Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... STANDARD WARNING This story is of an erotic nature. I wouldn't dream of telling you what you can or can't read but if the law, in your part of the world, says you must not read this sort of fiction then please go read something that they'll let you. Don't break the laws, change them. CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ Optical Illusion by Duke of Ramus A Piece of my Imagination --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental (C) 2007 Duke of Ramus. All rights reserved. Danny was in heaven and the contents of the kitchen table before him had a lot to do with it. Danny was a high school geek and, whilst not proud of the label, had grown used to his perceived station in life. His particular hobby was photography and this had allowed him to get close to some of the more prestigious members of the school community. That exposure had increased once he'd been nominated as the year book photographer, with many of the lesser lights offering various inducements to have a good picture for their entry. Danny was only human and had accepted a few of the offers though he'd never talk about it. He felt that it undermined his opinion of himself for having resorted, in effect to blackmail, albeit self generated. The kitchen table currently held the seven images he considered the pick of the crop, images that he'd taken without being offered any favours, unfortunately. Emma Jane was the prettiest girl in the school and her image took centre stage. He'd caught her likeness perfectly, the way her brown hair framed her tanned face, the glistening of her plump lips below her seductive dark eyes was all there. Perfect. The picture above Emma Jane was of Sophia, another of the cheerleaders, Her giggle was infectious and he'd caught her just as she'd burst into another fit. Her head was thrown back, her blond hair billowing around her like a halo. Her face, starting with her pale blue eyes, was shown lit up with joy. Almost as impressive was the way her simple white blouse was straining over her bra encased breasts. Moving clockwise from Sophia came Amanda and the contrast was striking. Where Sophia was all blond and bubbly Amanda was dark and serious as befits one of the cleverest people in the school. She had long, straight, dark hair that could have been boring but wasn't in this case. It glowed in a very special way as did her eyes behind the boring nerdy glasses she wore as a disguise. Danny knew Amanda well, both being in the top five percent of the school academically. He just wished that he had a similar ability to mix with other people. In the four o'clock position of his display was Jonathon, team captain and all round hunk. The dream boat that just about every cheerleader wanted to sail on. With his blue eyes and tight curly hair he looked the part though, to his credit, he didn't seem to exploit his attraction. The bottom picture was Zoë Rogers, an athlete and the tallest girl in the school. If the school had had a basketball team she'd have been a certainty to be in it. As it was she was the captain of the school swim team and drove all members of the team with a hard determination that achieved success. Her body matched her ambition, hard, fast and perfectly put together. The next picture around was Robin, the male equivalent of Amanda. Clever to the point of exclusion, he made Danny feel like a dunce and, unfortunately for him, he hadn't mastered the social skills that would allow him friends. If he hadn't been a big, fit lad he'd have been the normal choice for the school bullies, as it was it was the sports coaches that chased him but he wasn't interested in any sort of physical activity. The last picture on the kitchen table was Felicity, vivacious, sexy and the biggest tease in the school. Her strawberry blond hair was dishevelled in a way that only constant care and attention could achieve. Her blue eyes were alive with mischief. For the picture she'd got Danny to go round to her house and had gone through several outfits before choosing the picture on the table. The thin white blouse she wore clearly showed the delicate, lacy bra beneath. The fact that half the buttons on the blouse were open was merely a distraction. Danny knew that if you blew the picture up big enough you could make out the pink of her nipple through both the bra and the blouse. How did he know, because he had done it. There was one picture missing from the table, the picture of Miss Annabel Trimbell, his favourite teacher. Miss Trimbell had a body to die for though the rest of her was fairly ordinary. It was the way she'd posed that struck Danny as so sexy. He'd asked if he could take her picture for the year book as school was finishing one day. To his surprise she'd agreed but said it had to be done here and now. He guessed she didn't expect him to have his camera with him, but Danny carried it around in his bag like a safety blanket. Miss Trimbells initial poses had been a little stilted but she'd softened as Danny snapped away. The picture that got Danny excited had happened purely by chance. He'd asked her to turn in her chair as he'd dropped to one knee to eliminate part of