Author’s Note: Welcome to my 2023 Literotica Naked Day Story Contest entries! Last month was my 13th anniversary with Lit, so I wanted to do something fun. Over the years I’ve been asked if I have a favorite story. This is that story. Brothers/Sisters, this is my personal dilemma and I think it’s achievable, now let’s see if you agree. LC68
Chapter 1
“Oh my god, Kenny, are you really going to do porn?” Danny asked excitedly. “Can I be a part of it?”
“Oh god no!” he grimaced as he struggled to open the six-foot-high white panels. “Why should I have to look at that little thing?”
Danny laughed, “Ask your mom if she’s short.”
“Interesting. Now how about you come over here and help me uncover these things instead of acting like a fool?”
“Gee, can you soften up?” Danny grabbed the back panel and pulled it out while Kenny grabbed the other piece. “You’re all serious about getting caught on camera.”
“First of all, this isn’t porn, these are pornographic pictures.” She pulled her head under the bed and they moved the bed to the middle of the bedroom. “Curl your head around the leg of the bed.”
“What’s the difference?” Danny did as he was told and flipped the metal brackets back on and locked them in place. “An escort will be here to get you naked and make you look sexy. Don’t tell me you can’t fuck her.”
Kenny walked to the other side of the bed, where his Nikon camera was mounted on a tripod.
“She’s not an escort, she’s a model,” he insists.
“Can I see his picture?”
“Yeah, why not?” He tried to speak smoothly, but he couldn’t get his phone out of his pocket fast enough.
He opened her page on the RI Models website and passed the phone to Danny.
“Jenna Stiles?” He smiled. “Sounds like a porn star to me.” She shook her head. “Hey, look at her!”
Kenny smiled as he watched Danny scroll through the dozens of photos he had now memorized. Jenna is a tall, plump, blue eyed blonde girl with a near perfect figure and it shows in her photos, from beautiful evening gowns to naughty schoolgirl outfits and lingerie.
“May be used for porn shoots,” read part of Danny’s description. “I am playful yet professional and will pose semi-nude. For an additional fee, I am willing to take simulated sex photos. I am not an escort or sex worker, so please behave professionally and be a gentleman. Modeling is important. For many, it is not pornography.”
“Dude, you really paid this girl $250 and didn’t sleep with her?”
“I told you, this is for class. I don’t want to start a conversation.”
“You might want to do that after spending an hour taking pictures of that nice ass.” He handed the phone back. “Honestly, I’m sure the last thing he said was to avoid getting in trouble with the police.”
“If I wanted a prostitute, I could have gotten one, but it wasn’t for fun, Danny, it was a third of my grade. I needed a woman who knew how to pose and loved the camera.”
“Fuck the camera, I’d pay her to love something else.”
“Because you’re the only fourteen here.” He patted her head, then pointed between his legs, “And down there.”
“Don’t act like you’re not bothered by these photos being taken.”
“I didn’t say that,” he laughed. “But it’s not about sex, it’s just sexy pictures.”
“But that’s a lot of money. You can get it cheaper. How about a girl at school? Are there any girls in your class?”
“Hey, do you want to come over to my house and let me take some pictures of you in your underwear, maybe naked, so I can show them to my photography teacher and class? Yes, you can.”
He walked to the tripod that held his Nikon camera, walked behind it, looked through the lens and adjusted it so he could see the entire bed when he needed a wide-angle shot.
“But as I said, I needed someone who knew how to pose, smile and act natural. Plus, it was her job, so she was happy to share it in my project. It was advertising for her.”
“Then why do you pay so much?”
“Believe me, the price was right for what she was going for and she gave me a break because I mentioned the Rhode Island School of Design and her brother went there three years ago. She even posted a few pictures on her profile and included my name.
“It’s so hot! And you get paid to take pictures of sexy girls!” “I want to buy a camera.”
“Unless you can take pictures with one hand, sick boy,” Kenny joked.
“Where did you get all that money?”
“My parents gave me a hundred bucks to rent the studio for an hour, but they saw they were going to a friend’s wedding and doing this here, so I kept it and did the rest of the work myself, saving those last few bucks for a few months.
“Where is your sister? I know she’s a little deranged, but does she mind you bringing a girl in here naked to roll around in your bed?”
