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Seducing Jessica: Part Two

Previous Parts: Part One

Chapter Three: Showoff

When she was out of the pool, Jessica was acutely aware of just how much the bikini was showing off. The water made the fabric hug tightly to her every curve. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed it yesterday. Stupid. Yesterday her perception of life had been different. That was why.

It was not as though Jessica did not notice the looks she got from men. She understood that men thought she was cute. Jessica, herself, knew that she was cute. Her petite body and wide eyes, framed by the long, black hair, lent her a look of adorable innocence, like some kind of dark little pixie, she thought. She understood it well enough to have used those wide eyes and sweet smile to get her way in the past. She’d never really considered it sexual, though. It was just a little flirty.

As she dried herself, though, her eyes wandered over Eric’s swim trunks, particularly his crotch. Was that a bit of a bulge she saw? She thought it was. Eric was never the type of brother that roughhoused with her. She was small, after all. He’d always been more the type to tease her or play the odd joke. Thus, he’d never tried to dunk her in the pool. Before today.

Today, she’d gotten some more splashing and a couple of dunks in the water. Eric had put his arms around her waist and pulled her under with a laugh. She hadn’t imagined it. He had been touching her body. As she put the towel around herself and picked up the robe, Eric gave her a look, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked.

“Let’s go get your money. But you can’t cover up. That’s not what you’re getting paid for.”

There was a silly grin on his face that made Jessica blush.

“I’m wet,” she explained, “I’m going to freeze if I don’t dry off.”

He nodded and said, “Lay in the sun. Dry off and warm up. I’ll go get the money.”

Jessica agreed and lay on one of the deck chairs, spreading the towel beneath her and soaking in the sun. Eric was gone for a few minutes, and then came back holding his wallet and his phone. He went through the wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten, holding them out.

“Now, you can have this, as we agreed, and wear the bikini for the rest of the day. That means the whole day until we go to bed. Or…”

Jessica reached for the money, stopped, and asked, “Or, what?”

“Or, you can make twice as much being a swimsuit model,” Eric finished.

“What do you mean?” Jessica asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I mean, if you let me take five photos of you in the swimsuit, posing as I choose, I’ll give you ten dollars for each photo. That’s another fifty dollars.”

“Why?” Jessica asked.

“Why, what?”

“Why do you want to take pictures of me?” she asked, blushing.

“Because, if you decide you’re going to be an escort, you’ll need to take pictures. Also, you’re cute and I want to have pictures of a cute girl in a bikini.”

“To do what with?” she probed, “Why do you want, specifically, pictures of me in a bikini? You can go look up pictures of girls in bikinis for free. And I’m not going to be an escort, so the first answer is a moot point.”

Now it was Eric’s turn to blush, though it was hardly noticeable against his tanned skin.

“Does it matter? Do you want the money or not?” he asked, finally.

Jessica considered it. Fifty dollars was a lot of money, and she did need it. By Eric’s answer, though, it was obvious what he was going to do with the pictures. He was going to jerk off to pictures of her in her bikini. Jessica may not have known much about penises, but she did know that guys jerked off, and she knew her brother would do it.

Did she want to think about her brother jerking off to her pictures? She couldn’t puzzle out, exactly, how she felt about that. Common knowledge said that she should be disgusted by it and, perhaps if their lives had been a little different, if they hadn’t spent much of the last three years apart, she might have. It wasn’t disgust she felt, though. It was… something else, like the feeling she’d gotten when she looked at the escort girl in the pink lingerie, the feeling she’d had when she’d imagined her dad fucking the escort.

“Five pictures?” she asked.

“Five pictures,” Eric agreed, his grin spreading.

He pulled more money out and handed it to her.

“Nothing gross, right?”

“Nothing gross,” he said, “Nothing that you couldn’t post on Facebook.”

“Okay,” she said, hesitantly.

Having nowhere to put the money, Jessica held it in her hand. Eric reached down and took it from her.

“Hey!” she cried.

