By Louetta

Robin is photographed in the nude, quite enthusiastically.


Over the years RaeAnn and I had done work with a photographer
named Harry who does ads for local merchants and standard
portrait stuff for families. For quite some time he was after us
to do some nude work and eventually Rae did and I did some
topless work though I'm so flat it hardly mattered. All of it
high quality stuff, of course. No snatch shots. More to the point
Rae and I also kept a complete photographic record of our
maturation process, all completely nude and private.

My sister Robin had become aware of how nice it is to have a cute
girl's body and when she found out about the nude stuff Rae and I
had growing up she wanted to try it herself so I agreed to do it
for her. I have a very nice SONY A700 and a tripod and an
auto-release so we were all set. We figured we'd do it with her
standing on the top of the little sluice gate on the Ipswich down
behind our house. Since it's private property we shouldn't be
interupted, especially if we picked a weekday.

The following Wednesday was slightly overcast, slightly sunny,
perfect since we didn't want deep shadows. So, with Robin freshly
showered, hair fluffed, shorty top bareing her tummy, tan shorts,
white cotton thong bikini undies to minimize crenulations, we
headed out. The sluice gate was ideal. The concrete top was wide
enough so Robin really didn't have to worry about falling off.
The concrete front meant no flotsam in the foreground and the
river behind her guaranteed the tree background on the other side
of would not be a distraction.

Robin removed her sneakers and socks. I set the camera as far
away from her as I could so she would be less conscious of it's
presence. I used a remote shutter trip so I wouldn't be standing
there in front of her. We decided on a demure, semi-serious,
look, something that suggested modesty and a reluctance she
obviously didn't feel, at least in front of just big sister. I
saw her naked every night since we share our own bathroom and she
is such a little strumpet. She walked out into position on top of
the gate and marked her spot with two little pebbles, lest she
wander out of center frame. I took a few test shots and figured
I'd check every minute on the results. The photos looked perfect
after a few adjustments to the tripod.

Robin's loveliness was never more apparent, her pretty face,
fluffy hair and delicate young body. We began. I sat to the side
and just pressed the bulb to expose each shot. We tried a dozen
fully clothed shots, hair fluffing things. I checked the display
and they looked great. I sat down on the side again and she
started to slowly strip.

With downcast eye, a convincing show of phony reluctance, she
started to unbutton the front of her shorty top. One button, two,
three and four. Head down she opened the front and pulled the two
sides apart, almost to each nipple, showing a hint of each snow
white, tender breast. I squeezed away at my little plunger and
heard the faint zip of the shutter.

Now the fabric parted further, shyly uncovering completely her
lily white, perfectly formed little breasts, each topped by the
pinkness of a tiny nipple. More shutter clicks. She pulled her
shirt back over her thin brown shoulders and her chest pushed out
shamelessly as she took her shirt down over her bare arms. With
her arms behind her, her soft white bosom pushed forward
accentuating to the fullest the slight swell of her tender
breasts. I marveled at her delicate virgin beauty.

Her shirt finally off she was bare to her slender waist. The pale
sun glinted on her auburn hair, the shadows played on the curve
of her bare back. Her pale bosom shone in the light giving way to
the soft brownness of her indrawn abdomen, a hint of sweat
forming in her belly button. Her bare brown tummy showed a hint
of tiny muscles. I went to the camera and checked the display and
we were right on.

Continuing, she pulled her hair back and left her hands behind
her neck, elbows high, head back, eyes closed and leaned her
tantalizing tits forward. I couldn't believe the photos I was
getting. Head down now she wiggled her innocent little bum from
side to side. I told her to push her shorts down in front further
to show more skin below her navel. She got them far enough down
to show a hint of the whiteness left by her little bikini bottoms
just above her belt line. She repeated the elbows over the head
poses with this increase in the expanse of skin exposed. Now a
hint of sweat showed on each underarm.

The top half of her supple young body just glowed. I couldn't
wait to photograph her completely nude. Now she unhooked her belt
in front and pulled the zipper of her pants down. This allowed
her to pull her waistband down another little bit til her flat
tummy was exposed to just above the top of her pink little pussy
lips. A hint of the soft brown fox hairs that guarded her little
cunt snuck out. Pictures galore. Good thing I can take over eight
hundred.

