Swimsuit Photoshoot - 5
Splash, splash, splash, splash….
My sister-in-law, repeating masturbation and climax over and over. Every time her hand moved furiously, the water in the tub sloshed around like waves.
"Ngh, ah. Nnnnngh…!"
Her body twitched and jerked weakly through another orgasm.
She'd been coming again and again ever since she'd gotten into the tub. Thank god I'd thought to set up the video camera — videos sold just as well as photos, demand and popularity both.
"You okay, sister-in-law? If it's too much, you can take a break."
I played the considerate one, saying something I didn't mean at all. It was all part of nudging her view of me from negative to at least slightly positive.
"I'm… fine…. I'm fine…. I can… keep going…. Nnngh…!"
She was so far gone she could barely manage an answer. And yet there she was, stubbornly insisting she could do it, rubbing herself without pause. The corner of my mouth twitched.
Anyone could see this wasn't an act for the camera anymore — she was completely lost in her own masturbation. It was honestly hard not to laugh.
"Don't you think it'd be better if you said something instead of just moaning? Like, oh I don't know… talking as if you're with someone?"
"T-talking…? Ngh, uhn…!"
"It'd give it a little more life, too. Lets the viewers imagine all sorts of things they'd like to do to you."
My sister-in-law drew in a deep breath.
"W-would the fans… ngh… l-like that too…? Uhn…."
So that was what she'd been thinking about.
"Of course. They'll buy tons of subscriptions and keep coming back just to watch you."
"…O-okay. Hah…! I-I'll try…!"
She'd reached the point of promising to try of her own accord. My sister-in-law had gone all the way, and then some.
"Perfect, that's exactly it. Keep that mindset."
I didn't hold back on the praise. She was simple and naive, and she'd take my words at face value and work hard for me.
Oh, and I planned on recording every word of this conversation, too. It was tailor-made for dressing up the whole situation as a bit of roleplay.
Her consent? Well…
She might push back, so I'd just show her once the money started rolling in. There was a perfectly good reason I didn't want to tell her in advance.
She trusted me enough by now that persuading her wouldn't be hard. The problem was that the whole process — the long explanations, the coaxing, the hand-holding — was a colossal pain in the ass.
"Think you could fit one more finger in there?"
"…One more…?"
"Mm-hm."
I didn't come right out and say it — instead I nudged my lower half with my hand, just enough for her to see. Only for her.
"You're already handling that just fine, so three should be nothing, right?"
"Hah…."
She swallowed at the faintly taunting remark, fingers squirming between her legs as she gauged the angle.
She'd understand the visual immediately and get even more worked up, while the subscribers would be left to imagine what the comparison meant. A masterstroke, plain and simple. Genuinely genius.
Squelch…!
"Ngh, ahh…! Nn, hnngh…. Ngh…!"
Three fingers, exactly as I'd ordered. My sister-in-law panted, moaning even more vulgarly than before, and without so much as a pause to catch her breath, her hand kept moving.
The extra finger made her motions bigger, the sloshing of the water even more lively. And with all her writhing, the cramped tub made it look like nothing more than pathetic struggling — which, conveniently, also played as if she were desperately trying to hold herself together.
I knew my sister-in-law well enough to know none of it was acting, but the readers who saw this might have to rack their brains over it.
She's got a talent for it.
A talent for making people hard. Even sitting still she was unbearably arousing, and with her masturbating on top of that — she was vulgarity incarnate.
I decided to keep the unedited footage somewhere safe. It'd be a burden for now, but I had a feeling the day would come when I'd put those files to use. When it came to anything involving money, my instincts were sharp. Take that or leave it.
"Hah… haaah…. Ha, ngh…."
"Oh my?"
Not even a minute into her private world, and my sister-in-law had already shoved her swimsuit aside, fingers buried in her pussy, putting it all on lewd display.
Lust and excitement must have been boiling over inside her, because without a word from me she'd picked out the most depraved angle all on her own.
"Uuuun…. C-can you see it…? Nnggh…."
"Yes, I can see it perfectly. Your husband's limp old thing must be positively surging back to life right about now."
The atmosphere drifted between reality and fantasy — no, correction. She seemed well and truly sunk into the fantasy.
Which, if anything, only made it better. Left to her own devices, she'd stage something even more arousing without any prompting from me.
All I had to do was keep playing along like now, steering the conversation along as naturally as I could.
"Haa, haa…. Ngh…. Ungh…!"