“Josie has to work tomorrow. I told her I was going to have someone come over and take pictures and she didn’t care.”
“Probably too drunk to care,” Danny pointed out. “This girl is so stupid.”
“She didn’t smoke too much,” Kenny defended his sister. “Overall, she was right there. She had everything it took to be a flower girl.”
“Yeah, too bad she’s dressed like a hippie, I’m sure she’d be prettier if she tried.”
“I bet she cares what you think about how she looks,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s going on between you and my sister? She’s two years younger than you, and…” She glared at him. “She’s my sister.”
“Little sister is 18, bro,” Danny laughed seeing him lose his temper on the issue again. “She’s a woman now.”
“Then maybe when you become someone important,” Kenny quipped. “Besides, I don’t think my sister is interested in meeting anyone. She quit the gym a few months ago and as far as I know, she hasn’t met anyone else yet.”
“Do you think he likes girls? A lot of the free love types go both ways.”
“Thanks for helping me get this stuff home and set it up.” Kenny ignored the last sentence and explained that the panels he found on Craig’s List two days ago for $100 were a bargain, but he later withdrew the money to give to Jenna tomorrow, his bank account being worth zero.
“Wonder what’s going on under those weird clothes and baggy outfits she wears.” He pointed to Kenny. “You lived with her; you’ve seen her in shorts or fitted shirts. Is that her real body, or is she just really skinny or something?”
“Shut it,” He knew Danny was joking, but he was nervous about tomorrow. This shoot was going to be a big part of his grade this semester, and he took a risk by having an erotic theme, but he wanted to do something bold and different.
“Just kidding, man. Take it easy,” Danny told him.
“No, you always say things like that, whenever you see her here you try to talk to her and she told me you could go to the subway when she was at work.”
“Maybe I wanted to ask her if she still has those five-dollar-a-foot fabrics.” “Remember that ad?” He stopped when he saw her frown.
“Okay, sorry,” he shrugged. “I know she’s your sister and she’s in her own little world, but there’s something about her. Maybe I’m into the hippie tomboy thing.”
“You dug the hole deeper.”
“Just getting under your skin,” Danny said, grinning. “I just like flattering you, man. Besides, she likes that sixties shit so much, I bet she can’t even shave her armpits,” he scrunched up his face. “Or take a shower. Her hair’s always a little messy, so maybe…”
“Bye Dan, thanks again.”
“It’s alright, that’s what friends are for.” Danny waved his hand. “Back to the photo. I still think you’re being dishonest. You have to get something more out of this than just grades.”
“Maybe,” he admitted. “I’ll tell you if you promise to fire Sister Crack.”
“Promise me, never again wonder if your sister has a body, or if she’s just a stick figure.”
“I’m going to get into some pictures myself.”
“आप?”
“I told you this was a slutty topic. I’m going to take some pictures of her and me,” he winked. “Want to be topless.”
“I knew it! That’s it. This gentleman is very professional.”
“Actually,” he thought he could really turn her on. “I wanted to put her between my legs and maybe stick her tongue out. She said she would do simulated sex.”
“It’s the only one you have anyway, so you should be fine.” Danny clapped his burns.
“I’d rather be with myself than with that bitch you’re dating,” Kenny replied. “I thought I’d have a little fun getting my request fulfilled.” He raised his arms and folded them quickly. “I think I can make it.”
“Yeah, you’re such a student. Thought you wanted a professional, so why not hire one to take a picture with you?”
“Since I couldn’t afford it, I thought I might as well get a little cheap thrill. Plus, I take a lot of photos of people and sometimes I wonder what I would look like on the other end of the lens.”
“No matter where you are, you’re disabled.”
Kenny’s reply was interrupted by a soft knock on the bedroom door.
“Hey, Kenny,” Josie yelled. “Can I come in?”
“Of course!” Danny replied, smiling at her.
Josie came into the room looking like she had just fallen out of bed. Her long, dark, naturally curly hair was draped loosely over her head and held in place with several small purple bobby pins. Her long hair hung over her face and sides, partially covering her large brown eyes.
