A Little Humiliation Never Hurt Anyone, Love

[EddieDavidson]

“Caw, is it lunchtime already?” Mum was surprised at how the time had flown. I wasn’t – it felt as if we had been standing about naked and talking for ages. I looked at it as a nice respite from silly poses, and I learned a lot of things that I still wasn’t sure how passionately my Mum really believed. “If I am going to make lunch, am I still Joanne, or am I back to Mum?”

Jack leaned against the counter, his tone calm but firm. “You’re still Joanne while we do modeling – even though lunch. This is all part of the session. I'll be taking snaps the entire time - capturing you sweating over the stove, and the girls sitting waiting to be fed like baby birds."

He patronized us and flapped his arms to mock us, took some more pictures and said that he wanted to capture us in our natural state.

I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet, knowing better than to add to it. Mum, on the other hand, tilted her head, giving him a look that was half-amused, half-disbelieving. “Capture me sweating? Aren’t I allowed even an apron over my bosoms?”

Jack shook his head, his tone unyielding. “No. I want it to be natural. Sweat is part of the female form—especially during hard work. It’s honest, and that’s what I’m after.”

Mum raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “But what if I burn my boobs off?”

“You won’t burn those big fat jugs off, we’ll make sure Jo-Anne,” my little brother laughed. “You are just making sandwiches, don’t be so dramatic about it. You are acting like the girls.”

My mom regarded us as if we were stiff and took his words to heart. She nodded eagerly and assured him she’d be an open book. “We all will – it’s just a bit different, is all! I didn’t think I’d be making lunch in the buff.”

“Haw, is Mum finally having doubts?” my sister teased our mom.

“There is nothing to have doubts about, Joy,” our brother assured us. “We’ll follow my meal plan, but I’m going to have a change today –I’m going to make a small adjustment to keep everyone focused and on track, and then we’ll make up for the lost time you spent gabbing away.”

Jack made it seem like it was our fault that we had to continue shooting nudie snaps – however Mum had promised this would all be over before lunch.

I was surprised that Jack was going to change up lunch. We usually just had whatever was written up on the fridge with no surprises! I was genuinely intrigued to hear about his change even if it was minimal.

“What do you want me to sort, Jack?” My Mum was already in motion, heading to the kitchen. The living room and Kitchen were all one room with a single divider, so she didn’t have to go far. She was clearly on board with his plan and that meant we may as well be too.

“Make mine with an extra slice of cheese, a pickle, and crisps on the side. For the girls, plain bread—no butter. Mum, just a bit of cheese, nothing fancy. And tea for me. No one else.”

That last bit hit me like a slap. It wasn’t the food choices. I was used to my mom deciding what we had to eat, so when my brother started making the meal plans it really didn’t change much. I could obviously live without tea. I’d just been informed why I couldn’t have it—but the way he said it, so casually, like it was just how things worked now. Like it was his call to make, and no one, not even Mum, was going to challenge it – and what of Mum? Surely, a bit of cheese wasn’t her normal lunch!

Mum nodded, heading off to the kitchen without further comment -still participating in the conversation. “Wait, is this even on the meal plan you created? Why am I only getting a bit of cheese?”

Jack leaned back, unbothered. “No offense, Joanne Crump, but you’ve got a bit of a tummy. Let’s slim that down, yeah? Unless you’re starving?”

Her lips tightened for a second, but she just turned toward the kitchen. “Cheese it is, then,” she said briskly, leaving no room for argument. I wanted to gloat and tell my mom that she’s the one who chose him to make that decision, but I didn’t.

Jack led my sister and I. into the kitchen. Sitting on the creaky wooden kitchen chair with my bare bottom was a new experience. It was cold on my bum! It was definitely a new experience having lunch in the buff.

Joy folded her arms, her tone sharp. “Hang on a second. We’ve been standing in the living room, being told we’re naughty, wicked little lying vixens, allowing Jack to take naked pictures of us, doing everything posed he’s asked, even when my nipper was exposed. Why are we just having toast? We’ve been good!”

“Toast?” Jack repeated, arching an eyebrow. “I didn’t say toast, did I Mum?” Jack sat like he was a Regal lord in his dining hall instead of a cramped, cluttered kitchen in an old brick rowhouse. “I said bread without butter. Let’s not get fancy.”

I was hoping Mum would set him straight – that was unfair! He had never split the meal out like that. He'd given me tuna on days when we had something that I didn’t prefer. This felt like a punishment and an overreach!

