Vacation Pt. 02: The Photo Shoot

"What the fuck!" Emily shouted.

The deafening silence weighed on me so hard I felt like it was constricting my lungs. Words eluded me. I continued to sit there on my knees, mouth agape, with my hand caught in the cookie jar.

I never bothered to come up with a good excuse for why I was currently rummaging through their fridge; as if there was a good excuse for breaking into someone's apartment. So after sitting there like a deer in the headlights for long enough, I decided I needed to come clean.

"I'm sorry Emily. There was an extra key on the counter when we swung by earlier and I kept it because I wanted to try some alcohol." Goddamn, that was painful to admit.

Emily just stood there staring at me with those piercing eyes of hers. Almost as if she was a mother deciding what punishment she was going to cook up for her unruly child. Then, out of nowhere, here demeanor changed. Emily burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Her laugh was so loud and shrill it didn't even sound like it could come out of a person that small.

I had no idea if I should be laughing along with her or if I should still be scared for my life. With Emily, you never knew. Figuring her out was like trying to solve a puzzle you lost pieces to. Right when you think you've figured her out, you realize you never had the full picture to begin with.

Wasn't she just pissed a second ago? Her volatile mood shifted faster than I could even understand it sometimes. I was never able to get a read on her ever-changing demands even when we used to play together as children. She loved staying one step ahead of people.

"You're really trying to steal wine from our fridge," She said between spurts of wild screeches.

"You realize we would've just given you some right? Did you have to be a creep about it?"

I avoided her gaze as shame and stupidity made their way back to the forefront of my mind. I really should've just asked, but to be fair I never really been in a situation where an adult would give it to me. Especially with my mom around.

"Can I give it a try then?"

She noticed me getting up and slammed the door behind her. Her face is still bright red even though her laughter was finally starting to subside.

"Of course you can dumbass," She said while still chuckling slightly. Frantically trying to control her breath. "Look I didn't mean to laugh at you. Sit down and I'll pour you a glass."

"Alright. I honestly can't tell the difference between these anyways," I sighed.

Emily pushed past me and bent down to inspect the contents of the fridge like I just was a minute ago. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Which offered me a nice view of Emily on her knees.

Emily grabbed the bottle of wine I was looking at, inspected it, then gave a nod of approval.

"For a guy whose never drank, you did pick a good Merlot," she said in a way that sounded sarcastic and complimentary at the same time. She set the bottle on the counter and began to peel off the junk at the top. The way she effortlessly pulled it off gave me the impression she's done this hundreds of times before.

"Have you ever drank?" She asked, waking me from yet another daydream.

"No. My mom would never let me. Plus my friends at school have similar parents so we never really have a chance too."

"It must suck to have a mom who won't let you do anything. Mine was always encouraging me to try new things."

She let out another laugh. "You're lucky I'm here. I bet you wouldn't have a clue how to use this," she joked as she turned around and dangled a weird metal instrument in front of my face.

"Looks like a surgical instrument more than a bottle opener," I quipped. Emily chuckled as she turned back around and placed the instrument at the top of the bottle. At least I got her to laugh at something other than my embarrassment.

It is a shame we never got to see each other as much during high school. When we used to play together we had a very similar sense of humor. We would joke around about action figures, Pokémon cards, and whatever other nerdy interests we shared. Once she hit puberty, all that changed. Her interest in boys and parties superseded any interest she used to have in my action figures. Since I'm younger I know I wouldn't have been able to keep up with her. Maybe it was for the best.

"To the untrained eye I can see how it would look that way," the cork stuck inside the bottle was expertly released and she began pouring the blood-red liquid into some fancy glasses she found in the cabinet. I have no clue how much wine you're supposed to pour into a glass like that, but Emily seemed to be pouring quite liberally. Especially for a girl of her size. With her tolerance, I'm sure she could drink me under the table.

"Let me know how it tastes," She said as she handed me the catalyst of my undoing.

"I don't think I would've poured this much for myself," I mentioned hesitantly.

