Sister Porn {Epona & Fate}

[darkest_fate]

The bank screen showed a balance of far, far less money than was needed. Alyssa stared at the screen, the pale glow from the monitor making her pale features glow. It caught the edge of her nose ring, made her eyes seem darker. She sighed, running a hand through brunette hair in desperate need of a styling. Leaning forward, she nearly pressed her nose to the screen. how the hell was she supposed to come up with enough money to get into college? If only she'd attended just a few more classes. Her test scores were good, hell, they were excellent, but class just seemed... pointless most of the time. Yet if she had attended, her grades would be better, and the scholarships would be coming in.

"If wishes were fishes," muttered the girl. Sighing, she leaned back, staring at her computer. How could she possibly come up with thousands of dollars fast? Heh, she could always take up modeling. Her friends always teased her that she could do it. Back in the day she and her sister did tons of modeling. The pictures were still up around the house: two adorable girls, smiles sweet as candy, beaming from frames. Thankfully their parents had decided that was not how to raise their children. Of course, they probably had expected Alyssa to turn out like she had.

She sighed again, looking at the figures. How was she going to...?

Wait. Girls stripped for money, right? She could try that... she had the body for it. No, wait... Alyssa clicked about on her screen, bringing up some annoying popups she'd gotten from looking at her favorite band's websites. Two girls were posed, pressing against one another and looking at the screen. "Hot, exclusive lesbian pics," it read, "39.99." If she could get a thousand perverts to stare at lesbian pictures of her, she'd be in the money...

But she needed a partner.

"Oh, she's so going to hate me for this," muttered Alyssa. She closed the screen, hopping to her feet. "Hey, sis! Sis! I wanna talk to you about something!"

She started moving through the house, hunting down her sister. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go too far, as she'd need to bring her back to this room. They'd have to look at the stuff together, and mutually decide just how much they'd have to do. And there was percentages and cuts and all kinds of things to figure out. They'd have to buy or borrow some sexy clothing too; these girls rarely did their posing in just regular panties... unless...

Alyssa's mind was a whir as she looked for her sister, praying that the other girl would at least listen to the crazy idea.

 

[Epona_xo]

• Life, it seemed, to be going downhill for Samantha. For one thing, the recent divorce of her parents had seemed to take it's toll on the poor girl and not only that but money seemed to be tight for the family as well. Though she and her sister would constantly argue and fight over the most ridiculous things resulting in the two girls not talking to each other for days, that didn't mean she didn't love her; especially with her sister's current predicament. Sam, while a year younger than her sister, knew that college funds were not an easy thing to come by and because Alyssa was having trouble with finding the money to get into college, she would do anything to help her sister get the money and continue with her education. Alyssa had so much talent and it would have pained Sam to not see her sister be able to go into college to continue on with her talents and make a career of them. An idea Sam had contemplated about as a way to help her sister was going back into the modeling business. While it seemed at the time modeling was her life and passion, she knew there was no way her mother would approve; it seemed even at the time of the girls modeling her mother never approved. She couldn't go behind her mother's back and model once more, she didn't want to disappoint her; even if that meant leaving behind one of her loves.
  
  Sam was lost in thought as she sat on the oak folding chair in her room; a matching painting easel stood in front of her with the starting of a painted on it. The sun's rays shone it's soft light through the girl's window; illuminating the dim room with a soft and gentle glow. The mirror that stood at the side of her bed reflected the light, shinning the soft light on the side of her face. Her chocolate orbs twinkled softly in the gentle light as her arm moved gracefully, the paint brush tapping on the paper lightly; it was evident that her muse was well at work. Taking the brush away from the painting for a moment, she dipped it into the color palette that she held in her free hand to get the desired color and placed it back onto the paper; painting once more. Gentle sounds of classical music echoed and filled the room as the sounds were released from the white boom box upon her maple counter; this was Sam's time of peace and tranquility, her alone time. Painting, to Sam, was one of her passions. It gave her the creative freedom to draw whatever was on her mind and her mood seemed to effect her creativity as well. Not only as painting her passion but it seemed to relax the girl, allowing her to escape to her own head and far away from reality; it allowed her to think about the current situations and make them the way she wanted them to be in her own it. Painting seemed to give her a certain high that when asked, it was hard for her to explain; a high that one needed to experience for themselves to know how she felt.
  