Before Joy or I could respond, Mum interjected, her voice firm. “Girls, let’s get one thing straight. You didn’t LET Jake take pictures. I told you to strip off, and if I hadn’t, neither of you would’ve done a thing for your brother – you’d be sitting up in your room stirring a fresh pot of macaroni until I called you down for lunch.

Mum playfully imitated having a big bowl of Mac and Cheese in one arm and stirring it – I scrunched my nose in disgust. I’d never live my sister’s description of how it sounded when I fingered myself down now. I felt particularly horrified my mother and little brother would never forget it – and anytime we have mac and cheese, I’m sure someone would say “Sophie! Is this making you horny, baby!” in their fake Autin Powers accent.

“Left to your own choices, you’d still be bickering over why water isn’t tea and arguing about panties! You girls would’ve done bugger all today, and at least now we have amazing photos to show for it!”

I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it again. Mum wasn’t wrong. The endless bickering, the snide accusations, and my part in all of it—it was embarrassing. I felt a knot of guilt twist in my chest, realizing how petty I’d been. “I’m sorry,” I simply said.

Mum nodded, her tone softening slightly. “Well, that’s a start—a genuine apology. Thank you, Sophie. Joy?”

Joy shrugged, glancing away. “Yeah, of course. I thought it went without saying.”

“It’s not a proper apology, but I’ll take it. Thank you, Joy,” Mum decided she’d be satisfied with Joy’s remarks in lieu of an apology. “And don’t think saying sorry makes us forget you two were bickering over whose panties belong to whom – arguing over nothing, really.”

I wanted to ask what she meant by “us,” but I had a feeling she was including Jack in that—and I didn’t want to answer to my brother. I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut.

“An apology is a start,” Mum continued, gesturing toward Jack, her annoyance evident. “But as I see it, you both owe the lad back an hour and a half. He barely got any snaps before we devolved into a debate over your precious drinks and whether or not you deserve privileges—which, by the way, you don’t. You’ll have your water, and you’ll manage without complaint.”

Jack leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, and shot me a look like he was daring me to argue. “She’s got a point, you know. We’re already running late on today’s plans because of all this nonsense the three of you were talking about during what was to be our modeling session.”

“Well, it’s not nonsense, Jack. It was things that needed to be said to the girls that I’ve put off for too long. I am sorry that we ate up your time today, and we’ll stay naked until we finish the shoot, I promise you that. I am trying to be more honest—when the girls ask a question, I need to answer it instead of making up pleasant excuses.”

Joy’s voice cut through, sharp with skepticism. “Wait, we don’t even know how long he’s planning to keep us like this! What if someone pops by? Are we just supposed to sit here getting splinters in our bums from these chairs with our hairy twats out?”

My Mum frowned when Joy asked the question. I felt it was perfectly reasonable to ask how long we’d be at this for. I’d have phrased it a little more diplomatically, but it was still fair to ask. Our mum laughed along with him and told us both to lighten up. “Stop your fretting over a little extra time – this is fun, and I can’t wait to see the pictures. It’s not like you’ve all that much to do today – have fun with it. You’ve already got your bits out, and nobody’s been struck by lightning or hauled off to jail for indecent exposure. We’re in our own home – having a laugh or two and taking snaps.”

“Oh yes, loads of laughs,” Joy placed her hands on her hips angrily – Jack snapped a picture capturing my sister’s angry expression. “We’ll be laughing our arses off when some bloke knocks on the door and wants to come over!”

Mum rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Joy, if I tell you we’ll finish, then we’ll finish. It’s not up for debate. Now, tell me—who exactly is likely to come over? Mr. Kessler from next door? He’s 87, bless him. He’d have a heart attack seeing two pretty young things and a fat-butt like me sitting here starkers.”

Mum turned toward Jack, her tone more measured. “Dearest, how long shall we be at this, then?”

Jack glanced at the clock, calculating. “Another three hours, maybe four. I need to finish the shots we missed this morning, plus the kitchen series. We’ll wrap up before tea.”

THREE OR FOUR HOURS? But he said one hour earlier. My jaw dropped and my sister frowned. It wasn’t going to do us any good to protest though – Mum’s expression was stubbornly set on accommodating him.

I supposed four more hours wouldn’t be all that bad – after all, there was not fuck all to do in town anyway – and there was NO way I was going to my room straight away or someone would come to check if I’m making the mac and cheese!