She rolled her eyes and took a large gulp from her glass. Peacocking like a frat boy at a tailgate.

"Promise me you'll use this time to cut loose a little alright. College is going to smack you right in the fucking face if you're not ready for it."

"What do you mean? I'm the valedictorian of my class! Of course I'll be ready!"

"Not like that idiot. Everyone knows you're going to do well in school. I'm talking about going to parties, making friends, maybe if you're lucky talking to some girls." She shot me an inquisitive look while saying the last part. Doing her best to examine my reactions like she was a scientist and I was her latest subject of interest.

"Well, I've never partied the way you've partied for sure. I've seen your snapchat stories."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, back on the defensive.

I took a sip and let it dance around on my tongue for a second. I imagined that it would be sweeter, to be honest. It's going to be something that grows on me though.

"It's not bad. To be honest, I thought it would taste more like grape juice," I hoped this didn't make me sound stupid.

She let out another chuckle. "That's the alcohol. It's funny because this is supposed to be a sweeter Merlot than most."

"I'll just have to get used to it I suppose."

"If you get too used to it your mom will kick your ass."

I finally let out a chuckle. I can't tell if it was the wine or Emily's company or both, but I'm finally starting to relax.

"I'm not going to let you weasel your way out of telling me what you meant about my snap stories James." She said with a giggle. A specific giggle that I recognized from her snapchat stories.

Even though we haven't been close over the years, we followed each other on nearly every social media platform we had. Her Instagram was where she stored her collection of high-quality modeling pictures, her Facebook was mostly dormant now besides the occasional birthday post, but her snapchat was where she was at her most casual. Probably because she didn't let most of her family follow her on snapchat. Every weekend her snapchat would display her most recent party stories. All so unhinged and vulgar than even Lisa wouldn't be comfortable with their contents.

I have to say, they were always entertaining. She would regularly post videos of herself drunk at pool parties with her gaggle of sexy ASU cheerleader friends or of herself going to clubs all over the country. Always wearing outfits that might even make Aunt Lisa blush. In most of them, she would be giggling throughout the entire video. I'm not going to lie, it's really cute.

Every time I saw that she posted a story I would drop what I was doing and watch them religiously. Telling myself that I was just keeping in touch with a family member. But deep down I had always been pining for her. Envious of every guy that made an appearance in her stories just because I wished that it could be me traveling the world, living the high life, and probably spending the night in her bed. But of course, I couldn't wear desires like that too openly on my sleeve. They usually remained buried deep inside my psyche, but the wine seemed to be refreshing my memory of those unholy desires.

"Let's just say you always look like you're having a little too much fun," I said trying my best to be slick. Leaning forward to assert a little dominance of my own.

"Do you have a problem with that, or are you just jealous?"

"I'm absolutely jealous! There's no way I would be able to afford to go on trips like that all the time! I don't have the luxury of being as attractive as you! Most of us have to work for a living!"

Emily shrugged. "I know everyone doesn't have the same opportunities as me, but you can't knock me for making the best of it. Even if it doesn't pan out long term I'm still taking online classes, so it's not like I'm doing nothing."

"That's true. I admire that you're able to pull it off honestly."

We both sipped on our wine for a moment. Letting our conversation simmer like a hardy stew.

"You know what?" She asked

"What?" I answered with uncertainty

"You helped me with the sunscreen earlier. I wonder if you could help me with something else now."

"Help with what," I responded as Emily gracefully set down her empty glass of wine and moved towards her suitcase on the floor. Bending over to grab something out of the bag, which immediately reignited the perverted thoughts that continuously swirled through my head. She stood up and displayed an expensive-looking camera.

"I want you to help me take some pictures for Instagram," She demanded while pushing the camera into my hands. "You'll see that there's a lot more that goes into my career than meets the eye."

"I've never even used a camera like this. I don't know if I'll be able to do this correctly," I reasoned.

"You had never given anyone a massage either right?"

"Right, but I don't think that..." She cut me off.