Josie wasn’t wearing any makeup, which proved Danny’s point, and her style couldn’t have been more chic. The yellow floral print shirt was loose enough to fit another person in, and the baggy sleeves were so long that they covered her hands, leaving only her fingers visible.
The pants were a complete mess, the bright orange bell-bottoms so ungainly that one could only assume her feet were somewhere else. The handcuffs hung from her feet, keeping her out of sight until she reached him.
She wore yellow flip-flops and had a purple butterfly dangling from the strap between her toes. In keeping with the lack of makeup, her fingers and toes were left unpainted, and although her nails had some length, she kept them plain.
Kenny believed her. Most girls would be embarrassed in public if they didn’t do their hair and face and dress appropriately. But not his sister. Josie doesn’t care what people think of her.
He wondered if she ever thought about what people said or how they looked at her. Danny was right when he described her as unconscious. Josie seemed oblivious to everything around her and she spoke softly. Her voice was smoky and could be described as sexy, but it always sounded cold, as if she had no interest in the conversation.
Josie smokes more than her share of weed, but overall her character is a bit of a skunk, as Danny said. At this point Kenny is convinced that her parents knew she smoked weed, but seeing as she never smoked it, or left it at home, they stopped caring.
Well, he didn’t do it at home when their parents were home and when he went to the bathroom at seven this morning, he smelled it in the hall. However, according to his family, when Josey was little he looked like his mother and claimed he “loved kids.” So maybe that’s why they don’t care how she dresses or if she smells like grass when she comes home.
Josie, who is also an honor roll student, has worked part-time at Subway for two years and pays her own insurance. In this sense, she is a bit of a contradiction, with a bit of a dull look and a mature personality, yet she is more responsible than many kids her age.
My sister also has a very sweet nature. The only thing that cannot be hidden or minimized is her bright and sincere smile, which always touches her eyes and makes everyone around her smile with her.
Josie will help anyone in need, including Kenny, whenever he needs any kind of help, including borrowing money from Walgreens during payday because, unlike him, she knows how to save money.
As his father says, his sister is a “good person”, which is why she’s always annoying people who make fun of her retro looks or make fun of her for being “special” because of her softly spoken manner and her tendency to stand out from others.
“Hey, Josie,” Danny greeted her. “I bet you look hot in those clothes.”
Kenny wanted to hit him, but ended up looking at him.
“No, the fabric is too thin. I made this dress myself.”
“It shows.”
“Danny was just leaving,” Kenny informed him.
“How’s your design work going?” Danny added. “What are you selling?”
“I have sold some pearls but haven’t sold my clothes yet, but it doesn’t matter, I do it more for fun than for money.”
“You should make clothes that most girls would wear. You know, short skirts, things that show off their figures?”
“There’s a lot of stuff out there. My stuff is for women who just care about what they like.”
“Hey, it’s rude not to share what you know.” Danny held out his hand.
“Share what?” Josie asked, her eyes widening, letting Kenny know they were red.
“You’re smoking, you sound like you’re crazy.” Danny snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait, you always sound like that, don’t you?”
“Goodbye Danny.” Kenny pushed him back.
“I guess,” Josie didn’t look offended. “Kenny, can you help me for a few minutes?”
“Maybe I can help?” Danny suggested, smiling.
“Kenny said you were leaving.”
“She is,” Kenny whispered, leaning in closer. “Get out of here or I’ll beat you up for treating my sister so badly.”
“Oh, yeah, gotta run.” Danny nodded. “Good luck tomorrow, bro. Make sure you get your money’s worth.”
He passed by Josie, stopped and breathed heavily. “Hey, girl, I got your contact information just by standing next to you.”
He waved at Kenny and walked out of the room, just as he had since they first became friends in middle school.
“Where did your money come from?” Josie asked. “What are those partitions around your bed for?”
“I told you I was shooting yesterday. Shooting here is to save the studio money.”
“I thought that’s what your parents gave you money for.”
“Yes they do, but I spent the money on these and paid for the models.”
“Oh,” Josh looked at his bed. “You paid a girl to take pictures in your bed?”
“It was a very dynamic shoot,” Kenny said.
“Mom and Dad don’t know you’re here doing this, do they?”
“No. You won’t say that?”
“Tell them what?”
“That’s my sweet little sister!” Kenny put his hand on her shoulder.
