Chapter 15: The Money Shots

  (Jolthek 20th-23rd, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  I was bored, exultant, but bored. The ecstatic part was about my cycle deg to go into hiatus for a while. It tingled my slit as usual but not at the irritating potency that kept me on edge until the mai occurred. I could’ve ighe sensation and possibly not realized my body was ging if I was occupied with an activity where boredom materialized.

  Lárus must’ve sehe monotony because he requested my ubiety in his room, so there I was, w and presuming what he wanted as he shut the door. My supposition was correct when he proposed the idea of drawing me naked again. Like accepting his offer for a jog despite knowing where it always ended up, I nontly stripped directly in front of him. I was wearing the erotiderwear frereur’s shop, and it did what it was desigo do. His jaw was slightly open, his ere pitg a tent, and he began to pant.

  Instigated by my brother’s endation, I gave him a bit of a performance. Initially, I didn’t do much, just turning my frame to the left and right to provide him with views of my hips. I smiled at him, letting him know that I was fortable. Then, I got more audacious with the movements, transitioning to a wanton dance. My hips swung wildly left and right, and I gyrated them when fag away from him, funting my fu at him. I had to stop my offensive performance, deteg a dyad of hands on my hips, and it was creeping closer to my vulva.

  I quickly turned around, spping Lárus across the visage. It wasn’t a severe sp, just enough to alert him he was encroag on a turf too soon for my liking- I wasn’t prepared for ao be forceful and dire their sexual advaoward me just yet. Though it was transitory, I observed his initial expression before it ged to remorseful as I wagged my fi him in disapproval. It was as if the beast within him was more pronounced, and I was reminisg about the pictures of Jysen and Kryse, with Lárus being the former and me being the tter.

  Showing Lárus I wasn’t livid at him, I gave him a brief kiss on the part where I spped him. He returo normal, and I began to strip my bra and panties. I just loosened up my bra and barely removed it when he had other pns.

  “If you want, you remain in your underwear for a couple of pictures.”

  “What about the nude versions?” I inquired.

  “Oh, don’t worry. You do plenty of those after. I’ve improved my artistic ability, so it will require me less time to draw pictures of you.”

  I thought about my sibling’s idea. I wasn’t worried about the added time. Mom and dad were in álfsandur so Tandri could i her and the pups. She was at the point iion where her six dyads of hidden nipples emerged from her fur, meaning she was near her bor. The two stepbrothers were sparring in the backyard arena, and Róstran had just initiated his practice at singing. The stepbrothers would be too engrossed in their activity to discover the potentially borderline illegal session in Lárus’s chamber. I quickly gave him the san with a nod.

  My twin brother started with a simple request. I was supposed to be on his bed, sitting on my knees with them parted to expose my stitch-covered crotch. In addition, I was supposed to show a scivious expression while holding my breasts. Recalling the praphic images from his books, I stuck my to as I pressed my tits together. Lárus’s remark about his improvement wasn’t a jocosity after all. He pleted the sketch way faster than previously, which was resple because my position deadened my legs. It took several seds for the numbo ebb away.

  Lárus wanted me ba the same position, although he requested me to remove my bra. Once I did, I pulled on the waistband of my panties per his request. I froze to avoid marring the image, but he did nothing, slightly tilting my head. fused, I attempted to make a more prurient expressioing in an indistinguishable rea from st time.

  “What am I doing wrong?” I inquired.

  “ you move your pao yht slightly?”

  “Why?”

  “It’s for a project I’m w on.” My brother defused me before I even had a ce to erupt. “No, it’s not for submitting to the pany behind the praphic books.”

  Nodding my head, I pulled my pao the side as sloossible. I wondered how much Lárus wanted me to go, how much I would expose my slit. Did he really want my pussy entirely naked? I thought that would be the case until I observed him drawing on paper, so I stymied my body from making a single move. I should’ve beeed by my brother ag horny because of me, but I was fttered that he was exhibiting a bulge and panting like crazy.

  Lárus requested one more lewd ae to do with my undergarment, and it was me pulling my panties up as high as they could go. ing the waistband around my fingers, I pulled it towards me. The fabrit iween my her lips, givihe sensation of a wedgie I gave him several times as pups, except from the front rather than my posterior. I maintained an impassive demeanor, manag the influence from the underwear toug my clit to avert restarting the drawing, although the ecstasy mixed with the perverted excitement of posing dissolutely for my brother’s pictures proved to be a handful.