“Like this,” he instructed and lifted the band of her bikini bottom.

He tucked the bills through it and let it snap back.

“That’s not funny,” she said.

“Do you have a better place?”

Jessica did not have a better place, so she left the bills tucked into her bottoms, which made her feel cheap. Eric took her picture.

“Now, turn over,” he instructed.

Jessica glared at him and rolled over onto her belly.

“Oh, keep that look and turn back toward me,” he said.

Jessica had no trouble keeping the glare as she looked over her shoulder at the camera, her dark hair frizzy and damp.

“Spread your legs, just a bit,” Eric ordered.


“Because it will look cuter.”

Jessica sighed and parted her legs, showing her brother the mound of her pussy, covered by the bottoms. He took the second picture and whistled.

“That is something,” he said, looking at the photo, “It’s a good look.”

“Let me see,” she said.

Eric sat on the edge of the lounger and showed her the photo. In it, her brown eyes were dark in the sunlight and she looked more pouty than annoyed, which was not the intent. Her round bottom was cut by the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her pussy. The remaining dampness of the pool water from the towel she laid on made her ass glisten in the sun.

“It looks too sexy. You can’t keep that one,” she said.

“The deal was that you pose how I choose, right?”

“Yeah, but… Eric. Come on,” she whined, giving him her sweet smile and wide-eyed look.

It didn’t move him.

“Do you have heels?” he asked.


Eric reached for the wallet and extracted another twenty.

“If you’ll wear them for the last three, I’ll throw in another twenty,” he said.


“Because I think heels are sexy,” he said.

“I’m not doing this to be sexy. Stop being weird.”

He produced another twenty.

“Seriously?” she asked.

He nodded.

“You don’t think this is, like, just a little bit wrong?” she asked.


“So, if dad walked in here and saw you taking photos of me in a bikini and heels, you don’t think he’d have something to say about it?” she asked.

“He might ask if he could have a copy,” Eric answered, grinning.

“Gross! He would not!”

Eric only raised an eyebrow. Jessica blushed, wondering if her dad would, in fact, ask for a copy of the photos. It was gross and it was weird, wrong to contemplate, but the thought was there. It had been there all night and all day. Did her dad fuck the escort girl and imagine his ex-wife, younger and petite, like when they’d met? Or did he fuck Maria and think about her? The question wouldn’t go away.

Jessica looked away from Eric’s face and then said, “I’ll be right back.”

She took the money from his hand, pulled the rest out of her bikini band, and went up the steps. In her room, she felt hot as she fumbled in the closet for her heels. She had two pairs, one red, and one black. She took the black pair to match the suit, slipped them on, and then looked in the mirror. Turning side to side, she could see that the arch of the heels gave her ass a little lift, making it even more prominent than it already was.

She took the stairs carefully, holding the banister as she descended, and found Eric in the living room. His face was impassive as she walked in. If he was looking at her in a less than familial way, he didn’t show it. Jessica blinked. His swim trunks showed it. She could see a bit of a rise in the fabric. Her brother’s cock was hard.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked, phone in hand, prepared for his pictures.

“It’s… it’s just not.”

“Just three pictures, Jess. What’s wrong with that?” he asked, grinning.

Jessica dithered, wringing her hands, covering her pussy with them.

“Okay,” she acquiesced. “Just three more.”

“Good. First, get on the couch, on your knees, with your back to me,” Eric instructed.

Jessica did it, climbing on the couch and setting her palms on the back of the couch, on her knees.

“Lean forward and stick your butt out just a bit.”


“It looks so cute, Jess. Go ahead.”

Jessica sighed and stuck her bottom out, leaning forward over the couch a bit, resting her elbows on the back.

“Now, legs a little wider, like outside.”

“Eric, that’s… that’s too sexy,” she objected.

“You are sexy, Jess. It doesn’t matter if your legs are closed or spread. You’re going to be sexy.”

“Don’t say that,” she said.

