LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

"She looks wonderful!" Ellen commented, "I only hope she can play the role." When she spoke, she
teasingly let her long tapered fingers caress the inside of his thigh, knowing that this fondling could drive
her over-sexed brother up the walls if she persisted long enough without giving in to him.
Larry put his hand around her and rested his palm affectionately on the smooth flesh of her buttocks ...
feeling the warm, semi-nude flesh of his sister's bottom under his fingers. At the contact, his penis gave
an involuntary twitch inside his tight-fitting slacks, stirring uneasily and uncurling slightly as the softness of
Ellen firm-fleshed bottom moved against the light pressure of his hand.
Ellen nuzzled her face against Larry's, her lips brushing his cheek.
"Of course, even if she's just what we want, we'll have to bring her along very carefully before we
suggest that she poses in that way," Larry warned her. "I think we rushed that last girl too much,
remember? I told you she was getting nervous about what we were asking her to do!
We should have played her more carefully, more slowly ..."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Ellen interrupted. "I've told you hundreds of times that most girls love posing
for sexy pictures. It inspires them to show off their womanhood. And once they've done a few ordinary
ones it doesn't take very much to persuade them to go a little further." She teased him again, letting her
fingers stray right over the growing thickness of his cock, and gently squeezing it until it burst forward
against the material of his pants, ripe and hard.
"I know that dear," Larry told her patiently. "But when it comes to the extra special photos you've simply
got to be subtle about it. It doesn't do a bit of good plunging in at the deep end, everything should be
relaxed ... natural. Besides, I feel we've been too careless with the last couple of girls that posed for us.
Remember how Gloria took off like a startled fawn when you started to fondle her?" Larry traced his
fingers along Ellen's shoulder, watching as his nails raised momentary red marks on his sister's flawless
skin. They faded rapidly and returned her flesh to its normal white and tanned beauty. He stared,
fascinated, as the welts appeared then vanished under the pressure of his manicured fingernails.
"You really do have the most exquisite shoulders," Larry whispered, caressing Ellen's youthful skin, and
trying at the same time to focus his attention back to the matter at hand. But it was very difficult to
concentrate now that Ellen's fingers were brushing so insistently over his covered loins. The bitch knew
exactly how to touch him there! She was deliberately arousing him to cut short their argument!
"All I'm saying is that we should be extra careful with this new girl," Larry finished weakly. Ellen had
lifted her legs over the far side of the chair so that she was sitting in his lap. The voluptuous weight and
heat of her thighs burned through the thin material of his slacks and Larry could feel his sister's fire
spread from between her legs and melt down on his hardness, sparking it with renewed life.
"Let's play it safe with Patricia, shall we? Let's be slow and easy with her, O.K.? That's all I'm asking.
I've waited a long time to find a girl to do this magazine with us, why spoil things by scaring her off.
Especially since she looks so perfect for the role."
Ellen wound her arms lovingly about Larry's neck. "You're the boss, big brother!" she whispered sexily.
And Larry, feeling the pressure of his sister's breasts against his chest, feeling the sweet fragrance of her
breath and her skin so intimately close to him, gave up the struggle.
Larry slid his trembling hands around her body until they held his sister possessively around her bare
midriff. She leaned more closely to him, taunting him with her almost naked femininity.
"Here?" he whispered, a catch of desire in his voice.