  The underwear eventually came off as it was the logical progression in the shameless activity. I slightly torted my body left and right to shoortion of my sides, although I made sure not to provoke my brother like before. I stood ih my legs spread out, giving him an unobstructed view of full-frontal nudity from his twin sister. Even though I’ve been naked plenty of times retly, it didn’t diminish the exhirating thrill and agonizing ay surging in my veins from my rapidly-beati. And I didn’t have anyone or anything to chide on but myself for removing the intimate veil from my genitalia. What was it about his aura that was influeng my behavior?

  I posed my naked self in sundry positions to Lárus’s specifications, expressing saciously. I rested on my right hand while on my side, on all fours with my buttocks fag him aing my ba the backboard of his bed. My no-induced arousal probably made it on a couple drawings despite Most of the time, I was able to behold his expressions once he fihe picture. He stoically scrutinized his creations that I could barely dis how he felt. A few grunts and subtle body movements were what I could observe from him. The art all made it to one pile of the incriminating averment of how far we took our bond thus far, so they had one onality at least.

  Lárus sighat our session was over, so I walked over to him to ihe results. He deliberately thwarted my attempt, invoking a tinge of fury within me. I scowled at him.

  “Why ’t I look at them?” I asked.

  “They’re for a project as I said, and it’s a secret. I promise it won’t be long till you see it and not submit them for a future edition of the porn book from that pany.” I grumbled in protest. “I could let you draw me , but I don’t know if I could handle seeing myself as a grytee.” Instead of yelling out in pain, my brother chuckled as I slugged his left shoulder. He got more austere. “Regardless, I want to make it eveween us, but drawing me isn’t going to work. I wish there was another drawer here.” He looked at me. “What do you wao do?”

  I holy did not know what would be adequate for the requests towards my brother. “I’ll let you know ter.” He nodded, proceeding to deill he was as naked as me, the precum glistening on his ere. I guess he wa to be somewhat eveween us. Si was just us and Róstran in the mansion, we decided to hang out in the nude.

  Mom and dad returned an hour ter, appearing nont at our naked frames or at least unsuspeg of unwanted lechery in the house. They had o share with everyone in the house. The marvelous portion was her pregnancy was as healthy as it could be. The less exceptional part, even though I was tent with the multitudinous opportunities of engaging in destine debauchery with my brother, was Tandri requiring mom and dad to check with him often now since she was he point of giving birth. It was the most critical point for her gestating the pups because that was where plications had a predile for arising. In celebration of the hale puppies, dad decided to throw another celebration.

  The festival spawo days, and it was just how I envisio. I was on the sidelines with Lárus and Róstran. This time, we didn’t have Manasína to coax us out due to a flig schedule with her union.

  I ate a ton of estibles throughout the two days of viviality. So much so that it added another reason fging orail with Lárus. That annoying, tenacious itch returned, so I knew what was forthing as we sprinted oh at a steady pace. We ran for a longer duration pared to our usual excursions to burn the calories, so we started to feel it by the time we arrived at our hideout.

  My sibling revealed the typical praphic material we masturbated to, even toug each other’s reproductive ans. I beheld a book that was spicuous in the pile. Initially, I thought Hrafnir hooked him up on another edition, and I was excited to soak in the i photos. Upon closer iion, it was too unprofessionally manufactured to the point where I k was homemade.

  “What’s this?” I asked, holding the book in my hand.

  “Take a look,” Lárus replied, looking more at me than the object.

  I turo the first page, immediately witnessing a picture of myself in all of my litiousness; I cluded that the rest of the pages tained my indecies. I looked at my grinning brother in a mixture of shod other emotions. “Is this what I think this is?”

  “That’s my project, the only porn book in all of Illyria designed by yours truly, starring my favorite sister, and no other copies exist.”

  I stared at Lárus. “I’m your only sister.”

  He shrugged. “Eh, it won’t be long till mom gives birth, so your statement won’t stand that much.”

  I looked back at the handmade, obse book. “But why?”

  Lárus shrugged some more. “The other material was starting to bee a bit insipid. Plus, I’m experimenting with a theory that jag-off—or me toug you—to pictures of your naked body might provide the needed spark for your climax. I still wish there was someo the house profit at drawing and fortable with what we’re doing to sketch pictures of me in all of my naked glory, so you won’t be the only one in this book.”