“It’s true,” he shot back, “Now, legs apart. Just a little more. Good.”

Eric raised the phone and took the picture.

“Stay like that,” he said, “and look back over your shoulder, just like outside.”

She did it, working on making her glare more menacing than before, which only resulted in her looking even cuter. Eric took the photo.

“Just one more,” he said, “This time, I want you to sit on the couch and spread your legs again.”

Jessica turned and, blushing, sat back on the couch. She parted her legs a little bit.

“A bit more, Jess. That’s so cute. Just give me a little more, alright?”

Jessica parted her legs wider, showing him her bikini-covered pussy. The embarrassed and confused look on her face was adorable, he thought.

“Just one more thing,” he said, “I want you to slip your hand into the bikini bottoms and touch yourself.”

“What? No!”

“Last one, Jess. You said you’d do it however I chose, right?”

“But… you said nothing I couldn’t put on Facebook,” she countered, “I’m not doing that.”

Eric produced his wallet and withdrew another twenty. $160 for wearing a bikini and taking five pictures, and all she had to do was reach into the bottoms and touch her pussy. In front of Eric.

“Eric… No. It’s…”

Eric added another twenty. $180.

“Please, don’t…” Jessica whispered, blushing.

He took out another twenty and said, “I could probably get one of dad’s girls to do a lot more for me for this much, but I’m not. I’m asking for a couple pictures of you, aren’t I?”

“Eric, I…”

Eric approached her, the money in his hand. He folded the bills, lifted the band of her bottoms, like she was a stripper, and tucked the bills into it. Then, he took her hand, lifted the band again, and put her hand into it. He let it go. Jessica did not know why she’d allowed him to do it. She hadn’t agreed to it. He’d just done it.

“It’s okay, Jess,” he said, stepping back, “It’s alright. Go on.”

Blushing, Jessica moved her hand and slowly pushed it further down, into her bottoms, and touched her pussy. It was very wet. Was she actually turned on by this? Eric took the picture.

“That’s it,” he said, “Thanks, Jess. Those will be really cute.”

He did not remark on the fact that she hadn’t removed her hand from her bottoms. She was still touching her pussy. A moment passed and she realized it too, as he stood there, watching his sister touch herself with a faraway look. She quickly pulled her hand out and blushed, snapping her legs shut and kicking off the heels.

“Why don’t we get the house cleaned up before dad gets home, and then we can just hang out. Cool?”

“Alright,” Jessica agreed.


Jessica and Eric set about cleaning up, which wasn’t much of a chore as they kept things tidy. There was dusting to do, which Jessica did while Eric vacuumed. Then Jessica did dishes and Eric wiped down counters. Jessica handled cleaning the floor in the kitchen, while Eric busied himself with laundry.

The chores out of the way, Jessica retrieved her computer and took a seat on the couch. Eric joined her and began flipping through channels. She checked on her applications, archived a number of rejections for them and then combed through the listings for more to send her application into. She felt disheartened, though. Nothing seemed to fit.

“How much do you make at your job?” Jessica asked.

“$18 an hour,” Eric answered, “but I’ve been there for three years. I started at $12. I get some bonuses for sales, too.”

“Do you make a lot of money?”

“Not really,” Eric said, sighing, “I make enough to keep dad happy with some left over. I save a bit, but not much. I suppose it’ll get better after I graduate in a couple years and find a real job.”

“I thought you didn’t have enough to pay escorts,” Jessica joked.

“You’re not an escort,” Eric said, “and I don’t, really. If it wasn’t you, I wouldn’t have spent it.”

“What do you mean?” Jessica asked.

Eric was quiet, then said, “I mean, I wouldn’t put out that money for sex with some girl, who I know is just putting on a show just to take my cash. I gave it to you because you’re my sister and I love you. You need it, while you’re looking, and I don’t mind giving it to you, because I know you’re not putting on some act just to get my money. It’s different.”

Jessica was quiet as she considered that.

“Thanks,” she said at last.

