Double Exposure

"I know you won't," I sighed returning my attention to the road. It was a good thing too, as a sharp turn was just ahead. I applied pressure to the brake, though not nearly enough. As we rounded the turn, it felt like gravity pulled at our sides.

"Easy there, Captain," Mom said as she gripped the armrest tightly.

Suddenly, a loud CLANG burst from the back as my equipment banged together followed by the sound of metal rolling around. Something came loose.

"Shit!" I chastised myself. "Kelly can you check to see what that was?"

Kelly rolled her eyes and unclasped her seatbelt.

"Fine," she said. "But try not to stare at my ass."

"No promises," I joked at first but then the rearview mirror earned its name.

There, in the back seat was the surprisingly perfect ass of my sister, framed by her black yoga pants. The bumps in the road spoke to the firmness as she reached for an unknown object. The fabric stretched tightly across her skin, hugging the curve of her buttocks which left me to wonder why there was no panty line.

As if sensing my eyes, she peered back over her shoulder and spotted me in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and then wiggled her ass. What a little tease.

"Jason," I heard from my right. "If it's not too much trouble, do you mind keeping your eyes on the road."

"Sorry Mom," I said. "But she's-"

"And Kelly, stop teasing a brother."

Kelly returned to her seat. "Okay Mom," she mumbled. Looking back up to the mirror, she stuck out her tongue.

"Everything okay in the back?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I think it was your tripod that fell over. A knob thing came off and was rolling around," she said while holding up the part. "I'll fix it when we get there."

"How much longer is that?" Mom asked.

"Actually, here we are." I said as we pulled off the highway onto a tiny road leading down to the beach.

The beach was spectacular. Large rocks carved into bulbous and jagged shapes defied the waves that beat against them. The surf was choppy, topped with a mist that a strong breeze blew off the tops of the waves before they crashed. Salt lay heavy in the air, fresh and clean and the temperature was just below what would be considered hot. It looked to be a perfect day.

We unpacked quickly, trying to save as much light as we could. I carried the bulk of the equipment; which was primarily the dressing room kit, two large duffle bags, and both my digital and film SLRs. Kelly carried the clothes and Mom just carried a makeup kit for touchups. Had there been anyone to see us, I'm sure we would have been quite the troop as we marched our way along the sand.

"Oh wow, Jason," Kelly said in awe. "This is so beautiful."

I smiled. "Thanks, Sis." I pointed up the hill back towards the car. "The campsite we used to stay at was up over there." I turned to Mom. "Damn, that must have been, what, twelve years ago?"

"Fifteen," she said without looking up. "I almost forgot about it." Mom seemed to laugh as if lost in a memory as she watched the thundering waves.

"Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," Kelly said, trudging along ahead, leaving Mom and me behind.

The wind billowed through the air, forcefully pushing against us. I couldn't help but chuckle hoping they didn't spend too much time working on Mom's hair. I turned to ask her when I noticed she was lost in thought.

"Hey Mom," I began. "Doing alright?"

"Hmm?" she said turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Just thinking."

I smiled. "No worries. How you feeling?"

She scrunched her nose. "A bit nervous, actually. I hope they turn out good."

"Hey, between her clothes, my skills, and your looks; we're gonna blow it away. Don't even stress."

"I know," she said looking down. "It's just... never mind." She shivered, snapping herself out of her train of thought. "So... any pointers?"

"About what? Modeling?"

"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she said. I remembered now who I got my sarcasm from.

"Oh, okay. Fuck off then," I joked watching her eyes and smile grow big in shock.

"Watch your mouth, young man!" she said laughing as she smacked me in the arm.

"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I said.

"No, I said it's okay for your sister. Never said it was okay for you, Buster," she teased. "Now come on now, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before so what do you suggest I do?"

I shrugged. "Honestly, nothing too far outside of the norm. We aren't going for posh, or glamour; that's not this style. We are going for fun, sassy, with a little bit of sexy." I said showing an inch between my fingers. "I've actually been thinking about it and I think you've the perfect personality to showcase with this line up so basically, just be yourself."