  Her concentration and relaxation was suddenly broken and she came back to reality as she heard her sister. A sigh escaped her lips and her was chocolate orbs were expressed in an agitated way as she gave them a roll. Lifting herself from the chair slowly, placing the paintbrush and palette on the chair to replace where she was sitting, she shuffled over to the counter, turning the music off making her way down the stairs. "What do you want?" she seemed to scream, in an irritated tone, back as she made her way down the hallway. Alyssa knew well that this was Sam's time for relaxation and that she didn't like to be disturbed. It better have been some pretty damn important news to interrupt her at that time; if it wasn't news of a death or some other crisis, then it wasn't worth her time. Sam knew that if what Alyssa had to tell her was something ridiculous and a waste of her precious time, she would be pissed. Before she knew it, she was at the end of the stairs, lowering herself to take a seat on the carpeted step. "What?" she snapped. Running her hand through her silky brown hair and rolling her tongue over her right snakebite, playing with it in a bored manner, she waited for her sister's hopefully important news. [/list:u]

 

[darkest_fate]

Years of fights replayed themselves in Alyssa's mind. the two girls hadn't exactly been on the best of terms, not for ages. Plus once your parents started fighting one another, it just seemed natural to follow suit. Certainly didn't help that the two sisters had very little in common by way of interests. Sure, Alyssa admired Sam's artwork, actually found a lot of it to be truly impressive stuff, but she herself couldn't paint. No, Alyssa had spent most of her time hooked to the cyber world, whereas her sister lingered in the natural.

Alyssa had bounded up several stairs by the time her sister had come out. Judging by the disgusted look on Sam's face, and the way her eyes flashed in a decidedly dangerous fashion, she'd been painting or something. Probably "relaxing" by listening to music and trying to control the world. Okay, so the two sisters actually had that in common. Alyssa's choice of music just included a few more guitar riffs than Sam's. As in it actually included guitar riffs.

"Jeez, don't have to bite my head off," muttered Alyssa. She took a deep breath, meeting her sister's eyes. This definitely wasn't the best of times to go making crazy suggestions. Sam wasn't the most amendable of people under the best circumstances, and it seemed like Alyssa had already ticked her off. Maybe she should just slink back to the computer, better yet, just forget the whole thing.

No. No, she couldn't do that. she wanted into college, bad. Wanted to get out of the house and away from all this. Plus, if they actually made enough money, Sam would have some too. The girl was likely to net a scholarship of her own, but surely even Sam wouldn't turn her nose up at a hefty hunk of money.

"Look, I'm sorry to interrupt your painting time or listening to broke music or whatever," said Alyssa. She took a breath. Couldn't attack her sister. Not and then go and suggest they fake lesbian porn together. "i just... had this idea. You know how I was trying to figure out money for college? Because, uh, I don't exactly have a ton of scholarships lining up? Well, um, what if we..." she bit her lip, "tried modeling again?"

Hopefully Sam didn't kill her. Alyssa couldn't quite recall her younger sister's feelings on the whole modeling thing, though she was fairly certain it ranged in the "not good" area. But Alyssa was desperate. Maybe she could... coerce Sam into helping.

"We wouldn't tell Mom," insisted the girl, plowing through objections for the moment. "Totally hush hush. Over the internet or something. And we'd use fake names. Please, Sammie, I'm obviously desperate here..."

Maybe she should bribe the girl? Some new brushes or something...?

 

[Epona_xo]

• Her eyes remained cold and hard at the remark of her personal preferences. Typical. It seemed as though she couldn't even have a descent conversation with her sister anymore without one of them having a sly remark; especially when she was as hot headed and short tempted as she was. "Listen, if you called me down here just to criticize my taste in music or the one talent I am actually good at, unlike yourself, you can just go fuck yourself," she snarled, standing to her feet to turn around and head back in her room. She stopped herself as she listened to the remainder of her sister's sentence, her head snapping her direction. Modeling you say? The thought brought the girl's heart pound and her eyes twinkle with curiosity. While she wanted to agree to her sister's idea, for it allowed her to go back to something she once loved, she thought it over. Her mother and her options of her daughters was what meant to Sam and came first. While Alyssa noted that their modeling would be on the down low and only on the Internet, she just couldn't do it; besides what if a family friend out about their modeling on the Internet, surely word of mouth would quickly spread and their mother would doubtfully find out.
  
  She shook her head in disagreement, the flicker and curiosity quickly disappeared as a frown fell upon her lips. She snorted as she heard her sister continue on before she could get a word in. She knew that her insisting wouldn't pay off though she was going to do it anyway. "Alyssa, I can't do that," she said sternly. "Even if we did do some modeling behind mom's back, surely someone else will find out and word will quickly spread. If mom found out, do you know how disappointed she'll be?" she questioned as she stared into her sister's eyes. "I'm sorry, Alyssa. I just can't take that kind of disappointment at the moment. Not now, not even," she said.
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[darkest_fate]

Snob. The thought sprang to Alyssa's mind, but she carefully, quickly beat it down. She could already tell that she was skating on thin ice, what with the snide comments and Sam already turning as if to leave. That alone nearly made Alyssa panic; there was no way she could do this by herself. For one thing, the money just wouldn't be enough. For another, Alyssa could really use the support that her sister could give, assuming Sam could ever be brought around to this.

She hurried up a few stairs, fighting to keep her desperation from showing. "Oh, c'mon, Mom never has to know," Alyssa protested. "It's not like she gets on the computer all that often anyway. And we can make up some story. Sam," Alyssa took the last few stairs nearly in one leap, coming to stand near her sister, "you know I need this money. There's no way I'm going to get into college without a lot of bank. Let's face it, the only way we're going to get a lot of cash in a hurry is by modeling. C'mon," she was dangerously close to begging now, "I know you love the stuff. And I promise to split it all with you, fifty fifty. Sis, please, I'm nearly begging you here..."