Mum was almost finished making the food – for us all she had to do was open the bread bin and take out a few slices of Hovis. I still couldn’t believe Jack had been able to get away with this and neither did my sister.

I wasn’t that hungry, and normally I don’t care what I eat as long as it’s something that I like. However, it felt like he was punishing us – and I didn’t feel he had that right.

“I just don’t understand, Jack. You’ve never changed the meal plan before.” Joy huffed, clearly biting back her frustration. “Can we at least have mayo or some kind of condiment? Or is that too much? Who do I even ask—Mum, Jack, or Joanne?”

Mum’s lips tightened slightly, but she didn’t interject, leaving Jack to handle it.

Jack gestured to the counter, utterly unbothered. “You ASK me and then get up and get it from the fridge. But the answer’s no. Condiments are for next time—if you’ve earned it.”

Joy’s eyebrows shot up. “Is this because we’re naked, or is it going to be like this all the time? Even at dinner?”

Jack took a deliberate sip of tea. “Naked or clothed, it doesn’t matter. You heard Mum today – girls eat what is given, and express gratitude!”

I didn’t think Jack believed that – none of us did except for Mum.

“I am in charge of the meal plan, and if I decide to change it then I will. I won’t starve you, but I am definitely not going to give you extras after you bickered about stolen panties an masturbating!

“Are you still on about that? that was like two hours ago!”

“And then Mum spent another hour talking to you about it in the living room, and you never had to face a consequence for it, so I don’t think it’s much to tell you that you’ll do without fancy relish or mustard. It may make you appreciate having the privilege and not keep taking it for granted!”

“This is absurd! If you think I’ll cry over some mayo, then you are mistaken, King Jack!” Joy said. She smiled as Mum approached with the tray of food.

Mum placed the plate of cheese sandwiches in front of Jack first, her smile warm and doting as though she were presenting him with a banquet. Then, she handed the plain bread slices to me and Joy. She hesitated for a moment before adding, “Sorry, girls, but all I’ve got is a block of cheese, so you should be grateful. This is your brother’s decision, not mine.”

I was hoping that King Jack might have a tumble and break his shiny crown on the way down if he pushed things too far with Mum.

“Milk, dear?” Mum asked Jack, her tone light and cheerful, a smile softening her face. Her huge tits hanging down – nipples pointing straight to the floor. I almost thought Jack would ask her to squeeze off a shot of milk from one of her knockers in his tea.

Jack nodded politely, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair like a king. “Please. And don’t forget the crisps.”

Mum’s smile grew as she fetched the milk, clearly pleased to humor him. She set it down beside him with a small, graceful flourish, like she was offering something precious. “All I’ve got is a few slices of cheese. I may as well stand and skip the chair altogether. Burn a calorie or two!”

She was joking, obviously but my brother didn’t seem the least bit sympathetic.

Her cheeks puffed up in a grin so wide it looked like her face might split in two, and she practically buzzed on the spot, like she was holding back a laugh she didn’t want to spoil the moment with. It wasn’t just the smile, though—her eyes darted around, brimming with a giddy sort of mischief, like a kid let loose in a sweet shop with no one to tell her no.

I couldn’t fathom how she could be so utterly over the moon about it—nude modeling on a Saturday had taken hold of her like nothing else. Mum had thrown herself headfirst into all sorts of schemes before, from charity crusades to church bake sales to wild get-rich-quick ideas involving billionaire starter kits. She’d been ecstatic about every single one, but this one was the topper of the lot.

As for Jack, I couldn’t tell if she took him seriously when he talked down to her and teased, or if she didn’t quite grasp it—but her reaction baffled me all the same. It was as if the more rules he piled on, the freer and more content she became. She still followed his instructions to the letter, but the way she seemed to revel in it made no sense at all.

Mum’s smile didn’t falter as Jack made his decree. “Good thinking, Joanne! Girls, up you go—big bums off the chairs! You can firm up your thighs and work off those big floppy-jiggly-bubble butts of yours.”

After what Jack said about us during Naked Attraction – that sounded practically like a compliment! Joy groaned audibly and shot him a sharp look. “You can’t be serious.”

Jack leaned back, his tone firm. “If you want a proper dinner, you’ll do as you’re told.”

“Mum, can he do that? Forbid me from a full meal?” Joy asked, her voice tinged with disbelief and dismay at the injustice of it all.