Eric nodded. Jessica continued browsing the job pages, turning in a few applications, and copying the information to her spreadsheet to track them. It was boring work. She caught Eric, several times, giving her little glances that made her flush as she tried to ignore them.

Bored by the applications she turned her attention back to the website with the escort girls, clicking the bookmark and bringing up the page. She scrolled the results of the search again, past Maria, until she found Lindsey, and then Layla. She opened the two profiles in separate tabs. Just like Maria, the other two girls’ profiles made numerous references to their love of older men, calling them daddy, Papi, and referring to themselves as “daddy’s girl,” or “princess,” while making allusions to sex.

“Eric?” Jessica asked.


“Will you… will you send me the photos you took?”

Eric shrugged, pulled out his phone, and sent the photos. A moment later Jessica had them. She opened the first one, showing her laying on her back on the deck chair. She held it up next to the picture of Lindsey, then Layla. The girls were a close match, but not as close as Maria. She flicked to the next photo, taking a long moment to look at the cute, pouty expression on her own face. It was similar to one of Layla’s, in which the girl was dressed in a navy bra and panties.

The third photo made her blush, showing her bottom out and the bikini wedged into the crack of her ass. All three of the girls had a similar photo, but theirs were in lingerie, not a swimsuit. The fourth picture was like the last, but there was that look again, cute, pouty, enticing. It was like the girls on the website.

Finally, there was the fifth photo, the very naughty one. Jessica took a long time examining this one and comparing it to the escort girls. They all had a similar photo, their lean legs spread temptingly, a hand on their pussy. Jessica, though, looked embarrassed in hers, while the other girls were confident and sexy, inviting.

“I look stupid,” Jessica said, suddenly.


“Stupid. In the picture… the last one. I look stupid.”

Eric pulled up the picture on his phone and said, “What do you mean? You don’t look stupid.”

“Yes, I do,” she argued, “It doesn’t look sexy. It looks like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Eric cocked his head, “I thought you weren’t trying to be sexy. And anyway, it looks cute.”

“I’m not… I wasn’t trying to be sexy. I wasn’t trying to be cute, either. I wasn’t trying to do anything,” she said.


“They all look sexy,” she said, still looking at the screen.

“I thought you just said that it didn’t look sexy? Eric asked, confused.

“Not mine. Theirs. Dad’s escorts,” she explained.

“Dad’s escorts?” Eric asked, chuckling, “like they belong to him or something?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Are you seriously looking at that site?” Eric asked.

Jessica turned the computer toward him.

“Theirs look sexy and mine looks stupid,” she said again.

Eric examined the photos and shook his head.

“No. Stupid isn’t the right word, Jess. You don’t look stupid. Look again. They look like they’re professional sluts. You’re not, and you don’t want to be. Yours looks embarrassed and innocent because it’s real. Theirs are fakes.”

“It’s still not sexy,” she argued.

Eric shook his head again and said, “That’s exactly why it is sexy.”

“Will you… would you take another one?”

“You took all my money,” he said, shaking his head.

“Not for money. I want to try another one.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Seriously? You were the one perving over it before and now I actually want to do it and you’ve got questions?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

Eric stood up and pointed the phone, saying, “Just like before. Spread your legs.”

“I need my heels,” she said, pointing.

Eric retrieved them. Heels on, Jessica leaned back into the couch and spread her legs again. She put her hand over her pussy, like the girls in the pictures. Eric shook his head.


He took a step forward and pushed one side of her hair behind her shoulder. The other he left dangling, just to the side of her eye. Then, he took her hand, which trembled. He took in the sight of her chest rising and falling, the flush in her cheeks. He lifted the band of her bikini bottom again and she watched him put her hand inside it, swallowed, and then he gently put the band back over her hand.

“They’re slutty,” he said, “You’re sexy. Remember?”


“Touch your pussy,” he said softly and raised the phone.

Jessica’s fingers slid lower, touched her slit, and found it wet and warm.