She raised an eyebrow. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"

I laughed. "Oh we will be doing poses. Just do what you feel inclined to do. Go with your impulse first. If need be, I'll guide you."

She stared into my eyes and sighed. "Okay Mr. Director. I'm all yours," and she smiled.

Kelly turned around as if sensing a lull in the conversation. "So where are we going to do this?"

"Just up ahead. There's this really nice cove around that bend I think would work well."

As we made the turn, the wind almost died as we came upon an incredibly secluded section to an incredibly secluded beach, framed by a large rocky cliff holding the mountain back from the ocean. Large, shimmering boulders lay in the wake firing off immense pillars of water as the waves crashed.

"Oh my God! This is perfect!" chimed my sister, her eyes sparkling.

I smiled back. "Glad you like it. Let's get set up. We got a lot to do with little daylight left."

It didn't take us that long to get all squared away. We set up the dressing room which was quick and easy, and even went as far as to weigh it down with some loose rocks. The wind had picked up and the last thing we wanted was to go chasing into the ocean to grab some shower curtains. Kelly set up her temporary garment rack right next to the room, making sure that all of the dresses and suits were not wrinkled and were ready to wear.

"Okay Mom, here's your first look," Kelly said as she handed her a red polka dot summer dress. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."

Mom smiled and went into the changing room. As she got ready, I inspected my equipment.

"Damnit. Looks like the tripod's busted after all," I said in as I tossed the unit on the sand.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Kelly asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. Probably really wasn't needed anyway, but I always like to have my options. I can fix it back at the studio." I grabbed my Digital. "Almost ready?"

As if on cue, Mom emerged from the dressing room with a "Ta-da!"

I couldn't help but whistle. The dress was adorable, sleeveless and with the skirt falling just below the knee and an almost too deep V for the neck line. At first glance, it seemed a little conservative, and yet, somehow, it crossed the line into flirty. She almost appeared to be painted on a B52.

"So," she said while walking up. "How do you want me?"

"You just do your thing," I said. "You're at the beach. Go play."

With a tilt of her head, she smiled, winked, and then took off running through the shallows, leaving trails of sand and water flying in her wake.

"Oh shit," I said running after her furiously clicking away while Kelly laughed and prepared the next look.

It was one of the best times I've ever had on a shoot. She was an absolute natural with an uncanny ability to switch from pose to pose with ease. We got action shots and power poses and sultry seduction. She'd lay in the sand or jump in the air. Distant shots of her standing on the cliff's edge, or close-ups of her biting her lip while staring at the camera. We went from one dress to another to another and more still. Blouses, skirts, boy and Bermuda shorts. We were like a machine, power changing and clicking away. It was without a doubt the best time I ever had on that beach.

"Good news Big Brother, first looks are done!" Kelly exclaimed as she walked up to me as I reviewed the pictures on the camera.

"That's awesome!" I said looking up. "We got some really solid ones I think you're gonna love." I examined my watch. "Looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."

"Sure thing," she said. Something was on her mind.

"She changing?" I asked.

Kelly nodded. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first Swimsuit. And actually, about that..."

I powered the camera off. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit?"

"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."

"Then what is it? It's too skimpy for mom?"

"Well, no. I mean yes it's pretty revealing, but she doesn't seem to have an issue with wearing it. It's just... She didn't shave down there." Kelly waved her hand in front of her lady parts.

I blinked. "Come again?"

"Look, she's a little embarrassed about it. I told her you can probably fix it when you edit the photos."

"How bad is it?"

She tapped her foot. "I don't think she's ever done it, to be honest. I mean, it's nicely trimmed, but it's still puffing the fabric and... Do you want to see? It's kinda weird with me describing it."

"You think me studying Mom's crotch is less weird?"

She shrugged and laughed. "I really don't know." She looked at me. "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look." She turned and began walking away.

"Whoa! Wait a second!" I said chasing after her but she was already there.

"Mom it's me. Jason's here and I told him about the situation." Kelly said looking at me.

"Oh great," Mom said through the curtain.

Kelly indicated I should speak.

I looked at my sister and shook my head. "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Kelly's saying you're concerned about... Look, we're adults, at least you and I are." Kelly scoffed at my remark. I continued, "Do you want me to take a quick look."