Mum raised an eyebrow but kept her tone even. “He never said forbid you a meal. But you did agree to follow his lead today, didn’t you? So, humor your brother. Stand up, have a bite, and let’s not turn lunch into another heated row of arguments and bickering.”

My mum was having none of it – and since Jack was cool, calm and collected and my sister was being huffy, she was not earning any sympathy from our mother.

Joy hesitated but eventually stood, muttering under her breath. Mum glanced at Jack, a glint of amusement in her eye. “Happy now, Your Majesty?

I rolled my eyes and stood as well, holding my plain slice of bread. “Oh boy, what are we supposed to do, marching in place or jumping jacks?”

“Don’t give your brother more ideas, Sophie!” Mum chuckled, her tone playful but with a warning edge.

If my little brother told us to start a proper calisthenic workout like gym class, I was going to tell Jack what he could do with his two slices of bread!

Mum fidgeted with her cheese as she noticed my brother taking a sip of his hot tea. “Dear, I’m okay with you changing the meal plan, and even having us stand up. After all, you might want to photograph us at the table.”

Jack thanked her for the reminder and promptly had us put our arms around each other and smile—the fakest smile I’d ever been forced to make – I was certain Joy was thinking the same thing I was. Mum however, seemed quite happy to be filmed in the buff in our kitchen- for reasons still unknown to me.

“Yes, er, um, and as I said, I support your decision on meals while we’re modeling, but did I hear you right that I can’t have tea as well? I still have some hot water in the kettle,” Mum said, her tone and inflection laced with hope. It was clear she wanted him to reconsider, given her love for tea and how religiously she drank it.

Jack shocked me. I assumed he would say, “Oh Mumsy-wumsy, apple of my eye, obviously that was just an oversight! When I said make one tea, I meant one for YOU!” and backtrack. He had my mom’s ear, and she doted on him—but if push came to shove, and he told her she couldn’t have any today, my mom might just choose the tea over him.

Jack leaned back, clearly savoring the moment. “You can turn off the kettle, Joanne. You heard me correctly.”

Mum’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Jack, I don’t—”

He cut her off, his tone steady but firm. “Joanne, it may have gone in one ear and out the other for my dim-witted sisters, but I listened to you today. You droned on about how the female condition requires women to be held to higher standards, to be kept in check. That they’re more prone to lying, manipulating, and expecting special treatment. And here you are, proving that to me by expecting special treatment.”

Her nostrils flared as she crossed her arms. “I’m your Mum, you know, and I could just make the tea!”

Jack’s grin widened. “And we AGREED that if we were going to do this modeling session, I wasn’t to treat you as my Mum. Otherwise, I’d give you special treatment—like I always do. You could ground me, tell me I’m a naughty boy, and put me in the corner, right?”

“I would never! It’s just a cuppa!”

“Exactly, just a cuppa. Look, it’s simple. The girls received plain bread slices because they were being silly and not paying attention—that was their consequence.”

“Yeah, and I got a few slices of cheese!” Mum’s voice rose slightly as she gestured to her plate.

Jack reached out, gently rubbing her stomach, which made Mum’s eyes widen in surprise. “And that’s because I’m helping you—putting you on a diet for your own good. I won’t starve you, but I want you to look sexy for our pictures. It’s all for the art, Joanne.”

Mum’s cheeks flushed. “Awww, but what about my tea? I barely use sugar!”

Jack’s expression hardened, his tone still calm but uncompromising. “Today, you’re losing your tea because you wouldn’t stop talking when we were supposed to be modeling. You made it all about you—taking over, telling me to put away my camera. If I’d treated you like my Mum, that’s what I would have done. But I didn’t. And I got some of the best pictures while you weren’t even aware! You saw them yourself.”

She hesitated, then nodded grudgingly. “That I did, aye.”

“Good. Now, I’m not going to pretend this is fair—it isn’t. But girls simply don’t deserve tea, do they? That’s what you said, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t mean me!” Mum shot back, incredulously.

“Right, because you think it’s ‘do as I say, not as I do.’” Jack’s tone was cutting, his eyes sharp.

I wanted to cheer for him but kept my mouth shut. Joy, however, let out a barely audible snort.

“JACK!” Mum was beside herself that golden boy had turned her own words against her.

“So, today you’re going to set an example. If you won’t hold yourself to the same standard, why should they? You stood up, right? I made them stand. Right?”

