[b/S] I am my sister's photographer. Update 4 - I will ride this high for a while

I saw my sister again yesterday, I tried my best to write everything down while it's still fresh in my mind. Hope you enjoy!

We agreed to meet directly at the place I mentioned last time. It's been quite cold lately, so I got there earlier to prepare all my equipment and not keep her waiting.

When she arrived and got out of her car, she was fully ready for the set. She had scars all over her face and arms, a split lip and chipped ears. It looks so realistic, she even laughed at how some people she came across got freaked out.

What also caught my eye was how detailed her outfit was. Apparently her friend didn't only have a bow and cloak, but lent her a full medieval-looking ranger cosplay. The issue was that despite how beautiful everything was, it definitely wasn't meant to be worn in the winter.

With that in mind we didn't waste much time and walked to the exact spot where we'd be doing the photoshoot. She quickly went into character and I was immediately transported to a different world. Her natural demeanor was a match made in heaven for her looks. She was stern yet gracious, and the fairly tight fit complimented her toned figure wonderfully.

We were having a lot of fun, but my focus kept drifting. Although we were getting warmer by moving around, I could still at moments see her hardened nipples poke at her shirt.

We tried to get as many shots as we could, but we had to wrap things up pretty quickly. My sister was freezing and we didn't want her to get sick. I took off my jacket, put it over her shoulders and closed it for her, keeping her arms inside. I pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and fixed her hair, bringing a loose strand behind her ear, gently tracing its shape with my finger.

Her red nose and those defenseless eyes that were following my hands melted my heart. I wish I could have kissed her then and there, but I knew what it would cost me. "We gotta get you to the car", I said, trying to snap myself out of it. I put away all my stuff as fast as I could and walked back with her.

I helped her get inside her car and went to turn my own on to heat it up. While we were waiting, I sat with her and let her scroll through the photos we took. She was really happy with the results and was leaning towards me to show the ones she was proud of. As she gently pressed herself against me, I was starting to breathe mechanically, blood rushing to my head. I didn't want to leave this moment, yet after a few minutes, the engines were hot enough and I got ready to make my goodbyes, but stopped me and invited me to her place for a hot drink. There was no way in the world where I'd say no to that, and so I let her lead the way.

As soon as we got to her place, she put me to work with the hot drinks while she went to take a quick shower. My hot chocolates are pretty damn good, but I wasn't expecting her to take advantage of it like that. I was halfway done when she came back to the living room with her hair still wet. She looked so free without all the stuff glued to her face.

She was wearing that blanket she got on Christmas and plopped onto the couch with her laptop in hand. As I sat next to her with the drinks she took a cup from me and told me how grateful she was for everything I was doing for her, and how happy she was to spend time with me. Despite completely agreeing with her, those words had a bittersweet taste. A thought kept creeping into my mind, "why do I have all those feelings for the one person I can't be with?"

I reciprocated the feeling and we went through the rest of the photos, selecting together the ones that she should keep. If there is one thing we have in common, it's definitely our tastes in photography. We were bouncing ideas off of each other so easily that she began working on the photos then and there.

She was about halfway done when we decided to take a break. I could see my sister go to her phone and quickly work on a different photo and it seemed like it was one she took while in the bathroom. I tried to not be too obvious when peeking, but while scrolling through my phone, I saw that she posted to her private story and, connecting the dots together I decided to break the silence. I told her "hey, I know you let me access your private account, but I saw you post more explicit photos to your stories and I wanted to make sure there are no weird vibes since I can see them."

Without any hesitation she replied "If I felt weird about it, you wouldn't even have known this account existed." I can't begin to imagine how hard I was blushing, probably as hard as I was trying to appear calm and collected. But she continued, "I don't know how I'd feel asking you to take those kind of pics for me, but if others can see it, I don't have issues with you viewing them too." In that instant, my soul flew to the moon. It took me everything to stay chill and just nod at this revelation.

After a few hours, it was time for me to go. I was happy with how things went. Laying in bed, our conversation kept playing on repeat. I still don't know exactly how to interpret what she said. Does she not know if she can ask me for help with those photos, or is she simply uncomfortable with that idea? But what I will note is that she's the one who put the question out into the world.

I pulled out my phone and almost rushed to her profile. I could hear my heart knock against my chest. Opening the story, I became completely stunned. She still had her makeup on, but had removed all her clothes, hiding only behind a towel wrapped around her bust. It was a selfie taken from below, making her look all the more imposing, her eyes piercing through the camera, and the ceiling light behind her head was creating almost a hallow. But at the forefront of the image were those breasts, tightly hugged by that simple towel, their shape lifted and curves accentuated. Her beauty was running through my whole body and my mind was going blank.

At this point I have burnt this image into my retina. But in the end, no matter how exhilarating it all feels, I cannot shake off my conflicted thoughts. In the back of my mind, I am still blaming myself for how I see my own sister.

BUT, I'll try not to spoil my own pleasure too much. Regardless of how I rationalize it, I truly feel lucky and will be enjoying this for a while.

Y'all stay beautiful and I'll get back as soon as I have more to share.