At 38, I was fortunate enough to have a successful career as a commercial photographer. While I did my share of weddings and bar mitzvah’s, I also got to shoot many fashion sessions, meeting many beautiful young women and being blessed with the opportunity to have sex with a number of them. My wife didn’t appreciate this very much, which explains why she is now my ex-wife. But then she was also a model I had met on a shoot before our relationship blossomed into a 5-year long argument. Fortunately, we didn’t have any children to fuck up so the divorce was about as clean as it could be.
While it would have been nice to have had some kids, I have come to accept this as something that will probably never be. But I have also been lucky enough to have my older brother’s kids to enjoy and spoil. By brother has two daughters, Beckie and Jenna. They are both smart, beautiful and sweet kids and I have enjoyed spending time with them while they were growing up. They were also incredibly photogenic and I had used them as models here and there for different projects ranging from children’s clothing ads to portraits.
Beckie and Jenna are now grown up. Beckie is 22 and is finishing up college and on her way to graduate school to get her MBA next Fall. Jenna is 18 and just graduated high school. While she is as bright as her sister, she is not the straight arrow that Beckie is. From the time she was little, we all knew that Beckie would be a business woman. There was just something about her. Jenna, on the other hand, was the wild child of the two, often flighty and irresponsible. Luckily she was also drop-dead gorgeous and could easily get out of trouble with a smile or a glance. But it didn’t get her into college. So Jenna was taking time off after high school to figure out what she was going to do.
My brother and I are a lot like his girls. He went to college to become a CPA and I went to art school for two years before dropping out. As a result, I always understood Jenna better than Beckie, and we were the closer for it. I guess that’s one reason why Jenna came to me to talk about breaking into the modeling business, the other being I was a photographer. She told me her parents weren’t happy with the idea and hoped that I would talk her out of it. Part of me wanted to – it’s not an easy career and it’s short lived. The road to success is filled with exploiters, scumbags and perverts, and the girl’s who make it are few and far between.
But another part of me knew that Jenna had what it took to be a model. She was more beautiful than most of the girls I had shot over the years. She had striking auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that could make a grown man cry. Lucky for her I was her uncle or I might have been one of the perverts trying to get into her panties.
I told Jenna that while her father would probably kill me, I would help her get a portfolio together and introduce her to some people who could help her. She was ecstatic. We set aside a few days to shoot her book and I told her what kind of clothes to bring to the shoot. I also made arrangements for her to meet with my friend Emily to learn make-up techniques. Emily is a makeup artist and former model I have worked with and casually dated over the years. In any event, I was treated to the biggest hug I’d ever gotten from Jenna, which left me dazed enough to momentarily forget that she was my niece.
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