model-2

She was sat on the floor at the end of her bed, her dressing gown draped around her. She'd been crying, and still had the tissue in her hands dabbing her eyes, making sure to give me the full show piece.

"Josh" she spluttered "I really don't want to model in this underwear in front of you"

"I don't care what you want" I simply stated "my model has let me down. I have to get this project done. You're my substitute. It's as simple as that" I held up my hands in a surrender gesture as if to say there was nothing I could do.

"Josh!" She cried.

"Are you wearing the underwear set?" I asked her, ignoring her plea.

"Yes!" She whimpered "but I can't wear it in front of you, and especially not let you take pictures of me in it! You're my brother!"

"Makes no difference to me" I shrugged "so the way I see it, it isn't an issue" she held up her hands in a "what the fuck" gesture with a dumb mock offended expression on her face.

"You have two options" I said "you either model for me or you get kicked out and disowned by the family" I stated.

She hung her head between her legs and cried.

"God!" She yelled.

"I'll give you ten more minutes to clean yourself up" I said, walking out of her room and back across the landing to my own.

I sat on my bed, excitement shivering through my body. I knew she was going to do exactly what I wanted. She had no choice. And I loved having this power over her. It gave me quite a semi anticipating what was about to happen, whether she liked it or not... and she wouldn't.

After only a few minutes my door opened and she came in defiantly. I figured she would take this hard stance now. She's so predictable.

"What do you want me to do" she said harshly, not even looking at me. I chuckled.

"Lose the robe, and sit here" I pointed to where I had just been sitting on my bed. I had set up a sort of mock studio in my room. I'd been into photography for years and I had all the best equipment (our parents were well off). My bed was to be the centre stage for what I had planned for her.

She roughly whipped open her robe and through it off to the floor, stomping over to my bed she sat hunched over on the edge not even pretending to attempt to do this properly, as I knew she would.

The underwear was incredible. I'd longed to see her in it ever since I'd found it in her drawer when she was out one particular evening. My sister's body was what you might call perfection. She had long brown hair and a petite frame, very shapely in all the right places. Her arse was phenomenal (which she did her best to hide as she stalked past me), very smooth and firm. Not a trace of cellulite, and her breasts were large and pear drop shaped. They hung beautifully in the sheer black bra and I could see her dark pink nipples through the fine material before she folded her arms in front of her, sulking.

I ignored her sulky demeanour and immediately set to work. I pulled her arms apart and put her hands either side of her on the bed.

"Hey!" She yelled. I pretended not to notice and continued. I pulled one of her legs up and crossed it over the other.

"Pose!" I bluntly stated "or this isn't working, is it?!" I spat, ensuring that she knew I meant business.

Her stance softened a little as she realised she was going to have to give me what I wanted. Reluctantly she stayed in the position I'd placed her, hanging her head to one side, sniffling pathetically.

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