“Look at me and touch your pussy, Jess,” he instructed, “Feel it. It’s wet, isn’t it?”

Jessica nodded, her tummy fluttering.

“You’re not like them,” he said, “You’re not touching it like a slut, are you?”

Jessica touched it some more, easing a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness. It was different, with someone watching, humiliating in a way but… exciting?

“You’re touching your pussy because you like it, aren’t you?” Eric asked, his voice low and even.

Jessica’s finger slid into her pussy and Eric could see it happening under the thin suit. She nodded her head, looking at the camera. He took a photo, then another.

“That’s so sexy,” he said, “You can keep going. It’s alright to touch it, Jess. Go ahead. Show me how much you like to touch your pussy.”

The words were like a little zap of electricity. Show me. Touch your pussy. Show me how much you like to touch it. She did like to touch it, and she did want to show him how much. Where had that feeling come from? He took another photo of her open mouth. Eric took a step toward her, slow like he was stalking a frightened animal.

He took her other hand, which was resting on the couch, and he placed it on her breast. He stepped back.

“Like that,” he said, “That’s good, Jess. Good girl. Touch it just like that.”

Jessica could see that his cock was hard in his shorts as he watched her touch her pussy and her breast. He took another photo, then another.

“Does your pussy feel good, Jess?” he asked, voice husky and low.

“Yeah,” she said and slid her finger back into it.

Snap went the camera. In and out went the finger. Faster now, deeper, a wave of heat coating her.

“You’re so sexy,” Eric said, “Can you show me how you cum, Jess?”

“Eric…” she hissed, but she didn’t stop.

The soft, wet squish of her fingers in her pussy became the only sound in the room as Eric held his breath. He flicked the volume off on the phone and snapped, snapped. Jessica gave a soft moan as she looked at the camera, unable to stop herself from rubbing her pussy. She thought about the girls in the pictures, their legs spread, their sexy faces, so like hers, the inviting smiles.

She pictured Maria, in her naughty skirt and pink top, molded to her small breasts as she leaned up and put her tongue into Owen’s mouth, his hand gripping her bottom, the giggle as he took her upstairs. Had they done it? Had her father fucked the girl’s petite body? Did she spread her legs, like in the photo, and call him daddy as he pushed his cock into her? Did Maria like it because it felt naughty, or was it just for money?

Jessica’s back arched off the couch as Eric clicked the camera, clicked again as she unwittingly showed him her bare pussy, pulling the bikini bottoms to the side, her eyes closed as her imagination played the dirty fantasy in her head. Her hand sped up, the second one leaving her breast to hold the bottom to the side so that she could get off. Jessica gave a little gasp, her legs shaking, and she orgasmed for the camera. The girl in her mind came, too, came on Owen’s cock as it spread her pussy open and pushed inside.

Jessica made little whimpers, biting her lip as the pleasure of it all took over. She knew the camera was still there, still clicking, giving her brother more photos. Eric would look at the photos and think she was sexy, and he’d do it while he stroked his cock and thought about her. It wasn’t disgusting. It was dirty and it was exciting, and that was so confusing.

Jessica slowly let the bikini bottom snap back into place, removing her hands and looking at them, as though it was their fault for masturbating in front of her brother. Masturbating. In front of Eric. Oh, no! She felt paralyzed, looking at her brother, holding the camera. he lowered it, and blinked as if coming out from under a spell. It was a spell, she realized, a spell she’d put on him with nothing more than her actions. Her slutty actions. She was a slut, like the girls in the pictures, a slut that touched herself in front of her brother.

Blushing, Jessica quickly ran from the room and closed her door, Eric’s voice calling behind her, “Jess?” but she didn’t reply. She couldn’t. What was there to say? The hot, dirty feeling, imagining herself as one of those girls on the website, had just caused her to do something terrible and whorish. Eric knocked on the door and asked, “Jess? Can I come in, please?”

She pulled the blanket over her body, shivered, then said, “Okay.”

Eric opened the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey. Are you alright?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I… I don’t know. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said.