"Just point and shoot Sherlock. I want to get these done before I get too drunk," She said with authority as she flung sliding door to the balcony open. Welcoming the warm sea breeze and the radiant sunlight into the room. I had only been sipping on the wine, but I could already feel a buzzing sensation in my head. Which somehow made the sunlight feel even better on my skin than it did before. I could understand how a lifestyle filled with sunshine and breathtaking views could be so intoxicating to a person like Emily.

Willing to try my hand at something new for the second time that afternoon, I followed Emily out onto the balcony. I found her staring off into the horizon like I had been earlier, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of our scenery. Emily seemingly contemplating the combination of camera angle and background that would get her the most likes judging by her speculative gaze.

"Let's do it like this," she said as she continued to look out over the balcony, "you get down on one knee and get me looking out at the beach. Make sure you get the ocean in the background." She arched her back and leaned against the railing more. Giving me a perfect view of her toned ass.

I moved into position and focused my camera on her slender frame. I must admit, she knows which angles will get men going. The way she arched her back towards me and swayed back and forth for me was incredible. It's an invitation that my camera and I would do our best to capture. I channeled my perverted thoughts into art as I did my best to capture the sex appeal Emily was flaunting before me.

"I think these look good," I quickly said while handing over the camera for Emily to inspect my work.

She smiled slightly and coyly looked at me "You really are a man of many talents. It's a shame these pictures are missing something."

"Missing what? They look amazing to me," I realized what I said and blushed a bit while avoiding her gaze.

"I'm glad you're a fan, James. But they need a little more pizzazz. A little intrigue," she said with a giggle. She handed the camera back to me and took her position on the railing of the balcony once again. Only this time, she slowly undid the knot on her back holding her top in place. Removing it and then tossing it to the side with a decisive flick of her wrist. Inviting me once again to admire the beautiful curves of her body.

She was right, this set of pictures were bound to captivate the men of Instagram's imaginations much more than the first set. That minor change highlighted her spontaneous, carefree nature perfectly. It made her even more irresistible in my eyes.

"How about these?" I asked as I held out my arm to give her the camera, but trying my best to face away from her so I wouldn't get caught staring at her perfect, perky breasts out of modesty.

"Don't tell me this is the first time you've seen tits before," she said as she exposed herself fully to me. Daring me to take another peek.

"Umm... No this is the first time I've seen any in person."

"That's what family is for," she winked and glided back into her previous position against the rail. Shifting her weight slightly so that I could get a different view of her ass.

"Take a couple more while I try some different poses."

I crouched to my knees once again to attempt to capture the sexual energy that Emily radiated. She is right, her tight ass and bare back were turning me on. All I could think about was whipping out my cock, pulling her panties to the side, and taking her right there on the balcony. Not even caring about who saw. I couldn't think of anything else. My animalistic instinct to breed was consuming every other desire I had. My inhibitions slowly eroded with every new pose Emily would showcase in front of me. She remained on the railing facing out towards the beach, but she was shaking her ass slowly from side to side. Pausing momentarily so I could take a picture before she rocked back into a new pose.

Each pose sunk me deeper and deeper under her spell. I could feel myself becoming hypnotized by her incredible figure swaying back and forth like it was a watch being dangled in front of my face. Bewitched by her beauty.

"How do they look?" Emily asked after a moment.

Her words jarred me out of my trance. To be completely honest, I hadn't even taken that many pictures of her. I was so enchanted by her striptease that I became more of an admirer than an active participant in this process. I handed her the camera again to inspect my work, hoping that she would enjoy the few pictures I did bother taking.

"These will be perfect for Instagram, but let's take a couple more." She moved closer to me. We were inches apart. Just think about anything else! Puppies, football, the beach, anything to keep me from getting an obvious boner in front of my sexy, topless cousin!

"Alright..." I said meekly while avoiding her gaze.

She didn't move back to the railing as she had before. My modesty forced me to look down and away while I waited for her to turn around. But that didn't happen.

"Why do you keep looking away? Didn't you realize every girl has tits? It's natural. No need to be ashamed of your... impulses," I got the confidence to look at her once again, but to my surprise, she didn't meet my gaze.

