Guilty as Cousin (Patreon)

When a knock came at Peter’s door late in the afternoon, he hoped it would be Mary Jane, unable to wait until their next date for a go at him. His hopes weren’t dashed, but they definitely went for a loop. It was Mary Jane, but she had another woman with her, so young that Peter wondered if she’d had to take a remedial class at high school or something and this was her lab partner.

“Hiya, Pete,” Mary Jane greeted him cheerfully, barreling into his pad as if he’d ordered out for her. “You remember my cous Kristy? She heard about the pictures you took of me and she wanted to model for you too.”

“Is that right?” Peter asked, looking at the slip of a girl, who didn’t have Mary Jane’s confidence and hadn’t barged in with her. Instead, she nervously waved at Peter. He stepped out of the way and ushered her inside.

She cocked her head to look at him as she passed by, like a small bird watching for a movement in the grass. She didn’t have Mary Jane’s statuesque height or curvaceous proportions, but she had MJ’s arresting prettiness in a sort of egg-wrapped way, like morning dew, like a dark cloud before rain, like the first sizzle of red before sunrise.

She was going to be a heartbreaker, but for now, she was a bird of freckles and puffy pigtails. A dainty, delicate bird that perched wherever she ended up, her straight nose and sharp chin twitching around at whatever caught her attention, her eyes smiling under coke-bottle glasses and her lips closed slightly to leave a little diamond of teeth between the middle of her upper lip and the middle of her lower lip.

It was adorable, but Peter could see it being much more—though maybe that was just him knowing from his experience with MJ what all that cuteness would develop into.

“I didn’t know I photographed you so well last time,” Peter continued. “But I guess I handled you so incredibly that now you think I can take on two girls.”

“That’s it exactly, Peter,” Mary Jane lilted right back, her teasing eyes batting their lashes. “Since both of us know what we’re doing, I thought we could add a virgin to the mix. Kristy’s never modeled before. I figure I’ll show her how to look good and you, oh, remember to take the lens cap off.”

“I’m glad you trust me with the important jobs.”

“I trust you,” Kristy announced. “Mary Jane told me all about what great hands she was in with you. I can’t wait to find out about your hands for myself!”

Peter was speechless at Kristy’s brazenness. Surely she couldn’t mean what she said—and couldn’t be so innocent that she didn’t realize her own innuendo. He wondered how such a pretty girl, capable of such aggression, could still be a virgin. But of course, that was another double meaning, this time coming from Mary Jane.

They were both playing a game and Peter had no idea what it was, but the stirring in his loins overpowered any misgivings about playing. He knew that while MJ’s cousin was certainly off-limits, the lust she inspired would no doubt be put to good use… once Mary Jane had had her fun teasing him with this supposed modeling session, of course.

“Okay then,” Peter said, playing along. “Let’s start with Kristy and I’ll see if I can keep it up with Mary Jane.”

A few minutes later, Peter was setting up his lights to photograph the teenager. She said she was only a few months shy of turning nineteen, but her naturally petite body and girlish hairdo could’ve let her pass for younger.

Peter thought about snapping her with some childish accessories like a lollipop or teddy bear. That might be pushing the gag too far, though. Something told him that Kristy liked to think of herself as just as womanly as Mary Jane—hence why she was modelling right alongside her elder.

“Have you developed my pictures?” Mary Jane asked Peter, supervising how he was lighting her cousin.

Peter pointed into the other room and Mary Jane slunk off to get them, returning at an excited dash.

“Look at these!” she told Kristy, laying out the photographs on a nearby table.

“Oh, look how wide your mouth is here,” Kristy said. As she stared at the pictures, she tried to picture herself in similar poses: sultry and sexual, seducing others the way Mary Jane seduced those who looked upon her. “I wonder if I can get mine as wide open.”

“You’ll find out sooner or later,” Mary Jane assured her. “If you’re lucky.”

“Okay, I’m ready to shoot,” Peter announced.

Kristy hurried back to the center of his studio, under the lights, and fixed her hair after her rush had blown a few strands out of place. “Do I have to wear this?” she asked, picking at the blouse she wore.

“They’re your clothes,” Peter laughed. “If you want to change, change.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Just more time MJ has to spend with me,” he quipped, flashing Mary Jane a grin.

“Okay then,” Kristy said, smiling sensuously, and she unbuttoned her blouse.

“You’re going to do that here?” Peter asked.

“Isn’t this where you want to shoot me?”

“Yeah, but—”

“You’ve taken pictures of my cousin in a lot less, haven’t you?”

“I don’t show those pictures to other people.”

“I told her about them,” Mary Jane said. “She’s family. And that bra still covers more than some of the things Felicia’s worn…”

“Who’s Felicia?” Kristy asked.

“Another model,” MJ explained.

“You let Peter take pictures of other models?”

“As long as he takes more pictures of me. I’m letting him photograph you, remember?” She shot Peter a look. “I am letting you photograph her.”

And they all heard Peter’s camera clicked as Kristy pulled her blouse open, revealing her modest breasts to Peter’s all-consuming photography. Inside a lacy white bra, they looked as sweetly innocent as they were alluring.

“Arch your back, cous,” Mary Jane told her. “Make the best of what you’ve got.”

Kristy obeyed her, thrusting her chest out to Peter as she let her blouse fall away. Then she bent forward, letting her breasts dangle against the confines of her bra before she unsnapped it and let her small boobs fully open into the open.

“Jesus!” Peter exclaimed, seeing her breasts jiggle unrestrained. “MJ, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over her—”

But Mary Jane was unperturbed. “What’s the big deal? We’re all family here. Unless you think this counts as incest…”

“You want me to photograph your cousin naked?” Peter asked her, forced to concede that whatever game MJ was playing, she had more will for it than him.

“Why not, if that’s how she wants to pose? And better my husband do it, and be a perfect gentleman, than some sleazeball who will want her to start sitting on pies next.”

“You can’t be serious,” Peter said, now thinking this was all some prank and here had to be where he called Mary Jane’s bluff—she could not have any more gags planned past this.

“I can’t be? Why? Do you think I can’t compete with her?”

And Peter felt compelled to turn around. Mary Jane had taken off her jacket and without it, it was obvious that she wore no bra under her tight T-shirt. She thrust her chest out, just as she’d ordered Kristy to do, and showed how the buds of her nipples could not be contained by the thin fabric over them.

“I suppose when I know what’s under that T-shirt, there’s no being tempted by someone else.”

Mary Jane shook her head. “You can be tempted. Just remember to be tempted by me more.”

“And to give into temptation,” Kristy added. “As long as you’re with her.”

“I don’t know,” Peter said. “I think this could get me into a habit of resisting temptation. Imagine if I’d done a shoot with you the week after you turned eighteen.”

“That’s why we’re doing this. So Kristy doesn’t have to imagine,” Mary Jane said. “Now take some pictures, before she gets even prettier. I can’t wait until she’s my age and looking back at where the great beauty got her start…”

Focusing again on Kristy, Peter took more pictures of her, not stopping even when she slid off her jeans and stepped out of her panties. When she was completely naked, Mary Jane had her stand in several flattering poses, accentuating her already luscious body.

Kristy soon grew relaxed between Peter’s reassuring manner and Mary Jane’s experienced guidance. Finally she lay on the floor with her thighs opened up, exposing herself to the flash of Peter’s camera like it was a lover, offering Kristy her first experience in the adult world of sexuality…