She hesitated. "I don't know."

I shrugged, looking at Kelly. "You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some really solid ones. Let's call it a wrap and finish the rest next week."

"No-no-no-no-no!" Kelly stammered. "I can't do that, these need to be in by Tuesday."

"Sorry Kiddo," I said to Kelly.

We heard Mom sigh. "Honey, it's fine. I'll just take care of it in here. Do you have any scissors or something?"

"Yeah, I have-" Kelly's eyes went wide. "Shit," she said scurrying to her kit. "God damn it!" She began to rip through her tiny pink bag.

"Kelly, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm an idiot, that's what," she said. She stopped and looked up at me. "I fucking left them on the counter."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Her lips tightened. "Yup," she nodded. "I remember setting them down after final touch ups." She laughed at herself. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. Fucking rookie."

Mom's voice carried over to us again. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can just tuck it in or something." I had to shake my head. Never thought the three of us would be having a critical conversation about Mom's pubic hair.

Now, don't ask me how, but for some reason that sparked an idea.

"Oh shit," I said softly. "I think I got something."

Kelly looked up, deflated.

"What?"

"I got a bag in my car."

"You carry scissors with you?"

"No," I said. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."

Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Sorry. That's what my college buddies called it." I shook my head. "I got an overnight bag with a shaving kit. It might be a little closer than what you prefer Mom, but I think it will take care of our little problem."

Kelly's eyes sparkled. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," I turned to the changing room. "Would you be okay with that Mom?"

It was somewhat odd asking your mother if she would have any qualms with an impromptu pussy shave. What an interesting day.

I could hear her sigh, then "I guess we don't really have a choice."

Kelly's smile lit up her face. "Mom, you are the freakin' best!" she chimed. "I'm gonna go grab the kit," she said as she turned.

A sudden flash of realization hit me. I kept more in that bag than a shaving kit.

"Kelly," I started, "Why don't you let me-"

"I got it, Jason," she said. "I should take some stuff up to the car anyway. I'll be back in a jiffy." She grabbed a bundle of clothes and started trotting up to the car.

"Kelly!" I said as I attempted to catch up with her. "That's not the only thing I keep in the bag. It's an overnight kit."

She stopped and turned back smirking. "Really now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let me just-"

"Oh no," she said. "I got it. You stay with Mom and make sure you get the settings ready."

Though I had nothing but time to kill and the settings were locked, I knew I couldn't talk her out of it.

I shook my head as I handed her the keys. "Should be under the passenger seat. Little black bag."

"Nice," she beamed. "Be right back."

In less than five minutes, she was back, running up like she was clearing home plate after a grand slam.

"She still in there?" she asked.

"No Honey," Mom said as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Getting a little claustrophobic."

"No worries, Mom." She held up the kit, a small black bag half the size of a shoebox. "Guess what I got?"

Mom eyed the bag with her hands on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she said rich with sarcasm. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers drummed against her hips. "... I've never really shaved myself before."

Kelly and I tilted our heads. To be honest, I had no response. It never even occurred to me in this situation to ask her experience level.

"Really?" Kelly asked. "Not even in college?"

Mom shook her head. "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." She waved her hand over her privates. I chuckled knowing now where Kelly gets these gestures.

"Wow, Mom," Kelly said. "You're a little more reserved than I thought. Not even a wax?"

"No, I've done that, but it's not an option right now is it?" she said.

"I guess not," Kelly sighed. "So do you want me to do it?"

My face had to look dumbstruck. What in God's name is going on here?

"Oh no, Kelly. That's quite alright. I just need to know... you know what? Forget I said anything. Gimme the kit." Mom reached out.

"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind. I mean I'd rather do it for you than have you accidentally cut yourself out here."

"Kelly..." Mom started.

My sister tucked the kit under her arm. "Tell you what; let's just go over behind those big rocks there near the water. We will have some nice privacy and Jason will stay way the hell away. You can do most of it, but I will be there to help for the tough spots."

Mom looked to me.

I shrugged and waved them away. "Hey, you girls do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."

Mom looked down and shook her head.

