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this time kiss it.”

    I pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to the head of my stepbrother’s cock and then got even more daring and twisted my tongue around it, licking him like he was a sucker I wanted to taste. This made him produce even more precum, which I licked up greedily so he wouldn’t get in trouble with Lisa. I heard Kurt’s breathing speed up as I tasted him, and I was tempted to take even more of him in my mouth. Of course, he was too long and thick for me to get him all the way in, but I did the best I could and before I knew it, I was actually bobbing my head and giving him a blowjob. Kurt buried one hand in my hair and watched avidly as his thick shaft slid between my lips, the broad head hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. Through it all, Lisa continued to take pictures of me going down on him, but I was so into the moment I barely heard the clicking of the camera anymore.

    Kurt was groaning deep in his throat, and I felt incredibly powerful, incredibly hot, hearing him gasp and moan as I sucked him. He had always been so annoyingly in control of himself and every situation from the minute I’d met him that it was a real power trip to make him lose that control, even if I did have to suck his cock to do it.

    Oh, my God, sucking his cock. I’m sucking my own stepbrother’s cock! The thought made me stop in midsuck, feeling guilty and wrong, but Lisa was already calling a halt anyway.

    “We have more than enough of that,” she said, fiddling with her camera. “Mel, it’s your turn on the bed. Kurt, get between her legs.”

    I felt incredibly vulnerable as I settled myself on the bed. Kurt seemed to sense my tension because he parted my thighs gently, rubbing up and down my legs with his large, warm hands in long, soothing strokes.

    “It’s okay, Mel,” he murmured. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

    “I know,” I whispered back. “I just…I’ve never really done this before.”

    “And you’re not really going to do it now,” he reminded me. “This is like everything else -- fake. We’re just going to make a pretty picture so whoever reads the book thinks I was really going down on you.”

    “You’re right, I know,” I said. His words both comforted and saddened me, but I didn’t know why.

    “It felt pretty real a minute ago, though,” he admitted, still stroking my thighs as he smiled up at me. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

    I blushed. “Nowhere. It just…seemed like the right thing to do. Did it feel good?”

    “Incredible,” he assured me, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh. “I swear I was right on the edge of coming when she stopped us.”

    “Remember, no cum shots,” I reminded him with a giggle. “That’s why I had to keep sucking you -- you kept making more and more precum. I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

    “Remind me to get in trouble like that more often,” he murmured, grinning up at me.

    “Okay, are we ready?” Lisa bustled up, an entirely new lens on her camera. I was beginning to wonder how many she had.

    “More than ready,” Kurt told her. “What do you want me to do?”

    “Just kiss her to start with,” Lisa directed him. “Spread her legs a little wider so that she opens up a little. We want to show just a hint of clit, I think. Good.” She nodded as Kurt did as she said. “And now, kiss her like you were kissing her mouth,” she continued.

    I had propped myself on my elbows because it made me feel too vulnerable to lay flat on my back, so I was able to watch as Kurt followed her instructions. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my mound where the soft, neatly trimmed thatch of red curls grew. I caught my breath as he lifted his mouth and brushed his lips against the top of my pussy slit, and even lower, gently pressing his mouth to my puffy outer lips.

    “Good.” Lisa’s voice was hushed and even the clicking of her camera seemed muted. “Now spread her open