“No, really, tell them what?” She tilted her head and looked at him from beneath her disheveled hair.
“Wow, how many cigarettes have you smoked?”
Josie laughed. “I’m just kidding, I’m not that bad.”
“Well, sometimes it’s hard to tell.” “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” Josie walked over to the camera and peered through it.
“Do you really not know when Danny or anyone else is teasing you, or do you just ignore them?”
“I know, I don’t care.” Josie turned to him. “They make them look bad, I don’t, it’s just my opinion.”
“Never thought about it that way. But I’m sorry Danny was just being an idiot.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, smiling. “You always have my back, don’t you?”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s fine, but you don’t have to do that. People like that don’t matter. People like us matter.”
“Like us?” Kenny raised his eyebrows.
“People who care for and help each other don’t matter. People who are mean and selfish don’t matter.”
“I got it, you should consider writing fortune cookies or inspirational slogans.” “You said you needed help?”
“I made some new bracelets last night. Can you take pictures and send them to me so I can add them to my Etsy shop?”
“Of course,” he picked up his Nikon camera from the tripod. “I will do it right now.”
She gave him a bright smile. “You are such an amazing big brother.”
“Thank you, you are a good sister, so everything goes well.”
“Am I okay alone?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re my sister and I have to pretend you’re a troublemaker.”
“Too bad, I’m fine,” Josie sighed. “Seeing my parents go out for the weekend, I bought a bag and planned to share it with everyone. But because I just…”
“Okay?” Kenny put his arm around her shoulders. “Did I say that? I meant the best sister ever!”
“Then I guess I can share, but only because you took the best photos.”
“A painting is only as good as its subject, sister,” he told her as he left his room, and she followed him down the hall.
“I never thought of it that way.” she replied, floating slowly in front of him, as she always did, as if she were in another world.
“It’s true, beautiful things make beautiful pictures.”
He should take some really nice pictures tomorrow.
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Chapter Two
Kenny was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He wasn’t going to destroy Danny’s balls; he was planning on appearing in a few scenes. If he got a picture of Jenna leaning over him or lying on his bed, it would create a lot of heat.
For this position, he would take photos from the side with a Nikon camera on a tripod, but would also use his other camera, a Canon Rebel his parents bought him for his birthday, to shoot from a POV angle. He was hoping to get some sexy photos of her in which she was leaning against him and had her tongue out, either on his stomach or, even better, on his crotch.
That’s when he can prepare himself to ask for what he wants. There were only a few hours left before filming began, so he was getting nervous. Jenna was a professional with a few magazine articles and a swimsuit catalog on her resume, and she was used to working with people who knew what they were doing.
Aside from taking photos at local sporting events, Kenny’s only experience with people was taking photos of family, friends, and children at school. He had no idea how to direct models, let alone adult-themed shoots.
Maybe he’s no better than Danny and he had the wrong idea when he came up with the idea of a porn project. Could he ask Jenna to take off her top? If he could, could he invite her to engage in some intimate gestures with him? Besides wondering if he could ask for what he needed, he was also worried about how he would look to her.
It would be easy for Jenna to think he’s just an immature kid looking for a cheap thrill if he wants more than just a picture of her alone. Interfering with filming now seems unprofessional and inappropriate.
But he couldn’t afford a male model, and he didn’t know any. He took a deep breath and told himself the same thing over and over again. He hoped that once he got started, he would forget about seeing a sexy, scantily clad woman in bed and become a professional photographer who wouldn’t behave like a nervous guy when faced with sexy subjects.
“Better find a Grip Master,” he muttered to his reflection. “She’ll be here at noon.”
He lifted his chin and moved his head around, making sure not to miss a beat. Kenny considers himself a good looking guy. Josie has black curly hair and big doe-like eyes like her mother, while Kenny looks more like his father.
He has deep blue eyes and short blonde hair that he uses some hairspray to make it look messy, which, along with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, gives him a ruggedly handsome look. He made the mistake of saying this to his mother, who insisted that he was more handsome than rugged.
But he’s usually good with girls, so it doesn’t matter how you describe him. Kenny’s last girlfriend, Laurie, decided that masturbating on URI’s football team was a better option and left him three months ago.
