In response to some gentle pleading I've resurrected the next chapter in this series. Hopefully you'll enjoy it even more as the action starts much earlier in the story...
I love playing around with scenarios - imagining something in my mind and then building a story around it. And this story is one of those - I spotted the title of a film on TV the other day and it led my mind to meander and to create some padding of my own - and before long I had a story.
I've no idea if you'll like it - if not, please don't be too rude; enjoy it for what it is - a lighthearted sex romp all in the family.
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In Chapter One I told you all about our decision to create a Family Calendar as a Christmas present to be sent to our various and many relatives.
It was decided that the six members of our family should all share a month or two each with other family members along with several 'whole family' shots while Dad was to be the photographer.
Various ideas were put forward and one in particular stood out - at least among us four children - a nude calendar - cashing in on our parent's having enjoyed a nudist break; on us having watched our parents fucking in a brief video clip and on our own mutual enjoyment of sexual matters.
I planned to extol the idea to my two sisters, but instead they showed me that they were both well up for the idea, even before I suggested it! And when it came to the photo shoots themselves...wellllllll...!
Anyway, off we go again, although I'll just mention that if you read Chapter One first, you'll get up to speed more easily...
And while you're reading this Chapter, I'll be busy completing the Chapters to follow...
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Even before we'd all gathered, Dad had been busy setting up his little photographic 'studio', draping various coloured sheets over furniture; bringing in some Greek-style ornaments from the garden to become props and even placing vases of flowers here and there. He'd obviously been enjoying himself, even if his ideas were a bit off-beat - and certainly not much in line with our plans!
The two girls began verbally pulling apart his ideas as they stood together surveying the scene.
"Oh Dad - that looks so naff," said Angie, pouting prettily, "It'll make me look so old-fashioned."
"Umm Dad," said Liz, sliding her voluptuous form around the 'studio', "It's all very pretty but what are we going to do - just stand there holding a vase or something?"
She wriggled herself around so sensually that I almost felt surprised that Dad didn't jump her on the spot. I was sorely tempted!
"Ahhhh, yes, wondered about that..." said Dad, "Had wondered if we ought to be seen doing something more interesting. Ummmm, what do you suggest then?"
"Angie and I had thought that we don't really need props, what we need to do is to show that we're a happy normal loving family, don't you think?" Liz said.
"What a nice idea!" said Dad as he looked at Mum, who smiled and nodded - she obviously approved.
"So - what then?" asked Dad.
"You said we'd do two people with each shot - one girl and one boy, yeah?" said Liz, "So all we need is the settee and us and perhaps some bits and pieces around us to hide the furniture behind us."
"That would be easier, I must admit," said Mum, now joining in, "And I'll love to be pictured cuddling with my two lads - that would be so lovely."
"Ok - let's try it," said Dad, "So where do we start...best start at the beginning - January, ok?"
"Might as well do that - so what's the grouping going to be?" asked Angie, "Who's in January."
"Actually it'll be the two boys first up," said Dad, chuckling as he consulted his paperwork, "Nice bit of beef to warm the cockles of your hearts, eh?"
There was a collective moan of disappointment as Tim and I separated from the crowd and made our way to the stage, although with Dad there, bustling around rearranging things, there was little chance to settle to a pose yet.
But eventually Dad was ready and Tim and I sat down, both of us looking entirely ill at ease. What the hell were we supposed to do - get into a clinch?
"Ummm," said Mum as she looked on, "This is where we need some props of sorts. Boys - go and get into your outfits."
Temporarily relieved Tim and I leapt up and dashed off to our rooms, soon reappearing in our outfits, as Mum called them. She'd scoured the on-line party shops and come up with two 'uniforms' for us - a pair of torn shorts and a vest for Tim, all complete with a tool belt as originally envisaged and an abbreviated jungle suit for me - very short shorts, long socks and an open shirt, all in camouflage green. I guessed we looked ok, if only in a somewhat dated way...but we'd do for the relatives!
But as we returned to our seat, an animated conversation was going on again.
"But you said we could do nude pictures?" said Liz determinedly, "We'd look so good and I love showing my body off!"
"Not sure we should do that," muttered Dad, unable to look as Liz dropped her skirt, "Hey - what are you doing!"
"Getting ready - why, can't I?" said Liz, "Can't we do two sets - one for the relatives and one for us?"
"Could we darling?" asked Mum, her eyes starting to shine excitedly, "What a good idea!"
Liz, having shown her intent, now pulled her tiny skirt back up, but not before we'd all been able to admire her cute lower half, clad only in a soft pink and minute thong that quite honestly covered sod all!
I felt my cock begin to fill out and hoped that he'd behave himself; a forlorn hope indeed.
Come on boys," said Dad, "Let's have you; how shall we do it?"
"Let's pretend to wrestle," said Tim, desperate to find a solution and Dad was quick to approve.
"Fine, fine, I'll let you decide how to pose then," he said.
But how do you get two strong healthy fit blokes to make themselves look as if they were wrestling on a settee; we felt like a pair of homo lemons!
"Hey - if we're wrestling we'd better change things around a bit," said Tim, standing up, "Come on - let's turn the settee over!"
I saw his plan - we were wrestling so the furniture had to look as if we'd been throwing it around or something...so, ignoring Dad, who stood there dumbfounded, we picked up the settee and turned it on its back. We chucked the cushions around and then arranged ourselves draped over the remains of the settee, our arms locked together, our bodies straining as we seemed to fight for position.
"Hey - that's good!" said Dad as he began to take pictures, "Different - come on Chris, stretch your leg back a bit if you can; Tim, bend your arm more; show off those muscles!"
We posed in various positions, doing our best to look as if we were having fun despite our 'fighting' until, as we glanced towards the camera, there behind Dad was Angie, busy stripping down, her nurses' uniform on the chair beside her! Dad hadn't seen her but we could - her sylph-like figure simply captivating; her breasts, supported on rather than contained within her little bra looked almost childlike; her cute bubble bum wobbled enticingly as she moved showing that she too was wearing a thong that clearly revealed that she'd shaved.
"Concentrate!" said Dad as he worked at the camera, but we couldn't.
"Fuckin' hell," I heard Tim mouth right by my ear, "She looks fuckin' hot!"
"Bloody right she does," I replied, "Puts you right off your work!"
"I'm getting hard!" said Tim suddenly, "Oh fuck - I'm getting hard!"
"Oh shit - don't you start," I moaned, "You'll set me off!"