"Oh fuck it," she said. "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two." She pointed a stern finger at my sister and I as she walked behind the rocks.

"Scouts honor," I called out watching my sister skip off behind her.

I tried to busy myself checking and double checking cameras and settings. The lenses were ready and clear. The ISO was perfect. Plenty of room left my memory card. It had now become blatantly obvious that all I have now been doing was killing time. Problem is, that's what I needed to do. I needed to kill time, toll away moments, because any time I stop for a second, my mind instantly went to what was happening on the other side of those rocks. And with the way the day had turned out, dark thoughts corrupted my imagination.

My mother, more than likely laying down in the sand, or perhaps sitting on a large rock, her legs spread and bathing suit bottoms removed. Her eyes fixed on my sister between her thighs. Kelly's fingers holding tight the sensitive skin of Moms loins. I imagine her face close enough to smell the woman that she is. A razor gently sliding through the foam on her soft skin in hushed scrapes.

They say nothing. Eyes fixed on the task. Their breaths become deep. Long. Kelly's face is so close. Her mother's vagina a handful of inches away. She can see the glimmer of moistness shine across her lips as they begin to slowly part with each heartbeat. It's as if it is calling to her, welcoming her inside.

Kelly stares transfixed, inching closer and closer. Mom's scent washes over her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Kelly's mouth grows dry as her breath grows hotter, billowing across our mother's most private skin, funneling up to her moist, sensitive vagina and blowing across her shimmering clitoris. Deep and dark waves of pleasure bring goosebumps to their skin.

Slowly, Kelly's tongue snakes out from between her dry lips and pushes forward, begging to taste the salty flesh...

"Hey Jason! Are you asleep?" Kelly called out.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the present. What the hell was that?

"Shit! Sorry," I said shaking my head. "All done?"

Kelly was walking up to me with Mom's towel draped over her arm.

"Yes Sir!" she chimed with a wide grin. Her cheeks and skin were bright red. "That was so wild. I've never studied a vagina that close for so long. Got to say, Moms got a nice little cunt."

If I were drinking anything, I would have choked.

"Jesus, Kelly!" I exclaimed.

"What? She does."

"I'm gonna add that to the list of weird shit I didn't expect to hear today."

Kelly shook off the towel, obviously proud of herself. "I'm just saying, I'm impressed." With a big flick, she let it catch the breeze and gently laid it on the sand. "I don't think it's a big deal but I didn't give her a complete clean-cut. I left a little race track right here because I think that's a little hotter." She traced her finger up and down her pelvis.

"How'd you do that without scissors... you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

Kelly chuckled taking great enjoyment out of my discomfort as she laid herself down on the towel.

I slung the camera around my neck. "Where is she now?"

She lifted her hand gesturing to the rocks. "Moisturizing her lady bits." She tilted her head to look. "And... there she is."

I turned to see our Mother walking up in a tight dark red suit. If she had gone for joyful radiance before, she looked mischievously tantalizing now. She looked firm; her skin had a slight tan from the day's actions. Her hair now tied up in a bun with a few loose strands falling free elongating her neck and enhancing her collar. Her breasts pressed tight against her body appearing larger than I recalled. They were held firm in two half cups suspended by a thick strap wrapped up and around her long neck. Her arms brushed against her sides with each step of her long, sultry legs. I could see her hips swing ever so slightly as she tried to maintain her better balance as she walked barefoot through the sand.

I could feel my mouth going dry as I stared.

She walked right up to me, halting with a tiny jump as if coming to attention; her back straight and chest sticking out proudly. She knew she looked good.

"Awaiting orders, Sir," she said with a mini salute of her hand.

I raised an eyebrow and took her in.

"Dear God, you look absolutely stunning!" I said.

I could see her blush ever so slightly.

"What a charmer."

My mind suddenly flashed back to the daydream from only moments before. I had to shake my head, clearing my thoughts.

"So, how you feeling? All set and ready?"

She nodded as she fidgeted with her bikini bottoms. Her hand reached down as she rubbed her crotch in the most nonchalant manner. It didn't stop the knot from forming in my stomach or stop my blood from heating up.