She was fixated on my crotch. Staring at it longingly.

"Impulses huh," I said while admiring her breasts.

"I noticed how much you enjoyed groping me at the pool earlier. Was that the first time you've touched a woman James?"

"Well yes. But I didn't mean to grope you!"

"We both know that's not true. Aunt Lisa told us about what you were trying to hide earlier. You're trying to hide it now."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as she stepped closer.

"Aunt Lisa told me she felt how... gifted you are," She grabbed the inside of my thigh with her petite hands. Gently rubbing me while pressing her breasts against my chest. I didn't stop her. I tried to think but all the blood had already left my brain to rush somewhere else. I could feel the rhythmic thumping of her heart through my chest. I felt her increasing excitement. She felt so good pressed against me.

She moved her hand slowly up my leg until I felt her press against my crotch and rub the outline of my dick through my shorts. The unexpected pressure sent my body into overdrive.

"Oh my God," a look of surprise filled her face, "Lisa was right. You are gifted."

"Emily we're cousins, we shouldn't be doing this," I said halfheartedly. Knowing I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I wanted to.

"We're only taking pictures James, no shame in hiding it," Emily said as she moved back to the edge of the balcony. Facing me this time, leaning back against the railing.

"Take some pictures of me like this James." She asked while biting her bottom lip. Her eyes still fixed on my package.

"Wait, you can't post any of these on Instagram because you're naked!"

"These aren't for Instagram. They're just for you," she said as she massaged her nipples. Emily went from acting like a flirt to acting like a bitch in heat and I was loving every second of it.

At this point, I had no reason to argue with her. I'm thoroughly enjoying the show she's putting on for me. Having a girl like Emily look at me like I was her newest toy got me going. I should consider myself lucky and roll with whatever happens next.

"Sure thing your majesty." I joked as I set the camera down. Wanting to admire the show she was putting on for me more than I wanted to capture it now.

Emily playfully covered her breasts with her hands as she posed once again. Playing with them in the same way I wish I was. Emily blew me a kiss then pirouetted to her side and popped her ass back out at me. This time looking over her shoulder and giving me a sly, devious look. Making it very obvious that she wanted my cock.

She continued to twirl around, trying pose after pose. Each pose sexier than the last. With each move, I coveted her more and more. She bent over forward, hands still pressed against her breasts. Pushing them up to show me the maximum amount of cleavage she could while still covering her nipples. While maintaining eye contact she gave me a wink and then licked her lips. Teasing me. Eyeing me like she was a starving lioness and I was a thick cut of steak.

Her hands moved away from her breasts and she began toying with her panty line. Pulling them down slightly with her thumb, exposing the vanilla skin that would usually be untouched by the sunlight. A special treat just for me. She bit her lip while staring at me. Her thumb playfully exposed more of herself to me.

I moved my hand to my cock and absentmindedly slipped my shorts down. Gently stroking myself while I continued to enjoy her beauty.

Emily reciprocated. Her hand moved her panties aside to reveal her gorgeous pussy. One hand began slowly massaging her clit while her other hand pinched and rubbed her nipples. I need to fuck her. We're both too turned on! We didn't need to deny ourselves pleasure just because society said that our intimacy would be wrong. To hell with them! We both have needs, and we can satisfy them together.

"Do you like this James?" Emily inquired.

"I love it."

We locked eyes. Neither of us could contain ourselves anymore. Realizing it was time for action, Emily quickly walked back over to me. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. I fully embraced her and pressed my rock hard cock against her soft skin. She took notice and slid a hand down to clinch me in her velvet grip. Gently stroking me while we remained locked in our embrace. I grasped her firm ass just like I had earlier by the pool. Only this time I felt confidence surge through me that I didn't feel before.

Eager to return the favor, I slipped two of my fingers underneath her panties. Using the masseuse knowledge I picked up about 30 minutes ago, I began to massage her shaved pussy. Emily was already soaking wet. Her body was begging me to go further. My fingers dipped into her warm honey pot and I began to stir.