“Well, yeah…but—”

“No buts.” Jack’s tone was final. “Pour yourself a glass of water, drink it all before you leave this kitchen, stay hydrated and be grateful for it—just like you said women should. And tonight, if you behave, I’ll consider letting you brew a cup with my used tea bag. After all, that’s good enough for Sophie, right?”

“She doesn’t even like tea!” Mum snapped, but the fight was already draining from her voice.

“Exactly. Which makes her even better at going without than you.” Jack leaned back, smirking.

“Now, Joanne, you said you are not a proper woman, elegant and refined – Refined women are used to simply demanding what they want and getting it. You are a self-described honest woman. You are not going to be spoiled, or allowed to be uppity, and neither are Joy and Sophie while we model. I am almost done with my cheese sandwich. You can all have my left-over crisps.”

Jack pushed the six or seven small crisps he hadn’t eaten to the center of the table. I wasn’t going to dignify his offer of having his leftovers, but my sister and Mum immediately grabbed for them, so I did as well. I clawed back two.

I was still standing like a dumb bird behind my pushed-in chair, while Jack—the only one fully clothed—sat back, finishing the last sip of his tea. The chairs were rickety, but I’d have given anything to sit in one. I felt stupid – if someone could see me through the garden window – thick hairy bushy, pale British skin, tiny boobs, standing there watching my brother finish off his lunch like the three of us were waiting on him – they’d think I was off my rocker!

“Oi, I can’t eat another bite,” Jack said, pushing his plate forward. After being fed two slices of dry Hovis and scrapping over a handful of crisps, the sight of that untouched corner of his toasted sandwich—a thick slab of cheese slathered with beer mustard—felt downright heartbreaking. And there was still a third of a cup of tea left, probably still warm. It looked yummy. Not the tea, obviously – but I knew Mum wanted it.

Mum glanced at his plate. “Jack, alright to clear this away, or can me and the girls have it?” Her tone was light, but there was something behind it—a hint of her own hunger, maybe.

Jack shrugged, leaning back. “The girls can have half the sandwich each, but you can have my tea – will that make you happy?”

“It would, Jack! I thought you were being a proper meanie!” Mom said.

Joy turned a phrase we heard her say earlier around on our mom “Having someone be a meanie to you, never hurt anyone, love!”

Mom shot my sister a dour expression, she clearly didn’t like hearing her own comment reflected back to her. “Not helpful, Joy!”

If it had been Jack, I am sure my mom would have laughed like it was the funniest joke of all time.

My sister tore the sandwich in half and we both had a quick munch! It was strange – I might not have appreciated the sandwich as much if I’d had a full one. There was something about just getting a quick bite that made it worth so much more – and the unexpected gift at the end of lunch.

I hate to say that I appreciated it – but I did.

Jack snapped a picture of my face -I suppose he wanted a picture of me elated, or stuffing my face with mustard on my lip. I didn’t disappoint in either department.

“I am just doing what you taught me, Mum! I love the three of you! I love that you are willing to pose for me! It means a lot that you’d sacrifice your time and dignity to do this with me.”

Dignity? I hadn’t thought about being naked quite like that, but he wasn’t wrong – there was nothing dignified about eating up half my little brother’s sandwich like a starving ghoul while I stood in front of me with my kit off! I’d felt humiliated – but this was my family. I felt it wasn’t sexual to run around naked in front of them. I changed in front of me Mum and sister plenty of times, and I’d bathed with my little brother until just a few years ago.

“What exactly did I teach you, Jack?” my Mum hefted his mug to her lip and had a good long sip.

“You told the girls today you didn’t spoil them by giving them tea, and things they didn’t need, because you didn’t want them to be uppity. I want you to trim down because I know you can afford to lose a few stone, and you will look hot!”

“Hot, am I?” Mum was quite flattered; she took another long sip of the tea. Draining the mug. “My belly is a bit empty though – so being hot is a bit uncomfortable. You called me out today and told me to put my money where my mouth was, and if I believe girls aren’t to be spoiled – I should not spoil myself. I was about to cry when you took my afternoon tea away. Then you go ahead and spoil me anyway, with almost half a cup! So, I don’t know about that, Jack. It’s a bit of a mixed message,” she grinned playfully.

“It’s hard to be strict – I don’t want to be called King Jack or Saint Jack. Just Jack is fine. I think we should have some ground rules – but I don’t want you guys to hate me because I am sitting down and not naked.”