the background. Twisting in her chair, Annabel Trimbell had missed her skirt rising up slightly and then tightening across her thighs, the picture was snapped and Danny continued taking other shots not realising just what he'd captured. He'd expected Miss Trimbell to review the pictures he'd taken but she didn't have time, telling him to bring the best in the following day for her to see. Checking the images on the computer that night had revealed a stocking top and the bulges created by a suspender belt. Applying a soft focus filter created an image that was truly erotic and one that joined the few Danny had enlarged and printed out on high quality glossy paper. The images he presented to her the following day didn't include his favourite shot for some reason. ---oOo--- The pictures he'd been looking at were still on the table when the kitchen door burst open and his mother, Celine and her sister, Rachel burst in. Danny, who had just put the kettle on, jumped in surprise and twisted round at their noisy entrance. The two of them froze momentarily when they saw him there then, looking slightly guilty for some reason, greeted him happily. Danny, his heart slowing from the fright, managed to untangle his tongue. "Hi Auntie Rachel," he called, knowing that being called an Auntie wound his favourite relative up. Before she could come up with a biting retort he asked, "Would you both like a cuppa, I've just put the kettle on?" His mother, her bags still in her hands breezed towards him, "That would be nice Danny," she said before kissing him on the cheek. Looking back over her shoulder she called to her sister, "I'm taking this stuff upstairs, back in a minute," and without waiting for an answer she disappeared into the hall way. Rachel, glaring at her nephew in a mock serious way, dropped her bags by the door and headed for a seat by the kitchen table. "I've got to get the weight of my feet, we've been shopping all day and I'm bushed. As she dropped onto the seat she glanced at the pictures spread out on the table and paused in surprise. Those are very good, she thought, I could do with getting some new ones of the kids. She glanced over at Danny as he beavered away preparing the tea, "Danny." She waited for him to turn towards her, "Did you take these?" "Yeah, they're for the year book, I hope." Rachel moved a couple of them around to get a better look, "Did you have a studio or something, they're very professional," she asked. "Just a plain background and a couple of lights with brollies. I set it all up in an alcove in the library entrance and just grabbed people as they walked past. Some where more willing than others." "So what are these ones?" Rachel asked, waving at the few pictures he'd left out. "They're the ones I think are the best." He paused, "They're also the ones that are likely to end up being given pride of place in the book." Danny turned back to the side and picked up the tray containing the tea things and walked over to the kitchen table. He settled the tray on the table, well away from the pictures and began pouring the tea as his mother clattered back into the kitchen. Celine dropped into the seat next to her sister and looked at the pictures in she was holding. "So what are these?" She asked. She knew that photography was one of his hobbies but she'd never really paid a lot of attention to the results. "As I was telling Rachel," said Danny, dropping the Auntie title now that he was in a serious discussion, "They're pictures for the school year book and the ones I think are going to get the most exposure." "Why?" His mother asked. "Well," Danny said, pointing to the middle picture, "That's Emma Jane, she or Sophia there," he said indicating the next picture, "are the two most likely to get the queen title." He pointed to the picture at the bottom of the display, "That's Jonathon, team captain and all round good guy, a shoe in for the king slot," he said. Next he indicated Amanda and Robin, "These two are the brains of the school, which one takes the valedictorian prize has yet to be decided. My vote would go to Amanda but that's just my opinion." His Aunt looked at him and smiled, knowingly, "Is that because she's a girl?" "No, though you wouldn't mistake her for a boy. She's just a nicer person. Robin is clever but has a tendency to say things without thinking." Both of the older women were nodding in understanding. Danny indicated the last picture, "Felicity there is going to be voted the most likely to succeed." "You seem pretty sure of that." His mother said. "Sometimes things are just a foregone conclusion, no body else is even in the running." The three of them contemplated the pictures as they drank their tea. As they finished the first cup Rachel voiced the thoughts she'd had earlier. "Danny, would you do me a favour?" "Depends what it is?" Said Danny cautiously, he'd been caught out in the past by being to eager. "Would you come round to my house and take pictures of the family. I'd really like some new pictures of the kids before they disappear." That didn't seem like to much of a problem, "Yeah, sure. When?" he asked. "Tomorrow evening if your free." "OK, I'll be there," he said. "Does anyone want another cup