatening Cyclops with its eyelid closed.
And I stared back.
I must have stared a long time because she
asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm staring at
you," I sighed.
"Well take a picture. You
can stare
at that all you want, later."
"You'll make me delete
this picture," I said. I
licked my lips.
Guys bragged about eating
pussy.
I'd never felt that
urge before, but suddenly
I wanted to eat this one.
"Why?"
"You'll see,"
I said.
I snapped a close-up of Hannah's
Cyclops eye.
Then I backed up and shot her
entire body.
"You're so
beautiful," I said, admiring the curve of her hip.
"Move your
left arm across your chest."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She did and suddenly the line of her body
became an undulating contour.
"Straighten your legs and point
your toes," I said.
"Like this?"
"Imagine you're at the
pool and in the middle of a dive and you want your
legs as straight as possible and your toes as pointed as
possible."
"I don't think
they'd appreciate it if I was at the pool like
this," she
said.
I could hear in her voice,
the
smile on her face.
"Oh yes they would," I
said. "Well, the guys would. The
girls would all hate you."
"Why?"
"Because they'd know
they couldn't compete."
"You're
sweet," she said. "Full of it, but sweet."
"I'm not full of it at
all," I said.
"We should have put
this picture in your portfolio.
It's amazing.
It would look better on a
satin sheet, and with better lighting, but
it's still really good."
We played with that pose a little longer.
I had her tense up all her
muscles, which gave her legs a completely
different look.
I really was going to
have to figure out some way to make a little studio with better lights,
because
I could get rich off of shooting just Hannah's back if I had
the right
lighting, background, and surface to put her on.
"Try looking over your shoulder
at me," I said.
She did. I
took a picture and she
kind of went, "Urgh!" as she lost her balance and
rolled onto her back.
She landed with her heels a
foot apart and
both arms straight, with her hands a foot from each hip. I
had the impression of Super girl, standing
with her body shaped like an arrowhead, getting ready to fly up into
the air.
Of course this Super girl was naked, and
she was lying down instead of
standing up.
Some part of my mind filed
away the idea of having her stand up and get into this pose.
Assuming ... of course ... she was going to allow any further
pictures of her without clothes on.
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