“About that,” Joy asked. “Can we please sit down, if we are going to have a conversation?”

“No, I think you look good standing, and I am snapping pictures,” Jack took another snap of Joy while she made a frowny face.

We transitioned from eating lunch, to basically taking pictures without even being told that it was picture time. It just happened organically like we were meant to be taking pictures all along anyway. My little brother had practically never stopped with his snaps while we ate – so it was like we had never really stopped from morning.

Mum giggled, laughed like it was thrilling and exhilarating and clearly enjoyed the attention -to the point that her confidence and self-esteem soared the more Jack focused on her. She wasn’t narcissistic about it though – she wanted us in the picture as much or more than she wanted pictures of herself. “Caw, come here and give me a big hug, get in this picture with me, Sophie! That’s it!”

Mum had no boundaries as it was related to personal space with my sister and me. That’s how she always was when she was dressed too, but it was quite a bit different when your eye-level to her nipples or just touching bare skin to bare skin in an embrace.

Joy and I were along for the ride; not frigid and standoffish – not after the warmup pictures this morning. We were just not as ‘into’ the touchy-feeling stuff and posing as Mum. She was off the deep end in terms of giving Jack carte blanche to film anything.

A great example is that even though she wasn’t baking anything in the stove, he had her bend over and act like she was taking something out of the oven. “Take your oven mitts and pull your bum apart, Joanne!”

“Why would I do that if I were checking on the oven, Jack? Am I supposed to look like I am gonna take the roast out with me teeth?” Mum remained bent over, wiggling her big bum, and looked over her shoulder.

“I am the director, and I want you to have no inhibitions – you are a cheeky chef, and you know you are being photographed, so you are showing off! An open book to me! I can see every page!”

“Right you are!! I love it!! Brilliant, Jack!” she snickered eagerly, and used her mitts to give him a proper look right up at her hairy quim and poo hole – no concerns. She didn’t even ask what the pictures would be used for.

“Caw, is that open book enough for ya, Jack? Or have I put you off your tea?” Mum joked with a grin.

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“An open book with pages of fat, sweaty arses and saggy tits,” Joy sneered a response even though our mother wasn’t asking us for our opinion.

“Aye, I’ve a fat arse and saggy bazookas hanging from my chest, and I’ve no delusions that I’m nothing more than an old Munter with fanny fluff long enough to braid – that’s why I enjoy being photographed like I am something special, can I have that today?” my mum asked for our consideration – clearly vulnerable.

It was hard to deny her that much – and I didn’t consider myself anything special either. I just wasn’t sure why we needed nudie pictures in the first place.

I’d have thought maybe he was taking these to sell for porn – but that didn’t seem to be Jack’s intention, and I didn’t ask. It just wasn't the vibe that this was some commercial production. Honestly, I may have preferred that - if we were gonna do this, we may as well be able to afford a proper flat with more space, hah! I kept my thoughts on that to myself.

He took some additional pictures of me and my sister pretending to scrub dishes. He made us turn and laugh, playfully splash each other with suds. It was a bit of fun, to be honest.

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As humiliating as the exercise was – it was doing wonders for my confidence, but it made me wonder what kind of geezer would want to see pictures of a scrawny girl like me in the buff?

“That’s the first proper work these two slags have done all year, and it’s all pretend,” Mum giggled playfully. It was light-hearted fun, and we laughed back while Jack directed us to squirt each other with suds from the dish soaps – no problem there. I loved getting my sister wet!

At least I wasn't just standing at the table like an awkward bird, Jack directed us around the kitchen in mostly odd or unusual poses - I wouldn't call it "sexy" because to me sexy is runway models in Milan and lingerie. I wouldn't call what we were doing "humiliating" because it wasn't much different than being naked in my room or the bathroom and dancing around singing Lily Allan with my sister and being goofy. It was embarrassing, probably more so if anyone from the outside could see in our flat.

I'd call it something between - where we were bending, exposing ourselves, and doing often random poses, with no context. it wasn't like a story where I was playing a role of a scullery maid cleaning and scrubbing the floor

It was more like Jack directed "Oi, Soph get on your hands and knees with the scrubber and pretend you’re polishing the tiles, stick your bum up, all the way up, yep - legs apart, wider, wider, yep, now reach back, brush away some of the hair on your quim in the back".