of tea?" He asked, reaching for the teapot though his mind wasn't really on the task. ---oOo--- Danny sipped his tea and thought about Rachel and her family. Her husband was his Uncle Robert, he was something reasonably important in the city and didn't really speak to Danny or any other child if it came to that. He was always in a suit, even when he came around for a barbecue. Danny had heard his mom and dad passing derogatory comments about Robert on more than one occasion, most of them seemed to be aimed at his lack of interest in anything other than money. Robert and Rachel had two children. The youngest was Alan who was fourteen and Bethany who was a year older than Danny at sixteen. Alan was a bit of a short arse though he had found his niche in school playing soccer, where his speed and balance had got him into the senior team even though he was two years younger than most of the other players. He was a bright cheeky boy who used his smile to get himself out of trouble. Bethany really should have been giving Emma Jane and Sophia a run for their money in the queen stakes but she'd gone off on a Goth trip when she was fourteen and had only recently got over it. That deviation, as far as the majority of the other kids where concerned, had cost her a chance at heading the poll. Still, Danny looked forward to taking a proper picture of her. His Aunt Rachel was a nice example of a mature woman and it was easy to see where Bethany had got her looks. Rachel had maintained the athletic figure she'd had when she was younger, quickly getting back into shape after having each of her two children. She was bright, intelligent and witty and seemed to get along with just about everyone. This was the family that Danny would be taking pictures of. He'd have to set up his backdrop and both of the flash lamps with their respective brollies before he got started other wise everyone would be bored and bored people did not take good pictures. So how would he get them to dress and pose? ---oOo--- "Hi Alan, want to get this over with?" Danny asked with a smile. "Tell me about it, I don't know why mom wants another picture of me. She's got hundreds already." Danny indicated the stool in front of the camera, "Just perch on there while I make a few checks will you." He waited as Alan crossed to the bar stool and then turned to face the camera. "I think your mom just wanted to get something more than the normal action shot of you dashing down the field." Alan smiled at Danny, "OK. So what do you want me to do?" "Just stay as you are for now and I'll get a couple of shots, then we'll see what we can manage." Danny took a few casual shots, then had Alan hop on and off the stool a couple of times just taking random snaps. He then tried with Alan holding his track suit jacket over his shoulder which seemed to work quiet well. The best shot Danny got of Alan happened because he hit the shutter release just as Bethany entered the room behind him. Her entrance caused Alan to both smile and relax at the same time and Danny caught that moment. Bethany was really bubbly, she got Alan out of the way and wanted Danny to take loads of pictures of her as she moved around. Fortunately Danny had a couple of spare memory cards for the digital camera so he didn't have to worry about taking too many pictures. Bethany was in her cheerleaders outfit, a recent acquisition and one she was very proud of. She just loved posing for Danny and set about teasing him at the same time. She stretched her legs out in front of him, allowing her skirt to fall to one side or the other and flash her matching knickers at the poor camera man. Danny for his part just kept snapping away and enjoying the performance. Their session was interrupted before it got out of hand by the return home of Robert. Rachel grabbed him as he walked through the door and, after dropping his briefcase in the hallway, pulled him into the makeshift studio where Danny was stood waiting. "Darling, I've got Danny to take pictures of the family, isn't that good?" Robert sort of grunted something that could have been interpreted either way. Rachel though just moved him into the centre of the room and asked, "How do you want us Danny?" Danny didn't really need to think about this, the family group was a standard in all the photographic magazines. "Why don't you hop up on the stool and Uncle Robert can stand behind you. I'll get a few shots like that then Alan and Bethany can join you for a few more pictures." Rachel pulled Robert into position before sitting herself, she smoothed the skirt of the grey business suit she was wearing and plastered a huge smile on her face. Robert behind her looked like his favourite frog had died. Danny took a couple of pictures then tried to get Robert to join in by positioning his hand on his wife's shoulder. He just dropped it on like a dead fish and his expression didn't change one iota. Almost giving up Danny had Alan and Bethany join the two adults and snapped away. If it hadn't been for Roberts lack of expression the group would really have looked like a happy family. When Robert announced that he'd had enough the group broke up and Danny thought that was the end of it but Bethany had