“All you did was take some pictures,” he said, shaking his head, “Everyone takes pictures.”

“Not those kind,” she said, “and not… not with their brother. I’m a slut.”

Eric laughed and countered, “You’re not a slut. Don’t be silly. You did something sexy and it got you excited. Big deal. Everyone gets excited by different things. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Do you think those girls you were looking at are ashamed by the things that excite them?”

Jessica shook her head, then said, “But you said they were sluts, and now I’m a slut.”

“They’re slutty because they’re fake, remember? You aren’t. You’re sexy and cute. You know that people have kinks, right?”

“Sort of,” she agreed.

Eric nodded and continued, “Kinks are perfectly normal to have. Everyone likes different things. Go online and look up just about anything, and you’re going to find people that get excited by it. The majority of them are just regular people that work their jobs and don’t bother anyone. If what you like doesn’t hurt other people, is it wrong?”

“I guess not,” she acquiesced.

“Maybe you like being looked at and watched. Maybe that’s your kink,” he suggested, “You don’t have to tell me but think about something. Was it exciting because of the camera and knowing I was watching? Or was it exciting because of who was watching? Was it both? Only you can decide that, and whatever the answer is, there’s nothing wrong with it. If the answer you come up with doesn’t hurt anyone else, then it’s a perfectly acceptable answer. For my part, it was not hurtful.

I’m going back downstairs. If you need anything, I’m here, alright? Oh, and consider yourself off the hook. You don’t have to wear the bikini anymore today. It wasn’t right for me to ask you to, and I’m sorry if it embarrassed you. We all get excited and if what I did hurt you, I apologize. I love you.”

“It didn’t hurt me,” she said.


Eric got up, gave her a last glance, smiled, then shut her door. Jessica curled into the blanket and tried to think it through. Was Eric right? She didn’t really know much about kinks or what excited people. It had never seemed like a question she needed to ask. A great deal of things had never seemed important to ask before Maria had shown up at the door. That single incident, though, had suddenly brought a whole host of questions and new feelings to the surface, confusing things that made her aroused, curious, and scared.

They felt dirty, but they also made her pussy hot when she thought about them. It was hot now, thinking about them. She touched it again and found that it was still wet.


The alarm on Jessica’s phone awoke her after an hour. She stared, groggily, at the ceiling for a few minutes and let her brain wake up. Tossing back the covers, she swung her legs out of bed and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, then padded down the hall to the shower.

She tried not to think about what she’d done, instead focusing on just getting clean of the pool water and brushing out her hair. Then, she put the bikini back on and went downstairs. She found Eric in the living room, laying on the couch with the TV on. He did not say anything about her choice to continue wearing the bikini.

“Good nap?” he asked, instead.

Jessica nodded, then slipped the heels back on, just to see how it felt. It felt sexy. Experimentally, she bent over and rubbed an imaginary itch on her ankle, glancing sidelong at Eric for a reaction. He looked but pretended that he wasn’t. It, too, felt sexy.

“I’m going to start on dinner,” she said, “Any special requests?”

“No. Whatever you like,” he answered.

Jessica went to the kitchen and set about making dinner. She put ground beef on the stove and, while she worked at laying out biscuits, she thought about what Eric had said. What had excited her? Was it being watched? Was it who was watching? Was it the fantasy she’d constructed in her head about being one of the escort girls? She didn’t have a solid answer. She thought it might be all three, but the situation had been so new and beyond her experience, that she couldn’t be certain. The only thing she did know, for sure, was that replaying it made her stomach flutter and gave her a feeling like she was floating.

The meat cooked and biscuits ready, she combined the two for a ground beef casserole and set it to cook. While she waited, she retrieved the laptop and brought it back to the kitchen. To take her mind off the weird feelings, she went back to her applications, checking for any new results. Again, nothing but rejections. She was putting in more when Owen came home.

Her father came through the garage and into the kitchen, sniffing at the air.

