In the Nude, In the Moment

Bishop gaped at his sister, momentarily struck dumb before his voice caught up with his racing thoughts. "Wait… you want me to take naked photos of him, posing with you, just because your old boy-band posters aren't cutting it anymore!?" His words dripped with incredulity, his face a warped blend of shock and bewilderment.

She tilted her head, a sharp smirk twisting her lips. "Oh, quit the fucking innocent act, Bishop, you little shit. You're gonna watch this and learn some goddamn things… how a real man like Chad gets a woman fucking hot. You'll be thanking me when you're fumbling like a dumbass with that shitty internet girlfriend of yours. My fucking show, my damn rules… your sorry ass just clicks the camera to take the photos!"

"Uh… this is… beyond unexpected, sis," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Like, way out of left field. I'm not sure I..."

"Too fucking bad, you whiny bastard," Kerry cut in, her voice icy and unyielding. "I'm done giving a fuck about your pathetic opinion. This is what I fucking want, and I'll damn well get it…. or the whole world's gonna hear about… THE SECRET you have up here, you spineless prick."

Bishop's eyes widened, but he tried to deflect. "Can't you just… I don't know, snap those pics in your own room or something?"

She sneered, casting a sly, sidelong glance at Chad. "Look at him… his dick's been up this whole fucking time, twitching like crazy every time he sneaks a peek at my nipples. Chad's practically begging for this shit without saying a word. You really gonna fuck over your best bud like that, you gutless asshole?"

Bishop shot a glance at Chad; his voice was tinged with desperation. "That's not true, is it, Chad? You did what I asked, and you'll get what I promised soon. You just want to bail now, don't you?"

A heavy sigh left Chad's lips as he dragged a hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. "Look, she's not wrong, man. I was staring at her tits. I didn't mean to, but come on... I'm a guy. It's like my brain short-circuits when there's a nice pair in front of me. It's not some deep revelation or anything… I was just looking. Plain old, stupid, hormonal curiosity."

Bishop visibly cringed, twisting his face like he'd just bitten into a lemon. "Dude… what the hell? That's my sister we're talking about! You… you can't just say that out loud like it's normal! I mean, I get it… no, wait, I don't get it, and I don't want to get it! Urgh… Just… just drop it, man. And seriously, are you really gonna let Lil K snap her 'precious' little photos? Don't trust her, man… she's a snake."

Eyes flashing with fury, Kerry stepped closer, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Oh, fuck off, you hypocritical little shit. It wasn't awkward when you dragged your buddy over here, stripped him down, and took photos of his cum-dripping dick just so you could scam some desperate internet skank you'll never meet. But this... this is where you suddenly find your moral compass? This is your goddamn line in the sand? Give me a fucking break!"

Crossing his arms, Bishop jutted his chin out defensively. "It wasn't awkward 'til you barged in here."

Kerry's smirk twisted into something cruel, her voice laced with venom. "Oh, it wasn't fucking awkward when Chad sprayed his load all over your floor, your nerdy-ass figurines, your shitty shelves, and your god-awful laptop? What a fucking waste of cum," she muttered, her eyes rolling in disgust.

Opening his mouth and then closing it again, Bishop fell into a rare moment of silence, his words failing him.

Chad shifted, posture relaxed, but still waiting, the silence hanging in the air. "Dude, just take the pics, alright? We're already set up. It'll be, like, five minutes, tops."

Groaning, Bishop sounded long and defeated, as if every ounce of his willpower had just evaporated. The sound echoed off the walls, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in its wake.

Grabbing Chad's bare ass, Kerry pulled him face-to-face. "Take the photo, Bishop!" she snapped. Bishop winced, clicking the camera.

"Fuck yeah, one more!" Stepping back, Kerry placed one hand on her hip and wrapped the other around Chad's erection, pulling him towards her with a firm grip. His erection pressed against her stomach as he leaned in close, gripping her shoulders. Her nipples strained against her tank top. Smirking, she watched Bishop snap the photo, muttering, "Gross."

"Next, arsehole!" Kerry turned, pressing her back against Chad's chest, his hands on her hips, his erection brushing against the waistband of her sweatpants. "Shoot it!" Bishop clicked, scowling.

"Last one, dipshit!" Spinning Chad around, Kerry jumped up, wrapping her arms and legs around him from the front, clinging like a koala. Chad looked at Bishop. "She's wild, huh?" Bishop snapped the photo and dropped the camera. "Done."

Kerry laughed. "Fuckin' perfect.

"Thank holy, that is over with..." Bishop looked at his sister standing there, her white top growing more transparent as it clung to her skin from the sweat, her boobs' curvature becoming more and more obvious with every passing second. He squirmed uncomfortably, his face flushing, and muttered, "Can you... uh, put a bra on or something, sis... little k? I... I really don't want to see... see your... uh, you know... your, uh... ba-donks anymore."

"My what?! Oh… my tits? You know, brother, I hate when you tell me what to do, so never do it again. Okay?"

Kerry's eyes locked onto Chad, his chiselled, naked body—muscular and glistening, with a thick, jutting erection—looming before her like a primal challenge. "OH FUCK! FUCK IT! I'M SO HORNY... I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE..." she snarled, her gravelly outburst erupting from his raw allure and her burning defiance, a wet heat surging as she started ripping off her clothes, moaning with reckless abandon.

With a raspy growl, her tank top came off in a fierce yank, lush, perky breasts springing free, nipples stiffening in the cool air. Sweatpants dropped next, unveiling a firm, juicy ass that curved like a wicked promise, her trimmed bush accentuating the slick warmth dripping between her thighs. Gasping with a throaty moan, she basked in the wild thrill of liberation, her breath softening as Chad's eyes locked onto her bare skin, his breath hitching for half a second. He had only met her today, yet here she was… completely nude before him. His gaze darted, taking in the soft curve of her breasts, the way sweat glistened on her skin, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. It wasn't lust that kept his eyes on her… It was pure, unfiltered disbelief, like his brain was still catching up to what he was seeing.

Bishop stared at his sister, eyes wide with shock, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Sis… What the hell… are you DOING?!"