other ideas. ---oOo--- After the rest of her family had left the room Bethany spoke up, "Danny, would you take a few more pictures of me?" "A few more, I'd have thought we got enough before your dad got home." "Danny, stop being silly!" She exclaimed, "I want some sexier ones. Can you take them?" Could he take them? Did fish swim? What sort of dumb question was that? "Ahmm, what exactly did you have in mind?" Suddenly looking bashful Bethany said, "I've got a bikini, would that be all right?" Bethany in a bikini sounded like the first step to heaven as far as Danny was concerned. "That would be a very good start Beth. I'll put a new memory card in the camera whilst you go and get ready." Bethany raced from the room. Why Danny didn't know, there wasn't a chance in hell that he was going anywhere before she reappeared. As he was fiddling with the camera he became aware of a presence behind him. Glancing back he saw Rachel had come back in the room. "Are you packing away?" She asked. "Not just yet. Bethany asked if I'd take a few more pictures of her." "She did seem to be enjoying herself didn't she?" His Aunt asked. Danny, all smiles, just nodded his head in agreement. "What about you, did you enjoy having your picture taken?" "I think I'm like most women, if the picture makes you look good then we're all for it." "That's not hard when they're as pretty as you are." Danny blushed as he realised what he'd just said. Rachel looked a little shocked at what he'd said then said, "Thank you Danny, that's very good to hear." Danny was stumped, what was he supposed to do now? Fortunately, before the silence between them got to long Bethany reappeared. She was wearing a bright blue beach wrap which covered her bikini. "Mom, what are you doing here?" "Oh I just thought I'd see what you were getting up to." "Mom!" Her mom laughed, "Don't be silly." She looked her daughter over, "Well come on then, get that wrap off and strut your stuff." Bethany moved over to the centre of the room and after giving her mother a careful look shrugged the wrap off to reveal a bright blue two piece costume. The bottom consisted of a very tiny pair of boy shorts whilst the top was a push'em up job that created a very good cleavage. Danny wasn't sure what Rachel thought but he was most impressed. He grabbed his camera and started moving Bethany around, snapping away whenever he saw something of interest, and there were a lot of interesting things to see. After five minutes he'd even forgotten that Rachel was there, so to had Bethany judging by some of the things that she said as she rolled around the floor with Danny stood above her. It was Rachel clearing her throat at the crucial moment that stopped Danny cold. It also reminded the two of them of their audience. Bethany jumped straight in, "Have you still got your bikini mom?" "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" "Well go get it on and we can have some mother daughter shots done as well. I'm sure Danny wouldn't mind." Rachel, thinking of what Danny had said to her said, "I'm sure he wouldn't but..." "No buts mom, go get it on and get back here. I'll keep Danny interested until you get back." Rachel left, the final comment from her daughter ensuring that she'd be quick. Bethany looked at the younger boy and smiled at him, to Danny it looked like she was sizing him up for lunch. "So are you up for it?" Confused Danny asked, "Up for what?" Bethany rolled her eyes, "Look, just keep taking pictures and keep your mouth shut, can you do that?" "Yes." Said Danny, starting to worry about Beth's intentions. "Good, so take a picture of this," she said and placed a hand on either side of her bust and pushed inwards. Danny nearly creamed himself but managed to get the camera to his eye and press the shutter release. Bethany, thoroughly enjoying herself continued with several more poses, all designed to keep Danny interested, whilst she waited for her mothers return. Rachel was caught between a rock and a hard place. The only bikini could find, a little white thing, was tight on her and she didn't know where her newer suits where. She considered searching for one but remembering her daughters pledge to keep Danny interested decided she didn't have the time. Wrapping her fluffy white dressing gown around herself she dashed back to the temporary studio, hoping that her daughter hadn't gone too far. ---oOo--- Rachel was far from dignified in her entrance, worry had caused her to rush and that extra speed had allowed her robe to catch on the door frame as she passed. The snagging caused her to spin slightly leaving her disorientated and dishevelled, not exactly elegant. Bethany giggled then held out her arms, "Come on mother, there's no need to be in that much of a rush. Danny wasn't going anywhere." Both Danny and Rachel blushed when they heard the comment Bethany, and understood what it seemed to imply. Rachel dropped the robe as it seemed pointless to pull it back on and, holding her head high, joined her daughter in the middle of the room. Bethany took over the session, posing her mother and telling Danny what shots to take. She laid her hands on her mothers skin whenever there was an opportunity to do so. She stroked