  “I’m fih what we are at currently.” I wasn’t even fident if we were going too far by masturbating—or most likely my hands on Lárus’s penis with his fingers within my vagina—to naked photos of me.

  “You’re sure? I want us to be even in this… whatever retionship we’re in.”

  “I’ll figure out a way of making us even. Right now, we have other busio attend to.”

  We took our clothes off and initiated our session at a speed that would’ve armed anyone spying on us with how casual and far we took our retionship. I started with one of the inal books, agreeing with Lárus about saving the pictures of me for st, so we could mutually masturbate each other to them. He was right; it was starting to get bnd to me, or I was desensitized to the erotic acts because of my parents, the culture, and the taboo bonding moments with my brother. My slit was sensitive, so the caresses provided ecstasy, but I was bored with most of the existing material.

  I found myself resting my head near Lárus’s groin, taking an i in his book. He was Jysen carry Kryse with her legs up in the air. The romantic dyad was fag us, giving us a perfect view of the knot in her vagina with a hint of cum leaking out. They were alluring as always, although my eyes gravitated towards my brother stroking his cock, quickly refog ohe st from his genitals was intoxig.

  Lárus got up and came back with the handcrafted book that tained my potential demise, allowio rest my head on his p again. He flipped to the first set of me shamelessly presenting my breasts and pussy to the world. I imagined what he did in the cave was simir to how he operated in his bedroom as he stared at the pictures of his naked sister. He started to act like his imagination took off, growling, grunting, and uttering my name, and I was strangely not perturbed at fueling his fantasy.

  I noticed something was off about the pictures of me. The most ret versions were excellent; I did not doubt my brother’s skills. However, I felt I wasn’t genuine in them. I was trying too hard to appear sexy, appearing like the other females from the porn that didn’t hold my i. Mixing in was also a bit of fear. They weren’t like the inaugural photo of my nude-modeling run or the pictures of Kryse. Luckily for me, there was room in the book for more submissions, although the soury arousal emanated from elsewhere.

  I didn’t realize I rimarily fog on my brother jag off though it wasn’t the only revetion I discovered. He was captivated by me fingering myself, my work between my legs for Faer knew how long. Fuck it. He’d seen me naked plenty of times and had pictures of my pussy that he most likely masturbated to, so I tioug my bia. Our eyes met each other’s almost a mier.

  “Shall we?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  Rather than him fingering me, followed by me stroking Lárus’s penis or vice versa, we assisted each other tasms simultaneously. We were aroused. The output of precum on his dick equally matched the juice secreting from my pussy. We kissed and nipped around each other’s visages as I fondled his balls and stroked his shaft. I made sure to give his s some extra attention pared to st time, gently squeezing the gonads and tugging them, and he must’ve appreciated the effort as he moaned into my mouth. For once, he came before I did, emptying his testis all over the pictures of my nudity.

  “Ok, where is that particur spot of yours?”

  “ot?” I asked.

  “The ohat evoked the visceral rea from you, and I’m not talking about this.” Lárus caressed my clitoris to get his point across, and I squirmed from the sensation.

  “Oh, that one. You just have to dig around within my slit to locate it. I’m pretty certain I alert you if you’re hot or cold.”

  “Alright. If you want, you sit right here,” Lárus indicated the spot between his legs, “a against me to rex.”

  I sat between my brother, resting against his chest and feeling his cock slide into its sheath. As a warm-up, his right arm slowly slid from my breasts straight to my vagina, iing a couple of digits as deep as he could. Since he ejacuted, I was allowed to py with my little hood and button. I seldom did, figuring it was best if done in bursts than a tinuous stream, and I wanted untainted reas to let him know if he discovered the secret spot. Lárus struggled to locate the particur area, moving his fingers all around within my pussy. It was a bite, too, believing that a sudden jolt was the real deal, only to dematerialize as fast as it arrived when I redirected him. Still, his effort wasirely unproductive as I received pleasure from his touches. I cluded that my tunnel's unique part was situated in the upper se.

  I suddenly tensed up, yipping briefly as my brother found it. “There!” I shouted as soon as I was capable, hoping that I wasn’t too te. His fingers didn’t stray too far to my gaiety, and he could touch the special spot again. I huffed like crazy as he vigorously tickled it and paid attention to my pearl.

