Slave for a Day 2

She came out of the shower wearing her bathrobe, and found her school uniform laid out on her bed for her. There were no bra or panties with it, she noticed wryly.

“I may be a slut, but my brother is a pervert.” she thought to herself with a grin. “I’m not the one who started this.”

She put the blouse on, then the pleated skirt. Instead of just wearing the sweater over her back with the sleeves rolled together to hold it on, like she usually wore it, she put it on and buttoned it, trying to hide her nipples showing through the thin cotton.

She found him down stairs in the kitchen, making French Toast for her. He slid the plate in place as she sat down, and poured a little syrup on for her.

“Bon appitit.” he smiled. “You did such a good job acting like a slut for me upstairs that I decided to give you a little treat. You can be just my sister for breakfast.” he told her. “Please, enjoy your food.”

She smiled at him and picked up her fork. “Thanks, Mark. After everything that happened upstairs, I need a little break.”

“Well, after a performance like that, you earned it. That last blowjob, man, I could hardly believe you were acting. You were sucking on me like you actually enjoyed it, not because it was something I was making you do.”

She chewed and swallowed the bite of French Toast to reply. “Well, I did like it. I did it because I wanted to. Well, because you needed me to, as well, I suppose. After the thing you had just done for me, it didn’t seem right to leave you like that. Besides, I like sucking on it.”

“How about the swallowing?” he asked. “Do you like that part of it?”

“I guess.” she shrugged. “It’s not so bad.”

“Good. You’ll be doing it a few more times today. During the photo shoot, and after, too.” he told her. “Are you almost done with breakfast? All this talk has kinda got me going again.”

“Me too.” she smiled, pushing her plate away. “I’m done eating.”

“Good. Get your pretty little ass back upstairs. You’re not my sister anymore, slut.” he said. “Halfway up the stairs, flip the back of that skirt up and give me a good show.”

“Yes, Master.” she said saucily, then went to the stairs. Halfway up, she turned, one leg two steps higher than the other, and looked over her shoulder at him. She flipped her skirt up, as directed, but was surprised when he took the photo, which she knew showed everything. “Oh! You did it!” she said, putting her hand to her mouth. He took two more pictures of her distressed expression, then held out the camera for her to see.

She came back downstairs and peered at the back of the camera, seeing herself exposed utterly and a trampy look on her face, then the other two, with her blushing and covering herself as best she could.

“We have to delete these right now!” she said, blushing. “I can’t believe that’s me…”

“You’re a natural, Jen. I can’t wait to do the rest of them! Come on, let’s go upstairs to Dad’s room. It’s got a much bigger bed.”

“Mark, I can’t do that…” she said, starting to whine a little. “It makes me look… You know I’m not really a slut, right?”

“I know, Jen. But you’re a really good actress, and it shows in the pictures, doesn’t it? I knew it would. That’s why I had this planned for today.” He pulled at her hand, to get her going, and made her follow him to their father’s room.

She put up a bit of a struggle at the doorway, balking at the sight of the 4 poster bed in there. Mark put his hand on the small of her back and urged her to walk beside him, right up to the edge of it.

“Stay there.” he told her, stepping away and raising the camera to his face. “Good. Begin unbuttoning your sweater… yes, look at me, you know the look I want.” He began snapping pictures, moving closer, then to the side, then back a little again, directing her with his words the whole time.

“That’s it, lick your lips. Now lay down on the bed and fluff your hair out behind you… beautiful! Leave it like that… good, now, unbutton your blouse, slowly. Yes, now bring your knees up, and let them fall apart… beautiful!!”

He went over to the bed and helped her take the blouse off, then the skirt, leaving her naked. He stepped back to take more pictures.

“Okay, on your hands and knees… good, cup one of your breasts, yes, with the nipple, like that, good! And turn your ass towards me, let me see it, you little tease, good, legs apart a little more… and put your hand over it… yes, now, the middle finger in… a little more… good girl! Spread yourself open now, show me how pink you are in there, yes!”

He went over to the bed, standing right next to it.