Chad's gaze met Bishop's, considering his words. "You're the master of Pokémon Snap, right? Capturing all those wild moments with perfect timing—Pikachu mid-Thunderbolt, Snorlax snoring through a fruit barrage. Well, time to dust off those Professor Oak-approved skills. Just imagine us as your next rare catch—picture a big flashing photo box around us, like we're dodging apples on the beach stage!"
Jaw tightening, Bishop's eyes reluctantly flicked to Kerry, naked and pressed against Chad. He grimaced, his voice low and grudging. "Gonna be tough framing all that fat Snorlax in the shot," he muttered, his gaze quickly shifting away from his sister, who was still wrapped in a tight, naked hug with Chad.
Kerry shoved closer, wrapping Chad in a tight hug, her bare breasts pressing firmly against his chest. The sudden heat of her skin jolted through him, his dick twitching deeper inside her. He swallowed hard, fighting the urge to glance down. I can't look now… he's taking the photo, and he'll botch it if I move and let out a big smile, like I do for all photos.
A few photos were snapped by Bishop, his gaze deliberately avoiding the camera screen as he stepped back with a tense frown. "Done."
Blinking, Kerry pulled away slightly. "You did?! I didn't see the flash…"
Bishop muttered, "Because The Flash is too fast… for the naked eye… or the naked… Lil K."
Kerry snapped her head toward him, eyes narrowing. "The Flash is too fast? What the hell are you even talking about? There wasn't any flash at all." She crossed her arms, her expression shifting from confusion to suspicion. Then, with a sharp inhale, her voice rose in mock outrage. "You better have taken some fucking decent shots of us, you useless prick!!"
"I did look… see?" Bishop lifted the camera hesitantly, tilting it toward Kerry as he scrolled through the photos with quick, almost frantic swipes. "B-but, uh… you're not exactly photogenic, so… I wouldn't get my hopes up." His voice wavered slightly, his attempt at nonchalance cracking under the weight of her glare.
He stopped on one of the pictures and winced. His fingers tightened around the camera, as if bracing for impact. "O-okay, don't freak out, but… uh… some of these might be a little blurry." He dared a glance at Kerry, his shoulders tensing as if he expected her to lunge at him at any second.
"Blurry? Blurry?! You cockwomble, you better not have fucked this up with your shaky little bitch hands, or I'll ram that camera so far up your arse you'll be spitting pixels! Fix this shit, you trembling twat, or I swear I'll make you eat that lens, you useless, spineless git!"
Forgetting Chad's dick was still deep inside her, she lunged forward without warning, jerking her hips as she pulled away. The sudden motion sent a tug through him, causing his member to twist at an awkward angle with force. She lunged forward to check the camera, and his cock popped out with a wet, fleshy plop, like a suction cup being ripped off glass. A sloppy squelch followed, then a soft, rhythmic slurp as she stomped ahead. Sticky goo dripped from her, splattering onto the floor with a series of wet plops. His cock throbbed, coated in warm, silky goo—slick and plush, like honey, pulsing with her heat. He savoured the sensation, but his hand hovered, too afraid to touch the slick sheen, knowing she'd notice the moment he did, and dreading the excuse it would give her to shout at him... especially while he remained so vulnerable, at her mercy.
"Give me that!" she commanded, snatching the camera from his hands, her pussy dripping steadily, leaving a trail across the bedroom floor of Bishop's room. She glanced at the pictures on the screen, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh… wow… Chad…" she murmured, her eyes fixed on the image where only half the screen was visible, but the scene was unmistakable. Chad's dick was clearly buried deep inside her. This was video proof she could keep forever—proof that his sexy dick had been inside her, and no one would ever be able to question it.
She shifted her gaze to the top of the screen, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. "This isn't fucking blurry," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she spat right onto the screen. "You've got your greasy fucking fingerprints all over it, you idiot," she sneered, using her spit to wipe it clean. "God, you're such a fucking slob." Her fingers moved quickly, the slick wetness leaving streaks as she furiously rubbed away the mess, muttering under her breath, "How the hell do you manage to fuck everything up so badly?"
Finally, the image cleared, and she saw Chad's smiling face, his expression frozen for the photo, his lips curved into a polite grin. In contrast, her own face appeared bitter and dominating, a clear reflection of the power she wielded in that moment. A little bit of her side-boob was visible in the shot, the two of them locked in a tight, intimate embrace, their bodies pressed together in a way that conveyed a raw, unfiltered connection.
She passed her brother the phone, giving him a hard push that made him stumble, causing her boobs to jiggle uncontrollably—like the physics dial for boobs in a video game had been cranked up to max, the wobbling refusing to stop.
"Alright, take photos of us with everything on display… full body, my face, tits, and pussy, and make sure you get Chad's dick, abs, and every damn thing in the shot. I want it immortalised so I can see just how damn sexy we look naked together. You're never gonna see naked people like this again, so enjoy it while you can, loser!"
Bishop said, "No amount of Instagram photo filters will ever be able to make you look good."
His sister shot him a cold, venomous look and sneered, "No fucking filters! I want our raw, naked bodies on full display!"
Kerry strutted toward Chad, naked and bold, her hips swaying with each cocky step, skin gleaming in the dim light. An odd warmth tickled her thighs, and she paused—her own pussy juice, thick and hot, was leaking from between her legs without her realising.
She slid her fingers deep into her wet pussy, a slow, deliberate plunge that drew a thick, glistening wave of her essence, curling around her digits like molten silk. Chad stood frozen, his mouth agape, breath stuttering as her eyes locked onto his with a wicked glint. With a sudden flick, she thrust her dripping fingers past his lips, smearing the warm, musky slickness across the roof of his mouth and around his tongue in a single claiming stroke. His tongue flinched, tasting her heat.