  Then, I tensed up more than ever from the intense, rapturous feeling in my body. I thought this was my first legitimate asm, the explosive climax that I witnessed mom and other females obtain. I was ready for it. My body behaved like it was void of a skeleton as I sunk into Lárus’s fur, yet I wasn’t unscious, and the steam released like it typically did. I gnced down at the diminutive puddle near my crotch, grimag that I pissed myself like a pup. The odor of urine was familiar enough to me to know the fluid was different, and even Lárus acquainted himself with it, lifting his saturated fio his nostrils for a sniff and a lick. So far, I hadn’t obtained an asm potent enough to flimfm my heat into believing I mated with a male and received his jizz, so it would release its grip on my body without my potion’s side effects. I would have to try something else that would definitely require escation.

  “Anything?” Lárus inquired, looking at me with his g expression.

  “A bit closer than the prior attempts, but not the o.”

  Lárus looked away in shame. “So my hypothesis was a dud.”

  I nodded. “Unfortunately, yes, but there may be something about pushing the boundary and the increased effey buildup.” I hoped that I wasn’t assigo only the final option.

  “Possibly.”

  “There’s one critique I have with the pictures of me naked.”

  Lárus raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”

  “I could’ve done a better job modeling for you.”

  “Really? I think you are excellent. You got the looks.”

  I gri his pliment. “Thanks, but that wasn’t what I was critig at.” Although, my imperfes still me occasionally. “I don’t believe I was genuine.”

  “Genuine?”

  I showed my brother what I was talking about. “Look. All of these pictures from a couple days ago show me trying too hard to appear seductive.”

  “So? Believe me, those females in the books won’t win any awards for modeling or ag.”

  Except for Kryse. I thought. “The first nude picture you drew of me is more in line of what I want to emute.”

  “There’s more spa the book for future pictures, so, if you want to, we add more in my room at some point.”

  I felt Lárus shift as he started to stand, so I got out of his way. We gathered our items and headed home, unbothered to wash our dirty clothes and the bits of semen off our fur at the nearby ke. Our parents would still be with Tandri in álfsandur. The two stepbrothers noticed us as we tossed the clothes in the undry room. It was actually ideal they tio ignore us instead of scrutinizing our bodies for sperm and interrogating us about what we did.

  Róstran entered Lárus and me upstairs as we were about to shower or bathe in a tub. His eyes widened, realizing we were in the buff. “Uhh… hey guys?” He repeatedly averted his eyes from wandering lower.

  “Hey, Róstran,” we replied together.

  Róstran walked past Lárus and me, aarted to heave a sigh of relief he didn’t question us… or so we thought. “Why do you have stiff peaks on the fur on your back while Lárus has them near his inguinal region?”

  “We entered an Adheree while on ,” Lárus answered.

  I nodded, adding to his story. “Some of the sap dried enough to require brushes, so that’s why we’re here.”

  Róstran gave us an inquisitive look for a few seds. I feared he didn’t believe our fabrication. Then, he nodded his head, turned around, and headed dowairs. He didn’t act like he was about to rat my brother a, but we kept our eyes and ears out as we slowly prepared the bathroom. I mao catch him holding a couple of beverages in his hands before I shut them down. I guessed he was singing lohan usual.

  My ears firmed my suspi as I stepped out of the bathroom ed in a towel, hearing Róstran intone a song. He was just at the tail end of one of Janas Dyser’s songs when I caught him. A brief a occurred for him to probably imbibe a beverage before he enced another song, and Lárus showed up in time for the beginning, also wearing a towel. His voice was just as sonorous ba Akuv?llur, albeit at a lower pitch. However, his emotion was distinct from when we eavesdropped on him ba Akuv?llur. The song evoked a memory within Róstran at a deeper, personal level. His nearly choking a few instances further evinced Lárus and me of the privy, intimate e between him and the song. Another song educed a visceral rea akin to the immediate preg melody as he almost choked again, although the lyrics were different. They sounded like the songwriter had deep dudgeon towards somebody at least.

  Lárus knocked on Róstran’s door, and Róstran ope, almost staring at my sibling’s crotch. He offered to him about pying a game with us, gh Champions of No? cards, or some other form of sibling bonding after he and I dressed. Surprisingly, Róstran was more ied in ames around the house than his trading card. We did a tiny bit of Champions of No? before we got into a game of Wizards Against Spiders. We pyed it as mom and dad returned hey also stared at us with a smile and wao participate, and we allowed them. They pyed with us for the st group of rounds, unaware of how mualcy Lárus and I attempted to masquerade ourselves in.

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