It was that, or, well, she could try blackmailing, she supposed. Sam didn't have much in the way of secrets, and Alyssa hadn't exactly gone snooping around for dirt to use. Not like she planned on needing Sam's help for illicit modeling or anything. If she did, well. She could try lying, but Sam wasn't stupid. Hence how she mentioned the bit about word spreading and all that jazz.

The words did affect Alyssa too, making her stop to think. if their parents found out, they were dead. No way would Mom or Dad approve of their sweet little girls getting all hot and sexy for the camera. They'd have to use different names, post on sites that no one they knew would find it. Yeah, it would work, and Alyssa knew how to pull it off.

"I don't want her to find us either,' she finally added, looking to Sam. "I'm not stupid. We'll have to use fake names and stuff..."

Gah, it was this hard already, and Alyssa hadn't even gotten to the "oh, and it's lesbian porn" bit.

 

[Epona_xo]

• The girl stopped dead in her tracks as her sister made her way up the stairs in a blur. Clicking her tongue in an agitated way she rolled her eyes and snorted once more. This talk of modeling was not only paining her but was beginning to piss her off. No means no. Didn't Alyssa understand that? Biting her lower lip she felt her hand curl up into a tight fist, her fingers turned a pale yellow as the circulation was being cut. Taking a swing at her sister, while sounded like a good idea, wouldn't make light of the situation nor would it settle anything; if anything, it would just make it worse. Uncurling her hand as the biting of her lip seemed to relax her some, she heaved a heavy sigh. "What kind of story, Lyssa?" she questioned, smirking as she thought about what rich story she would come up with. "You know damn well that mom and dad aren't stupid and it will take much more than a ridiculous story to convince them," she said.
  
  It was true. She did love modeling, but it seemed that when she gave up the stuff, her love for it disappeared as well; or at least that's what she convinced herself. It wasn't so much the money that her sister offered that if she did agree to this; hell she didn't care. It was just her parent's discovery that irked her and stopped her from just saying 'yes.' Looking at her sister, she couldn't help but laugh. How pathetic. Begging? Now Alyssa was reaching an all time low here. Or perhaps she was just that desperate. Either way, the act made her laugh. A slight sense of sentimentality waved over Sam for even though she had a hint of what her sister was going through at the moment, she couldn't help be feel sorry for her. Sure, Sam wanted to help her sister the best she could and would support her with her decisions, but this idea was just out of the question. Rolling her eyes, chocolate orbs bore into her sister's once more; an expression of disgust never left her. "I heard you the first time," she remarked. "I'm not deaf," she added with a sarcastic remark. "Sure, we can always change out names but our faces will remain the same. Clearly, if someone saw us, they'd match our names to our faces," she said. Sure, if even they did decide to model, there was always the idea of taking out their piercings. However, even that idea didn't seem right to her.
  
  Now matter how much her sister may beg and plea now, she was going to stick to her stubborn ways. She was ready for Alyssa to take off the gloves and stop playing no-more-mrs-nice-sister. It was going to take a lot for this girl to say yes and Alyssa knew damn well. And if not? Well, then she wasn't as smart as Sam thought. [/list:u]

 

[darkest_fate]

Alyssa's jaw started to clinch, her eyes narrowing slightly. Why was Sam being such a bitch about this? Sure, they didn't see things eye to eye all that often, but generally they could at least get the other to go along with stuff. Something else must be hanging the girl up, for this much resistance. Either that or the girl had decided that she was just going to be a stubborn pain the ass about the whole situation.

"Okay, I tried being nice about it," muttered Alyssa. She'd noticed Sam's fist tightening, and nearly laughed. If the girl had swung, Alyssa would so have kicked her ass up and down the street. Not like it wouldn't be the first time. It was definitely time for the kid gloves to come off.

"I'd tell them that I came up with a website by myself and got some investors into it. Hell, I could even sell some of your artwork or some bullshit like that. They would buy that, especially since we both know that I can get something like that up. Now, I need help. Your help. I don't want to do this by myself," Alyssa insisted. Begging wasn't going to work. She should have figured as much. Alyssa wouldn't have budged if Sam had come begging and whimpering up to her, asking for favors. No, they'd have to do this the dirty way. Would work for starters, and by the time they were neck deep in this, neither was going to pull out anyway.

"So here's what we're going to do: you're going to model with me, or I'm telling the parents that you and your hippie artist friends sit around naked and smoke pot," Alyssa's proclaimed, nearly sounding cheery about it. "Of course, I'll have some video evidence of it. And you know damn well that i can work a camera and edit footage. So will they, but I'm betting neither's going to look all that hard when I've got you chanting like a witch or something."

Alyssa's smile could cut skin. "So, ready to model with me now?"