It felt safe to be this open with my body around my sister, Mum and even Jack. I wasn’t used to the idea of a male looking at everything I got or taking pictures especially, but once we got rolling, I was there laughing and snickering along with Joy. My Mum was just the boisterous one encouraging us all and acting more like Jack’s cheerleader to keep us motivated.

Joy was more grounded, but compliant – always a smirk like she was thinking of some joke or knew punch line that I didn’t know. She rarely even rolled her eyes like she had in the morning session. We knew Jack would scold us for talking out of turn during the session. We did it anyway as we had the chance between poses – and Jack largely allowed us a little minimal talking.

My brother wanted to see everything - not just quims and clits - our poo-holes were on full display. Mum told him we'd be open books and there was frankly no point in complaining or being snarky because if Mum was doing it - and insistent, we were doing besides once he had one photograph of where I go to the loo - what was 100 more, right?

There was a point, he asked Joy to pull her butt cheeks apart and slide the broom handle between them. I thought my sister was going to tell him to get bent. There was a look on her face that I wouldn’t call defiance because she was playing along, even smirking and laughing at times.

My mum didn’t say a word – I think she wasn’t sure if Jack had gone too far.

Joy often had an expression of shock and surprise, like she couldn’t believe Jack would dare to ask us to do this and take pictures of it while she went along with it. When he told her to basically ride the broom like a witch and put the smoothed rod in between her bubble butt – she shifted to an incredulous look that I would describe as begging the question “If you really want to see me sit on a broom and slide up and down like I am a witch? I don’t mind but having to see me slide up and down on this is YOUR punishment.”

She’s a goth-type who is naturally sullen, and a bit of a layabout who likes being lazy. She’d rather argue with Mum for ten minutes than wash a single dish in the sink. I expected her to look angry and say, “HOW DARE YOU MAKE US DO THIS!”

Yet, this time, my sister seemed genuinely intrigued by the scenario and perhaps even being the center of attention, while Mum and I had to be off to the side.

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And while there were a few times she did in fact make a face like that, more often than not when Jack wanted her to do something salacious, the expression was more like “Okay, if you really want to see it, but now you’ve had to me do this for your precious snaps – Good luck erasing the mental image of your sister on a broom out of your head”

She didn’t actually fuck herself with the broom – she slid up and down it like she was thinking about having a go at it. I wasn’t sure that was what Jack intended for her to do. We were all in a bit too much shock by the audacity of the scene to do more than gawk.

My sister left a trail of quim juice on the broom – I assumed she might be getting turned on. She was a little red-faced and introspective – like the less said about that scene the better. Jack and Mum had to notice the trail my sister left on the broom, but neither made a comment about it.

That was my take on it anyway. She’s into skulls, Motorhead, and all that Gothic vampire stuff, so I might have been reading the expression wrong entirely. Another example in the kitchen, was Jack wanted my sister to pretend she had been naughty and was being put in the corner – like when we were little.

Jack quoted a line Mum always used to say, “Nose and toes in the crease of the kitchen, Joy! Hands on top of head, palms flat on top of your head so I can see you can’t get into any mischief!”

“Am I to be punished now? For doing as you say?” Joy protested softly.

“Pshaw, it’s just a bit of modeling and fantasy – stop your whinging,” my mum even joined my sister in the corner for a few of the snaps – hands on their hands like they were being punished. Jack had the three of us touch noses and stand like we were all made to hold our hands above our heads for being nattering twats.

“You should have to do that one for real at every meal – it may adjust your attitudes,” Jack laughed.

“My sister scoffed, and I thought because it was such a silly punishment for little kids that my sister’s scoff meant she wasn’t doing it. “How about I put a soap bar in my mouth, and look angry over at the camera, like you’ve punished me unjustly?” she suggested.

It wasn’t the wanton, unabashed, excited suggestion my mom would make – it was more like she wanted the scene to be more wicked, and so she was embellishing it to make it better because it wasn’t good enough to be worth her time.

“Brilliant, Joy! Extra butter and cheese for tea,” my brother agreed. As Joy bit down on the soap and clenched her teeth.

“You’d do that for a scene?” I whispered.

She shrugged and Mumbled around the soap “I won’t hold it in my mouth for long, it’s not like I am sucking on it – it’s just for kicks, Soph!”

My sister seemed suddenly unconcerned about modesty, or what she was about to do for a snap. I suspected she was trying to shock Jack and our Mum because without being asked she squatted down and stared straight ahead – hands behind her head.