“Smells good, Jess,” he remarked and crossed the kitchen to give her a kiss on the head.

“Thanks,” she said, then, just to see what would happen, added, “daddy.”

Owen’s eyes widened just slightly and his lip twitched, curling up into a little smirk. He looked pleased.

“You did some swimming?” he asked, his eyes raking over her.

The look, she thought, was like the one Eric had given her. Excitement.

“Just for a bit. I wanted to get more applications in, though.”

He looked down her legs, his eyes lingering.

“Swimming in heels?” he asked, amused.

“No. I just… I thought it looked kind of cute,” she said, blushing adorably, purposefully.

“It does,” he agreed, then looked at the laptop and asked, “How’s the hunt going?”

“Still nothing,” she said, sadly, “I’m trying, though.”

“Keep at it, honey,” he said, gently squeezing her shoulder, before leaving the room.


Over dinner, Jess told her father about her applications and showed him the spreadsheet, while Owen nodded approvingly.

“If you keep up this kind of cooking,” he said, “I might just hire you as our personal chef.”

“Really?” she asked, a note of hope in her voice.

Owen laughed and said, “That’s not exactly a full-time job, but I do appreciate it.”

“Hell yeah. This is great, Jess,” Eric agreed.

“If you’re still struggling to find work,” Owen added, “We can make concessions for you doing things around the house. That stuff is just as necessary, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t mind that,” Jess said, “I’d be like, your maid and your cook!”

“And you’d look good doing it,” Eric added, grinning.

Owen just laughed at the comment and agreed, adding, “That’s the truth. You might just have your own business venture. Bikini maid service. I’d pay for it.”

Jessica blushed and thought about what she’d asked her brother. Maybe her dad would ask for a copy of the photos.

“I could add a premium package,” she suggested, jokingly, “and let the client take bikini photos!”

Eric choked on his drink. Owen sat back in his chair, chewing. After a moment he said, “You know… It’s not the worst idea.”

Jessica blinked and asked, “It isn’t?”

“Just a thought,” he said, then, “forget it.”

“He’s just a sucker for a cutie,” Eric said, elbowing Owen.

Owen shrugged and continued eating, but he grinned and his eyes looked her over across the table. Jessica pretended not to notice. Minutes passed in silence.

“What if… what if I try it… around here?” she asked.

Owen, chewing, raised a brow.

“I’ll wait until evening to clean the house and you guys can watch. If it’s a real business idea, maybe that can be my job?”

“I don’t know,” Owen said, “going to strange people’s houses dressed in bikinis isn’t the safest line of work.”

“Well, if it’s not something people would pay for anyway, then that doesn’t matter. I won’t really know until I try it, right?”

Owen considered and then said, “Okay. Tell you what. I’ll pay you $20 for each day of cleaning. If you’re doing it every day, it’s not as if there will be a lot of work to do. Just to see if this is a viable venture, you’ll do it in something cute, like the swimsuit. Your brother and I can, objectively, give our opinion on whether it’s something that we would be willing to pay for under other circumstances.”

Jessica felt hot as she thought about the idea. She’d already done it today, for Eric, but this was taking it another step. What if they wanted to take pictures of her? What if the pictures got her excited again?

“Okay,” she agreed, “But I don’t have much to wear that’s cute.”

Owen reached into his wallet and handed her a card.

“Don’t go crazy,” he said, “but you can get seven outfits, one for each day of the week.”

Jessica took the card and asked, “Really?”

Owen nodded and added, “It’s good to think outside the box, Jess. Independent businesses are what built this country. Some of them succeed, and some fail. Whatever you decide to do, I just want you to love it and I want you to give it your best effort. I’ll support whatever idea you have, as long as it has some merit. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with someone, man or woman, using their god-given assets to get ahead a little bit. You take every advantage you have in life and put it to use for your own success. Your looks are as much an advantage as anything else you have. It’s a tough world out there and every advantage is a good one.”

“Thanks, daddy,” she said, again, and watched him smile.


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