Face flushed red, my sister-in-law kept digging at her own pussy. I captured it all on camera — fingers sliding in effortlessly, lips clamped shut around her moans.
Look closely at the crack where her fingers disappeared and you could see her juices being forced out around them. But they mixed with the bathwater and vanished almost instantly.
It was only a fleeting moment, yet the fact that she was leaking that much meant her body was already fully primed and ready to take a man.
"What do you want me to do to you, sister-in-law?"
"H-how… how should…? Nnngh…."
"Fingers are fine, of course. But doesn't part of you want something even better than that?"
"Ha, haa…. Haa, haa…."
At those words, her breathing turned ragged. She clearly understood exactly what I meant.
Fear and pleasure existed side by side in her eyes, mixed together and laid bare. Though judging purely by how shameless she looked, the pleasure was winning by a wide margin.
"Ngh, ungh…. Nnnngh…."
She hadn't forgotten her nipples, either — the ones that had reacted so sensitively. She pinched them, tugged them, pressed down on them as if to crush them, over and over.
"Is that what you usually do when you touch yourself?"
"N-no, I don't— ngh…!"
For someone who supposedly didn't, she was remarkably skilled at it. This was not the touch of a woman who'd tried it once or twice.
"If you like something, say you like it. If you want it, say you want it. Otherwise your husband will never know, and he can't make you feel good, now can he?"
"…Y-yes…. Ngh…."
"Then you'd better answer properly, hadn't you?"
"Hnngh."
My sister-in-law nodded without even thinking about it.
"Th-that's right…. I-it feels b-best when I… play with my n-nipples…. Uungh…."
"Very well done."
Not only did she answer without a flicker of hesitation, she kept up her ministrations while doing it. Excellent presence of mind. The old her would have faltered, would have stopped mid-masturbation entirely — but day by day, she was showing real growth.
That said.
A lie deserved its punishment, didn't it?
"Sister-in-law, you just lied to me."
"……Yes? Wh-what…?"
"Don't you remember telling me, with your own mouth, that that's not how you do it when you masturbate?"
"……."
"You lied, didn't you?"
I pressed her relentlessly until she answered. To anyone watching it would have looked like part of the performance, but between me and my sister-in-law, a strange tension was crackling in the air.
At last, slowly, she nodded — admitting it with her own lips.
"Did you do wrong, or didn't you?"
"I-I did wrong…. Nn, ngh…."
"Then you'll have to accept your punishment, naturally."
"P-punishment!?"
She flinched at the word like a child caught lying. I had a feeling she suspected it would be anything but ordinary.
"You're not allowed to come until I say you can. Simple as that."
"…A-Ahh…."
"But that doesn't mean you can stop your hand, does it? For your husband, for your fans — for everyone — you'll keep stroking that pretty pussy and those nipples of yours and feel every second of it."
"Ah, ah…. Ngh…. Uuungh…!"
Wasn't she just about to come a second ago? Our dear sister-in-law had a peculiar weakness for dirty talk. Truly, pathetically helpless.
"I said that not ten seconds ago and you're already panting like a beast? You're not a sow in heat, you know."
"N-ngh…. Ungh…. Haah…. Nnnnngh……!"
Either she couldn't hear me or she didn't care — her entire being was focused on masturbating. Every so often her whole body shuddered and her hips bucked upward.
She wanted to come, but unless I gave the word, she couldn't. That was why the need kept piling up inside her, higher and higher.
Her head held one thought and one thought only: please let me come.
Her husband, her fans — she probably couldn't have cared less about any of them anymore.
Endure it. You must endure.
God, I wanted to prop the camera on a shelf this instant and climb into that tub. My desire boiled over — I wanted to scratch that itch for her, nice and deep, again and again, in place of that sorry excuse for a husband.
I could do it anytime, of course. But if I barged in now, I'd spoil the show for everyone watching.
Later. Later, for real.
Once the revenue was steady and the account was in good shape, I could always run it as an event.
Getting wrecked by the young master — who's better than her husband ever was. My sister-in-law, offered up to the young master.
How violently delicious did those words sound? The arousing possibilities were endless.
Nope. I can't take this anymore.
I yanked my straining trousers down along with my underwear, and my partner — swollen, rock-hard, aching — sprang free with a slap.
I needed release. Somehow. Any way I could get it.
That was the only thought left in my head.
And since there was exactly one way to take care of it without wrapping my sister-in-law in my arms, it wouldn't be a problem for the shoot at all.