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The bitter soap ran down her lips, and chin – but my sister adamantly and steadfastly remained crouched on the kitchen floor while Jack took pictures of her.

I suspected that Joy was trying to push our Mum into calling this quits by being as audacious as possible. However, it didn’t work – if anything, it backfired. My mum seemed mildly jealous that Joy was getting all of the attention.

After a few minutes, I thought that Joy might say she’d had enough of it. Her quim started to leak on the floor and her thighs got juicy even though all she was doing was staring straight ahead while squatting. I would have been mortified if I got wet while I was squatting on the kitchen tile.

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If Jack noticed – he said nothing about it – he simply snapped more pictures of her.

It felt like she was testing to see if they would tell her to stop – so she could prove a point that none of this bothered her in the slightest. I could see her legs start to quiver, and my sister’s face turn red as the acrid soap dripped down her chin almost as much as her pussy dripped down her thighs.

After about twenty minutes or so, Jack started having us do random poses around the table – more like exercises and stretches really – leaning, turning, twisting, look this way or left or right, back again at the camera – make this facial expression or that. I was hoping for a bit of a break. It was exciting, but I was getting aroused at the strangest times – mostly while doing what I was doing – in this case, I had one leg on the table stretched out straight, and another flat on the floor. Jack told me to stand on the ball of my foot, lean forward, and hold the pose.

Having to be in such a compromising position, with cool kitchen air touching my flaps and bits – was causing me to juice up and drip a bit. It wasn’t the first time any of us were obviously wet while we posed – but normally I could hide it.

I was lucky that I had such a hairy quim – it camouflaged the lake that was forming inside of me a little – but once I started to get excited the hairs started to slick up, and you could clearly tell by looking.

It wasn’t that I was getting aroused from touch or something sexual – entirely involuntarily like my brother’s morning chubbers in his jammies. He had said precious little about my arousal earlier, which was a godsend, really. Jack had treated it like a normal part of modeling and acknowledged it – but he hadn’t said “Oh Sophie! It’s so good you’ve got a waterfall going!” or anything quite like that.

Anytime I moved to wipe away the gathering slime on my vagina, Jack chided me while he posed the others – I think he was going for a three musketeers pose with our legs crossing like swords. I couldn’t wait to see if my Mum was limber enough to get a leg up on the table.

“So, Joanne, Joy, and Sophie, brilliant work on the warmup. I hope you enjoyed your lunch, as it is. I think we need to establish some ground rules.”

“I think when you say ground rules,” I said, trying to ignore how silly I must have looked with a glistening vagina trying to hold a conversation, “You mean ground rules just for girls – girls stand, you get to sit on your bum, girls pose or they get no crisps, that sort of thing?”

“You’ve almost got it – if I say no crisps or cheese for Mum, because I want her to look beautiful, or as a consequence for being an obstinate Billy goat- I want there to be no hard feelings, and I don’t want to have to face repercussions after the session because I posed you a certain way to bring out your natural feminine qualities. When we’re modeling, it’s not Mum and sisters—it can’t be. I want you to have no inhibitions, to be open books to me. If it’s Mum, I’d defer to her—I’d let her run the modeling session, and instead of directing, she’d be the director.”

Mum chimed in with a smile. “Oh, I’ve got no interest in directing. It’s far too much exciting being the subject – I can’t believe anyone would even take a picture of these old bazooms! I’ve never done anything like this before! I don’t want to direct, but I can see why I’d make you nervous and you need to be able to tell us what to do to pose. I admit I was talking when I should have been posing earlier.”

Jack nodded, looking pleased. “I don’t want sour faces later when you’re back to being Mum and sisters. Look at Soph! she’s looking miserable, because I am making her keep her hands away from her macaroni and cheese maker!”

I was mortified – now all eyes were on the strand of my “cheese” beginning to form on my labia like a silvery fluid spider web.

Joy and Mum had a good laugh at my expense – I knew I’d never live that term down.

“I can also see you lot are unhappy about your lunch, and the lack of crisps, but I thought that would motivate you and I think it did. We’ve had an outstanding session in the kitchen thus far. I do have a bit of good news—I’ll be adding dessert shortly, if you’re ready for it.

But I want you to think of yourselves as three models, a team. That means Mum follows the same rules as you lot. If you have to stand, she has to stand. No ‘do as I say, not as I do.’ No special privileges or treatment. Yah?”

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