Now slowly her fingers moved down over her bared belly to the top
of her shorts. A little scared now that her nakedness before the
camera was imminent, with trembling fingers she slipped her
fingers haltingly underneath her waistband and slowly began to
lower her shorts. She had to jiggle her precious little bottom
back and forth to get the tight shorts to move.

The strings of her lowrider thong bottoms came into view. Now she
could pull the back of her shorts down over her taut little
bottom. Stopping for an instant she turned round to show her
silky smooth white cheeks, first the top half and then, with
another tug at her shorts, the whole of her marvelous little
behind. The whiteness of her precious little bottom, bared by her
small cotton thong panties, came fully into view. The shadowy
division between her bum cheeks seemed to coyly point the way to
her virgin asshole. She shook her bare little ass wantonly in a
way I never thought my little sister could.

Now still turned back to, the front her shorts traveled down
toward her knees. The whiteness of her firm little bottom
contrasted more and more with the browness of her bare back and
her narrow legs. In a few moments her shorts were down around her
feet. She stepped out of them with one foot and with the other
pushed them to the side.

She turned around to the front. She was absolutely breathtaking,
her brown body bared except for the ties of her thong panties,
the slip of white cloth that hid the velvety white delta above
her soft pink genitals and the by now moist strip that hid her
pussy and went in between her legs. Coyly, she put her hands on
her ass and swayed wantonly to and fro, a downy young girl
expertly playing the part of the hussy. Now she moved her hands
up behind her hair and commenced a strut that would have done any
whore proud.

Now she embarked on her journey of no return. Fingers underneath
the strings of her thong on either side she slowly lowered the
flimsy little garment. First bareing the little white triangle
between the tops of her thighs and then slowly, ever so slowly,
putting into view the pink rose petal lips of what I was sure was
her still virgin little pussy. Once her precious, by now very
moist, cunt lips were revealed it hardly mattered where her
panties were and soon they were between her ankles and discarded.

She was truly a vision in her nakedness. I was sure no boy had
ever seen the whole thing displayed so brazenly. Her honey brown
body stripped completely naked. Her unkempt auburn hair, her
pretty face, the thin brown shoulders and arms, the curve of her
back. The glistening white chest, soft in drawn tummy, pert
little nipples, tiny belly button. The plump, snow white little
ass cheeks, brown legs. And finally the essence of her girlhood,
the little white mound above her precious pink pussy between
slightly parted thighs. Her moist little cunt lips glistened in
the dim sun.

I saw my little sister in a new light. A fast little article, a
piece of tail glorifying in her naked young body. Her pussy was
soaking wet, her heart beating fast, her nipples rock hard. She
delighted in displaying her thin, brown body, her nearly flat
white chest, her taut white bum, the downy trace of hair that
wound its way down to her ready and waiting young pussy.

I stared at her as she swayed to and fro, eyes closed, naked as a
jaybird. Her soft brown body marred only by the white negative
image of her tiny swimsuit. Warm brown hair, moist, parted lips.
Shiny white bosom, pink little nipples, tight flat tummy, pert
little belly button, thin brown schoolgirl legs, soft white ass
cheeks. The little mound above the secret garden of her girlhood.

Now she did her best move of all. Hands behind her head, elbows
high, she spread her feet as wide as they would go. A tender
girlish morsel freely offered. Legs spread wantonly, the lips of
her pussy parted wide to reveal a hint of the little tunnel that
lead to her treasure box. The moist little garden of wonder
between her legs.

Finally, as I knew they would, her hands found their way between
her legs. Quickly and skillfully her fingers used what God gave
her to provide herself with the pleasure that every young girl
craves. In less than a minute she was off on the little journey
to a better world courtesy of the little pink nob hidden between
the delicate little folds at the top of her cunt. I started
packing up the camera. By the time I was finished she had
finished too and was pulling her socks on.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com 


  
A Virgin Sacrifice - Photographing Robin