When I came home from work the next evening, my plan was to immediately rush to the bathroom and take a massive piss, but to my surprise I heard Elena taking a shower, her music playing from her speaker over the sound of the water.
I didn't care – I had to go. I was about to let loose.
From my room, I opened the door slightly while knocking. "Hey cousin?!" I yelled over the music.
"Yeah?!" she yelled from in the shower, surprised to hear me come in.
"Sorry to bother you when you're in here, but I really,
really
take a piss. You mind if I go real quick?!"
"Yeah, go ahead. Just don't flush!!"
I hurriedly closed the door and zipped over the toilet, which was right next to – not even a foot away from – the front end of the shower. My shower curtain was dark blue so I couldn't see through it, but knowing she was completely nude just behind it, a foot away from me as I whipped my dick out and started peeing, gave me a special kind of horny chills.
"So, uh, how'd your shoot go today? Where was it, the waterfalls?" I asked while urine poured out from my dick.
"Yeah! It went really well. The photographer was so nice!"
Through the small crack between the edge of the shower curtain and the wall, I saw the skin of the side of body as she turned around to presumably rise her hair off.
She continued, "I can show you the photos after I'm out!"
"Sounds good!"
I finished up my piss as quick as I could as not to overstay my welcome. Maybe I'd see what I really wanted to see later in these waterfall photos.
About fifteen minutes later she emerged from the bathroom as I was sitting on the couch reading over papers I needed to look at for my work. She was wearing only a towel around her body, and another around her head to support her extremely long hair. "Here, I'll get my computer real quick."
She grabbed it from her room and sat down on the couch next to me.
"Be careful you don't drip." I said to her.
"I know, I'll be quick. Sorry."
She put an SD card into her computer and a bunch of tiny thumbnails came up – probably 50 or so. She started at the beginning.
"So obviously these are unedited, but I think the raw images still look great. This was the first outfit we did." she said.
She was wearing a plain wait dress that was sticking to her skin because of the water coming down from the falls. It fit her form perfectly. She was (sadly) wearing a bra underneath, but the outline was sticking out like a sore thumb.
"This was the second."
The second outfit was what I guess you could call booty short and a really tight t-shirt. This time she wasn't wearing a bra and in any shot from a front angle you can clearly see her nipples poking through her shirt. I chose to say nothing, as she seemed to not care very much.
The next was a black bra with a tiny black skirt. There was one shot where she was lifting her leg up against the rock so high that I thought I could see a bit of vag, but maybe I was looking too hard.
"What are these for?" I asked.
"Some kind of photography contest. I don't know. Honestly I don't really care what it's for as long as I get paid and it's more photos for my profiles, ya know?"
The final outfit was – well barely an outfit at all – just simply a red bikini bottoms. No top. The was 4 photos.
First was her laid back against a rock in the background, with her arms crossed over her breasts, looking away from the camera. Second was a full profile shot, her standing up looking sensually straight at the lens, arms crossed again over her breasts. Even compressed under her arms, I was here again reminded how perfect they are – completely round and the perfect size for handfuls. Third photo was a super wide shot, with her sitting on the edge of a rock, her hands resting behind here, but the glare from the sun blocking her breasts. Then the final shot was from behind – her leaning against a rock with the edge of the waterfall dripping down her back, her arms positioned just so that you can see a large amount of side boob but no nipple, and she was looking back at the camera over her shoulder smiling.
"Jeez, cuz, these are pretty risqué. I didn't know you'd do these kind of shots." I said not so calmly.
"Hey, comes with the job, I guess."
"You're almost completely naked!"
"Yeah, well, that's why we only did
one
of this one."
Then she clicked over to the last image, in which she
was
completely naked. It was a photo from behind – a wide shot of the waterfall on the right and my beautiful cousin on the left – bare naked from head to toe, her exposed water droplet-covered ass in full view with the rest of her body. Her left breast – but no nipple – was sticking out from the side as she raises her arms above her head.
We both laughed. Her because she thought the situation was funny, myself because I was slowly losing control of my contained horniness.
I said in jest, "People who look at your portfolio are gonna see a lot of your butt."
"I know, haha. I had that thought too. The photos are so good though."
She stood up from the couch and put her laptop down where she was sitting, leaving that image of her naked backside in my peripherals.
She took the towel off her head and bent all the way over – her front to me – to scrub dry her hair, giving me a big ol' eyeful of cleavage.
She said as she scrubbed her hair, "I'm thinking about setting about a website. Or a model mayhem. Or something to help get my name out there. So far it's all just been instagram and Twitter."
"I could help with that."
"You think?" she replied as she finished with her hair scrub and stood back up and looked at me.
"Hell yeah, making a basic portfolio website is easy. I can do it in a couple minutes."
And so we made her website. Over the next couple days when more edited photos came in, we made a slideshow homepage with all of her photos – from Ed Hardy ads to naked waterfall shoots – moving in and out gently. She was very happy with it, which made me very happy.
Fast forward a couple days. We're both sitting around the apartment not doing anything in particular. I come out of the shower and emerge into the living room in just my boxer shorts to see her sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I know she had never seen me in my underwear before as an adult, and I wanted to see how she'd react. She looked surprised at first, but the respectable woman she is, she didn't have a comment.
As I walked over to the fridge I casually asked, "Hey, uh, feel like doing some shooting tonight? I got an idea for a set while I was in the shower."