gently, muttering words that relaxed her mother as she was moved into increasingly provocative poses. Then Bethany started joining in the poses, laying her head on her mothers shoulder for one then across her stomach for the next. She rested her chin on her mothers chest and gazed into the grown woman's eyes. Danny felt himself getting excited, wondering where this was all leading. Rachel looked as though she was in shock, what was her daughter up to? Bethany ran her hand across her mothers stomach then up her side. Her fingers went over the top of the bikini whilst the thumb slid under the material. Danny, spotting the manoeuvre, zoomed in close and watched as his Aunts nipple, tormented by Bethany, rose to the occasion. Coming back to a wider shot he found himself looking straight into the knowing eyes of his cousin. "Nice shot Danny?" She asked. "Just you believe it." he replied. Bethany stepped back from her mom and looked her over with a smile, "So mom, what do you think? Want to go a bit further?" she asked. Rachel, still looking dizzy, didn't answer. Bethany grinned at Danny and reached around her back and started fiddling with the catch on her bikini top. "I'm going topless, that would make a really good picture." Rachel, shocked out of her stupor burst out, "No your not, young lady!" Bethany, her arms still behind her respond, "yes I am," emphatically. "There is no way that I can allow you to do that Bethany." "Well you can go topless too, you know." Was the response to her mothers objections. "No," said Rachel, looking worried. Bethany got a superior look on her face, something was coming thought Danny as he watched the by-play between mother and daughter. "I dare you to go topless, mom." A dare, what's so impressive about that, thought Danny. "No!" shrieked Rachel. Bethany just looked on with that same smug expression, "Forfeit," she exclaimed. "No, neither, it's not right." Blustered Rachel, though she didn't seem that convincing to Danny. "No forfeit then you'll have to do the dare," Bethany paused, then concluded, "Mommy." There was definitely something here that Danny wanted to find out about, but he'd have to wait to get Bethany alone. "No." Said Rachel, almost whispering. Bethany, almost dancing chanted, "forfeit, forfeit." Rachel, glancing at Danny in defeat whispered "Okay I'll do the dare." "What was that mom?" Pushed Bethany. "I said I'd do the dare." "Oh goodie." Gloated Bethany ---oOo--- Bethany moved alongside Danny leaving her mother alone in front of the camera. Danny just stood, his mouth slightly open, as Rachel turned her back on him and reached for the clip holding her top in place. Danny was jerked out of his daze by a sharp elbow from Bethany. He raised the camera and started snapping away. Rachel slipped the straps off her shoulders and down on to her arms, always keeping one arm across her chest. Carefully, keeping her back to Danny and the camera she untangled the top and dropped it on the stool. Bethany, in a calm voice began giving instructions. "OK Mommy, now turn to face the camera, that's good." "Now look up, Perfect" Danny moved slightly to one side, looking at the catch lights in Rachels eyes. He was mesmerised by the events going on around him. "Very nice mommy. Now just move your arms away slowly until your boobs are resting in your hands." Rachel complied with Bethany, her hands sliding sensuously across her own body. Danny was breathing hard as he watched and he wasn't the only one. "OK mommy, now spread your fingers. That's right, let the little puppies show their noses." Danny zoomed in tight, catching an excellent shot as one of Rachels fully erect nipples sprang out between her fingers. Danny was concentrating that hard on what was happening in front of him that he last track of where Bethany was, or even what she was doing. What she was doing was removing her own top. The first inclination that Danny had of this event was when Bethany, her chest thrust forward, walked into view. With hardly a pause the young girl reached forward and gripped her mothers wrists. "Now mommy, it's time to show what you've got," and with that she gently, but firmly, moved Rachels hands away from her breasts. Danny and the camera went into overdrive, as did his heart. Fortunately for him he'd used the camera a lot and most of it's functions he could find without looking because there was no way that he was taking his eye from the view finder with this vision in front of him. Bethany, almost in slow motion, pushed her mothers arms behind her, moving forward as she did so. Danny watched on spellbound as two pairs of breast collided, touched, deformed and melded together. Higher up Bethany moved forward, her lips puckering as she did so. Rachel, seeing her daughters lips approaching matched her, flicking her tongue across her dry lips making them glisten in the spotlights... ---oOo--- "Danny, Danny, are you OK?" Startled, Danny jerks up, his half empty teacup splashing cold liquid all over his hands. The saucer catching most of the excess and thus saving the year book photos. His Aunt and mother look at him, slightly worried, as he went very red and stuttered, "Sorry, I guess I was day dreaming..." ---oOo---